Firefly Secrets
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, nor do I plan to in the future. Mrs. J.K. Rowling so humbly owns her own creations, and to that I give well-deserved ado.
Chapter One: Remarkable Stories-Have Remarkable Beginnings-
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I remember the days when James Potter and the Marauders made my life easier, rather than the way they impact my existence now. When, as a child, James and I would sit in the library, or the astronomy tower, or by the lake as children often do. We would do many things together. We would study, laugh, joke, play, and come to know one another, as deeply as any person would care to know another.
I was never alone, and I prefer it that way even now. But then again, I prefer being in the company of the eleven year old James Potter that I, Lily Evans, fell in love with. It's not so impossible to fall in love at eleven years old. In fact, I think that this makes it the purest love ever known. But, that James has been hidden in the shadow of a beast; a horrendous beast that vies for attention and receives comfort only by making others uncomfortable.
But, I do not want to start the story on a difficult note. Let us return to six years ago, onto my first adventure into the wizarding world. Onward! To my first adventure of Hogwarts…
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A small girl with red hair, green eyes, and cutely placed freckles tentatively opened her eyes after passing through a brick wall (Which was amazing by the way!) Pushing her trunk through the crowd, she found her way onto the Hogwarts Express. Having already endured the hugs and kisses and tears from her own mother, she was not surprised to see the same coming from other mothers and fathers. She took a deep, calming breath as she boarded the scarlet train and found an empty compartment.
(Not bad, Lily, not bad…I don't think anyone here knows magic yet, except for the upperclassmen, of course. Managed to stay out of trouble, avoid interaction…no enemies, not too bad at all…)
)Yes…no enemies, but also no friends…(
Lily snapped, no, was unceremoniously forced out of her reverie by an enormous amount of black hair diving into the compartment followed by another blur of black, but neater, hair. Lily was surprised, but then her red head temper swelled when she noticed that the boys not only barged into the compartment, but were making a ruckus with another boy outside the door.
"No, Sirius, I don't think that Snape has even TRIED to wash his hair this month…" laughed one boy in the compartment with the messiest black hair that Lily ever saw and dashing hazel eyes behind steel-rimmed glasses. He was still trying to get up off of the floor and straighten his glasses and robes when the other boy interjected.
"Aw, but James, there are white flecks in his hair, that MUST be dried out shampoo…" the boy called Sirius gave Snape's (Alright, it is horribly greasy) scalp a closer inspection. "No, you must be right. That's just dandruff!"
And before Snape could say a word, Sirius closed the compartment door and breathed on the glass to make it fog. He quickly (and backwardsly) scribbled a note that read 'Please do not press your greasy nose…' he paused to generate more fog on the glass 'on the window so as not to leave marks.' Sirius then turned to James who had already taken the seats across from Lily.
"Why, hello! Sorry for such the rude interruption. We thought this was an empty compartment, sorry about that," James muttered and shook Lily's hand, "I'm James Potter, how do you do? And this rude lump," James hit Sirius in the chest, "is my best mate, Sirius Black."
"Pleasure…" Sirius took Lily's hand and made a grand sweeping gesture of kissing it, making Lily giggle.
"Quite the charmer, aren't you?" Lily's eyes were dancing as she looked at these two. They looked so similar, yet so different. Colors were alike, but Sirius's brown eyes had more of a mischievous sparkle in them. She was delighted to meet her first two wizards. "Who was that, the person you were picking on?"
"Just some person we've met," James remarked.
"You know, at our parents' Christmas jamborees, etcetera," Sirius finished.
"Well, since you're already making yourself at home," Lily was commenting on James's dragging his trunk and owl into the compartment that was still outside, "then, I suppose I should at least invite you two to stay with me."
"Oh, you are too kind," Sirius chuckled between bites of his chocolate frog. Lily smiled at the two. They were probably the two funniest creatures she had ever met, and the train ride consisted of James and Sirius telling Lily stories of how they had known each other for as long as they could remember. Lily heard some of the most embarrassing stories about the boys on that train ride. But, that's what boys use to make friends, the most embarrassing and most heroic tales of the past they can remember.
The three of them became inseparable, and Lily felt reassured because these two were friends with Lily, just for being Lily. They didn't care that she was Muggle born, and that's what she admired the most about them. They were carefree, fun loving, unprejudiced, and Lily's best friends.
Everyone knows how it goes from here. They are sorted into Gryffindor where they meet Remus and Peter and call themselves the Marauders. Pulling pranks on the Slytherins were not their only pastime, but also breaking the record for the most detentions received. All of the Marauders, well, except Peter, did well in their classes. Lily was by far the Charms and Potions master. James excelled most honorably in Transfiguration. Remus and Sirius had no real specialties, but were gifted to where they could do nearly everything well. And Peter, well, he was mostly good at Herbology…and only Herbology.
These friends helped each other as much as they could, and Lily was so refreshed to know that she had friends, real friends…
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But now, I come from my reverie for it is not healthy to live in such sunny times. For, when I return to the real world, James Potter and the Marauders are naught but strangers to me now. And, the answer as to why will come in time. But, one only learns from the past, one does not dwell in the past. I sound somber now, but I'm really not. And, James really isn't so bad. He just pulls the usual pranks on me, once or twice a day. Along with professing his undying love to me two or three times a day. Even though my life is still as saturated with James Potter, when I was eleven, I enjoyed his company. Now, it's just an annoying mosquito in my ear.
"Lily-kins…" a deep, matured voice whispered into her left ear. Lily annoyingly looked up at the ceileing and rolled her eyes. She was sitting in the Head common room, looking into the fire, remembering all the great times she's had with none other than the pompous boy leaning into her ear behind her.
"You know, one little minute of peace would be impossible with you around!" Lily screamed as she jumped from her chair and ran up the east flight of stairs to her dormitory. What's worse, she, as Head Girl, has to share a Common Room with the Head Boy. Yup, James Potter.
James looked uncharacteristically crestfallen as he watched her leave. He really hoped that things would be different now. Oh, time to call in Sirius! James beamed as he threw the forgotten lilies into the fire and ran through the door to Gryffindor Tower.
