Hi everyone!! This is my first Harry Potter fic, hope it's okay. And jus
so you know, the title will make sense eventually . . . -_-;; I didn't know
what else to call it . . . anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.
I can't believe I actually agreed to do this. Man, Professor Smith is gonna get a looong letter once I get to this place.
I feel totally out of place, wearing my tight green tank top, blue jean capris and sneakers. Great, I just heard some guy whisper to his little gang of friends as I passed by. "She doesn't look like she's from here.wonder what year she's in?" Oh god. I hate people thinking and talking about me. Professor Smith said that it's strange that for such an "aggressive" and "tough" girl who looks she doesn't care about anything in the world can be bothered by people thinking about her. I'm funny that way.
I turn back to the guy, who was still looking at me and chatting with his pals and glare at him. He looks taken aback; no wonder, I've seen myself glare in the mirror and I look menacing. I glare at the guy for another few seconds, then go back to walking towards the train with a flip of my hair.
Because I was at Platform 9 and 3/4, where I was about to board a train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Who really uses the train anymore for transportation anymore? It's so old, I think to myself. And what kind of bullshit name is Hogwarts anyway? From the moment Professor Smith told me about the exchange program with Salem and Hogwarts, I was not inclined in going. Salem was practically my home. After my parents were murdered and Petunia started hating me when I got my Salem letter, Salem had become my home. While Petunia was at some orphanage in Texas, I stayed at Salem for all of the holidays. I wanted to stay with Petunia at first, I really did, but she was just so mean to me now I couldn't stand being around her anymore. It's horrible, she acts as though I'm some sort of freak or something that's rolled around in the dirt. We used to be best friends. We would do everything together; we'd go horseback riding, skating, shopping at the nearby mall. When we were younger we would play hopscotch on our driveway and play house when it was raining. At school she would look out for me and tell off bullies that tried to pick on her little sister, and at home we would talk all night until out parents yelled at us to be quiet at two a.m., threatening to ground both of us in separate rooms. Now.
I snapped out of my thoughts as a whistle blew somewhere down the platform. I'd better get on before the train leaves without me! As I lugged my two suitcases up the narrow little stairs, my mind trailed back to Professor Smith. He was the Headmaster and Transfiguration teacher at Salem, and also somewhat of a father to me. He knew both of my parents personally; he had met them at a World Youth Day a long time ago. Unlike most witches and wizards, Steve - which is what I call him when I'm not in class - is a Catholic and proud of it. He's not strict about it though, he's open to any opinions about anything, including homosexuality, and even makes jokes about it every once in a while. He also isn't bothered by "rough language", as he calls it, being known to tell students to shut up and teachers to fuck off. I smiled at those memories. Good thing too, because when I write to him I'm gonna put in a good deal about threatening to kick his ass when I go back for Christmas break. He was the one who talked me into becoming an exchange student to this "Hogwarts", where he said the headmaster - Dumbeldoor, was it? - taught him everything he knows. He said it would give me an opportunity to meet knew people. At which I grumbled back that there were plenty of walking human beings at Salem. Then he suddenly became serious and said.hmm what was it? I thought as I looked for an empty compartment. Oh yeah. "Come on now Lily, you know what I mean. The only good friend you have here is Joey, and I'm not saying that's a bad thing," he added as I opened my mouth to say something. "But what I mean is that I hate to see you in classes. You're always so bored and alone, since Joey is a year younger than you. You act all tough and rude to other people, but inside you were still the scared, lost little girl I met on your first day here. I know you tried to change, but you had already made a lasting image for your peers. Getting back to the point, I think that going to the U.K. would be a great opportunity for you. The people there will not know you, so you can make some more friends with a fresh start. Please, Lily, will you at least think about it? I just want to see you happy."
Most people would have been offended by this kind of speech, but I was touched. Professor Smith had always tried to help me, to help break down the barrier that hid the real me behind it. And he had, at that moment. I broke down crying, I was so touched. Someone actually cared about me. For the first time in nearly five years, I felt loved. Professor Smith then rushed over to me and said, "What's wrong, Lily?" I just looked up and said, "You get it." He smiled, hugged me, and said, "Yeah.I do." I just sobbed into his shirt. 'He understands, he really understands what it's like to be me.'
