Lilith Lovegood boarded the Hogwarts Express with her little sister, Luna, for the first time. Lilith, a year older than Luna, was going to be a third year at her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, whereas her first two years were spent at Beaux-Batons. She left for the palace in France about a year after her mother had died, and now that her father wanted her closer to home, she had no choice in the matter to transfer to Hogwarts.
Lily, as she likes to be called, silently walked behind her sister as they walked toward a compartment together. She noticed that they were surrounded by compartments filled with Ravenclaws, so she assumed that they were assigned certain compartments to sit in.
"Are you excited to be sorted?" Luna said to her sister in a dream like trance.
"I suppose." Lily replied sighed taking a seat by the window.
"Oh, hopefully you will be in Ravenclaw, then we can always be together."
"Mmhmm." Was all she replied as she laid her head against the window, trying to ignore that fact that she wouldn't be with any of her friends from Beaux-Batons anymore.
Lily was always a little bit different than the rest of the lot. She was a metamorphmagus, and her eyes and hair always changed with her mood. She didn't have the best control over it and it was something she didn't like showing off. She was a rather reclusive person anyway, since her mother died; she was very shy unless you were her friend.
On one of her more normal feeling days her hair was a medium length blonde color and her eyes were piercing blue. She had link full lips and rather pale skin, but unlike Luna she also had freckles. Sheusually dressed for any casual occasion but it always seemed to have a very feminine classy touch, probably thanks to the all girls' school. She liked the home she had made at the palace; it was always so clean and the food was delicate and light.
She awoke to the chill she suddenly felt on her forehead. It was odd and definitely not normal compared with Luna's reaction to the situation. The lights flickered on and off and she stood up to check the hall of the train. All the lights were off and then the train stopped.
Emily was so thrilled with the idea that she got to go to Hogwarts. If it weren't for her family being all boys she wouldn't have gone to an all girl's school but now that she was being offered to get away from all the estrogen, she gladly accepted. She stepped onto the train leaving her brothers behind. They were just as thrilled to be leaving Durmstrang as she was to leave Beaux-Batons.
Emily had found a compartment with someone sleeping in it, and decided it best not to wake, whoever it was, up. She sat across from the hunched figure and decided to take out her drawing parchment. Rowan popped his head into the compartment.
"Hey, I found us some seats."
"Umm, well actually, I just settled down here but you two can go ahead. We can sit together at the school." Em replied with a smile.
"Alright." He stated, scrunching his face up.
It was obvious that she wasn't going to budge so he left her be. They were early on the train, so there weren't too many people on yet. Emily looked from the sleeping figure to her parchment and decided that was what she would draw. What seemed more like a few minutes, not a half an hour, she looked up to a familiar looking boy pop his head into the compartment.
"Umm, hullo. Do you mind if my friends and I sit with you, everywhere else is a bit full." He said from the door, plead clearly in his eyes.
"Of course! I'm not sure who this is, but he hasn't woken up to tell me anything yet." Em smiled really wide.
This boy seemed really familiar but she couldn't place him. He must have been about her age, but he was taller than her small figure and much paler with bright ginger hair. He smiled back and his blue eyes glinted.
He looked back into the hall, to his friends most likely, and called out "Hey Harry, I think we can fit in this one."
A few seconds later a boy with dark hair and green eyes with spectacles walked sheepishly in. By this time the boy I recognized as a Weasley sat himself next to me and was curiously looking at my drawing and the sleeping man.
"Hello, my name is..."
"Harry Potter. I know who you are. I also know who you are" she turned looking to the ginger, "But I don't, regretfully, know you or you." She said as two more figures appeared by the sliding door.
Harry seemed taken aback but smiled nonetheless.
"My name is Hermione Granger, this is Neville Longbottom." The girl said, rather matter-of -factly. Emily knew she would like this girl very much; she seemed to have a rather stable head positioned on her shoulders.
"Wait a minute, I think I know you..." The ginger trailed off into his thoughts.
"Well you should Ron Weasley; we nearly spent every summer together since we were seven!" Em retorted curtly while the others started putting their handbags away and situated themselves.
"Emily!" Ron exclaimed, suddenly remembering the old summer memories.
Somehow now Emily was now in between the sleeping figure, which Hermione identified as Professor R. J. Lupin, and Hermione while the other three boys, Harry, Ron and Neville, sat across from them. They all sat in an awkward silence until Ron spoke up.
"So, Emily here lives all the way in Russia, she went to Beaux-Batons! But I assume you're coming to Hogwarts now…" Ron looked in question.
"Well not anymore Ronald. Addie moved the boys and me here to England. We're living with a potions master that works at Hogwarts." Em replied, starting on another drawing.
"SNAPE?" Everyone, minus Lupin, all questioned rather loudly at once.
"Yeah, Severus Snape." She murmured not looking up from her drawing, almost not wanting to look at everyone.
"But, but why? He hates kids!" Ron looked astonished
"It isn't permanent, it's only for next summer until we can find something more… Stable."
"So you haven't been sorted into houses yet?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"Nope. My father was a Ravenclaw, and his wife went to Beaux-Batons."
"What do you mean his wife; don't you mean your mum?" Neville eyed her curiously.
"Dear Merlin, I'd hope not! Adeline is not my mother nor will she ever be!" She fumed.
"Hold on, you mentioned brothers?" Harry questioned, wondering why she wasn't sitting with them.
"Well, I am a triplet, but then I have …" She counted on her fingers. "Eleven brothers that live in Russia. Those are Addie's boys. Anyway I don't look anything like my triplet." She said, "For one, I am in much better control of my power" Changing her hair from light brown to lime green and her one green eye blue, to match the other.
"You're a metamorphmagus!" Neville exclaimed, realizing this was the first time he was speaking.
Emily laughed and went back to her natural form. She was tall for thirteen but she was still much shorter than both of her brothers. Her light brown hair shimmered in the dull light of the compartment and her different eye colors just now seemed to shock everyone. Even Ron had never noticed that one was blue and the other was green.
"Yeah, I am. So are Rowan and Ryker, erm, my brothers. But they haven't learned how to master it completely. And Between you and me, I think they would have an easier time learning than I did."
"That really brilli… Is it colder in here?" Harry said recognizing the sudden drop in temperature.
The lights flickered off and the train had stopped. They all stood up, Emily practically knocking Neville back over.
"I'm so sorry." She said, offering her hand to him. Slowly he reached for it and got up. Suddenly then an eerie looking, bony hand caught the corner of Emily's eye in the window of the compartment door. The door slid open almost off its rollers as a deathly looking, hooded creature barged in and the next thing she knew everyone was on their back.
"Expecto Patronum!" Shouted Professor Lupin who was now finally awake.
"This isn't goodbye, you little brat!" A strange woman looking fiercely wild pulled out a small dagger and had cut, what looked like a crying baby Emily, right up the side of her face near her left ear. She heard more screaming and a tall black man and a man with a crazy eye broke in the door.
"Hello there, here eat this, it will make you feel better." Said a tall man with scars along his face and lengthy arms offered her a piece of chocolate.
"Thank you." She replied, propping herself up on her elbows and taking the chocolate.
The train had started moving again by the time she had woken up and apparently they were almost to the castle. Hermione promptly led Emily out so the boys could change and they could too.
"What house do you think you will be in?" Hermione asked
"I don't know, really. I don't know." Emily smiled; "I just hope it is interesting."
"At Hogwarts…" Hermione started, "It always is!"