Outside, the rain beat down mercilessly. Cars moved slowly through the
haze, careful of the slick streets. A yellow cab pulled up outside King's
Cross.
The door opened, revealing a girl, the rain plastering her red curls to her face. The emerald in her eyes shone like fire, warning those of her innocent, yet treacherous power. She stepped out of the cab, before turning to pay the driver. The Taxi pulled slowly away from the curb, - this was it. She braced herself. Walking to the door, and then opening it, a gust of chilly air greeted her. People rushed past, each occupied with their own business, each with their own train to catch. No one noticed the small girl, framed by the dark sky outside.
She was alone, with no baggage, no money, and almost no clue where to go. Her old life was over. Her parents dead, her sister exiling her from the family, it was all her fault; it was all in the past. She lifted her head, blinking back the memories of what she used to know. It all seemed so far away. And in reality, it was.
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"Hey James, look at her." James Potter turned to his handsome best friend, Sirius Black, and then towards his pointing finger. James was 17, in the prime of his life. Good genes and a life on the Quidditch pitch had certainly done him and Sirius well. Sirius was his brother, in every way but blood. The two were bachelors for life, and it was just like Sirius to be pointing towards the next potential flavor-of-the-week. (I hate that expression!)
James gave the girl the once over. She was beautiful, with long legs and a slim waist, barely hidden by the long back coat, which when wet stuck to her figure. Her hair was weaved with strands of fire and gold. He smiled, she would be the perfect quickie before getting on the Hogwarts Express, a nice way to start the new year. He smiled at Sirius, nodding, and started striding towards the lost beauty. Today was his day.
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The mentioned red-head looked around the station. She needed to get moving, there was no way to tell who was watching. Hard experience had taught her to be careful, even when danger seemed not present. As she looked past platform 10, a dark-haired young man caught her eye, and began striding towards her. She paused for a moment, hoping he was watching someone behind her, but his eyes never left her face. Who was he?
Shock ripped through her features, followed by blind panic, this couldn't be happening. Taking another look, she saw he was accompaneyed by another person, the same hight and with the same stature as the other. They reeked of power, she could sense it even from here.
They were not normal, and neither was she. She needed to run, to hide. She looked around wildly. He was getting closer every second, his stride increasing as he closed in on her. She turned to walk outside, but a mass of people blocked her exit. There was only one way to go. She had to escape.
She ran, dodging people who assumed she was late for a train. Shortly, her breaths came out in gasps, cramps gripping her sides. She was too weak to be attempting another try at evadsiveness. People blocked her exits, her panic inabling her to think clearly. It was going to end, all of it. That was the one thought that stuck in her head, her vision blurring with tears. She saw the wall but ran ahead, it was better to die this way than to be taken, or killed in a fight. At least this would be of her own doing, unlike everything else in her life. She closed her eyes, waiting for the crash to come.
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Behind her, James blinked in confusion. Why in hell did the girl start running? He looked at Sirius who also had a confused look on his face. No one ran from James Potter and Sirius Black. No one. Who was she? After a moments hesitation, he shrugged.
"Well, forget that. Come on Padfoot, we have a train to catch!"
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She closed her eyes, but the crash never came. She hesitated, and slowly opened her eyes. She could feel it better now, the immensity of the power that surrounded her. These were all magical beings. She shrank into the shadows, careful not to draw attention to herself. What had happened to the wall? She was now on a platform, filled with people around her age, all saying good-bye to family. No one took notice of her, no one spotted her in the crowd. A whistle sounded through the air, announcing the last boarding of the train. The train was scarlet, with a sign proclaiming "the Hogwarts Express". She looked at it thoughtfully. Should she go? Maybe this was her ride, maybe this was what destiny meant for her to do. Then again, maybe not. But it was an escape, a fresh start, and she would be away from the horrors of this world.
Making up her mind she lined up to board the train. The conductor stood there, taking names and tickets. She quickly stole a ticket out of the pocket of the man in front of her. Hopefully, he wouldn't be needing it.
"Ticket?" the large man asked, and read it over as she handed it to him. "Name?" She looked at him thoughtfully, hesitating slightly under his gaze. "Name miss?" he asked again.
She looked up slowly, meeting his eyes, "It's Lily, sir, Lily Evans."
He looked her up and down, before admitting her on the train. It was done, no turning back now. She walked to the end of the train, purposly picking the last compartment, hoping that it would be empty. She opened the door and was surprised to find four boys sitting there, each looking at her in varying states of shock.
"You!"
____________________Hope you guys read, Please tell me if you like it or not. It has a plot, I promise! Anways, If you like this chapter, in the next you'll find out a little more about Lily and why she is running. Also a little bit of Lily/James hate/love action going on there, and a LOT of flirting! Anywasys, PLEASE REVIEW!