I smiled to myself, at the same time missing him and Joey terribly. I had promised to write at twice a month, depending on how nice the teachers were.
Finally, I found an empty compartment near the end of the train. I hauled my suitcases onto the rack above the seats and settled down into a chair by the window. The train had already started moving, and now all there was outside the window was endless pasture, with a few cows here and there. I got out my CD player and started listening to my current favorite song. I don't know what it's called because I burned it, but it's that one by Sum 41 that goes, So am I, still waiting, for this world to start hating? Can't find a, good reason, can't find hope to believe in. I can listen to that song over and over again. I was listening to that song for about the fifth time when a bunch of guys burst into my compartment and immediately burst out laughing. I ignored them, hoping that they would notice me and go away. They really didn't want to mess with me. But noooo, they continued laughing as though I wasn't even there. Finally I took my ear phones off and gave them an icy glare, saying loudly, "Who the fuck are you, what the fuck do you want, and what the fuck are you doing in here? Can't you see I'm trying to listen to some music?"
They all stopped laughing and stood staring at me, as if just noticing I was sitting right there in front of them. From the dumbfounded looks on their faces, I thought amusedly that they probably weren't too bright. I noticed that these were the same guys that were very rudely talking about me earlier. The one who I had heard specifically, who had messed-up black hair that looked as if it hadn't been combed in a few years, suddenly smiled and spoke up.
"Oh, it's you! I'm James, and these prats here are Sirius, Remus and Peter."
What nerve! "I don't doubt you about the prats part. That's very nice, now can you get the fuck out?"
His grin disappeared, replaced with a frown. "What's with the language? What did we do? Who are you, anyway?"
"Jesus...I'm Lily, an exchange student from Salem in America. Now can you please leave?"
"Is that how all Americans greet each other?" "No, just this one."
At this they all stared at me for a moment, before the mousy-looking kid that comb-deprived kid had called Peter said, "C'mon guys.let's just leave her alone."
"Nah, I don't think we will, man. She's way too good looking. I have to claim her before someone else does. I think I'll stick around and cheer this lady up." And then that James guy comes right up to me, sits down, and slides an arm around my shoulders.
I jumped up, fuming and fists clenched. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, hot-shot. For one thing, I'm way out of your league. But on the other hand if you want to make me so happy you can achieve that by getting the fuck out of here!" I was so angry!
"Aw, come now babe," he said, standing up again and walking over to stand right in front of me. "Give me a chance, hm?" He slid a finger down my cheek.
Steam was practically coming out of my ears as I stepped back and raised my hand threateningly. He flinched, backing away a little, but his face remained the same, as if he had this 'in the bag'. "Oh come on, I was just having a little fun!"
How dare he?! How dare he try to take advantage of me and treat me as an object like this?! What nerve! I glared at him again, then smirked. "Oh yeah?" I said. "Then now it's my turn." And with that I slammed the heel of my palm to whack him right on the nose, only a little upwards, just like I was taught in Karate. There was a sickening crack as my hand connected with his face, and he stumbled backwards, falling into a seat with his hands pressed to his nose.
"Fuck!" he yelled, trying to wipe away some of the blood that was dripping onto his pants. Then, when he regained composure, he stood up and said, "Feisty chick. I like you already."
That was the last straw. I kicked him right in the balls right then and there and punched him in the stomach, twice, for good measure. His three comrades just stood there, stunned, watching as I beat the shit out of Broomstick Head here. After I punched him twice, he backed away, yelling, "Alright, ALRIGHT! I GET THE FUCKIN POINT, GODDAMIT!!"
"Good," I said as icily as possible, my eyes flashing and blazing with fury. "Then get out."
"As you wish," said the guy called Remus weakly, before Broomstick Head could answer. "C'mon James, let's go."
They pushed their friend out the compartment door, James glaring angrily over their shoulders. I glared right back. I don't care if I get expelled for this, he deserved every bit of what he got. And I plan to give it to him again if he ever pulls anything like that again. I heard one of them mumble as they leave, "I sure hope she doesn't end up in Gryffindor."
Gryffindor? What's that? Oh well, whatever it was, I privately agreed.
