Okay, so this is my first fanfiction ever so I hope you enjoy it. Please Review. If you spot any mistakes please tell me. And I'll try and post the next chapter soon!
LoiLouyVenganza
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
(Lily)
"Would you like some tea? Coffee?" my mum offered to our visitor.
"No thank you," she replied politely. "Now Miss. Evans you may open the letter."
Our visitor was a tall woman dressed in dark red velvet robes with a floor-length dress that had tartan trimmings complete with a pointed hat that matched, which she had put to the side and a cloak. The kindness in her eyes wasn't reflected in her face, her stern expression dared anyone to defy her but my terror for her couldn't kill my excitement. Not today.
Today was the day. I had been waiting for this letter for days, no scratch that, months. It had finally arrived, my hands trembled as I began to open the letter while my parents, sister (who looked like she'd just been punched in the stomach) and my possible new teacher Professor McGonagall watched. She had only come in a few minutes ago, but there she was sitting in my living room, a real live witch.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Lily Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your Owl no later than July 31st.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
My parents faces filled with happiness and pride as the rushed over to hug me. I met their hug with an equal amount of joy. Petunia on the other hand silently left the room with an unsightly scowl scarred onto her already sour face. Our visitor jumped in her seat at the parents reaction but remained seated. Mum turned to face me tears filling her eyes.
"Okay, give me the list and we need to get your uniform and equipment? Anyway I'm so happy for you Darling, congratulations!" she said ecstatically.
I hugged her again before dad picked me up and swung me around the room. "I knew you would get in sweetheart, of course you would," he whispered after kissing me on my forehead and setting me back down. "Besides they would have been idiots not to."
My parents soon redirected their attention to the Professor, listening intently to the old witch. She was explaining everything to my parents, things I already knew because of Sev. She began talking about the school and the magical world in general and how she would take me to Platform 9 ¾ and to Diagon Alley for the first time.
"Hogwarts is one of the safest places in the Wizarding World beside our Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world," McGonagall proudly announced as she made sure that her bun was still tidy.
I grabbed the piece of paper; no it's called parchment if I remembered what Sev told me, looking at it once more. Reality set in, I'm a witch … I'm a witch. Of course I had to go visit Severus he'd probably got in too, at least I hope he did because if it wasn't for him. I jumped to my feet and headed to the door.
"Darling, where are you going?" mum asked.
"I'm going to see Severus, I promise I won't be long," I begged. "Please, I'll be ten minutes, I promise."
My parents looked at each other for a split second and agreed. "Go on then, but be quick."
I sprinted out of the room only to find Petunia, standing miserably at the door with a sour look on her face. She had been like that ever since we found out that I was a witch and after she realised she wasn't a witch. "Off to see that Awful Boy, aren't you?" she interrogated.
"That Awful Boy has a name, Tuney," I spat back, "It would be nice if you could remember it."
"I don't care, he's always dirty I don't know how can stand to hang out with him it's disgusting plus he's a freak just like you," she retorted before storming up the stairs.
I rolled my eyes and ran out of the door and raced my way to Spinner's End and down towards the river. Spinner End wasn't the nicest of place I had to admit, but unlike Petunia I couldn't care less. Spinner's End it had a small dirty river, more like a stream passing through it, rubbish strewn all over the streets but I didn't mind as long as Sev was here it wasn't that bad.
He had his back facing me with one hand in his hair, he wore a beaten and ripped denim jacket along with a tarnished off-cream t-shirt that hung off him his long midnight-black hair was slicked back away from his face to reveal his dark eyes were hollow and tired his pale face gave him the appearance that he was ill but then he always looked like that. I made my way down and sat next to him, and when he did he barely looked at me.
"Are you okay? Sev?" I asked.
The question probably wasn't needed because I could hear the shouting and cursing coming from Sev's house. Sev's parents were always arguing, moments of peace were rare. He didn't like to talk about it but his dad wasn't the most fatherly figure for him, he could leave for days without notice and then arrive only to start arguing with his mum. I knew it even though he didn't say it that he didn't like Muggles, who could blame him.
"Yeah, they're fighting again, big surprise there," he sighed, "Did you get your Hogwarts Letter?"
