A/N I know I haven't updated for absolutely ages. . . but hey I have been
very busy. Mainly with my other fics. So if you like Pirates of the
Caribbean please check out my POTC fic 'The Sparrow Rebellion'. 'Dora
Sanchez' is also a POTC fanfic, that I have been working on. Anyway please
review and tell me what you think of chapter two!! Many thanks!!
Chapter two ~ The Night Before. . .
Lily's P.O.V
After the first big shock of getting the letter, my parents began to see all the advantages of having a witch in the family. Though they both agreed to hush it up, after all it would not do for muggles (none magic folk) to discover our world, or any of mum's voters! Petunia was jealous. About time too if you ask me! Jealously is a feeling which Petunia has never experienced!
So we bought my school stuff from London, I packed my truck and by eight on August 31st I was all packed up and ready to go. Dad was working late and mum was catching up on some paperwork, leaving Petunia and I alone.
"You think you're so special, Lily, don't you? well, I am sorry to burst that colourful little bubble of yours, but you're nothing but a freak!" Petunia said, as she absently flicked through the channels.
"Look who's talking." I replied as I began to read Hogwarts; A history.
She the the remote down, and grabbed the book off me. "What's this? Enchanted ceiling? Floating candlesticks?" She said, reading off any random page. "You know what this is don't you?" She demanded, as she snapped the book shut. "Devilry! The devil is at work here, and He has taken you as one of his minions!"
"You do over exaggerate!" I said, trying to get the book of her.
She held up out of my grasp. Petunia is much taller then me, she could have been quite pretty had her face not always been scowling.
"Do you know what we do to minions of Him?" She demanded.
"Petunia, just give me my book back."
"Fetch!" She said, with a laugh. She threw it straight into the flickering flames of our fireplace. The fireplace was rarely on, especially since it was summer, but today had been particularly cold, and mother had insisted. She didn't want to catch a cold.
"The worse thing one can have when making a speech is a blocked up nose." She had said.
I watched, miserably as the flames curled over the pages, and words burnt from their sentences. But as I got closer, the book seemed restored. Almost as though it was resisting the fire. I reached my hand into the flames, they did not scorch my skin as I had expected. They felt cold and playful, as I grabbed my book and pulled it from the flames.
Petunia screamed. "Devil!" She said, and ran from the room.
I grinned as I pulled open the first page and carried on reading.
Petunia told mum and dad of course, I hardly expected her to keep it secret. Mum was appalled, but father saw it as quite funny.
"Just shows the advantages of having our little witch." He said, putting his arm around me.
"Yes, but Lewis, she put her hand in the fire."
"And came out unscathed."
"I don't think you're quite getting my point. Only people with dark powers could do that. I do not think she could go to this school." But it was not my mother talking, it was Petunia. Petunia had planted this seeds of doubt in mum's mind, watered and fed them and left them to grow. Now mum was completely set on me not going. But dad was as equally sure that I should.
"She has talent, it would be a crime to waste it."
"Lewis, this school which teach her dark magic, she will come back as a."
"No it doesn't mum, it only teaches defence against dark magic. Hogwart's is all about fighting evil, not committing it." I said, hurriedly.
"But darling, I just don't want my good little Lily turning bad."
"Ha! If you think I'm turning bad, maybe you should look at your other daughter. How did the book get in the fire to start with?" I said, before throwing of my dad's arm and storming from the room. About an hour later mum came up to my bedroom, I was still fuming angrily at Petunia and planning how I could get back at her.
"I'm going." I said, as soon as she entered. "And if you try and stop I'll run away!" I threatened.
She shook her head. "There is no need, Lily. Your father and I have talked, we have agreed to let you at least try Hogwart's for a term or so, and see what happens."
"So I'm really going?" I asked, excitedly.
"Not unless you pack now, you won't have time tomorrow." She said, with a smile, before leaving the room.
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James P.O.V
I sat with my parents in the living room. My mother was stroking the new robes on her lap. My father was reading the paper, and occasionally making an angry comment.
"They've only put that, 'cause they're scared." Or, "ha, they expect us to believe that." In the end he folded it roughly in half and flung it down on the floor.
"Load o' old rubbish." He complained to his wife.
"Why do you read it then?" She asked, absently.
"Well, I have to know what's going on."
"I thought working at the ministry you would know everything that goes on."
Dad shook his head. "Nope, half the stuff I've never heard of before. I'm sure they just make it up to fill out the empty pages."
I shook his head, as I picked up the paper from the floor.
"I mean they need to sort their priorities out, first page taken up by the Quidditch world cup, I mean who cares about that?"
"Er.dad.people care more about the world cup then the attempt on the office boy's life." I laughed.
"Well, we didn't win did we? We didn't even get into the second round!"