I sighed, sat back down on the seat by the window and put my earphones back on. As I listened to some other song that I seemed to like, I thought to myself, "This is gonna be a long year."
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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.
I can't believe I actually agreed to do this. Man, Professor Smith is gonna get a looong letter once I get to this place.
I feel totally out of place, wearing my tight green tank top, blue jean capris and sneakers. Great, I just heard some guy whisper to his little gang of friends as I passed by. "She doesn't look like she's from here.wonder what year she's in?" Oh god. I hate people thinking and talking about me. Professor Smith said that it's strange that for such an "aggressive" and "tough" girl who looks she doesn't care about anything in the world can be bothered by people thinking about her. I'm funny that way.
I turn back to the guy, who was still looking at me and chatting with his pals and glare at him. He looks taken aback; no wonder, I've seen myself glare in the mirror and I look menacing. I glare at the guy for another few seconds, then go back to walking towards the train with a flip of my hair.
Because I was at Platform 9 and 3/4, where I was about to board a train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Who really uses the train anymore for transportation anymore? It's so old, I think to myself. And what kind of bullshit name is Hogwarts anyway? From the moment Professor Smith told me about the exchange program with Salem and Hogwarts, I was not inclined in going. Salem was practically my home. After my parents were murdered and Petunia started hating me when I got my Salem letter, Salem had become my home. While Petunia was at some orphanage in Texas, I stayed at Salem for all of the holidays. I wanted to stay with Petunia at first, I really did, but she was just so mean to me now I couldn't stand being around her anymore. It's horrible, she acts as though I'm some sort of freak or something that's rolled around in the dirt. We used to be best friends. We would do everything together; we'd go horseback riding, skating, shopping at the nearby mall. When we were younger we would play hopscotch on our driveway and play house when it was raining. At school she would look out for me and tell off bullies that tried to pick on her little sister, and at home we would talk all night until out parents yelled at us to be quiet at two a.m., threatening to ground both of us in separate rooms. Now.
I snapped out of my thoughts as a whistle blew somewhere down the platform. I'd better get on before the train leaves without me! As I lugged my two suitcases up the narrow little stairs, my mind trailed back to Professor Smith. He was the Headmaster and Transfiguration teacher at Salem, and also somewhat of a father to me. He knew both of my parents personally; he had met them at a World Youth Day a long time ago. Unlike most witches and wizards, Steve - which is what I call him when I'm not in class - is a Catholic and proud of it. He's not strict about it though, he's open to any opinions about anything, including homosexuality, and even makes jokes about it every once in a while. He also isn't bothered by "rough language", as he calls it, being known to tell students to shut up and teachers to fuck off. I smiled at those memories. Good thing too, because when I write to him I'm gonna put in a good deal about threatening to kick his ass when I go back for Christmas break. He was the one who talked me into becoming an exchange student to this "Hogwarts", where he said the headmaster - Dumbeldoor, was it? - taught him everything he knows. He said it would give me an opportunity to meet knew people. At which I grumbled back that there were plenty of walking human beings at Salem. Then he suddenly became serious and said.hmm what was it? I thought as I looked for an empty compartment. Oh yeah. "Come on now Lily, you know what I mean. The only good friend you have here is Joey, and I'm not saying that's a bad thing," he added as I opened my mouth to say something. "But what I mean is that I hate to see you in classes. You're always so bored and alone, since Joey is a year younger than you. You act all tough and rude to other people, but inside you were still the scared, lost little girl I met on your first day here. I know you tried to change, but you had already made a lasting image for your peers. Getting back to the point, I think that going to the U.K. would be a great opportunity for you. The people there will not know you, so you can make some more friends with a fresh start. Please, Lily, will you at least think about it? I just want to see you happy."
Most people would have been offended by this kind of speech, but I was touched. Professor Smith had always tried to help me, to help break down the barrier that hid the real me behind it. And he had, at that moment. I broke down crying, I was so touched. Someone actually cared about me. For the first time in nearly five years, I felt loved. Professor Smith then rushed over to me and said, "What's wrong, Lily?" I just looked up and said, "You get it." He smiled, hugged me, and said, "Yeah.I do." I just sobbed into his shirt. 'He understands, he really understands what it's like to be me.'
I smiled to myself, at the same time missing him and Joey terribly. I had promised to write at twice a month, depending on how nice the teachers were.
