Lily Potter and the Room of Curses – Part One.
It was dark on the lane, and the only light around was the faint glowing of the street lamps, which lit up circular rings of yellow along the sides of the midnight street. All the inhabitants of Godric's hollow were fast asleep, as any normal person at this hour would be. All except one. Lily Luna Potter was not asleep, she could not possibly sleep, with the thought of what was to come tomorrow.
She leaned over the window frame, her nose pressed against the cold hard glass. The room was silent, save for the soft snoring of her Cousin Hugo in the next room. For any normal girl of eleven, the darkness would have bothered them, but Lily Luna Potter was no ordinary girl. Lily, was a witch.
Tomorrow she would be picking up her bags, and boarding the Hogwarts Express at platform Nine and Three quaters for the first time. Her mind was full of scenarios where things went wrong, what if she was late, the trin left at exactly Eleven o'clock every year, not a minute late. She laughed, she remembered the amusing story her Uncle Ron had told her about the time him and her father had been late for the train, and had been left with no choice but to fly Grandpa Weasley's car all the way to the school themselves, crashing it into an old tree!
Lily smiled, her bright green eyes glistening wildly, contrasting against the mass of untidy flaming red hair which lay on her head, uncontrollably. She had inherited her red hair from her mother, unfortunately her father's inability to control the creature on his head he called hair, appeared to have rubbed off on her too. She also had sight just as poor as her father, and his father before him it appeared, and she wore think round spectacles, which rest lazily on her small freckled nose.
As the clock beside her came to a ticking halt at One O'clock, and started to ring quietly, she jumped, and the clock turned instantly into a garden gnome. She laughed out loud, stopping only when she realised her family was asleep nearby. As an untrained witch, she was allowed the occasional magical mishap like the one she had just performed, occasionally the resulted in chaos, but usually it was merely an amusing site to behold, and one which her older brothers delited in teasing her about, having already reached their third and fourth years of hogwarts, respectively. Soon however, they would no longer be able to laugh at her, she would be just as good as them , if not more so!
She finally lay on her bed, closed her eyes, and fell quickly and quietly into a deep, calm sleep. Little did she know, her first year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry would be just as eventful as her father's had been, twenty one year's previously.
As she slept silently in her bed, her face pressing her glasses between her face and layers of red hair, her cousin Hugo slept a lot less silently in the adjoining room.
Hugo was a short, much plumper boy, pale, with a scruff of curly black hair balancing on top of his freckled baby-like face. His brilliant large brown eyes were closed tight, and he was snoring loudly, sounding like pig fighting for his food. He was the spitting image of his father, with the hair of his mother.
This was a fact which people delighted on pointing out to him, to the point where he could almost recite it by heart before the person he was talking to even said it. This had used to annoy Hugo rather a lot, and only a few weeks ago, at Neville's birthday party, his Cousin Fred had pointed it out, under the influence of several large glasses of butterbeer. He had become rather angry, and had shouted crossly as Fred, his face growing ever more red. It had taken his uncle Harry ushering him out of the room to calm him down. Harry had placed a hand on Hugo's shoulder and said calmly. "I am the spitting image of my father, but with my mother's eyes. People have told me this since the day I turned 11. It is the most honourable thing anyone has ever said to me."
From that day on, he had been proud whenever anyone had mentioned the resemblances and smiled smugly on these occasions.
The sun slowly began to peak its first few rays over the hills of the Hollow, and the entire household slept calmly in their beds, dreaming of the busy day which lay ahead of them...