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Summary- J.K.R. never said that Lily Evans was in Gryffindor. What if she wasn't? What if she was the most popular girl in Slytherin, yet she was sharp-witted and often mean? What if James Potter, the most popular Gryffindor boy, looks beyond her icy shell and sees a Lily that easily fall in love with? And will Lily see through his arrogant, perfect nature and, though with much resistance, finally open up to somebody? Or will she leave him, and follow her fate as a Slytherin and Death Eater?
Chapter One
September first was a cold, icy day, and Lily Evans didn't like it one bit. Now, she didn't like a lot of things, but days that affected her temper were the worst. Cursing randomly, the fifteen-year old girl glared out the window of the Hogwarts Express at the rain slashing against the glass. Mumbling more complaints, she shifted in her seat to better position her robes underneath her. Suddenly smiling, she looked down her front at the crest on the left side of her robes. Slytherin, it said, in silver writing on green, with the Slytherin serpent circling around the Hogwarts Crest. Ah, she was proud of her house. It was just where she belonged.
Suddenly the door slid open and two girls marched in, throwing themselves onto the seats in front and beside her. Lily smiled at her friends. The one beside her was Katherine Sinistra, but she was called Kate. She was tall with long, wavy brown hair that framed her pretty face well. Her eyes were sharp and bright, full of wit and knowledge, and always quick to point out someone's weaknesses and faults. The other was Claire Avery, a shorter girl with perfectly straight golden hair that fell only to her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel and her skin was light and slightly freckled. Her eyes were currently observing the space around her, and then they fell on Lily. She smirked, the arrogant expression adorning her lips.
"Hello, Lily, why didn't you wait for us out on the platform? You knew I wouldn't be late. You left Kate and I to find your compartment on our own," she said with a smile. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Oh, shut up. We're always in the last one on the train." She paused for a moment, looking over at Kate, who grinned. "Where are Jack and Augustus?" At this, Claire smiled but didn't say anything. Kate shrugged.
"I don't know, I saw Augustus out on the platform but then he wandered off somewhere. And Jack..I just saw him out in the hall, he said he'd be here in a minute," Kate said. Lily shrugged and silence fell over the three girls. Just then, loud noises and shouts were heard, and they grew nearer and nearer to the compartment. The door suddenly slid violently open and six boys stumbled in, with one girl trailing behind them. Kate leapt up as one of them fell towards her. Lily's lip curled up with mounting dislike as she watched them disentangle themselves from the fighting heap they were in, and she identified them one by one.
There was Lucius Malfoy, a 5th year Slytherin like themselves, who was extremely handsome boy in expensive robes, his almost white hair slicked back, his pale eyes eyeing them casually. Behind him were Crabbe and Goyle, his two followers, who looked up to him and whom he treated like servants, but for some reason, they never left his side. Severus Snape, a 4th year, was there, next to Lucius, with his rather greasy black hair hanging limply from his head. Jack Lestrange, a shorter blonde boy was there as well, but as soon as he saw Kate, he went over and seated himself next to her. She grinned, and Lily scowled at her; Kate and Jack had been dating since April of their previous year.
Lingering uncomfortably by the door was the one girl, Narcissa Clark. She was tall and willowy, but incredibly beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, her cheery-like lips pursed, and her curling blond hair tumbled down her back, bringing lovely contrast to the black of her robes. She was a mere 3rd year Slytherin, two years younger than them, but she followed Lucius everywhere, vying for his affection. She didn't have many friends, as she was rather stuck up and incredibly conceded, always whimpering about how the sun was bad for the pale tone of her skin and how her hair was losing its curl.
Augustus Rookwood was the last person to enter, his school robes billowing behind him. He threw himself down in the seat next to Claire before Severus could and pushed a strand of his brown hair out of his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and snorted, a sound of disgust.
"What's up, Augustus?" Claire asked, slipping her arm through the crook of his. He made no sign that he noticed this gesture.
"Potter," he spat. Immediately everyone in the car frowned with dislike. "He and that fool, Black, were out in the corridor telling jokes to some girls, and mind you, they were making fun of us Slytherins." His eyes narrowed and he scowled. James Potter was the most handsome, popular Gryffindor in his year. He was a spectacular Quidditch player, as well as smart and funny, though a bit arrogant. He had had numerous girlfriends over the past few years, but all of them in Gryffindor, another reason why some of the Slytherins thought so lowly of him. Lily had never really looked twice at him, but there were a few Slytherin girls that she knew who swooned over him, despite the difference of houses.
