This first part is Lily's thoughts as she's on her way to London to catch the train :)
I don't think I've ever really fitted in; I've always that object sitting in the back of your attic that you just don't have the heart to get rid of. But if you take me out and have a look, I think I'm pretty. But for six years I've just been there, nothing special, I've just been there. I'm starting my seventh year soon. I'm head girl. Shit. I don't know who is head boy yet. Bugger. I don't want the job; people will have to notice me. They will have to dig me out of their cluttered cupboard and listen. Fuck.
Shit, Bugger and Fuck. Three words which have been fairly useful so far in my little space on the shelve in life. I was happy being alone, and still am. Now I ponder whether or not I'll be greeted into their world. Whether or not people will like me.
It's like I'm starting a new school. No one knows me, because I haven't ever let them know me. Oops. That was my first mistake; running away when I had a perfectly good life. And now I return to Hogwarts.
Shit.
I ran away in my thirds year.
Shit.
I lived alone in a little hole in a cave.
Shit.
I was found and taken in by a nice witch like me.
Shit.
I was looked after, and I told her me name was Izzy.
Shit.
At the end of my sixth year in a different magical school, the ministry found me.
Shit.
They took me home.
Shit.
Back to the orphanage.
Shit.
And now I'm being sent back to Hogwarts.
Shit.
I'm going to see all my old friends.
Shit.
I wonder if they'll remember me.
Shit Bugger and Fuck.
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