Hey Guys, this is my first ever attempt at writing fan fiction so I hope this story turns out all right and try not to be too harsh, though criticism is welcome. The story is overly dramatic in places and more for fun and amusement then actual professional writing techniques (if that makes any sense at all?!) I am a huge Harry Potter fan and I wrote this aimed at musicians who are also HP fans. I hope you guys like it and I hope to get round to updating some more chapters soon if you do! I know this is quite a short entry but the ones that follow will be longer I promise. At the moment i'm just trying to get the story started :)
A wild cascade of copper-red hair tangled in Lily's face for the third time that day as it escaped the deteriorating bun perched upon her head. She climbed down the stairs of the bus that had been her prison for the last five hours and sighed dramatically. Why did she even bother doing anything with her hair? No 'do' could contain those wild curls for more than a few hours.
Struggling with her oversized bags and bass case that weighed far more then was really necessary (But then again only the best protection would do for her limited edition "The Wild One" Fleabass ) Lily managed to drag the hair away from her eyes long enough to get a glimpse at the building in front of her. So the five hour trip from Spinners End to London had not been for nothing, this dream like place actually did exist. Hogwarts School of Music-craft and Perform-ery stood in front of her and Lily was in awe. How long she'd wanted a place here, how hard she'd worked to be able to view every spoke and tower of this gothic castle? An involuntary smile spread across her face.
Hitching up the bag on her shoulder and making her way through the grounds Lily nervously approached the front door. She ran her fingers over her bass, picturing herself running her fingers up and down the smooth, rosewood fretboard. The bass had been produced by her idol and hero Flea (don't know who he is? You should be ashamed! He is only the bassist of the greatest band in existence - RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS!). One day that would be her playing in front of screaming crowds in sold-out stadiums.
"Can I help you Miss Evans?" a voice interrupted her clouded mind and nervous, rambling thoughts. In front of her stood a rather severe-looking woman with aged line creasing her face and thin lips that seemed to be turned up in the slightest of smiles. There was a glint in her eye behind the sharp, square glasses as she took in Lily's skin-tight black jeans covered by knee-high converses and yellow Metalocalypse T-shirt displaying Toki saying "You listen to Dethklok? One million Banana Stickers for you!"
"I… Uh… What?" She stuttered as the woman stared at her expectantly. "I mean, how do you know my name?" Lily's wonderful brain burst forth with least important question there was, yet the women answered patiently and only slightly sarcastically.
"Well, we do only have 8 new students joining us for this summer, and you are rather recognisable with that striking hair of yours if I do say so myself, which clearly I do." She smiled a little more as Lily's face began to resemble the colour of her hair. "You are Miss Evans are you not?"
"Oh her," the blush deepened, "I mean, yes, I am."
"That's good to hear. Well, follow me Miss Evans and I will show you to your room. I am Professor McGonagall and I will be the first year's primary teacher and supervisor. Your lessons will begin on Monday which gives you the rest of today to get settled in." We approached a corridor lined with doors and Professor McGonagall stopped abruptly out the front of the third door along, with a golden nameplate reading 'Lily Evans,' causing Lily to almost trip over in her haste to stop and not run up the back of her new teacher. "Dinner will be served in your rooms for tonight, as not all students have arrived, but in the future all meals will be in the great hall. Serving starts at 7 o'clock and expect you there on time." She unlocked the door and handed Lily the key, stepping aside so she could sidle in to the room - quite an effort considering her luggage. "Oh and Miss Evans, I will collect on those banana stickers."
Lily dropped her bags right there and ran out to the hall way with her jaw hanging somewhere around her ankles. She glanced between her shirt and Professor McGonagall's retreating back and wondered if her ears deceived her. Surely her harsh looking new teacher, with hair pulled back so tight her face was in danger of splitting and formal attire, had not just insinuated she listened to Dethklok. Could she?
Lily stood there for another few moments even after her teacher was long out of sight. She returned to her room gobsmacked and flopped onto her bed, not even noticing the name plates of the other students who would be joining her for the summer. Not even the name plate directly across from hers that read "James Potter."
