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Trelawney, Professor Ivan Jedrick, Willow, Christell, Riel, Mirel, and
Jerica.
Lily Evans got off of the train for her seventh year in Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, her long red hair was pulled back into a loose, out of the way bun and she was in her black robes, the head girl badge pinned to her robes proudly. The war on the evil Wizard named Voldemort was in full swing now and Lily, her fiancée, James, and their best friends, Willow Verl, Mirel Meese, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were all going into the war as soon as they graduated. There would be no time for further schooling yet and most of their friends were already fighting Voldemort furiously.
Lily bumped into someone and muttered an apology as she kept going. A chill and oily voice cut through her thoughts.
"Careful Mudblood, You might have gotten filth on me." Lily groaned inwardly and turned to face the inconsiderate, insufferable, jerk that was Lucius Trevor Malfoy. She crossed her arms and was dimly aware that her boyfriend and four friends walked up behind her.
"Careful Malfoy, your inbreeding might be contagious and I don't want to catch it!" She sneered before she turned and walked away without another word, on her way with James to a meeting between the Headmaster; Professor Dumbledore, the seventh year Prefects; Willow, Mirel, Sirius, and Remus from Gryffindor, Chandor Chang, Sara Clearwater, Irena Delici, and Deuce Windra from Ravenclaw, Amos Diggary, Milly Abbot, Christopher Bones, and Delia Dancer from Hufflepuff, and Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Patrick Parkinson, and Demos Bullstrode from Slytherin, the heads of house, Professor McGonagall, from Gryffindor, Professor Flitwick, from Ravenclaw, Professor Trelawney, from Hufflepuff, and Professor Jedrick, from Slytherin, and the Minister of Magic, Trillion Longbottom.
Lily and James took their places on either side of the Headmaster and the Minister of Magic; they sat there and waited until the seats filled up before Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As you all know, the war on Voldemort is in full swing and we, the light side, are desperately short of aurors." Dumbledore's eyes shifted to the Slytherins who were all smirking, "We have no choice but to train you to be aurors. Now, usually, this would be a training of several years. But we don't have that. We'll be lucky to even have one year at the rate we're going. No, Your trainings will not be long, nor will they be extensive. But I can assure you that half of the seventh year will be gone in the war fighting before the Christmas Holidays." The Headmaster's usually twinkling eyes were grave.
"I cannot guarantee your safety when you leave this school. So it is up to you on how you want your training to be. I can admit several into the nursing career. Treating magical injuries is a messy job, however it does not have the killing. But you will lose patients. Voldemort is ruthless and unkind. We must stop him at all costs." Dumbledore turned to the Minister, "Minister Longbottom is here to inform you what is at stake if you become an auror."
"Good day students." Trillion Longbottom was a cheerful man, he was also young. Lily and James both judged that he couldn't be more than twenty-four. They had long ago learned how to connect themselves telepathically, and so knew each other's thoughts as soon as they were thought. Longbottom went on to explain just how they were going against Voldemort and how they were trying to get as much support as possible. Trillion Longbottom was an auror himself, he and his wife, Viviane, had become Aurors the very second that they graduated from Hogwarts with hopes that they could somehow help quell the threat of the dark wizard.
After the minister spoke, Lily and James joined their friends out in the hall and gathered to discuss it. They arrived at the conclusion that they'd all become aurors. Each was an expert in a certain area of spell casting and each was ready to serve. Nobody wanted to see Voldemort take over anything...everyone's worst fear lately was that they'd find the dark mark above their home.
A letter flew up to Lily and she opened it slowly...and gasped.
Written in blood red ink, which, on second inspection, was actually blood, were the words:
"Mudbloods are all going to die. You're next, Lily Evans. Your parents came first, now it's your turn."
And written in a loopy, almost pretty, way at the bottom of the page was one word.
"Voldemort."
Stardust's Rambling: Well, I told you I'd get the sequel up soon! I can't promise that it'll be long but it'll cover from the time they graduate until the night they die. Then I have a third sequel to get up which everyone'll probably hate but that's not my fault is it? Didn't think so. Thank you. Well, review and I'll get the next chapter up as soon as possible.