"Yes, I'm so happy, mum and dad could almost explode. What about you?"
"Yeah," he muttered as he opened his fist, in which lay a crumpled piece of parchment. "I can't wait to leave this … place, to leave him. He almost had a fit when the owl flew into the kitchen, mum just sat there and they haven't stopped arguing since. How did the leech take it? Not good I imagine," he smirked.
"You mean Tuney, no she didn't even you should have seen the way she looked a Professor McGonagall. But you know how she is," I defended.
"She's a Muggle. The Leech will never understand what it's like to be like us," Sev growled. "No offense, actually I take that back."
"Honestly can't you call her Petunia or Evans at least," I pleaded.
"Is she still calling you a freak?" he answered back, cocking his eyebrows up
"Yes," I admitted sadly.
"Then no, she's still the Leech." I smiled at him half-heartedly and nudged breaking his stony mask to unveil a small hoarse laugh.
"Mum said we're going to get some supplies today. When are you going to get your supplies?"
"McGonagall is at my house now … so soon I think," I hesitated. "I'm not sure-"
Birds laboured up into the air as a harsh voice resonated across Spinner's End interrupting our conversation. We both knew who it was Tobias Snape, Sev's dad. I had never been properly introduced to Sev's mum or dad, Sev said it was better that way. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sev flinch at the sound of his father's voice we both knew it couldn't be good if his dad was shouting like that.
"What does that man want now?" Sev growled to himself, his black eyes hardened at his father's voice. "Old coot … stupid … worthless … filthy … annoying … bloodtraitor …" he muttered to himself cursing his father, among other things.
"SEVERUS!" his dad called again even louder.
"So I'll see you later then," Sev asked, I nodded hastily before his dad shouted again.
"SEVERUS SNAPE!" his dad barked repeatedly. "Where is that boy! SEVERUS SNAPE!"
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I asked him again.
"Of course I'll be fine, it's not like anything worse could happen," he shrugged casually, waiting for a few moments.
"SEVERUS!" his mother called. "It's time to go!"
"I'm coming!" Sev shouted in return, he stood up and shook the dirt off himself he looked okay nevertheless a feeling of worry set over me. "Lily, don't worry 'bout me I already told you I'll be fine," he reassured, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly into a smile.
"But it's my job to worry about you," I said, but he just looked at me confused, I grinned back at him, "Because Severus, I'm your best friend."
(James)
For two hours now, I had been trying to somehow stuff my broom into my suitcase. Unsurprisingly it wasn't working but if mum found out, I would be in big trouble, I knew first-years weren't allowed to bring broomsticks to Hogwarts, I thought that rule sucked, but no-one had to know right? Stared down at my suitcase and sighed, this was definitely not going as I had planned, both ends of my broom were sticking out of the suitcase. I open it again and tried once more but the more I tried the harder it got. The painting behind me of Benjamin Potter laughed.
"What!" I shouted at him.
"You're never going to fit it in that bag," he smirked.
"Sure I will, just you watch," I insisted.
"Sure you will but you know what's funnier than watching you hopelessly try and fit that broom in your luggage," the painting sneered.
"No, what?"
"Your mum's reaction when she realises you've brought that broom into the house, so I'm going to tell her," he whispered.
"No, no, no don't you dare tell –" I started but it was too late Benjamin had already disappeared from his painting. "Curse you Benjamin, I swear I get you back, one of these days."
"James Potter! You better not be trying to pack that blasted broomstick into your suitcase again," mum shouted, he could hear his mother come up the stairs. "Honestly …"
The sound of sniggering returned. "You should have seen her face! Better hide that broom before your mother sees it," he panted.
I yanked my broom form the suitcase, technically I shouldn't even have the broom in the house, according to mum that's what a broom cupboard was for, but my broom is too precious to be put in a broom cupboard. "Sorry, I promise I'll never do this to you again," I whispered to the broom before chucking it under my bed.
My mother came up and scrutinised the room, and smiled when she found that there wasn't a broom in sight. "That's my boy, now hurry downstairs your father wants to speak to you I'll finish that for you," she said cheerfully, Benjamin burst into a fit of laughter, luckily mother just scowled at him.
