OMFG, I SUPER-DUPER-LOOPER wanted to write this for SUCH a long time, and I REALLY enjoyed making this. Hope you like it!
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"LAUREL! We're going to miss the train!"
Lily's shriek off terror rang down the huge station, and Laurel Evans smiled after her older sister as she hurried down the platform onto 9 and 3 quarters. It had been a thrill of excitement all day long for the sisters, all except for Petunia, who was glaring sourly at the two as they laughed with gales of excited giggles-or was that her face? It was so hard to tell these days, considering she never actually smiled… or laughed… or actually showed any emotion, in general, except for the sour-lemon face, as Laurel dubbed the expression.
Their mother was hurrying them along the train, but they stopped every second to gawk at the eccentric-looking wizards and witches at the station. People were dressed in emerald cloaks, wore purple top hats and had wild gleams in their twinkling eyes. It was pure chaos, something Laurel had come to hate quite a bit in the following month after she got her acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Being younger than her sister by about two years, she had much more time to prepare, but as usual, she was as unorganized as ever.
"Lily! Laurel!" A familiar-sounding voice popped out of nowhere, and all of a sudden Severus stood next to them, looking quite pale in his black robes.
"Severus!" The girls cried in unison, giving him a huge bear hug. He smiled at them- a rare thing that should be preserved like a monarch butterfly, in Laurel's opinion. But honestly? He always seemed so sad and alone, and Laurel always wanted to bring a smile onto that pale-looking face.
"How was your summer?" Lily asked excitedly, and Severus's smile turned into a serious frown.
"My mum and dad's been fighting a lot again." He mumbled, and Laurel placed a small, comforting hand on his arm. He gave her a quick smile before leading them into the humongous train grandly referred as, "The Hogwarts Express."
At first, Laurel thought that Hogwarts sounded like a bad skin disease for pigs, but Severus told them that it was a grand school of Wizardry and Witchcraft. It sounded a lot better than a pig's skin disease, anyways.
They were trying to find an empty compartment as they were jostled inside the scarlet-carpeted train, but almost every single one was already taken by chatting first years or patronizing fifth years. They passed a half-empty compartment that seemed to be taken by about four boys, and Lily and Severus instantly turned to look for another compartment, after seeing the boys' faces. But Laurel's loose grips on their arms suddenly turned tight, and she dragged them inside and smiled at the boys.
They were quite cute, actually, in Laurel's opinion. One had shaggy jet-black hair and lazy hazel eyes that were framed by round silver glasses. The second one looked even more handsome, but in a hot-womanizer type of way. His eyes were a steely gray, and his dark hair fell in curls around his handsome face.
The third one was quite chubby, and had dirty blonde hair combed over his fat scalp. His eyes were a beady blue, and his mouth was quite thin. But the fourth one, in Laurel's opinion, was the cutest of them all.
His rumpled, light brown hair fell into his dark greenish gray eyes, and his face was covered in small scars, which made him look quite intriguing, as if each little scar made another layer to his life. Laurel smiled brightly at them, and they exchanged mischievous looks before smiling back.
"Hi! I'm Laurel Evans, and this is-"
"Lily-flower!" The boy with the jet-black hair cried, jumping up and instantly banging his head on the ceiling of the compartment. His friends snickered.
"You never told me you had a sister!"
"I actually have two, Potter." Lily's voice was cold as she addressed him. "And it's none of your business, anyhow."
"C'mon, Lily," Severus said immediately, taking a firm grip on both of the girl's shoulders. "Let's just go."
"And why would you do a thing like that, Snivillious?" The ruggishly handsome boy asked, an arrogant smirk tugging at his lips. Laurel had enough. She hated people who made fun of her friends.
"That's pretty pathetic. There's so much more worse names out there, it's truly sad to see your taunts are so… elementary. It's really quite sad. And I would refrain from making fun of my friends in my presence, you demented goblin crotch."
It was so quiet, you could practically hear a pin drop.
But then the Potter boy started laughing like a deranged person, and after a second, Mr. Blunderhead suddenly joined in. Laurel glowered.
