THE RAIN ALWAYS FALLS
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. The fabulous JK Rowling does. I LOVE HER!!!!!!!
This is dedicating to my sister, Gabrielle, who was the first to read this.
I would love to hear what you think. This is my first fan fiction story and I'm trying to decide if I should write more of it. It will get better, I promise!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"Who's that?" an eleven-year-old girl asked, looking out of the compartment window on the Hogwarts Express. She had long, dirty blond hair that reached her mid back, and she had hazel eyes.
"Gee, I don't know," replied her raven-haired friend next to her. This girl's hair was bushy, but still very lovely, and fell down just below her shoulders. She also had large, dark brown eyes and very pale skin. "Then again, we wouldn't know many people, as we're first years."
"Ha, ha. Looks like she's looking for a compartment. Hey! Over here!" she called reaching out of the window.
The redheaded girl turned around and, seeing someone waving to her, smiled. She gracefully strolled over to their compartment.
"Do you mind if I sit with you? I got here a little late. I couldn't figure out how to get onto the platform, and there doesn't seem to be many seats left," she told them. This new girl had long red hair and bright green eyes.
'She seems nice,' the raven-haired one thought. "Of course you can sit with us," she spoke out loud. "I'm Carmen, by the way. Carmen Willows. This is Morgan Fay." she nodded to the blond next to her.
"I'm Lily Evans," the redhead spoke, taking a seat across from Morgan.
"Why couldn't you get onto the platform?" Morgan blurted out.
"Oh, I'm a muggle born. I thought that there might have been someone there to help some of us find it, but I guess not. I waited ages. Someone did eventually point me in the right direction." She smiled. "Are either of you muggle borns?" she asked, though she seemed rather embarrassed about the whole situation.
"My mom is a witch, but my dad is a muggle," replied Carmen. "He didn't like the idea of Mom being magical. She told him after the wedding." They all laughed. "Well, when I was born, he wanted me to grow up 'normally' without knowing about magic. It wasn't until I was making books fly across the hall to me that he decided to tell me," she continued with a smile.
"Both my parents are magical, though my mother is muggle born," Morgan said. Then glancing up at Lily she added, "But that doesn't matter at all. You know, I heard some guy boasting about how he's so 'above' everyone just because he's a pure blood. Honestly, I can't stand people like that. Slimy-haired git," she added.
The three of them had a great deal of fun just joking around and predicting which houses they would be put into. They instantly became very close friends. Five minutes after the train departed from the station, however, there was a knock on the door.
James Potter entered King Cross station at ten to eleven. He was running rather late today, and didn't feel like missing the train on his first day of school. Picking up the pace, he reached into his pocket and withdrew his ticket. "Platform 9 ¾," he said to himself. His parents had told him how to get onto the platform before dropping him off, so he knew exactly where he was going. "Let's see," he said counting. "Number eight.nine.te-OWF!" He had run smack into someone else's trolley. Both people were thrown to the ground. "Sorry." he began. He looked up and saw a girl. A stunningly pretty girl was pushing her dark red hair out of her bright green eyes. They both looked up at each other. "I-I'm really sorry about that. Are you alright?" he asked, helping her to her feet.
"Yes, thank you," she replied politely. She bent down and picked up a small bit of paper. "Is this yours?" she asked, straightening up. She was holding his ticket.
"Yea, thanks." He reached out for it just as she was reading 9 ¾.
"Oh," her eyes widened. "Do you know how to get onto the platform?"
"Hogwarts?" She nodded. "Follow me."
Within two minutes they successfully made it onto the platform.
"Thanks," the girl said. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name."
"James. James Potter," he answered.
"Well, Miss Lily Evans says thank you, James." They both smiled and went their separate ways.
James suddenly saw his two best friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, who were hastily discussing quiditch.
"And then he dived and - hey, Potter!" Sirius yelled. "Haven't seen you all week."
"Hi," he answered.
"Why are you getting here so late?" Remus asked.
"Were you going to miss the train and fly to Hogwarts on a broomstick? What an entrance that would be, and in your first year, too!" Sirius said.
"I was just showing someone how to get onto the platform," he shrugged. They loaded their trunks onto the train and began looking for seats.
