Hey folks, this is Chapter 1! R&R!
Lily~
The first thing I smelt on the train was a minty caramel… combined with Wizard Deodorant and Witch Perfume.
A tall, black haired boy in a blue t-shirt and black Muggle jeans seemed particularly cheerful. He slid his compartment door open "Chocolate frog?" he offered over the arguing taking place between his friends.
I shyly accepted "Th- thanks!" I stammered.
"Who are you?" he asked me, though he could probably tell by the eyes.
"Lil-Lily Potter…" I returned. I stood quietly in the corridors until the black and scarlet Hogwarts Express blew its horn and took off.
"I'm called Mitchel, Mitchel Wood," the boy said, gesturing for me to enter his compartment. I accepted and found a seat in the corner away from the arguing boys that didn't even notice me.
"That one there," Mitchel pointed at a boy who looked just like him but with brown hair and a white shirt, "That one's my twin brother, Oliver Wood Junior, we call him Olive and my nickname's Pitch."
I was going to ask how two twins could be so tall when something suddenly dawned on me. "You're Mitchel Wood! Oh my gosh, your father plays Quidditch for England!" I squeaked excitedly, "Dad talks about him all the time."
Mitchel grinned at me. "I think it's an honor to have my father discussed in the Potter household." He was beaming at me. But the smile faded almost as quickly as it had appeared. "But I'm afraid my father has become a touchy subject…"
We sat in contented silence for a while, listening to the bickering boys who hadn't noticed us. Their topic, unsurprisingly, was girls.
A boy was saying, "…Amanda Gordon is so hot! Did you see her at the station?"
Another boy, already dressed in Hogwarts robes, was saying "… I saw the Potters at the station. Lily is so much hotter than Amanda Gordon…"
I cleared my throat, making the boys jump. The robed one slowly turned around. His face turned red. "Speak of the devil..."
His friends sniggered and Oliver Wood splashed his face with water from a cup.
His face regained natural color and he gave me a sly wink. I could tell the other boys were holding their breaths. "Spencer Sermen," he held out his hand for me to take, but I didn't. I looked him strait in the eyes. "Would you say what you just said In front of your grandmother?"
A few boys let out a collective "Oh, Professor Potter's got you now!" But others, like Oliver, gave me an impressed nod or glance.
Spencer spread his arms. I could tell he was up to something. "Well… yes." He answered my question.
All the boys laughed, the only ones who didn't were the Wood twins. "Such nerve." I said icily.
I looked around the compartment, announcing to no one in particular I was going to change.
"I'll accompany you," insisted Spencer
I just snorted "Like hell," and left the compartment, bumping into some stupid third-year outside the compartment "Shove it!" I barked.
Maybe if I was paying attention I would notice that it was Albus I bumped into.
Albus~
I raced back to my compartment.
I was alone except my best friend Miles McGonagall some girl named Amanda Gordon.
Miles and I were what people considered "Athletic Nerds" which basically meant we were good writers but were considered athletic as well.
I pulled my eagle-feather quill out of my trunk and began to draft a letter to my parents:
Mum and Dad,
Still nothing on James, but what I did find, worries me.
Lily seemed to have made herself at home among a group of third and first-years and in my opinion she was being harassed.
I witnessed Mitchel Wood offer her a Chocolate Frog and she agreed, this led to her being "lured" into his compartment which contained some perverted first-year (popular already, I might add) named Spencer Sermen.
Using a clever disguise Miles and I thought up I managed to witness this, but as Lily left the compartment she bumped into me and told me to "Shove it"
I hope you reply for the sake of Lily,
Love,
Albus
"Is this a good draft?" I questioned, thrusting it into Miles' hands as soon as I finished. He absentmindedly nodded, staring at Amanda, who buried her nose in a Muggle book earlier to avoid Miles' obvious and ineffective pick-up lines.
"Your hair's on fire." I told Miles dryly.
"Mhm," he mumbled.
"Look Miles, a fifth-year changing!"
This perked Miles right up "Where?" he asked
"No where 'yeh idiot! Read this!"
I heard Amanda laugh a little behind one of the pages of Huckleberry Finn and Miles immediately agreed my letter was fine, sinking back into his stupor and eventually falling asleep.
When he finally dozed off, Amanda looked up and gave me an apologetic smile. She took a piece of paper off her bookmark and wrote and IOU with my quill that she got of Miles' lap.
I heard a shout "First years! First years over here!"
