Something About Me… By: LittleLauren:]
Chapter 1- The early Turning Point
My mum told me to start writing. She said it helps calm the stress of the past, present, and future. In this case, I need a lot of work on the past. My life isn't what you'd call "perfect" for many reasons.. The first incident was when I actually arrived at Hogwarts.
I remember the day my letter was dropped in our house via owl. 26 June, 2019 to be exact. It was a rainy day, I remember, because I began to cry, thinking that I'd never know what to do to be prepared. I was such a baby back then.
It's weird how things turned out. I had to grow up so fast…
Wait! Rewind!
Anyway, I remember the whole day as if it were yesterday:
"Oh, Lily," my mum said. Don't worry. We'll clean it up in a flash."
I stopped crying at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. There stood my brothers, Albus and James. Al looked really tired. I guessed he must've been reading all through the night again. James on the other hand was shuffling through the mail with no luck of finding what he was looking for.
"So, she didn't write back, eh?" Al asked, smirking slightly.
James appeared mortally offended. "I can't believe you'd say such a thing."
Al and James joined me at the table.. I asked the both of them, "Who is the girl this time?"
James didn't reply, so Al faced me. "Her name is Meredith Abington. She's a Ravenclaw, and the only reason he's even seeing her is because of her big-"
"Albus Severus Potter!" exclaimed mum. She conjured up three plates with eggs and bacon, and gave me my letter. "Eat. We're going to Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's today, so I don't want any of you talking about James' personal life in such detail. Understood?"
"Yes mum," we chorused together, like we did many times before.
"All I was going to say was he likes her big brain," Al whispered to me.
"So," said James casually, taking my letter out of my hands. "Word on the street is that my little sister's got her Hogwarts letter."
I smiled. "You've heard correctly then."
"Are you nervous?" Al asked me, stuffing his face with bacon.
"Not really," I replied, shaking my head.
My brothers looked up astonished. "You serious?" James inquired.
"Yeah," I nodded. "I mean, Hogwarts can't be that bad."
And so my Hogwarts day began.
For the longest time, I was in the shadow of my brothers: The Potter Boys, The Gryffindor Brothers, The Popular Potters. I hated that people expected me to be the same as them because deep down inside I didn't want to. I guess I would be the only Potter in history who didn't want to be in Gryffindor. Of course, many of my cousins were in different houses, but I didn't want anyone 'protecting' me. I thought I could protect myself.
Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress, took all of us first years to the Great Hall. All of my cousins waved at me; Domenique and Fred from Gryffindor; Louis and Roxanne from Hufflepuff; and Rose, Lucy, and Molly from Ravenclaw. Then I saw Al and James with their friends at the Gryffindor table; Al was smiling encouragingly; James nodded expectantly.
At that moment, I felt the anxiety creep into me. 'What if I am in Gryffindor?' I thought. 'I'd be overprotected everyday at school and at home… I don't need that!'
"Potter, Lily!" McGonagall called out at last.
This time, I could almost hear all of my relatives breathe in steadily, anxiously awaiting which one of them will have another family member in their house. As I walked tentatively up to the stool, I've made my decision… I just hoped the Sorting Hat agreed. I sat on the worn-out stool and the Professor slipped the hat on my head.
"Well," said the hat. "That's different." It took so long for that hat to search doubt in my mind, but I settled with what I wanted. "Okay, if it's what you want…" I nodded with an excited smile on my face. "Alright… SLYTHERIN!"
"What?!" was all I heard from every single Weasley and Potter, but yet, I made a content sigh. All I was thinking, as I happily made my way down at the foot of the Slytherin table, was that I knew these seven years were going to be ones to remember.
And so they were.
The first couple of weeks were hard for my family to adjust to the shock of me being in Slytherin. I remember when Uncle Ron tried to scare Rosie into not getting in Slytherin: "…If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you…" He didn't really mean it that way. He meant if she got in Slytherin he'll disinherit her, because she's in Ravenclaw and Uncle Ron's pretty much fine with that.
I was still nervous though… I didn't want my family thinking that I'll turn out to be a Death Eater or something, although they don't really exploit themselves like they used to anymore anyway. I was relieved of my woes when the mail came in the first time…
"…So then, she gave me a detention for talking too much in class!" said my dorm mate, Christina. I have to say, she does talk a lot.
"Imagine that," said Samantha, my other dorm mate, who is also my only friend so far during the first week. I guess after everything that's happened the first day, everyone seemed to be adjusting, except maybe James- "Oh look!" Sam exclaimed, knocking me out of my thoughts.
