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Summary: Lily's off to a new home! 6th year. Check it out!
Running into the Past
Lillian Evans sat nervously in the cab on the way to Kings Cross, worrying her lip as she thought about Remus again. He hadn't written her. Not recently, anyway. They'd been the best of friends for as long as she could remember, since before elementary school, before she'd moved, before she'd known she was a witch, a magical being like him. When she was eleven, her father had gotten transferred to France for a different, higher job position, and she'd left London, along with her best friends, behind. Beauxbatons was nice she had to admit, although her five years there had not been a pleasant memory. They'd promised to write to each other at least once a month, but they'd usually written once a week- at least, at first they had. The past three years, it seemed as though she'd been left in the dust. He almost never wrote anymore, barely even remembered a Christmas card, much less her birthday. She understood, of course, for she had made a few new friends at Beauxbatons too, so she didn't begrudge Remus his new friends.
Who am I kidding? I had no real friends in France. I need to stop lying to myself; it might become a bad habit. I don't resent him for having new friends, if only he hadn't forgotten his old one.
She had still written him faithfully, almost never receiving any reply. Now she was back, finishing out the last two years of her school career at Hogwarts, one of the finest schools there was. He hadn't written her since early April, and only then it had been a practical joke for April Fools. She wasn't even sure if he knew he'd sent it to her. Then Lily'd been busy or so she told herself, studying for exams and packing. Plus, she'd taken a culture trip to Athens, Greece with the rest of her old schoolmates for the summer, and had only come back to London three days ago. Between then and now she'd shopped for the new school year, buying the essentials in Diagon Alley, packing up her school trunk. He doesn't know I'm coming. Will he be happy to see me? Is he still okay? Is his secret safe? She didn't know, and was anxious. What about Ace? a small voice asked. No, she didn't even want to think about him.
"Miss? Miss?" The driver was looking at her strangely over the seat, and glancing out the window she recognized the train station. I must have been in my own little world, she thought, blushing at the gruff taxicab driver. "We're here. I'll be getting you a trolley," he mumbled, lumbering away.
He helped her lug her trunk out of the back of the cab and onto the trolley, and set her owl, Starwing, who was asleep in his cage, on top of the trunk. She paid him, counting out the pounds into his hand, and gave him a tip. He gawked for a moment then tried to push some of the money back into her hands. "Now, now, lass, the tip be too much."
"No, really, you had to deal with my owl and everything, just keep it. Thanks." Turning, she pushed her trolley away, heading for the platform she'd been told to- platform 9 and ¾. Walking along quickly so as to not attract much attention, she soon made it to the barrier. Glancing at her watch, she saw that she was a bit early; it was still 10:35. As the train wasn't to leave until 11 o'clock, she strolled over to a nearby bakery, where she bought herself a croissant, one of her favorite pastries.
Having spent ten minutes filling her empty stomach, she walked back over to the platform, her stomach filled with butterflies. Don't worry, she told herself. You'll make it through the barrier, and Remus will be happy to see you.if he ever does see you. Walking towards the barrier in a display of utter confidence that belied her true feelings, she stepped into the barrier and beyond. It took her breath away, and she paused for a moment, collecting herself. The platform was crowded with students, and hovering parents waiting to say goodbye. Coming to her senses, she walked over to the train, and attempted to stow away her trunk, 'attempted' being the keyword there. After five minutes of huffing and shoving and not moving it anywhere, she was just about to give up when a boy with auburn hair and freckles galore approached her. She almost panicked, thinking it was Chase, but then she noticed his warm blue eyes, and almost sighed in relief. "Need some help?" he asked, grinning dashingly.
Smiling, Lily wiped her palms on her jeans and held out a hand. "Lily Evans, and I'd be much obliged."
"Hello Lily Evans, I'm Drew, Andrew Thompson. I don't believe I've seen you around before Miss Evans." Winking, he lifted the trunk like it was a feather and tossed it in with the others.
"You probably haven't," she replied, somewhat awed by his strength. "I'm new here, kind of." Is it noticeable? she wondered. Do I have 'French' stamped on my forehead?