Suddenly the door crashed open and everyone jumped. James Potter himself fell down onto the floor, and Sirius Black, his best friend, was about to go down as well, when he noticed the large group of Slytherins eyeing him with hatred. Sirius wasn't ugly, Lily had to admit that, but he tried too hard to be funny, from what she could tell.
"James, c'mon, let's go," Sirius said hurriedly, and scooted away. James clambered to his feet and looked around, his smile fading. Suddenly he saw Lily and his smile snapped back.
"Good day, lovely lady," he said with a mock bow. "So sorry for the rather uncalled for entrance, Sirius was merely..ah, well, never mind, I don't think you care." Lily just eyed him with disgust, but, surprisingly, she had no quick-witted comeback to reply with.
"We most certainly don't care," Severus said. Severus had hated James since the moment he had set eyes on him, and though Jack, Lucius and Agustus had hated him long before him, as they were one year older, he felt as though he had a special grudge against James, like some unspoken hatred. It was true that James loathed him equally, though.
Sighing, James straightened back up and looked around; the silence was deadly. "Well then, I'll be on my way." Without another word, he turned and walked away, closing the door delicately behind him.
"Bastard," Severus spat at the place where he was standing. "And to call you 'lovely lady!'" Lily sighed and ran a hand through her red hair.
"Whatever, he's just a prat. He doesn't know anything. He just thinks he's all superior because he's a Gryffindor." She frowned. Suddenly, the train began to lurch and slow down. "Ah, we're here already. Out, boys, we'll see you at the table," she said, waving her hand in the direction of the door. They all ambled out, talking in their low voices, getting ready to leave the train, Narcissa shuffling behind them. Lily, Kate and Claire stayed in their car for a few minutes longer, in silence. When the Express finally screeched to a stop, they exited into the crowded corridor and out the door to the Horseless Carriages.
~*~
"Look, there's Potter, Black and that Lupin fellow," Kate whispered to Lily later that evening. The sorting was going on, and they were only on G's; they had a while to go. Lily stretched her neck and peered over the heads of a few rather annoyingly tall Ravenclaws to see the three boys sitting next to each other, laughing hysterically at something. Snorting, she slumped back into her seat and looked around at the other tables, recognizing a few more of her classmates. At the Gryffindor table, not too far away from Potter, there was the red-headed couple of Arthur Weasley and Molly Dickson, a girl who had always been plump and cheery, much to Lily's dislike.
At the Hufflepuff table she could see Bertha Jorkins, a rather dim but pretty girl, and her friend, Florence Marshall. There was Ludo Bagman, a stupid boy, from what she could tell, and then the Potter-wannabe, (as Severus and Jack called him) Peter Pettigrew. He was porky, with a round, always flushed face and a very hyper appearance. Lily did hate him, just because of the way he followed James, Sirius and Remus everywhere, as though he didn't have a life of his own.
"Finally!" Claire suddenly cried from next to her. "The sorting is over, and now it's time for the feast," she said, staring expectantly at the golden plate in front of her. Claire had always been one for eating a lot, no matter what kind of food it was. Lily sighed. Why was she so excited about food? Did she not care about her weight? When the food did appear, and everyone around her dug in, Lily just stared at it blankly.
"Lily, why aren't you eating?" Severus asked from a few seats away. Honestly, why wouldn't he leave her alone? Everyone knew of the massive crush he had on her a few years ago, though she hoped it had diminished. Apparently, it hadn't; he was always asking her questions and yearning for her to talk to him. She thought he was the freakiest boy that ever lived.
"Because I'm not hungry, Severus, why do you think? And, why do you care?" He didn't reply, as his mouth was now full of green beans, and she didn't really care to see those all mashed up if she looked at him.
"Oh, Lily, you have to eat something," Claire said as she pierced a piece of steak with her fork. "Come on, it's not healthy."
"Fine," she snapped, and grabbed her fork. "I'll eat. I eat a lot, you've seen me, why do you suddenly care so much about the state of my health?" Claire sighed; this was usually how Lily acted. Her outer shell was beautiful but icy cold and snappish, but if you really knew her, if you really pried into her soul, you could see that there was an entirely different person inside. She could be so warm and heartfelt, but Claire seriously doubted she would be showing that side of her to anyone anytime soon. It took more than a few civil conversations to see the real Lily Evans.
