Hey there people of...umm...what's that planet called again? Oh ya! *clears throat* Hey there people of Earth! I deleted my other draft (and, like an idiot, I forgot to copy the stuff I had already written so this is a blank page...literally) I just didn't feel right about it. It wasn't me. (per say) But, with the advice of an amazing author (you know who you are!) who got me back on track I am going to give it another go. OK, let's start with the legal stuff. (P.S. I know it's weird but I skipped Lily's first year of Hogwarts. I might write it later but for now she is 13- almost 14)
Disclaimer: In my head there is nothing but air and dust so, unfortunately, I would never be able to come up with such a wonderful story as Harry Potter. I do not own most of the characters and some of the plot stuff, ect., ect..
Note from the person writing this: (a.k.a. me!) I hope you enjoy this. I really enjoy writing. If there are spelling mistakes I apologize, the computer I am working on doesn't have spell check. (Get it? spell check...because it's about Harry Potter. Never mind.)Bummer... Any who, this is my first Fan-Fic. so please do not leave hate comments. Eat some chocolate before you write a comment. Chocolate is happiness compacted! (Some of the spells you will see I created and some are the ones used in the books. For the ones I created they are in Latin.) Please read and review! And without further ado (what the heck does that mean anyway?) I present to you Chapter one: THE TRAIN OF DOOM! Haha...just kidding...
I looked up at the train in front of me, The Hogwarts Express. I was so excited! I was finally going back to Hogwarts, when I could use magic freely! It was an amazing feeling. I looked over and saw Scorpuis standing alone on the platform, watching his parents leave. What kind of parents didn't even wait for the train to leave? I was sure glad my mum and dad weren't like that. I smiled up at dad and he smiled back at me. "You had better go find a compartment Lil." He said as he hefted my trunk up with one hand and took my owl cage with the other. As soon as he did the owl inside the cage started to hoot in fear.
"Dad! I told not to pick up his cage! He dosen't like you ever since you scared him when I first got him!" "Ok, Ok." Said dad, setting down Garland's cage and looking at its occupant.
"You need to eat less." Dad said in a fake stern voice to my owl. "Ya, right. And James sucks at Quiddich." I muttered. "Come on Lil. Why do you have to drag me into this?" I heard James say from behind me. "We all know I am going to win the World Cup someday!" James struck a heroic pose which lasted until I poked him hard in his side.
"Hey. Your owls still alive." He said, seemingly surprised. "Yes. Why wouldn't he be?" I replied suspiciously. "I expected him to die from a heart attack cause dad dropped him a couple of times." I whipped around to face dad, furious "A COUPLE OF TIMES! You said you only dropped him once! How could you be so careless with Garland?"
James shot dad an apologetic look and said "You'd better run if you don't want to be killed." Dad pulled out his wand, pointed it at my trunk and said "Levicorpus" and something else to send my trunk shooting into the train and it began to float down that hallway. "You'd better go after it if you don't want to lose it! Love you! Have a great year and write lots!" Dad kissed my cheek then boosted me onto the train while I protested profusely. But, seeing as how I didn't want to lose my trunk, I ran after it, the owl cage fly backwards while I ran.
Poor Garland looked frightened out of his wits, his eyes were big and he only let out an occasional 'peep' before going back to concentrating on hanging on to his perch for dear life. "Sorry!" I said to him after I had finally caught my trunk. It had stopped outside a compartment with only one person inside it. I slid open the door, careful to make as little noise as possible because apparently the person was sleeping. He was a boy about my age, maybe a year older, with dirty-blond, medium length hair. I couldn't see his eyes because they were closed tight. The train whistle blew suddenly and I started.
Hastily shoving my trunk on the rack above my head and placing Garland on the floor I opened the window and waved to my mum and dad. Mum waved back and yelled "Love you sweetie! Don't listen to the stuff James tells you and study hard! Have a good year!" Dad was walking along the train, trying to hear James over the noise of the train.
"Can I" James yelled but before he could finish the sentence the train started to move. "Sure!" Dad yelled although he evidently didn't know what he was agreeing to. I closed the window and sat down. The boy across from me muttered and shifted in his sleep. Sleep seemed like a good idea right about now. As I lay down on the seat I shivered. It was cold in here but I wasn't going to go digging through my trunk to get a sweatshirt. I closed my eyes and tried to find a comfy position and, before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
I dreamt that I was in the headmaster's room and all the paintings of the former headmasters were muttering to each other all around me. The painting of Albus Dumbldore looked worried and tired. I walked under his painting and asked "What's the matter Headmaster? Is something wrong? Why do you look so worried?" Dumbldore's face crinkled in a kindly smile and told me "Lily, young Lily. You look so much like your mother but yet I can sense your grandmothers gentle spirit in you. Don't let him-" Whatever he was going to say to me was cut short by the door to the Headmaster's room banging open and a angry and scary looking man marched in and grabbed my arm. "What are you doing here? Who are you? Tell me!" He shook my arm roughly but I couldn't speak. My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out because, where the Headmaster's eyes should been, were great pits of fire. I did the only thing I could think to do, I screamed.