"Well, this is just our luck. We'll have to look for one in the back." Sirius knocked on a compartment door and opened it. Inside were three of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. One redhead, one blond, and the last with dark brown hair. He was in awe. Apparently, Remus was thinking the same thing. He nervously said, "Sirius Black here."
Three boys entered their compartment. "Excuse me, but may we sit here?" A boy with light brown hair spoke.
'He seems nice,' Carmen thought smiling.
"Sure," Morgan hastily said.
As they sat down, the boy with light hair spoke, "I'm Remus Lupin. Sirius here has already introduced himself. And this is James Potter."
"We've met," Lily answered with a smile. "I'm Lily Evans, and this is Carmen Willows and Morgan Fay."
"Nice to meet you," they all said at once.
"Is everyone here a first year?" James asked. Everyone looked around at each other.
"Guess so," Lily answered through the silence.
After a long and awkward pause, Sirius decided to resume his quiditch conversation with Remus. "Right, then. Anyway, Remus, Garbrader dived, and it was completely amazing! Then, he caught the snitch right before he hit the ground, and then."
"Oh, are you talking about the World Cup?" Morgan suddenly asked.
"Yea, do you play quiditch?" He asked.
"Definitely. I'm a chaser."
"Me, too," interrupted James. "At least I would like to be. What about you two?" he asked, nodding to the other girls.
"Oh, I don't play quiditch," Carmen answered first. "I've read all about it though. I have dozens of books on the subject. It looks like so much fun."
"It is," replied Sirius. "The wind streaking through your hair as you're reaching out to catch the golden snitch and-"
"And a bludger hits you in the face," James replied laughing. "Don't worry, though. A lot of it is pretty safe," Remus spoke up seeing the horrified look on Carmen's face. "What about you, Lily?" James asked.
"I've never played," she told them simply. "I still don't know much about the wizarding world, coming from a muggle family."
They all rapidly began discussing this fabulous sport and filling Lily in on the way, of course.
The six of them instantly became friends that day, merrily laughing and talking about what would happen in their first year at Hogwarts. They were just friends. However, five years later, it would all change.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. The fabulous JK Rowling does. I LOVE HER!!!!!!!
This is dedicating to my sister, Gabrielle, who was the first to read this.
I would love to hear what you think. This is my first fan fiction story and I'm trying to decide if I should write more of it. It will get better, I promise!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"Who's that?" an eleven-year-old girl asked, looking out of the compartment window on the Hogwarts Express. She had long, dirty blond hair that reached her mid back, and she had hazel eyes.
"Gee, I don't know," replied her raven-haired friend next to her. This girl's hair was bushy, but still very lovely, and fell down just below her shoulders. She also had large, dark brown eyes and very pale skin. "Then again, we wouldn't know many people, as we're first years."
"Ha, ha. Looks like she's looking for a compartment. Hey! Over here!" she called reaching out of the window.
The redheaded girl turned around and, seeing someone waving to her, smiled. She gracefully strolled over to their compartment.
"Do you mind if I sit with you? I got here a little late. I couldn't figure out how to get onto the platform, and there doesn't seem to be many seats left," she told them. This new girl had long red hair and bright green eyes.
'She seems nice,' the raven-haired one thought. "Of course you can sit with us," she spoke out loud. "I'm Carmen, by the way. Carmen Willows. This is Morgan Fay." she nodded to the blond next to her.
"I'm Lily Evans," the redhead spoke, taking a seat across from Morgan.
"Why couldn't you get onto the platform?" Morgan blurted out.
"Oh, I'm a muggle born. I thought that there might have been someone there to help some of us find it, but I guess not. I waited ages. Someone did eventually point me in the right direction." She smiled. "Are either of you muggle borns?" she asked, though she seemed rather embarrassed about the whole situation.
"My mom is a witch, but my dad is a muggle," replied Carmen. "He didn't like the idea of Mom being magical. She told him after the wedding." They all laughed. "Well, when I was born, he wanted me to grow up 'normally' without knowing about magic. It wasn't until I was making books fly across the hall to me that he decided to tell me," she continued with a smile.