Summary- J.K.R. never said that Lily Evans was in Gryffindor. What if she wasn't? What if she was the most popular girl in Slytherin, yet she was sharp-witted and often mean? What if James Potter, the most popular Gryffindor boy, looks beyond her icy shell and sees a Lily that easily fall in love with? And will Lily see through his arrogant, perfect nature and, though with much resistance, finally open up to somebody? Or will she leave him, and follow her fate as a Slytherin and Death Eater?
Chapter One
September first was a cold, icy day, and Lily Evans didn't like it one bit. Now, she didn't like a lot of things, but days that affected her temper were the worst. Cursing randomly, the fifteen-year old girl glared out the window of the Hogwarts Express at the rain slashing against the glass. Mumbling more complaints, she shifted in her seat to better position her robes underneath her. Suddenly smiling, she looked down her front at the crest on the left side of her robes. Slytherin, it said, in silver writing on green, with the Slytherin serpent circling around the Hogwarts Crest. Ah, she was proud of her house. It was just where she belonged.
Suddenly the door slid open and two girls marched in, throwing themselves onto the seats in front and beside her. Lily smiled at her friends. The one beside her was Katherine Sinistra, but she was called Kate. She was tall with long, wavy brown hair that framed her pretty face well. Her eyes were sharp and bright, full of wit and knowledge, and always quick to point out someone's weaknesses and faults. The other was Claire Avery, a shorter girl with perfectly straight golden hair that fell only to her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel and her skin was light and slightly freckled. Her eyes were currently observing the space around her, and then they fell on Lily. She smirked, the arrogant expression adorning her lips.
"Hello, Lily, why didn't you wait for us out on the platform? You knew I wouldn't be late. You left Kate and I to find your compartment on our own," she said with a smile. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Oh, shut up. We're always in the last one on the train." She paused for a moment, looking over at Kate, who grinned. "Where are Jack and Augustus?" At this, Claire smiled but didn't say anything. Kate shrugged.
"I don't know, I saw Augustus out on the platform but then he wandered off somewhere. And Jack..I just saw him out in the hall, he said he'd be here in a minute," Kate said. Lily shrugged and silence fell over the three girls. Just then, loud noises and shouts were heard, and they grew nearer and nearer to the compartment. The door suddenly slid violently open and six boys stumbled in, with one girl trailing behind them. Kate leapt up as one of them fell towards her. Lily's lip curled up with mounting dislike as she watched them disentangle themselves from the fighting heap they were in, and she identified them one by one.
There was Lucius Malfoy, a 5th year Slytherin like themselves, who was extremely handsome boy in expensive robes, his almost white hair slicked back, his pale eyes eyeing them casually. Behind him were Crabbe and Goyle, his two followers, who looked up to him and whom he treated like servants, but for some reason, they never left his side. Severus Snape, a 4th year, was there, next to Lucius, with his rather greasy black hair hanging limply from his head. Jack Lestrange, a shorter blonde boy was there as well, but as soon as he saw Kate, he went over and seated himself next to her. She grinned, and Lily scowled at her; Kate and Jack had been dating since April of their previous year.
Lingering uncomfortably by the door was the one girl, Narcissa Clark. She was tall and willowy, but incredibly beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, her cheery-like lips pursed, and her curling blond hair tumbled down her back, bringing lovely contrast to the black of her robes. She was a mere 3rd year Slytherin, two years younger than them, but she followed Lucius everywhere, vying for his affection. She didn't have many friends, as she was rather stuck up and incredibly conceded, always whimpering about how the sun was bad for the pale tone of her skin and how her hair was losing its curl.
Augustus Rookwood was the last person to enter, his school robes billowing behind him. He threw himself down in the seat next to Claire before Severus could and pushed a strand of his brown hair out of his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and snorted, a sound of disgust.
"What's up, Augustus?" Claire asked, slipping her arm through the crook of his. He made no sign that he noticed this gesture.
"Potter," he spat. Immediately everyone in the car frowned with dislike. "He and that fool, Black, were out in the corridor telling jokes to some girls, and mind you, they were making fun of us Slytherins." His eyes narrowed and he scowled. James Potter was the most handsome, popular Gryffindor in his year. He was a spectacular Quidditch player, as well as smart and funny, though a bit arrogant. He had had numerous girlfriends over the past few years, but all of them in Gryffindor, another reason why some of the Slytherins thought so lowly of him. Lily had never really looked twice at him, but there were a few Slytherin girls that she knew who swooned over him, despite the difference of houses.