I heard many screeching noises, then I looked up. There were hundreds of owls with parcels, parchments, letters, and news papers going every which way. There were three owls in particular coming my way: Errol, the Weasley owl; Bear, the Potter owl; and Pigwidgen, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's owl. Bear happily ate from my breakfast plate as I read my letters. I decided to read Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's first.
It read:
Dear Lily,
I'm not going to lie to you: it was a shock to your uncle and I that you were sorted in Slytherin. Thing is, we were brought up to hate your house because of historical grudges, roughly speaking of course. Slytherins, in our day, were very cruel to us Gryffindors, especially to your father.
I guess the Slytherin house really did change their ways because they have a sweet girl supporting their side of Hogwarts… you. Have a wonderful first year.
Lots of Love,
Aunt Hermione
Ps: Hugo and Uncle Ron say hello too, but your uncle is in a lot of stress at the moment. Apparently, he bet some amount of Galleons on the Canons, but they don't seem to be winning.
I hade to chuckle at the last part. Good, old Uncle Ron always loved Quiddich. I wondered if my Aunt wasn't telling the truth. Uncle Ron already had a suspicion with Rose and Scorpious… could this have costed our relationship?
With that in mind, I turned to my next letter from my grandparents:.
Dearest Lily,
Congratulations on making Slytherin! Your grandfather and I thought you'd want to be the independent one. You always wanted to do everything on your own. You wouldn't even let your mother help you with walking or feeding yourself: You've definitely grown up so much.
We love you very much!
Gran and Gram
It was very thoughtful of them to relieve me from my stress. They're the only grandparents I've got. I wanted to make them proud of me because they are proud of what all their grandchildren do. Besides, I wasn't doing anything wrong by being in the Slytherin house. I shouldn't have been feeling the way I did anyway.
Taking a deep breath, I held up the letter from home. It was written in my dad's handwriting:
My Dearest Lily,
I'm so deeply proud of you! Your mother gives her congrats as well.
Believe me when I say that I understand why you wanted to chose Slytherin house over the others. The over protectiveness bothered your mother too; however, you don't have six brothers… you have two with seven cousins in every other house.
Just know that I am always there for you no matter what may happen. I will never abandon you because I know that's what you must be thinking. We all love you.
Love,
Dad
Ps: However, James is a little more prejudice than most so just be patient with him. Al on the other hand is a good brother through and through… he won't let you go that easily.
I let out my breath with a sigh of relief. My family still loved me! I was so glad that I began to relax and make some more friends.
I made a lot of friends from my house and others over the passed first two years of Hogwarts. As a matter of fact, I became pretty famous, and it wasn't because of my family's history… it was my own history. Who has ever heard of a Potter as a Slytherin? I felt so important, but I made sure that I didn't have a big head, like James.
When we got back from my first year, James was still ignoring me, but not as much. Yet, all of us went to Shell Cottage to celebrate Teddy and Victoire's magnificent and romantic wedding …
During the wonderful reception, Rosie and I went outside, followed closely by Al, Louis and Hugo.
"Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" exclaimed Rose. All of us were pretty much used to her random outbursts about her and Scorpious. She liked him and he liked her, but their fathers didn't approve… it's an original love story… blah, blah, blah. Stupid parental control! "I mean, he's a nice guy, right?"
She looked at me expectantly.
"Of course," I said truthfully. He was a really nice guy… he was just a typical rebel, like the rest of us Slytherins.
"Listen, Rose," said Hugo impatiently. "If dad says no, it usually means no." He then walked away, along with Louis, to the pond nearby.
Rose sat down with a thump. Al and I joined her. The three of us were always together when we were home… it was like a tradition from being away from each other for so long. We were in three completely different houses when at school, so it was really difficult to catch up with each other whenever we wanted to.
Al spoke up after a long period of silence. "You know, I think you should be able to do what you want. Be friends with him. Why should you care what others think?"
"What?" she asked. "Your serious?"
He looked up. "Slytherins aren't all bad." And then he turned to me and said, "I love you, Lils. You're my sister… not a Death Eater."
I was really grateful for that. I loved him too… I still do. Yet, my whole life was already going under with me and James. I wanted to show him how much I didn't want him to stop loving me, but he'd never seem to listen. So, just to show him that it didn't really matter anymore, I did what I wanted to do… even if he disowned me for the rest of our young lives.
A/N: Wow… there's plenty more where that came from! Unlike my other story, Two Bleeding Hearts, I've prepared eight other chapters for this one. I t may not seem like a lot, but I'm not JKR who can write about thirty chapters for one book… she's amazing that way. So this story will only be about 15 or 16 chapters long… considering I have the attention span of a squirrel on crack (lol Beau!), this is a lot for me… so please… bare with me!
Oh yea! Reviews are nice too :P
LL!