"Of course mum, I'll go down straight away," I beamed at her; I prayed in my head that she wouldn't look underneath my bed.
"Please, please, please don't look under the bed, just don't look," I whispered to myself.
I made my way down the staircase and into dad's office, dad as usual was writing a letter like a maniac while Leo dad's Eagle Owl impatiently hopped from side-to-side on his stool. Leo was unfairly unkind, the minute I walked into the room he began to shriek, and flap his wings.
"Leo, hush," my father cooed and the Owl went silent. "Now I want you to send this straight back to the Ministry as soon as possible."
Leo gave me one sharp look before taking the letter in dads hand and a flying through the window. Bloody temperamental bird! I thought as I rolled my eyes and dropped into one of the comfortable leather armchairs in front of my dad's desk. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair.
"James, you're going Hogwarts do you know what that means?" he questioned.
"No," I said hesitantly.
"It means that you have, and I mean have to get into Gryffindor," he shouted. "You can't be place d into any of the other houses not Hufflepuff, not Ravenclaw, especially not Slytherin. You come from a long line of Gryffindor's and it should stay that way, got it?"
"Got it," I repeated. "Don't worry Dad, besides I know that Gryffindor is the best, home of the brave, courageous and loyal!"
"That's my boy! So we'll go and buy your uniform and equipment later," he drawled, "But there are a few things I want give to you and tell you."
"Sure, what is it?" I said happily.
"First thing is, you are going to see a lot of purebloods the Malfoys, Lestranges and the Blacks, they are a nasty lot, not one of them hasn't been put in Slytherin so keep an eye out."
"Dad haven't we met some of the Blacks?"
"Oh yes, that dinner party with Orion and Walburga Black, awkward dinner I must add," he trailed off. "While Leo's gone I can now give you your very first Owl."
Dad lifted up a cage onto his table, in the cage there was a Tiger Owl, it peck viciously at its cage, then stopped once it caught a glimpse, I flinched for a moment when I thought that it was going to go all Leo on me … but it didn't it sat still on its perch, staring at me with its yellow eyes.
"Your mother and I wanted to give you a way to contact us while at school, although Hogwarts does have its own owls which you can use, I thought it was time that you got your own beside I know you and Leo don't see eye to eye. What are you going to name him?"
"Cyprian, you know, after Cyprian Youdle, the only referee to be killed in a quidditch match."
"Oh yes and in case you ever get lost in Hogwarts, which is very easy when you're a first-year so I've made a rough map of Hogwarts for you."
I could see what he meant by rough, it had scribbles and strikes from where he had made mistakes. Awkward lines represented walls and some parts of the map were incomplete. But it was good to know in advance where things where especially if you needed a quick getaway, but I noticed something. "Dad you've only marked out the Gryffindor common room, what about the other Houses?"
"Alas, I never did find out where they were maybe you will, and you'll pardon the gaps, my memory isn't what is used to be and it has been a while since I was at Hogwarts you never know if things have changed or not."
"Don't worry I think this will do." A smile crept up my face, this year was going to be fun, now all I had to do was find a partner or partners in crime.
"Feel free to add anything I've missed, I wouldn't be surprised if I have. Now don't go tell your mother but there's something I want you to have," he whispered, he then passed me a package it was wrapped in black paper, I looked to dad who was smiling happily. "Go on, open it."
I wrapped the parcel to reveal a cloak. I gave my dad a 'this is it' look but he egged me to put on facing the mirror so I put it on. "I don't get it, what so special about-" I started. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't see my reflection the only thing I could see was my dad sniggering behind me, I pulled the cloak down to my shoulders.
"It's an invisibility cloak, an old family heirloom you can say and it's about time you should have it," he announced proudly. "But remember use it wisely and before I forget do give my greetings to Professor Slughorn for me, that is, if he's still there."
"Yeah I sure will dad," I grinned but my grin was short lived.
"JAMES POTTER! I thought I said that that bloody broom was not to be brought into the house! How many times must I say this to you!" I heard my mother screech from upstairs followed by a hysterical amount of laughing.
"Dammit, she had to look under the bed … I suppose now would be a good time to hide, right?" I cringed as my dad burst out laughing.