"Maybe France deserved to win dear." Mum said.
"Deserved to win? Deserved to win? Ella you know just as well as I do, they cheated."
"Dad! They won fair and square!" I replied, as I flicked through the paper.
"So anyway dear, what time do you have to be at the trainstation tomorrow? Still eleven o'clock, is it?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"You'll be in Gryfindor, my boy." Dad told me.
"But it doesn't matter if you're not." Mum said, quickly, she didn't want dad putting pressure on me.
"Of course he will be, it's in his blood."
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Sirius' POV
The night before I went to Hogwart's was nothing special. Or so I thought. I was up in my room, where I spent every night, I had no desire to be in my mother's company any longer then necessary, and it was clear that she shared the same sentiments. So we just avoided each other.
Krecher had climber back into her good books, and she was at that moment in time, happily chattering away to the little house elf. I was stuck up in my room, when the door bell rang.
I jumped up to see who it was. As I peered out of the window, I just caught a glimpse of two hooded figures entering the hallway. I ran to the stairs and watched as my mother greeted them.
"Mrs Black." They said.
She smiled at them. "You're late."
"The Dark Lord kept us long. But let us not spar over something so trivial, we have plans to make." Who they were I had no idea, and what they wanted with my mother I was even more in the dark. But the thing that bothered me most was the two words 'dark lord'.
I returned to my room, and began absently to throw clothes into my suitcase. Oh well, I sighed, at least tomorrow I shall be far away from this place.
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Remus' POV
I spent my last day at home, worrying. How on earth could I go to Hogwarts when every month I would. . .turn into a hungry snarling beast, that would eat and destroy anything in my path. My parents were concerned, too. I could see it in their eyes.
They blamed themselves for my condition, though I often told them it was certainly not their fault. They were so pleased I was going to Hogwarts. I think my mother was the one who voiced my thoughts.
"It's nice that he is a normal lad again." I heard her tell my father.
I thought of backing out, staying at home, but my mother wouldn't let me.
"Dumbledore has offered you a chance Remus, you cannot stub his kindness. Besides you may never get another chance to be normal again."
But that is all I want, to be normal.
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Peter POV
Mum's downstairs with them. I want to go down and protect her, but she'll kill me, and they will too. I was hoping that was the end of it when dad died. But no it's come back to haunt us. She's sobbing, they're hurting her. I want to go down and help, but I can't, she'll kill me. I wish he was still alive, something I never thought I would find myself hoping for. But if he was, then mum wouldn't have been dragged in. How can I go to Hogwarts tomorrow, and leave my mother?
Chapter two ~ The Night Before. . .
Lily's P.O.V
After the first big shock of getting the letter, my parents began to see all the advantages of having a witch in the family. Though they both agreed to hush it up, after all it would not do for muggles (none magic folk) to discover our world, or any of mum's voters! Petunia was jealous. About time too if you ask me! Jealously is a feeling which Petunia has never experienced!
So we bought my school stuff from London, I packed my truck and by eight on August 31st I was all packed up and ready to go. Dad was working late and mum was catching up on some paperwork, leaving Petunia and I alone.
"You think you're so special, Lily, don't you? well, I am sorry to burst that colourful little bubble of yours, but you're nothing but a freak!" Petunia said, as she absently flicked through the channels.
"Look who's talking." I replied as I began to read Hogwarts; A history.
She the the remote down, and grabbed the book off me. "What's this? Enchanted ceiling? Floating candlesticks?" She said, reading off any random page. "You know what this is don't you?" She demanded, as she snapped the book shut. "Devilry! The devil is at work here, and He has taken you as one of his minions!"
"You do over exaggerate!" I said, trying to get the book of her.
She held up out of my grasp. Petunia is much taller then me, she could have been quite pretty had her face not always been scowling.
"Do you know what we do to minions of Him?" She demanded.
"Petunia, just give me my book back."
"Fetch!" She said, with a laugh. She threw it straight into the flickering flames of our fireplace. The fireplace was rarely on, especially since it was summer, but today had been particularly cold, and mother had insisted. She didn't want to catch a cold.
"The worse thing one can have when making a speech is a blocked up nose." She had said.
I watched, miserably as the flames curled over the pages, and words burnt from their sentences. But as I got closer, the book seemed restored. Almost as though it was resisting the fire. I reached my hand into the flames, they did not scorch my skin as I had expected. They felt cold and playful, as I grabbed my book and pulled it from the flames.
Petunia screamed. "Devil!" She said, and ran from the room.
I grinned as I pulled open the first page and carried on reading.
Petunia told mum and dad of course, I hardly expected her to keep it secret. Mum was appalled, but father saw it as quite funny.
"Just shows the advantages of having our little witch." He said, putting his arm around me.