"Kind of?" he asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Yeah. I'm the transfer student from Beauxbatons. I used to live in London."
"Ah hah! I knew I heard a bit of a French accent."
"Is it really obvious?" she asked, worried.
"Nah, not really. What year are you in, Lily? Second? Third?"
"Believe it or not, I'm in sixth," she grinned again, watching his face register a bit of shock.
"But.but you're only.not even five feet tall."
"You noticed. Actually, I'm 5'1'', barely. In fact, looking at you is going to give me a throbbing neck ache later on."
He laughed, and glanced at his watch. "Better find a compartment, Lily, the train's about to leave. Look up my sister Molly; she's in sixth year too. Look for red hair and blue eyes. Can't miss her. If you can't find her, let me know. See you." He walked away, over to one of his friends who was waving frantically from a window.
"Thanks," she called after him, and hopped onto the train. Walking through the different compartments, wondering where she should sit, she was practically run over by someone who was bouncing (not literally, although Malfoy does come to mind.wrong generation) down the hall. Black eyes swam into her vision as a rather large hand reached down to help her up. Lily allowed herself to be hauled to her feet, and commenced with brushing off her clothes as the other babbled apologies. Looking up, she first spotted the devilishly handsome boy in front of her, with sexy black eyes peaking out from luxurious eyelashes and shaggy black hair to match. He was the one apologizing for his clumsiness. Her gaze shifted to the three boys behind him, centering on one boy. She froze, her breath strangled in her throat and tears of happiness welled up in her eyes.
"Oh, now look what you did, Sirius, you made the poor little lass cry," said one of the tallest boys with warm chocolate brown eyes.
"Don't cry," Sirius begged, trying to sound lighthearted, but looking shocked. He'd never made anyone cry before, excluding his favorite nemesis, Severus Snape. "I really am sorry."
She barely heard him as she finally found her voice. "Remus?" she whispered.
A/N: Please review! Let me know what you think.did you dig it? Do you want to slap me upside my head?
*crys*
Summary: Lily's off to a new home! 6th year. Check it out!
Running into the Past
Lillian Evans sat nervously in the cab on the way to Kings Cross, worrying her lip as she thought about Remus again. He hadn't written her. Not recently, anyway. They'd been the best of friends for as long as she could remember, since before elementary school, before she'd moved, before she'd known she was a witch, a magical being like him. When she was eleven, her father had gotten transferred to France for a different, higher job position, and she'd left London, along with her best friends, behind. Beauxbatons was nice she had to admit, although her five years there had not been a pleasant memory. They'd promised to write to each other at least once a month, but they'd usually written once a week- at least, at first they had. The past three years, it seemed as though she'd been left in the dust. He almost never wrote anymore, barely even remembered a Christmas card, much less her birthday. She understood, of course, for she had made a few new friends at Beauxbatons too, so she didn't begrudge Remus his new friends.
Who am I kidding? I had no real friends in France. I need to stop lying to myself; it might become a bad habit. I don't resent him for having new friends, if only he hadn't forgotten his old one.
She had still written him faithfully, almost never receiving any reply. Now she was back, finishing out the last two years of her school career at Hogwarts, one of the finest schools there was. He hadn't written her since early April, and only then it had been a practical joke for April Fools. She wasn't even sure if he knew he'd sent it to her. Then Lily'd been busy or so she told herself, studying for exams and packing. Plus, she'd taken a culture trip to Athens, Greece with the rest of her old schoolmates for the summer, and had only come back to London three days ago. Between then and now she'd shopped for the new school year, buying the essentials in Diagon Alley, packing up her school trunk. He doesn't know I'm coming. Will he be happy to see me? Is he still okay? Is his secret safe? She didn't know, and was anxious. What about Ace? a small voice asked. No, she didn't even want to think about him.
"Miss? Miss?" The driver was looking at her strangely over the seat, and glancing out the window she recognized the train station. I must have been in my own little world, she thought, blushing at the gruff taxicab driver. "We're here. I'll be getting you a trolley," he mumbled, lumbering away.