"Both my parents are magical, though my mother is muggle born," Morgan said. Then glancing up at Lily she added, "But that doesn't matter at all. You know, I heard some guy boasting about how he's so 'above' everyone just because he's a pure blood. Honestly, I can't stand people like that. Slimy-haired git," she added.
The three of them had a great deal of fun just joking around and predicting which houses they would be put into. They instantly became very close friends. Five minutes after the train departed from the station, however, there was a knock on the door.
James Potter entered King Cross station at ten to eleven. He was running rather late today, and didn't feel like missing the train on his first day of school. Picking up the pace, he reached into his pocket and withdrew his ticket. "Platform 9 ¾," he said to himself. His parents had told him how to get onto the platform before dropping him off, so he knew exactly where he was going. "Let's see," he said counting. "Number eight.nine.te-OWF!" He had run smack into someone else's trolley. Both people were thrown to the ground. "Sorry." he began. He looked up and saw a girl. A stunningly pretty girl was pushing her dark red hair out of her bright green eyes. They both looked up at each other. "I-I'm really sorry about that. Are you alright?" he asked, helping her to her feet.
"Yes, thank you," she replied politely. She bent down and picked up a small bit of paper. "Is this yours?" she asked, straightening up. She was holding his ticket.
"Yea, thanks." He reached out for it just as she was reading 9 ¾.
"Oh," her eyes widened. "Do you know how to get onto the platform?"
"Hogwarts?" She nodded. "Follow me."
Within two minutes they successfully made it onto the platform.
"Thanks," the girl said. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name."
"James. James Potter," he answered.
"Well, Miss Lily Evans says thank you, James." They both smiled and went their separate ways.
James suddenly saw his two best friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, who were hastily discussing quiditch.
"And then he dived and - hey, Potter!" Sirius yelled. "Haven't seen you all week."
"Hi," he answered.
"Why are you getting here so late?" Remus asked.
"Were you going to miss the train and fly to Hogwarts on a broomstick? What an entrance that would be, and in your first year, too!" Sirius said.
"I was just showing someone how to get onto the platform," he shrugged. They loaded their trunks onto the train and began looking for seats.
"Well, this is just our luck. We'll have to look for one in the back." Sirius knocked on a compartment door and opened it. Inside were three of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. One redhead, one blond, and the last with dark brown hair. He was in awe. Apparently, Remus was thinking the same thing. He nervously said, "Sirius Black here."
Three boys entered their compartment. "Excuse me, but may we sit here?" A boy with light brown hair spoke.
'He seems nice,' Carmen thought smiling.
"Sure," Morgan hastily said.
As they sat down, the boy with light hair spoke, "I'm Remus Lupin. Sirius here has already introduced himself. And this is James Potter."
"We've met," Lily answered with a smile. "I'm Lily Evans, and this is Carmen Willows and Morgan Fay."
"Nice to meet you," they all said at once.
"Is everyone here a first year?" James asked. Everyone looked around at each other.
"Guess so," Lily answered through the silence.
After a long and awkward pause, Sirius decided to resume his quiditch conversation with Remus. "Right, then. Anyway, Remus, Garbrader dived, and it was completely amazing! Then, he caught the snitch right before he hit the ground, and then."
"Oh, are you talking about the World Cup?" Morgan suddenly asked.
"Yea, do you play quiditch?" He asked.
"Definitely. I'm a chaser."
"Me, too," interrupted James. "At least I would like to be. What about you two?" he asked, nodding to the other girls.
"Oh, I don't play quiditch," Carmen answered first. "I've read all about it though. I have dozens of books on the subject. It looks like so much fun."
"It is," replied Sirius. "The wind streaking through your hair as you're reaching out to catch the golden snitch and-"
"And a bludger hits you in the face," James replied laughing. "Don't worry, though. A lot of it is pretty safe," Remus spoke up seeing the horrified look on Carmen's face. "What about you, Lily?" James asked.
"I've never played," she told them simply. "I still don't know much about the wizarding world, coming from a muggle family."
They all rapidly began discussing this fabulous sport and filling Lily in on the way, of course.
The six of them instantly became friends that day, merrily laughing and talking about what would happen in their first year at Hogwarts. They were just friends. However, five years later, it would all change.