Suddenly the door crashed open and everyone jumped. James Potter himself fell down onto the floor, and Sirius Black, his best friend, was about to go down as well, when he noticed the large group of Slytherins eyeing him with hatred. Sirius wasn't ugly, Lily had to admit that, but he tried too hard to be funny, from what she could tell.
"James, c'mon, let's go," Sirius said hurriedly, and scooted away. James clambered to his feet and looked around, his smile fading. Suddenly he saw Lily and his smile snapped back.
"Good day, lovely lady," he said with a mock bow. "So sorry for the rather uncalled for entrance, Sirius was merely..ah, well, never mind, I don't think you care." Lily just eyed him with disgust, but, surprisingly, she had no quick-witted comeback to reply with.
"We most certainly don't care," Severus said. Severus had hated James since the moment he had set eyes on him, and though Jack, Lucius and Agustus had hated him long before him, as they were one year older, he felt as though he had a special grudge against James, like some unspoken hatred. It was true that James loathed him equally, though.
Sighing, James straightened back up and looked around; the silence was deadly. "Well then, I'll be on my way." Without another word, he turned and walked away, closing the door delicately behind him.
"Bastard," Severus spat at the place where he was standing. "And to call you 'lovely lady!'" Lily sighed and ran a hand through her red hair.
"Whatever, he's just a prat. He doesn't know anything. He just thinks he's all superior because he's a Gryffindor." She frowned. Suddenly, the train began to lurch and slow down. "Ah, we're here already. Out, boys, we'll see you at the table," she said, waving her hand in the direction of the door. They all ambled out, talking in their low voices, getting ready to leave the train, Narcissa shuffling behind them. Lily, Kate and Claire stayed in their car for a few minutes longer, in silence. When the Express finally screeched to a stop, they exited into the crowded corridor and out the door to the Horseless Carriages.
~*~
"Look, there's Potter, Black and that Lupin fellow," Kate whispered to Lily later that evening. The sorting was going on, and they were only on G's; they had a while to go. Lily stretched her neck and peered over the heads of a few rather annoyingly tall Ravenclaws to see the three boys sitting next to each other, laughing hysterically at something. Snorting, she slumped back into her seat and looked around at the other tables, recognizing a few more of her classmates. At the Gryffindor table, not too far away from Potter, there was the red-headed couple of Arthur Weasley and Molly Dickson, a girl who had always been plump and cheery, much to Lily's dislike.
At the Hufflepuff table she could see Bertha Jorkins, a rather dim but pretty girl, and her friend, Florence Marshall. There was Ludo Bagman, a stupid boy, from what she could tell, and then the Potter-wannabe, (as Severus and Jack called him) Peter Pettigrew. He was porky, with a round, always flushed face and a very hyper appearance. Lily did hate him, just because of the way he followed James, Sirius and Remus everywhere, as though he didn't have a life of his own.
"Finally!" Claire suddenly cried from next to her. "The sorting is over, and now it's time for the feast," she said, staring expectantly at the golden plate in front of her. Claire had always been one for eating a lot, no matter what kind of food it was. Lily sighed. Why was she so excited about food? Did she not care about her weight? When the food did appear, and everyone around her dug in, Lily just stared at it blankly.
"Lily, why aren't you eating?" Severus asked from a few seats away. Honestly, why wouldn't he leave her alone? Everyone knew of the massive crush he had on her a few years ago, though she hoped it had diminished. Apparently, it hadn't; he was always asking her questions and yearning for her to talk to him. She thought he was the freakiest boy that ever lived.
"Because I'm not hungry, Severus, why do you think? And, why do you care?" He didn't reply, as his mouth was now full of green beans, and she didn't really care to see those all mashed up if she looked at him.
"Oh, Lily, you have to eat something," Claire said as she pierced a piece of steak with her fork. "Come on, it's not healthy."
"Fine," she snapped, and grabbed her fork. "I'll eat. I eat a lot, you've seen me, why do you suddenly care so much about the state of my health?" Claire sighed; this was usually how Lily acted. Her outer shell was beautiful but icy cold and snappish, but if you really knew her, if you really pried into her soul, you could see that there was an entirely different person inside. She could be so warm and heartfelt, but Claire seriously doubted she would be showing that side of her to anyone anytime soon. It took more than a few civil conversations to see the real Lily Evans.