"Are you two related?" He asked as soon as he wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes. "Because I'm having trouble digesting that this hilarious little girl is Lily Evans's sister," He wiped another tear away from his face. Laurel's blood boiled, and before she knew what she was doing her wand was clutched in her hand and "Locomotor Wibbly!" was flying out of her mouth.
All of a sudden, his legs began to shake uncontrollably, and he freaked out. "ACK! JAMES, DON'T JUST SIT THERE, DO SOMETHING!" He yelled, and as they were distracted, Laurel thought it was best if they escaped while they could.
"I think we overstayed our visit," She mumbled, and gripping the forearms of Lily and Severus, dragged them out of the compartment. After a surprisingly little amount of searching, they finally found an empty compartment and took a seat.
After a few minutes of wild laughter over the boy ("Sirius freaking Black," Lily snorted), they began to calm down a bit. Severus turned on Laurel, looking amusedly bewildered.
"How do you know that spell? You're not going to cover it until third year!" He said, his tone shocked, amazed, and most of all, amused. Laurel rolled her eyes with a smile, and Lily gave her hand a squeeze.
"Honestly, Severus, I'd have thought you'd know me better than that- I snuck Curses and Counter-Jinxes out of Flourish and Bolts when Mum was getting my cauldron." Severus sat back, looking satisfied.
"Okay, then, but I'm warning you know, Laurel, that Black will probably start-"
"Start what, exactly, Severus? I don't know what you're talking about, because now that Sirius-" "Black," They hissed- "knows what I'm capable of, I doubt he'll try to hex me if he knows I know all of the curses I can use on him. Plus," She added when Lily gave her a frown, "Severus taught me some of his own spells- Sectumsempra, Levicorpus, and all that good stuff. Black won't come for me, because I'll hex him to oblivion if he will."
They sat in silence for a long time. Finally, after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Severus gave the smallest smile at Laurel, who smiled back.
"Well, I can't say I'm very happy about it, but as long as you have your wand with you at all times, and as long as you keep your guard on, I'm fairly sure they won't come after you."
"Who were those boys, anyways?" Laurel blurted out, and Lily flipped her flaming red hair with an annoyed sweep of the hand.
"The Mauraders," She sneered, and Laurel stared at her expectantly.
"They consist of the four most foul-minded creatures in all of school. Sirius Black is such a player; he breezed through the entire population of Hogwarts girls' virginity in about two years, which is disgusting, considering that he's only thirteen. Peter Pettigrew is the, er, slightly plump one," Laurel giggled at her sister's attempts to lessen the fat boy's weight, "And is the… simpleton of the group- he follows them around like a fan girl, cheering at everything they do, which I think that after a while would be pretty annoying- it's a wonder his relationship with them survived this long.
"James Potter-" She suddenly looked livid-"Is the one with the arrogant smirk and the horribly horrid black hair. He's so arrogant, it's a wonder he didn't march off a cliff at this point- I wish he would though, it'd make life so much easier…" She trailed off, looking dreamy-eyed at the thought of James Potter falling off a cliff.
"But who's that fourth one- the one with all the tiny scars around his face, who's he?" Laurel asked. She still hadn't pushed him out of her mind.
"Remus Lupin. Actually, he isn't actually as bad as the rest- he actually has some common sense, something the others don't have, and he loves reading. I suppose he'd be okay if he stopped hanging around them- they're bad influences, menaces." Lily looked thoughtful as she talked about the boy, almost as if they were distant friends. Severus, however, sneered.
"Any friend of Black's is horrible, arrogant, just like him, Lily, just like him…"
He trailed off.
Laurel sighed and put her head on Lily's lap, and her sister ran her fingers through her thick, soft orangey red hair. She fell asleep to the cradle-like rocking of the train.
So, guys, what do you think? I hope you like it- I do, and I loved creating Laurel's character. It's going to take her some time to fall in love with Remus, seeing as she's only eleven, but in the meantime I think I'll make her fall in love with some other characters, first of all.
Love, hugs, and all that jazz,
Lyricalyrics