Lily Evans got off of the train for her seventh year in Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, her long red hair was pulled back into a loose, out of the way bun and she was in her black robes, the head girl badge pinned to her robes proudly. The war on the evil Wizard named Voldemort was in full swing now and Lily, her fiancée, James, and their best friends, Willow Verl, Mirel Meese, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were all going into the war as soon as they graduated. There would be no time for further schooling yet and most of their friends were already fighting Voldemort furiously.
Lily bumped into someone and muttered an apology as she kept going. A chill and oily voice cut through her thoughts.
"Careful Mudblood, You might have gotten filth on me." Lily groaned inwardly and turned to face the inconsiderate, insufferable, jerk that was Lucius Trevor Malfoy. She crossed her arms and was dimly aware that her boyfriend and four friends walked up behind her.
"Careful Malfoy, your inbreeding might be contagious and I don't want to catch it!" She sneered before she turned and walked away without another word, on her way with James to a meeting between the Headmaster; Professor Dumbledore, the seventh year Prefects; Willow, Mirel, Sirius, and Remus from Gryffindor, Chandor Chang, Sara Clearwater, Irena Delici, and Deuce Windra from Ravenclaw, Amos Diggary, Milly Abbot, Christopher Bones, and Delia Dancer from Hufflepuff, and Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Patrick Parkinson, and Demos Bullstrode from Slytherin, the heads of house, Professor McGonagall, from Gryffindor, Professor Flitwick, from Ravenclaw, Professor Trelawney, from Hufflepuff, and Professor Jedrick, from Slytherin, and the Minister of Magic, Trillion Longbottom.
Lily and James took their places on either side of the Headmaster and the Minister of Magic; they sat there and waited until the seats filled up before Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As you all know, the war on Voldemort is in full swing and we, the light side, are desperately short of aurors." Dumbledore's eyes shifted to the Slytherins who were all smirking, "We have no choice but to train you to be aurors. Now, usually, this would be a training of several years. But we don't have that. We'll be lucky to even have one year at the rate we're going. No, Your trainings will not be long, nor will they be extensive. But I can assure you that half of the seventh year will be gone in the war fighting before the Christmas Holidays." The Headmaster's usually twinkling eyes were grave.
"I cannot guarantee your safety when you leave this school. So it is up to you on how you want your training to be. I can admit several into the nursing career. Treating magical injuries is a messy job, however it does not have the killing. But you will lose patients. Voldemort is ruthless and unkind. We must stop him at all costs." Dumbledore turned to the Minister, "Minister Longbottom is here to inform you what is at stake if you become an auror."
"Good day students." Trillion Longbottom was a cheerful man, he was also young. Lily and James both judged that he couldn't be more than twenty-four. They had long ago learned how to connect themselves telepathically, and so knew each other's thoughts as soon as they were thought. Longbottom went on to explain just how they were going against Voldemort and how they were trying to get as much support as possible. Trillion Longbottom was an auror himself, he and his wife, Viviane, had become Aurors the very second that they graduated from Hogwarts with hopes that they could somehow help quell the threat of the dark wizard.
After the minister spoke, Lily and James joined their friends out in the hall and gathered to discuss it. They arrived at the conclusion that they'd all become aurors. Each was an expert in a certain area of spell casting and each was ready to serve. Nobody wanted to see Voldemort take over anything...everyone's worst fear lately was that they'd find the dark mark above their home.
A letter flew up to Lily and she opened it slowly...and gasped.
Written in blood red ink, which, on second inspection, was actually blood, were the words:
"Mudbloods are all going to die. You're next, Lily Evans. Your parents came first, now it's your turn."
And written in a loopy, almost pretty, way at the bottom of the page was one word.
"Voldemort."
Stardust's Rambling: Well, I told you I'd get the sequel up soon! I can't promise that it'll be long but it'll cover from the time they graduate until the night they die. Then I have a third sequel to get up which everyone'll probably hate but that's not my fault is it? Didn't think so. Thank you. Well, review and I'll get the next chapter up as soon as possible.