"Hey! Wake up!" Yelled a voice right next to my ear. I screamed again and sat bolt upright just as James came rushing into the cabin, his wand out and a mean expression on his face. "What did you do to her?" He yelled at the boy who had been sleeping across from he earlier, pushing his wand into the boys face. "Hey!" I whacked James's wand down and said "Stop waving your wand around. You're going to poke someone's eyes out. He didn't do anything but startle me."
James, looking abashed, lowered his wand and muttered something that sounded like 'sorry' before asking me "What were you screaming for then?" "I don't know..." I rubbed my eyes before stretching and yawning. As I did so a blanket fell onto the seat next to me and I realized it must have been on me. "How did this get there?" I mused to myself, picking it up.
The boy looked at me and said "I woke up and you were shivering so, since I was done with it I put it on you. You looked really cold." I smiled warmly at him and held out my hand. "Hi. I'm Lily Potter and the wand-waving maniac is my brother, James. What's your name?" I asked. "Cassin Ballion." He smiled back at me and shook my hand. His eyes were a navy colour. "Your eyes are beautiful." I whispered, transfixed, then blushing as I realized what I had said. "Thanks." Cassin said, blushing too.
James glared at him and turned to me. "If you're OK I'm going to go back to my compartment." I suddenly walked over to James and hugged him, startling both James and myself by this sudden display of emotion. I was scared and I didn't know why. I wished I could have remembered what I had dreamt. I had a feeling that if I could I would know what I was afraid of. "Love you." I whispered into his shoulder, my words muffled. "Love you too Lil." James patted my back uncertainly and cleared his throat before turning and leaving. I sighed and sat down, feeling more tired than before.
An hour later I was playing a game of exploding snaps with Cassin when the lunch trolley passed. I opened the door and asked Cassin over my shoulder "Do you want anything? My dad gave me some money." "Sure." He answered. "What do you want? My treat." He laughed and said "thanks" before asking for a box of every flavor beans. Just when I was paying the trolley lady Gwen Stefil walked by with her posse. She was the 'popular girl' of Griffindor. She was also a pain in the neck. Mean and uppity. A person to avoid. Blond hair, blue eyes. and beautiful. Because she was rich and a pure blood she thought she was better than everyone else. How she got in Griffindor is something everyone wonders about. James had told me.
"Hi." She said after asking for what she wanted. I looked around but there was no one else in the hallway. "Lily Potter right? How nice." Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "Ya." I replied. "Come on, slowpoke." Cassin said and Gwen looked above my shoulder to see him sitting, waiting for me so we could resume play Exploding Snaps. Her eyes widened when she saw him and she gasped a little. Oh-no. Gosh help us. James had also said Gwen is only been interested in a couple things lately. One of them was getting boyfriend and judging on the look on her face she had decided Cassin was her new target.
Crud! I thought to myself. I hastily accepted my stuff as the trolley lady and her cart moved away but before I could close the compartment door Gwen shoved past me to talk to Cassin. Why me? I asked the universe. The one guy I thought was cute and kind had to be Gwen Stefil's new boyfriend. Not if I have anything to do with it. I am not going to give up. If I did I wouldn't deserve the Potter name. I rushed in and closed the door behind me. "What unusual eyes you have. So handsome!" She giggled and flipped her hair, flirting. Cassin blushed scarlet. The compartment was now stuffed to the brim. Between Gwen, her posse and us it was quickly getting really warm. "Don't you have a compartment to get back to?" I asked her as nicely as I could. "Oh no. I don't mind staying here. Jenna stayed behind with the bags so I can stay here with you guys. That is, if it's alright with you?" Lucky Jenna. I thought as she directed the last question at Cassin, giggling once more and flashing him a wide grin. "Ya, of course you can stay here." Cassin hastened to say. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly I felt really warm and I was growing warmer. My vision blurred and then everything went black.