He helped her lug her trunk out of the back of the cab and onto the trolley, and set her owl, Starwing, who was asleep in his cage, on top of the trunk. She paid him, counting out the pounds into his hand, and gave him a tip. He gawked for a moment then tried to push some of the money back into her hands. "Now, now, lass, the tip be too much."
"No, really, you had to deal with my owl and everything, just keep it. Thanks." Turning, she pushed her trolley away, heading for the platform she'd been told to- platform 9 and ¾. Walking along quickly so as to not attract much attention, she soon made it to the barrier. Glancing at her watch, she saw that she was a bit early; it was still 10:35. As the train wasn't to leave until 11 o'clock, she strolled over to a nearby bakery, where she bought herself a croissant, one of her favorite pastries.
Having spent ten minutes filling her empty stomach, she walked back over to the platform, her stomach filled with butterflies. Don't worry, she told herself. You'll make it through the barrier, and Remus will be happy to see you.if he ever does see you. Walking towards the barrier in a display of utter confidence that belied her true feelings, she stepped into the barrier and beyond. It took her breath away, and she paused for a moment, collecting herself. The platform was crowded with students, and hovering parents waiting to say goodbye. Coming to her senses, she walked over to the train, and attempted to stow away her trunk, 'attempted' being the keyword there. After five minutes of huffing and shoving and not moving it anywhere, she was just about to give up when a boy with auburn hair and freckles galore approached her. She almost panicked, thinking it was Chase, but then she noticed his warm blue eyes, and almost sighed in relief. "Need some help?" he asked, grinning dashingly.
Smiling, Lily wiped her palms on her jeans and held out a hand. "Lily Evans, and I'd be much obliged."
"Hello Lily Evans, I'm Drew, Andrew Thompson. I don't believe I've seen you around before Miss Evans." Winking, he lifted the trunk like it was a feather and tossed it in with the others.
"You probably haven't," she replied, somewhat awed by his strength. "I'm new here, kind of." Is it noticeable? she wondered. Do I have 'French' stamped on my forehead?
"Kind of?" he asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Yeah. I'm the transfer student from Beauxbatons. I used to live in London."
"Ah hah! I knew I heard a bit of a French accent."
"Is it really obvious?" she asked, worried.
"Nah, not really. What year are you in, Lily? Second? Third?"
"Believe it or not, I'm in sixth," she grinned again, watching his face register a bit of shock.
"But.but you're only.not even five feet tall."
"You noticed. Actually, I'm 5'1'', barely. In fact, looking at you is going to give me a throbbing neck ache later on."
He laughed, and glanced at his watch. "Better find a compartment, Lily, the train's about to leave. Look up my sister Molly; she's in sixth year too. Look for red hair and blue eyes. Can't miss her. If you can't find her, let me know. See you." He walked away, over to one of his friends who was waving frantically from a window.
"Thanks," she called after him, and hopped onto the train. Walking through the different compartments, wondering where she should sit, she was practically run over by someone who was bouncing (not literally, although Malfoy does come to mind.wrong generation) down the hall. Black eyes swam into her vision as a rather large hand reached down to help her up. Lily allowed herself to be hauled to her feet, and commenced with brushing off her clothes as the other babbled apologies. Looking up, she first spotted the devilishly handsome boy in front of her, with sexy black eyes peaking out from luxurious eyelashes and shaggy black hair to match. He was the one apologizing for his clumsiness. Her gaze shifted to the three boys behind him, centering on one boy. She froze, her breath strangled in her throat and tears of happiness welled up in her eyes.
"Oh, now look what you did, Sirius, you made the poor little lass cry," said one of the tallest boys with warm chocolate brown eyes.
"Don't cry," Sirius begged, trying to sound lighthearted, but looking shocked. He'd never made anyone cry before, excluding his favorite nemesis, Severus Snape. "I really am sorry."
She barely heard him as she finally found her voice. "Remus?" she whispered.
A/N: Please review! Let me know what you think.did you dig it? Do you want to slap me upside my head?
*crys*