Fourteen-year-old Lily Evans took one last glance around her room to see if
she left and spare parchment, any quills or anything at all that she would
need for her fourth year at Hogwarts. She ran a hand through her wild red
hair and sighed. Another year with the incredible, charming, witty,
gorgeous and most of all, annoying best friend, James Potter.
Standing at 6"2, (while Lily was a petite 5"4) the fifteen-year-old boy had messy charcoal-black hair and soft, deep pools of brown eyes. He was a Hogwarts prefect, (he'd owled Lily as soon as he received his Hogwarts letter) the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and star chaser and every girl's dream boy. Whenever Lily and James would sit down to talk, some ditzy girl would bounce up and flirt to James. He had a rich life, owing to the fact that his father was the Minister of Magic and his mother was a top Auror for the Ministry. He was part of the most popular group in school, the Marauders. There were three other boys in the group, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
Lily had two other best friends, Dana Summers and Clara Bent, who were cousins and shared her dorm. The two other fourth year girls, Alice Montague and Hazel Kensington were both nasty to Lily, all because she was Muggle-born. Lily thought of all the bad things they had done to her through the years they'd been together. Alice, especially, liked James and was very envious of Lily, being the Marauder's best friend and all. She wondered how two nasty girls got sorted into Gryffindor.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her parents called her down to leave for King's Cross.
*~*
"Goodbye, Lily dear," Mrs. Evans sniffed, "Send us lots of owls." Her father's face was unreadable, he always hated goodbyes.
"Bye, Pumpkin. Be a good girl," Mr. Evans hugged his younger daughter. They waved to each other as Lily boarded the scarlet steam engine. She quickly searched for the compartment where her friends were. Lily looked through a window and saw Dana and Clara chatting merrily. She opened the door with a bang; Clara and Dana looked up from a new issue of Witch Weekly (Their mums both wrote for the magazine).
"Hi Lily!" Dana jumped up to hug her friend. Lily eagerly squeezed her friend.
"Lil! What d'you reckon we should do to those blonde bimbos who're disgusting excuses for Gryffindors this year?" Clara excitedly asked Lily.
The redhead chuckled. "I don't know, we'll have plenty of time for that through the year!"
After settling down, Lily looked up at her friends and said, "What do you want to do?"
Dana took out a deck of cards. "How about Exploding Snap?" After nodding their agreements, the three friends set up the deck. Before they even shuffled the cards, who else but the Marauders barged in.
"Lily! How simply splendid to see you, old girl! How're you?" Sirius Black seized one of her hands and began shaking it profusely. Peter, Remus and James chuckled.
"Hi, Lily Flower," a deep voice she knew too well came.
She blushed at the nickname only James used.
Peter pushed his way through James and Remus and squeaked out in his high voice, "Lily! I missed you!" They all burst into laughter because, just then, the short boy stumbled and fell on Lily.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry Lily!"
"Geroff! I can't breathe!"
When the pudgy boy finally managed to get up off her, Lily straightened her Muggle clothes and sat down.
"What d'you wanna do before we reach the castle?" Dana asked, looking around at the compartment, after a couple of hours of talking about their summers and sharing stories.
Sirius flashed his famous mischievous grin. "How 'bout Truth or Dare?"
"Okay."
"Sure."
"Someone conjure up the bottle." (Clara, taking control quickly.)
"Fine with me, Peter?"
"Will it hurt?" At this pathetic question, the group, except Peter, who'd turned red, laughed. (a/n: Sorry, I just HATE that rat!)
After they all settled down on the carpet and James brought an old bottle of Firewhisky with him, they started the game.
"I get to spin! I wanna spin! Spin, me!" Sirius screamed out like a four- year-old. They all sighed and knew that Sirius wouldn't shut up unless he got what he wanted.
He twirled the green bottle around and it landed on Clara. He grinned maliciously "Truth or dare, Clarakins?"
"Dare, Siri. And don't call me Clarakins," the blonde added indignantly. The rest of them huddled together and after a few moments, they emerged with smiles on their faces.
"Clara," Remus announced, "Your dare is to go in Snape's compartment," he smirked at the look of horror on her face, "And snog him senseless."
Clara's eyes, if possible, went wider. She looked like a person who'd just been sentenced to a life term in Azkaban.
"A dare's a dare, Clara, m'dear," Dana topped off.
They frog-marched the furiously refusing girl to the Slytherin's compartment and closed the door. They watched through the windows.
Snape looked up from whatever he, Malfoy, Parkinson and Goyle were doing. "What do you want, Bent?"
Before either knew what she was doing, the Gryffindor took his face in her hands and covered his lips with hers. As they pulled apart, a roar of laughter rang through out the train corridor. Clara stalked out wordlessly and continued to their compartment, her friends close behind.
"That was, er, passionate, should I say," James remarked, and earned himself a stinging cheek from Clara.
They spun the bottle again and it landed on Lily. "Truth or dare, Lily Flower?" James asked.