I could feel someone shaking me, calling me. I opened my eyes, blinked and grimaced. My vision was blurry but getting better. "Are you OK?" I could hear Cassin ask me, concern in his voice. I felt a cold hand wipe my hair off my now sweaty forehead and I blinked again. I could now see regularly. "I think so." I muttered, propping myself up on my elbows. "I'm just really hot."
"Yup." Cassin said and we all looked at him in shock. " I-I mean you're really warm." He stammered. I grinned and stood up but started to fall. "I think you need some air hon." Gwen said in that awful, sticky-sweet voice. "Good idea. I'll bring you so you don't fall over." Cassin offered me his arm but before I could do or say anything Gwen practically yelled "No!" She quickly regained her composure as Cassin looked at her, confused.
"I mean, you can make it to the end of the train alone can't you? It might be better if you go alone." She smiled at me but I could see the threat under that smile and those words. Better for you, you mean. I wanted to say, but what I said was wayyy different from what I wanted to say. "Sure. I can make it." "Are you positive?" Cassin asked, looking worried. "Positive." I plastered a smile on my face and turned to look at him before walking down the hallway but before I went far Gwen popped her head out and put my trunk and owl outside the door. "Back off girle. He is mine." She said in a venomous voice. I went back grabbed my trunk and owl and continued down the hallway, cursing my weak self the whole way.
Just before I was at the end of the train I passed James's compartment. It was just him and three other kids. I knocked and smiled at him. When I opened the door James began shooting off names and pointing to the people they belonged to.
Greg Hailt was a short, thin boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Jilan Crustin was a tall, slightly plump girl with light, sandy hair, blue eyes and a kind face. Chris Gillir was a tall, muscled boy with black, skater boy hair and gray eyes.
"Well don't just stand there." James grinned at me. I tried to lift my trunk but after carrying it down the long hall I was tired. Chris, seeing I couldn't lift it, stood up and placed it on the rack for me, smiling at me kindly. I smiled back and this time, it was a real smile.
Half a hour later we were all laughing together. They had immediately made me feel welcome, especially Chris. I liked him. He was kind and apparently smart. A bit of a prankster but then, how could you not be if you hung out with James?
"Your uncle really did that?" Greg asked, laughing loudly. "Yes. Isn't that great. Even Professor Flitwick said the swamp was a piece of great magic." The compartment filled with laughter once more. "So Lily, what happened to Cassin?" James asked. I saw Chris stiffen and I frowned. I had almost forgot about Cassin. "Two words. Gwen Stefil." James oohed and I laughed.
"She decided that Cassin was her new boyfriend." I began to say before James interrupted. "And he couldn't make it out! Grip of iron that girl has." James faked being clutched by Gwen's supposed 'grip of iron'.
"How would you know?" I asked him. "Ya! how?" Everybody chorused. "I was her boyfriend for a while." James said, making a face. It was dead silent until Jilan said "What happened?" James grinned and said "She didn't like my idea of a cute joke. I replaced her make up with permanent clown makeup. Stays on for a week. She was not happy." He smiled at the memory and we all quaffed.
"So you mean that week last year where she wore scarves covering her face she was hiding a bad makeup job? I thought she was trying to set a new fashion trend." Chris said and we began laughing again, this time it was doubled.
"So, give us the details. What happened exactly?" Jilan asked, her eyes wide with good humor. "Well, the food cart came by and Cassin told me to hurry up so we could get back to playing cards, Gwen heard him, looked over my shoulder, saw him and he was hers. She and her posse invaded our compartment and made it so hot that I passed when I went to get some fresh air she kicked me out. Left my stuff outside the door."
James sat up straight, all good humour gone from his eyes. "She made you pass out than kicked you out of your own compartment?" He was furious, I heard it in his voice. "She didn't make me pass out. She just made the room so hot that I passed out." I said, trying to calm him down.
"So, what are we going to pull on her?" Greg asked, smiling a crocodile smile. "This is gonna take some planning. No one messes with a Potter." James answered with a devilish grin. I stood up and put my hands on my hips. "James Potter. No. It's fine. You guys are much better company anyway. Promise me you won't do anything." I gave him one of mum's glares and he gave in. "Fine." He muttered sulkily.
"Good." I sat back down and looked at my watch. "We had better get our robes on." I began to stand up and get my trunk but before I could Chris was already on his feet, getting it down for me. So, I thought to myself, Not only is he handsome and kind, he is also a Gentleman. I flashed him a wide smile and he blushed. "Thanks." I smiled at him again as I went to get my robes out. "No problem." He muttered back, looking at his shoes.
Just as all of us finished putting on our robes the train stopped and the whistle blew. We had arrived at Hogwarts!