New Beginnings
Quietly sitting in Dumbledore's office, a young girl of 15 sat quietly, slowly taking in her surroundings. A pensive, she noticed, sat atop a shelf near a large mahogany desk, swirling a silvery gray. A tattered hat lay on the desk in front of her. A sword was mounted on the wall. Paintings of previous headmasters of Hogwarts adorned the walls as well; many were sleeping. Those that weren't, stared at her, but she didn't notice. Dried tears stained her face. For what seemed like the millionth time that day, she wiped her eyes. They still glistened with unshed tears.
I just ruined my life. Bloody peachy. She thought.
She stood, and brushed off her skirt. She walked to the mirror near the door to examine herself. Red puffy eyes looked back at her, and her makeup bled down her cheeks. She was a pretty girl, of medium height with long brown hair, green eyes, and a slim but curvy figure. One couldn't tell her strength by looking at her, but she had been an avid quidditch player. Until today, that is. But no one here would ever know that. She was going to be a different person. Taking her silky, wavy hair into her hands, she took it down from the ponytail it had been in and combed through it with her fingers.
This day is going to be a doosy. In fact so will the rest of them for a while.
Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
The girl began to sing to herself. Heaven sure isn't bending to take my hand now. As the words started falling out of her mouth, the tears slid down her cheeks once again. She didn't even bother to wipe them from her face.
The door to Dumbledore's office slid open and a young boy was guided strongly into the room.
"Wait here for the headmaster. You'll get it. I reckon this time; maybe, he'll let me use the whips. Or maybe the chains..." an old man's voice came through the door but faded into the hallway.
Through her tears the girl glanced up. A young boy her age stood there, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall. He was handsome, with tanned skin and jet-black hair that looked as if he had just risen from bed. He looked like a quidditch player she had seen in the Daily Prophet once.
Wonder what he's here for, she thought. Yet then, remembering the old man's words, "Probably in trouble," she said to herself.
Not caring that anyone was there to listen, the girl closed her eyes and began singing to herself again.
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer.
"That was beautiful," said the boy. "Did you make that up?" Looking up at him, she replied, "No, it's a muggle song. But, you're right it is a beautiful song."
"I meant your voice, your voice is beautiful." The girl's cheeks turned slightly pink. "Who are you anyways, I haven't seen you around before. You're definitely not a first year, though. Do you go here?"
"Well I do now, and you're right I'm not a first year. A fifth actually. I'm Lily. Lily Evans."
The boy's eyebrows rose. "I'm a fifth year too. Evans? You related to Professor Evans? Molly, I think her first name is?"
"Yes, yes I am," Lily replied.
"She your grandma? Or your aunt?"
Lily smiled weakly. "No, she's my mother. She your teacher?"
"Yeah, she is. I have her for charms. Bit grouchy, though. Not really my favorite teacher."
"Oh. Uh, sorry to hear that."
"I'm James Potter, by the way. Got busted by that old git Filch and his bloody cat. Filch, he's a squib. Sort of a like a janitor." Noticing the quizzical look on Lily's face, he added, "I'm a muggle-born too. But I listen to old school. Elvis type songs. Bit dumb huh?"
"No, not really. I fancy oldies too. Especially when I'm down. I guess today was just an exception 'cause, well, that song just fits."
"Can you sing the whole thing for me? I'd love to hear you. I mean, it."
"Hah, Well, the chorus, that's the important part, it goes, like,
Though I've tried I've fallen
I have sunk so low
I've messed up, better I should know
But don't come 'round here,
And tell me I've told you so."
James intently watched her as she sat there. He looked at her tear- stained face.
I wonder what happened, he thought.
"That's a sad song, huh?" He asked her.
"Mmm, yeah, it is. Can't undo the past though unfortunately. Well, you can, but it always screws everything else up. Everything, like, for example, fate."
"I guess you're right. Me, I'd probably do it anyways if I really wanted the past changed. I've always been a bit adventurous." James couldn't help staring at her. She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, even with black running down the sides of her blotchy face, her eyes puffed and red. There was just something about her that he couldn't take his eyes off her. Perhaps it was fate, as she had said only minutes before. The door slid open once again, and James was snapped back to reality.
What am I thinking? He thought. I have a girlfriend! This has got to stop here...
"Why hello, Mr. Potter," came the voice of Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "In trouble again are we? Pardon me, Lily this will take but a moment. What have you done this time? Oh Lord, put Sleazy Sneeze-bombs in Severus' robes again? When will you learn, Mr. Potter? Oh well, no harm done. A week's detention should do the trick. That shall do, back to class with you now."
James glanced at Lily and rolled his eyes. "Yes, professor." With that he departed through the door though which he had come in.
"Now, Miss Lily, about your sorting." Taking the tattered hat from his desk he continued. "Put this on, dear." As Lily placed the oversized hat on, it enveloped her whole head and neck. She jumped as it began speaking to her.
"Plenty of wit, I see. Wow and athletic too. Ooooh you have some deep dark secrets, a violent one huh? Hmm where to put you, where to put you. You have potential, young lady. Yes, I think that will do. GRIFFINDOR!" said the hat.
"Well done, well done, my dear. Your mother will be pleased. I am sure Mr. Potter will be as well from the looks of how the two of you were getting along here in my office earlier. He was respectful to you was he not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well Lily, here's your schedule," noted Dumbledore, as he conjured it out of thin air. "If you ever have any problems, you know who to come to right?" "Of course I do. Thank you, professor. See you." With that, Lily was off to the bathroom and then to class. There was no way she could walk into transfiguration looking like this. It was bad enough that cute Potter boy had seen her a mess. She turned the opposite was of her class towards the nearest bathroom, opened the door, and went in with a sigh. It was going to be a long day.
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Well here's my first attempt at a fic, hope u guys all like it!! READ AND REVIEW!!! :-D New chapter posted soon. Its going to be called Moaning Myrtle.