*I don't own HP*
A/N: This is a rewrite of Legacy. However, re-reading Half-Blood Prince, I found out that Emmeline actually did die, so she cannot be my main character! I hope this is still cannon, I think it is. Told from the perspective of a cannon character, but she is pretty OC in personality. Also, I've tried to be as cannon as possible, but there are some places, and there will be some whole chapters, with OC's.
You know about Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, and so many others of their time, who fought, some like heroes, some not, until they died. You may even know a little about me. But I doubt it. My name is Mary MacDonald. I am the last one. The final one standing. The only one left. I am the only living student from the Hogwarts class of 1978.
My classmates, almost the entire wizarding world knows of them. But I am the last one who really knew them, as people, not just as soldiers. So it falls upon my shoulders to tell the stories of all thirty two of my classmates, for I am the only one who can tell their legacies now.
In 1972, Hagrid led yet another boatload of first years up to the castle to be sorted. By now, this was routine for him, and everyone else at Hogwarts. But, unbeknownst to everyone in the castle, we would be the generation that stood out. But nobody could have seen it coming. Lest of all myself or my peers.
I remember being on those boats. Hogwarts loomed over the black lake, and as we approached, trepidation rose within all of us. Hogwarts seemed like the biggest step we would ever take.
Professor McGonagall led us into the hall. Everyone stared at us. I think we were all nervous. I know I was. A tall, dark-haired girl sidled up to me.
"Are you afraid?"
"No," I replied, without hesitation, "Just apprehensive."
This girl nodded. Little did I know that this was Marlene McKinnon; fated to be my best friend. And fated for a terrible end.
Just then, I remember, the sorting started. One by one, students were called up. I can't recall each one, but a few stuck in my brain.
When "Black, Sirius!" was sorted into Gryffindor, the commotion was louder than I ever thought it could be. The Gryffindors were cheering, but the Slytherins were screaming, booing, rioting. I didn't understand back then, the gravity of what house you were in. I do know.
"Dearborn, Caradoc!" Took the longest time to sort. It took eight minutes for the hat to finally declare him a Hufflepuff.
"Evans, Lily!" took the shortest amount of time to sort. Practically a second after the hat touched her head, she became a Gryffindor.
After that, I remember zoning out, until "MacDonald, Mary!" was called. Two minutes in, I became a Gryffindor.
After we were all sorted, the feast began. That day, I think, sealed our fates. Had one person been sorted differently, Sirius into Slytherin, or Lily into Ravenclaw, for example, things might have been completely different. The rundown was:
Gryffindor
James Potter
Sirius Black
Peter Pettigrew
Remus Lupin
Lily Evens
Mary MacDonald
Marlene McKinnon
Alice Creir
Alyssa Prewett
Slytherin
Severus Snape
Avery Thoms
Mulciber Harvend
Antonin Dolohov
Leonna Schmitt
Maxine Greengrass
Natalie Parkinson
Tiffany Warton
Hufflepuff
Benjy Fenwick
Edgar Bones
Caradoc Dearborn
Dedalus Diggle
Amelia Bones
Madalina Boot
Gracie Abbot
Nadia Patil
Ravenclaw
Edward Doge
Jordan Boot
Maxwell Brown
Charles Gutherson
Penelope Braithswaite
Emmeline Vance
Dorcas Meadows
Tina Quirke
And there we were. The 33 of us, all bumbling little first years, had no idea that only I would live to have grandchildren. And while many of my peers never even had a family, they all had a story. I can remember vividly how each one died, and I feel it is my duty to share all of their legacies with you.
A/N: Hey, I'm sorry about the confusion, but I can't stand non-cannon stories, and I found out that Emmeline Vance actually did die during Half Blood Prince. Next chapter will start the stories. Please review! It means a ton to me!