Finally, I found an empty compartment near the end of the train. I hauled my suitcases onto the rack above the seats and settled down into a chair by the window. The train had already started moving, and now all there was outside the window was endless pasture, with a few cows here and there. I got out my CD player and started listening to my current favorite song. I don't know what it's called because I burned it, but it's that one by Sum 41 that goes, So am I, still waiting, for this world to start hating? Can't find a, good reason, can't find hope to believe in. I can listen to that song over and over again. I was listening to that song for about the fifth time when a bunch of guys burst into my compartment and immediately burst out laughing. I ignored them, hoping that they would notice me and go away. They really didn't want to mess with me. But noooo, they continued laughing as though I wasn't even there. Finally I took my ear phones off and gave them an icy glare, saying loudly, "Who the fuck are you, what the fuck do you want, and what the fuck are you doing in here? Can't you see I'm trying to listen to some music?"
They all stopped laughing and stood staring at me, as if just noticing I was sitting right there in front of them. From the dumbfounded looks on their faces, I thought amusedly that they probably weren't too bright. I noticed that these were the same guys that were very rudely talking about me earlier. The one who I had heard specifically, who had messed-up black hair that looked as if it hadn't been combed in a few years, suddenly smiled and spoke up.
"Oh, it's you! I'm James, and these prats here are Sirius, Remus and Peter."
What nerve! "I don't doubt you about the prats part. That's very nice, now can you get the fuck out?"
His grin disappeared, replaced with a frown. "What's with the language? What did we do? Who are you, anyway?"
"Jesus...I'm Lily, an exchange student from Salem in America. Now can you please leave?"
"Is that how all Americans greet each other?" "No, just this one."
At this they all stared at me for a moment, before the mousy-looking kid that comb-deprived kid had called Peter said, "C'mon guys.let's just leave her alone."
"Nah, I don't think we will, man. She's way too good looking. I have to claim her before someone else does. I think I'll stick around and cheer this lady up." And then that James guy comes right up to me, sits down, and slides an arm around my shoulders.
I jumped up, fuming and fists clenched. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, hot-shot. For one thing, I'm way out of your league. But on the other hand if you want to make me so happy you can achieve that by getting the fuck out of here!" I was so angry!
"Aw, come now babe," he said, standing up again and walking over to stand right in front of me. "Give me a chance, hm?" He slid a finger down my cheek.
Steam was practically coming out of my ears as I stepped back and raised my hand threateningly. He flinched, backing away a little, but his face remained the same, as if he had this 'in the bag'. "Oh come on, I was just having a little fun!"
How dare he?! How dare he try to take advantage of me and treat me as an object like this?! What nerve! I glared at him again, then smirked. "Oh yeah?" I said. "Then now it's my turn." And with that I slammed the heel of my palm to whack him right on the nose, only a little upwards, just like I was taught in Karate. There was a sickening crack as my hand connected with his face, and he stumbled backwards, falling into a seat with his hands pressed to his nose.
"Fuck!" he yelled, trying to wipe away some of the blood that was dripping onto his pants. Then, when he regained composure, he stood up and said, "Feisty chick. I like you already."
That was the last straw. I kicked him right in the balls right then and there and punched him in the stomach, twice, for good measure. His three comrades just stood there, stunned, watching as I beat the shit out of Broomstick Head here. After I punched him twice, he backed away, yelling, "Alright, ALRIGHT! I GET THE FUCKIN POINT, GODDAMIT!!"
"Good," I said as icily as possible, my eyes flashing and blazing with fury. "Then get out."
"As you wish," said the guy called Remus weakly, before Broomstick Head could answer. "C'mon James, let's go."
They pushed their friend out the compartment door, James glaring angrily over their shoulders. I glared right back. I don't care if I get expelled for this, he deserved every bit of what he got. And I plan to give it to him again if he ever pulls anything like that again. I heard one of them mumble as they leave, "I sure hope she doesn't end up in Gryffindor."
Gryffindor? What's that? Oh well, whatever it was, I privately agreed.
I sighed, sat back down on the seat by the window and put my earphones back on. As I listened to some other song that I seemed to like, I thought to myself, "This is gonna be a long year."
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