A/N: As the summary says, a Lily/Bellatrix fic. For now its just a one-shot, but if people like it I might turn it into a multichap. Which leads me to say, reviews are loved.
Inquisition
Lily had many questions.
Was the sorting hat infallible?
It was surely a question that had been asked before. But one that had been skirted around the edges of, never properly satisfied.
Or was it simply a matter of untangling the fresh stock of young minds that were annually delivered before they were given the chance to form distinctly?
Yes. That was it. A careful thought out decision should have discerned the next seven years of a child's existence, not a nervous, flighty notion; exhaled in the short time a dusty old hat could be whipped on and off their head.
Did five panicky seconds equilibrate to seven years of discontentment?
No. How could it?
Could Lily Evans ever quite forgive James Potter for whispering to her younger self that Gryffindor was far superior to Slytherin before she stepped up to the unstable stool that was used for the sorting?
She didn't think so. Not quite.
Was it by chance that the young girl caught the gaze of the dark-haired third year who, feigning a bored but joking expression was speaking in hushed tones to the boy sitting opposite her, as eleven year old Lily hurried over to the red-adorned table in the next section of the hall?
For that, the Evans girl had no answer. She was too distracted by the smirk that was directed to her by the vindictive Slytherin who had once again, caught her staring.
10:28pm, 18th August 2008
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