She thought for a moment and answered, "Truth."
Dana pushed the others out of the way and took Lily's hands in hers. "Who do you fancy?"
Standing at 6"2, (while Lily was a petite 5"4) the fifteen-year-old boy had messy charcoal-black hair and soft, deep pools of brown eyes. He was a Hogwarts prefect, (he'd owled Lily as soon as he received his Hogwarts letter) the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and star chaser and every girl's dream boy. Whenever Lily and James would sit down to talk, some ditzy girl would bounce up and flirt to James. He had a rich life, owing to the fact that his father was the Minister of Magic and his mother was a top Auror for the Ministry. He was part of the most popular group in school, the Marauders. There were three other boys in the group, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
Lily had two other best friends, Dana Summers and Clara Bent, who were cousins and shared her dorm. The two other fourth year girls, Alice Montague and Hazel Kensington were both nasty to Lily, all because she was Muggle-born. Lily thought of all the bad things they had done to her through the years they'd been together. Alice, especially, liked James and was very envious of Lily, being the Marauder's best friend and all. She wondered how two nasty girls got sorted into Gryffindor.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her parents called her down to leave for King's Cross.
*~*
"Goodbye, Lily dear," Mrs. Evans sniffed, "Send us lots of owls." Her father's face was unreadable, he always hated goodbyes.
"Bye, Pumpkin. Be a good girl," Mr. Evans hugged his younger daughter. They waved to each other as Lily boarded the scarlet steam engine. She quickly searched for the compartment where her friends were. Lily looked through a window and saw Dana and Clara chatting merrily. She opened the door with a bang; Clara and Dana looked up from a new issue of Witch Weekly (Their mums both wrote for the magazine).
"Hi Lily!" Dana jumped up to hug her friend. Lily eagerly squeezed her friend.
"Lil! What d'you reckon we should do to those blonde bimbos who're disgusting excuses for Gryffindors this year?" Clara excitedly asked Lily.
The redhead chuckled. "I don't know, we'll have plenty of time for that through the year!"
After settling down, Lily looked up at her friends and said, "What do you want to do?"
Dana took out a deck of cards. "How about Exploding Snap?" After nodding their agreements, the three friends set up the deck. Before they even shuffled the cards, who else but the Marauders barged in.
"Lily! How simply splendid to see you, old girl! How're you?" Sirius Black seized one of her hands and began shaking it profusely. Peter, Remus and James chuckled.
"Hi, Lily Flower," a deep voice she knew too well came.
She blushed at the nickname only James used.
Peter pushed his way through James and Remus and squeaked out in his high voice, "Lily! I missed you!" They all burst into laughter because, just then, the short boy stumbled and fell on Lily.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry Lily!"
"Geroff! I can't breathe!"
When the pudgy boy finally managed to get up off her, Lily straightened her Muggle clothes and sat down.
"What d'you wanna do before we reach the castle?" Dana asked, looking around at the compartment, after a couple of hours of talking about their summers and sharing stories.
Sirius flashed his famous mischievous grin. "How 'bout Truth or Dare?"
"Okay."
"Sure."
"Someone conjure up the bottle." (Clara, taking control quickly.)
"Fine with me, Peter?"
"Will it hurt?" At this pathetic question, the group, except Peter, who'd turned red, laughed. (a/n: Sorry, I just HATE that rat!)
After they all settled down on the carpet and James brought an old bottle of Firewhisky with him, they started the game.
"I get to spin! I wanna spin! Spin, me!" Sirius screamed out like a four- year-old. They all sighed and knew that Sirius wouldn't shut up unless he got what he wanted.
He twirled the green bottle around and it landed on Clara. He grinned maliciously "Truth or dare, Clarakins?"
"Dare, Siri. And don't call me Clarakins," the blonde added indignantly. The rest of them huddled together and after a few moments, they emerged with smiles on their faces.
"Clara," Remus announced, "Your dare is to go in Snape's compartment," he smirked at the look of horror on her face, "And snog him senseless."
Clara's eyes, if possible, went wider. She looked like a person who'd just been sentenced to a life term in Azkaban.
"A dare's a dare, Clara, m'dear," Dana topped off.
They frog-marched the furiously refusing girl to the Slytherin's compartment and closed the door. They watched through the windows.
Snape looked up from whatever he, Malfoy, Parkinson and Goyle were doing. "What do you want, Bent?"
Before either knew what she was doing, the Gryffindor took his face in her hands and covered his lips with hers. As they pulled apart, a roar of laughter rang through out the train corridor. Clara stalked out wordlessly and continued to their compartment, her friends close behind.
"That was, er, passionate, should I say," James remarked, and earned himself a stinging cheek from Clara.
They spun the bottle again and it landed on Lily. "Truth or dare, Lily Flower?" James asked.
She thought for a moment and answered, "Truth."
Dana pushed the others out of the way and took Lily's hands in hers. "Who do you fancy?"