The door opened, revealing a girl, the rain plastering her red curls to her face. The emerald in her eyes shone like fire, warning those of her innocent, yet treacherous power. She stepped out of the cab, before turning to pay the driver. The Taxi pulled slowly away from the curb, - this was it. She braced herself. Walking to the door, and then opening it, a gust of chilly air greeted her. People rushed past, each occupied with their own business, each with their own train to catch. No one noticed the small girl, framed by the dark sky outside.
She was alone, with no baggage, no money, and almost no clue where to go. Her old life was over. Her parents dead, her sister exiling her from the family, it was all her fault; it was all in the past. She lifted her head, blinking back the memories of what she used to know. It all seemed so far away. And in reality, it was.
****************************
"Hey James, look at her." James Potter turned to his handsome best friend, Sirius Black, and then towards his pointing finger. James was 17, in the prime of his life. Good genes and a life on the Quidditch pitch had certainly done him and Sirius well. Sirius was his brother, in every way but blood. The two were bachelors for life, and it was just like Sirius to be pointing towards the next potential flavor-of-the-week. (I hate that expression!)
James gave the girl the once over. She was beautiful, with long legs and a slim waist, barely hidden by the long back coat, which when wet stuck to her figure. Her hair was weaved with strands of fire and gold. He smiled, she would be the perfect quickie before getting on the Hogwarts Express, a nice way to start the new year. He smiled at Sirius, nodding, and started striding towards the lost beauty. Today was his day.
***************************
The mentioned red-head looked around the station. She needed to get moving, there was no way to tell who was watching. Hard experience had taught her to be careful, even when danger seemed not present. As she looked past platform 10, a dark-haired young man caught her eye, and began striding towards her. She paused for a moment, hoping he was watching someone behind her, but his eyes never left her face. Who was he?
Shock ripped through her features, followed by blind panic, this couldn't be happening. Taking another look, she saw he was accompaneyed by another person, the same hight and with the same stature as the other. They reeked of power, she could sense it even from here.
They were not normal, and neither was she. She needed to run, to hide. She looked around wildly. He was getting closer every second, his stride increasing as he closed in on her. She turned to walk outside, but a mass of people blocked her exit. There was only one way to go. She had to escape.
She ran, dodging people who assumed she was late for a train. Shortly, her breaths came out in gasps, cramps gripping her sides. She was too weak to be attempting another try at evadsiveness. People blocked her exits, her panic inabling her to think clearly. It was going to end, all of it. That was the one thought that stuck in her head, her vision blurring with tears. She saw the wall but ran ahead, it was better to die this way than to be taken, or killed in a fight. At least this would be of her own doing, unlike everything else in her life. She closed her eyes, waiting for the crash to come.
******************************
Behind her, James blinked in confusion. Why in hell did the girl start running? He looked at Sirius who also had a confused look on his face. No one ran from James Potter and Sirius Black. No one. Who was she? After a moments hesitation, he shrugged.
"Well, forget that. Come on Padfoot, we have a train to catch!"
*************************
She closed her eyes, but the crash never came. She hesitated, and slowly opened her eyes. She could feel it better now, the immensity of the power that surrounded her. These were all magical beings. She shrank into the shadows, careful not to draw attention to herself. What had happened to the wall? She was now on a platform, filled with people around her age, all saying good-bye to family. No one took notice of her, no one spotted her in the crowd. A whistle sounded through the air, announcing the last boarding of the train. The train was scarlet, with a sign proclaiming "the Hogwarts Express". She looked at it thoughtfully. Should she go? Maybe this was her ride, maybe this was what destiny meant for her to do. Then again, maybe not. But it was an escape, a fresh start, and she would be away from the horrors of this world.
Making up her mind she lined up to board the train. The conductor stood there, taking names and tickets. She quickly stole a ticket out of the pocket of the man in front of her. Hopefully, he wouldn't be needing it.
"Ticket?" the large man asked, and read it over as she handed it to him. "Name?" She looked at him thoughtfully, hesitating slightly under his gaze. "Name miss?" he asked again.
She looked up slowly, meeting his eyes, "It's Lily, sir, Lily Evans."
He looked her up and down, before admitting her on the train. It was done, no turning back now. She walked to the end of the train, purposly picking the last compartment, hoping that it would be empty. She opened the door and was surprised to find four boys sitting there, each looking at her in varying states of shock.
"You!"
____________________Hope you guys read, Please tell me if you like it or not. It has a plot, I promise! Anways, If you like this chapter, in the next you'll find out a little more about Lily and why she is running. Also a little bit of Lily/James hate/love action going on there, and a LOT of flirting! Anywasys, PLEASE REVIEW!