Twisted Tragedies

By: Inallfascination

Chapter1- The Beginning

So here I am again, on my way to a different school. I really should be used to it by now. This will be my sixth year of schooling, and my last. Normally, it takes a witch or wizard seven years of school to become fully trained. Fortunately for me, I'm going to go straight into my seventh year, skipping my sixth year completely. Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm a witch! A bit surprised? Well, I was too at first.

I've been at Drumstrang for the past three years. My first two years of schooling were at a French place called Beauxbatons. There is a big difference in these schools that I have formally mentioned. Beauxbatons was very influential with a type of magic known as Charms magic. In case you are wondering, yes, there are different types of magic. But no, it isn't like magic shows because we don't pull rabbit's out of hats or anything absurd like that; we transfigure them from anything we want. Rocks, feathers, chairs...etc. Anyways, Charms is a good subject in my opinion, most likely because it's my favorite. So Beauxbatons is really big in Charms magic, but Drumstrang was completely the opposite. I hated that place.

Why did I ever switch schools in the first place? Well it was family reasons. It wasn't easy switching schools either. Not only did I have to leave all of my friends behind, I had to learn a completely new language! Drumstrang was a German institute. Now, don't get me wrong, because I loved learning the language. The problem is that I would accidentally speak French and German in the same sentence without realizing it until someone would point out how annoying it was. Oops.

Drumstrang was such a terrible place though, it practically bred dark magic. Dark magic is originally a trait by pureblooded witches and wizards. Pureblooded meaning that families who were all magical for many or all generations. I was the only magical one in my family. So I can guess what you're thinking, that I would have had to have been crazy to go to a school that sets the standard of their students on their blood and not their ability.

Just so you know it wasn't my decision to go to Drumstrang. Luckily, when I went there I was old enough to recognize dark magic for what it was and know that I didn't want anything to do with it. The whole lot of them at Drumstrang will turn bad in my opinion. So I kept to my studies. That's why I'll finish a year early.

Currently, I'm sitting by myself in a compartment of a train that's destination is Hogwarts. This school is English, located in England or somewhere right outside of it. I was born in England. My father is the Duke of Edinburgh.

So why have I been to so many different schools that are located in extremely different places? Well my father says he likes to 'see the world' and I should be grateful for the opportunity. I'll tell you the real reason though. It's all about my parents politics. More about that issue later.

My father is a good person who genuinely cares about his kids. He only says that 'see the world' crap to cover for my mother. She is so politically and socially involved that it's sickening. It's all she cares about really.

Unfortunately, my father genuinely cares about mother too. Thankfully he wouldn't let her do anything that would ultimately destroy our happiness. She knows this, so she manipulates him. ...And I'm the witch in the family?

I have two brothers and one sister. My brother Harry is the oldest of the Evans children. My sister Petunia was next. She is only a year older than me. Sadly she is just like my mother in her 'society is always first' nature, and she looks just like dad. Unfortunately I think his good looks are reserved for males only. Ha, too bad for her.

Harry is also like dad. They both have blonde hair and blue eyes. Harry has many girls who vie for his attention. Harry is a very down to earth person, very caring and kind. He is the ideal big brother, you can always count on him to help you out of trouble or go to him for advice.

Charlie is my twin brother. Where I look like my mother with my red hair, Charlie looks like Grandfather Evans with black hair. Charlie is gorgeous. Really, he is. You see, we both have these amazing color green eyes from Grandmother Evans. Petunia is quite jealous of our inheritance.

Charlie and I have always been close. Closer than close, he's like a part of me. You hear people talk about how twins have these special bonds, and it's true. At least it's true for Charlie and me. We can read each others mind.

Harry is the only other person who knows about my little connection with Charlie. Mother would probably faint then go insane (If you can't call her insane already). We could tell my father and he would understand, but he would tell mother because he doesn't believe in secrets in a marriage, says it's unhealthy. (Like mother believes that, she has about a million secrets from dad.)

Anyways, I really couldn't tell him, and it is absolutely out of the question to tell Petunia. She really is like my mother, so she would think that it's freakish. She gets along with Charlie ok, but she hates me. Charlie thinks she is jealous. It makes sense, we were all really close until I found out I was a witch, she never got over it.

Petunia's not as close to Charlie now either because he favored me over her when she tried to turn him against me. So sorry Petunia, but we're twins! Of course we would be close. Petunia loves Harry though, probably because he plays along with mother's society crap. He secretly hates all of it.

Charlie was devastated that I was magical and he wasn't. He's ok with it now, he and Harry love hearing about the things I can do. They are fascinated with my abilities. I wish Charlie was magical though, it's hard being without him. We can still talk to each other through our telepathy, but it's just hard with long distances because it gives us headaches.

I'm a master at Occlumency and Legillimency. I owe it to my experience with Charlie and our unique connection. Being at Hogwarts will mean I'm closer to Charlie than I was at Drumstrang or Beauxbatons. So I guess that's one good thing about switching schools, AGAIN.

The Headmaster at Hogwarts is very eccentric in my opinion. I met him when he tested me to see if I could qualify as a seventh year student. He's rather friendly, but he seems to have some sort of fascination with muggle sweets and phrases. He also seems like a very just person, someone who'll hear you out. That's always reassuring. Besides that, his reputation precedes him. Almost every witch and wizard has heard of Albus Dumbledore, especially if they're partial to chocolate frogs. Dumbledore's on the frog cards.

This will be my last year in the wizarding world. The agreement with my mother was that I could study magic as long as I became a proper member of society by the time I'm sixteen. (She's not too pleased with magic mostly because she doesn't understand it; she just doesn't understand our world.) I'm sad to say I only have freedom until right after graduate. Then, I'm obligated to return to a non-magical world that I so desperately want to escape from.

I could feel the train begin to slow down, so I tried to mentally prepare myself for my final year. When the train finally rolled to a stop, I followed the students off of the train where they all loaded into carriages that were being pulled by the most hideous creatures I had ever seen. I shuttered just looking at them. The students didn't seem to show any emotion to them though. In fact, they didn't seem to acknowledge them at all. I was pulled away from my silent protests of going anywhere near them when I heard a voice shouting though the crowd of students:

"Firs' years! All firs' years this way!" It said.

I turned to see a large man waving people over. I wasn't sure if I was to be included with the first year students or not, but I made my way over to the man because he was the only adult around.

"You'll be Miss Evans, eh'?" He asked me.

"Yes, I'm Lily Evans." I said.

He nodded to me.

"Pleased to meet yeh'. I'm Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts." He said.

Beyond his initial frightening appearance, he seemed rather friendly. He smiled and beckoned me to follow him with the other small kids. He led us to a lake where we got into small boats that floated themselves toward the castle of Hogwarts. When I first saw Hogwarts, I thought it had a foreboding look with its gothic architecture. But it also felt welcoming with the glow of warm light that it emitted. Is that confusing? I'm told I confuse people a lot.