"Yes, but Lewis, she put her hand in the fire."
"And came out unscathed."
"I don't think you're quite getting my point. Only people with dark powers could do that. I do not think she could go to this school." But it was not my mother talking, it was Petunia. Petunia had planted this seeds of doubt in mum's mind, watered and fed them and left them to grow. Now mum was completely set on me not going. But dad was as equally sure that I should.
"She has talent, it would be a crime to waste it."
"Lewis, this school which teach her dark magic, she will come back as a."
"No it doesn't mum, it only teaches defence against dark magic. Hogwart's is all about fighting evil, not committing it." I said, hurriedly.
"But darling, I just don't want my good little Lily turning bad."
"Ha! If you think I'm turning bad, maybe you should look at your other daughter. How did the book get in the fire to start with?" I said, before throwing of my dad's arm and storming from the room. About an hour later mum came up to my bedroom, I was still fuming angrily at Petunia and planning how I could get back at her.
"I'm going." I said, as soon as she entered. "And if you try and stop I'll run away!" I threatened.
She shook her head. "There is no need, Lily. Your father and I have talked, we have agreed to let you at least try Hogwart's for a term or so, and see what happens."
"So I'm really going?" I asked, excitedly.
"Not unless you pack now, you won't have time tomorrow." She said, with a smile, before leaving the room.
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James P.O.V
I sat with my parents in the living room. My mother was stroking the new robes on her lap. My father was reading the paper, and occasionally making an angry comment.
"They've only put that, 'cause they're scared." Or, "ha, they expect us to believe that." In the end he folded it roughly in half and flung it down on the floor.
"Load o' old rubbish." He complained to his wife.
"Why do you read it then?" She asked, absently.
"Well, I have to know what's going on."
"I thought working at the ministry you would know everything that goes on."
Dad shook his head. "Nope, half the stuff I've never heard of before. I'm sure they just make it up to fill out the empty pages."
I shook his head, as I picked up the paper from the floor.
"I mean they need to sort their priorities out, first page taken up by the Quidditch world cup, I mean who cares about that?"
"Er.dad.people care more about the world cup then the attempt on the office boy's life." I laughed.
"Well, we didn't win did we? We didn't even get into the second round!"
"Maybe France deserved to win dear." Mum said.
"Deserved to win? Deserved to win? Ella you know just as well as I do, they cheated."
"Dad! They won fair and square!" I replied, as I flicked through the paper.
"So anyway dear, what time do you have to be at the trainstation tomorrow? Still eleven o'clock, is it?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"You'll be in Gryfindor, my boy." Dad told me.
"But it doesn't matter if you're not." Mum said, quickly, she didn't want dad putting pressure on me.
"Of course he will be, it's in his blood."
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Sirius' POV
The night before I went to Hogwart's was nothing special. Or so I thought. I was up in my room, where I spent every night, I had no desire to be in my mother's company any longer then necessary, and it was clear that she shared the same sentiments. So we just avoided each other.
Krecher had climber back into her good books, and she was at that moment in time, happily chattering away to the little house elf. I was stuck up in my room, when the door bell rang.
I jumped up to see who it was. As I peered out of the window, I just caught a glimpse of two hooded figures entering the hallway. I ran to the stairs and watched as my mother greeted them.
"Mrs Black." They said.
She smiled at them. "You're late."
"The Dark Lord kept us long. But let us not spar over something so trivial, we have plans to make." Who they were I had no idea, and what they wanted with my mother I was even more in the dark. But the thing that bothered me most was the two words 'dark lord'.
I returned to my room, and began absently to throw clothes into my suitcase. Oh well, I sighed, at least tomorrow I shall be far away from this place.
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Remus' POV
I spent my last day at home, worrying. How on earth could I go to Hogwarts when every month I would. . .turn into a hungry snarling beast, that would eat and destroy anything in my path. My parents were concerned, too. I could see it in their eyes.
They blamed themselves for my condition, though I often told them it was certainly not their fault. They were so pleased I was going to Hogwarts. I think my mother was the one who voiced my thoughts.
"It's nice that he is a normal lad again." I heard her tell my father.
I thought of backing out, staying at home, but my mother wouldn't let me.
"Dumbledore has offered you a chance Remus, you cannot stub his kindness. Besides you may never get another chance to be normal again."
But that is all I want, to be normal.
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Peter POV
Mum's downstairs with them. I want to go down and protect her, but she'll kill me, and they will too. I was hoping that was the end of it when dad died. But no it's come back to haunt us. She's sobbing, they're hurting her. I want to go down and help, but I can't, she'll kill me. I wish he was still alive, something I never thought I would find myself hoping for. But if he was, then mum wouldn't have been dragged in. How can I go to Hogwarts tomorrow, and leave my mother?