A.N.: Even though I got a grand total of one review for part one, I decided to continue nonetheless. This one has some stuff in which America is a sort of behind the times nation. I am in no way prejudice against America or her people because I AM an American, but I just felt like doing this. Hopefully more reviews this time! *hint, hint* The offer to r/r one of your Harry Potter/Original non-R non-NC-17 fics is still up! Excuse the use of cursing by some characters...but when I was eleven, people did curse quite a lot. It's a fact of life, get used to it. Feedback is very needed. I think you get the point. BTW, I tried to post this earlier but I messed up and reuploaded chapter one as chapter two so there were two chapter ones...sorry people. Anyway, that's fixed now, so please plase please R/R!!!!!!!!!
I'm JK Rowling! Not.
To a normal person that night dinner would have been an ordeal. To Lily it was nothing. A pleasure if anything compared to the dinners at Snidget.
America was old-fashioned in that way. Girls were too weak supposedly to be able to do much on their own. That's why all the teachers there were males. And fathers had to accompany the children at dinner and accompanied them wherever they went. Oh damn how she hated that.
Her father wherever she went. What ugly twists fate brings us. The expulsion had been so good. To move to the more progressive England...maybe life was working out for her after all.
No, she reminded herself, stop the optimism. Optimism is what ruins people and makes people vulnerable. That along with emotions. Perhaps optimism is an emotion. It's as bad as one.
As if to prove that optimism was an ugly, despicable, and volatile creature,she heard a voice. "Lily! Yohoo, Lily? ARE YOU THERE? Calling Lily Evans..."
Lily snapped to attention. "Who is it? Who's talking to me?"
There was no direct answer, but it soon became obvious. "Me, you stupid-ass." It was a blond haired girl. She wore designer robes, had blue eyes, and was generally what is termed "the perfect beautiful popular girl." And Lily hated her.
Hate. Now that was an emotion she allowed herself to feel. Hate, sadness, anger, and indifference were the four. And variants of the same. These were what she always wore -- even when she felt loving, happy, mild, or cared about something (which was rare). You wear a mask.
Every group of people exceptional for some reason wears their own mask. Lily had figured that out a long time ago too. She and the people like her wore the mask she wore, or something close. The smart ones pretended to be perfect and not care about anything except their studies. Those who were depressed but had a good life generally other than that pretend to be happy. Those extremely beautiful pretend to be stupid and care less about anything other than their beauty.
The rest, the average, wore no mask. That had surprised Lily when she first learned it. Letting everything show and being open. Sure they weren't vulnerable now, but they could become vulnerable at any minute and didn't they realize that vulnerability came from going on without a mask? Stupid.
She hadn't realized that she'd been day-dreaming on a tangent, as she often did when left to her own devices, until the girl's razor-sharp voice cut in again. She was looking at another cheerleader prototype. "Damn! That girl is always, like drifting off, isn't she Mary? I swear."
The other girl responded. "Yeah, Sue, I know! God! She stares off into space and doesn't hear us, she jumps when the sorting hat starts talking, and then theirs that weird thing, the way she wrote Fuck You on her robes?"
"I totally know what you mean," the other girl responded with a giggle she didn't even try to hide.
Now, decided Lily, was the time to get back at them: for this and for their laughter. She knew they were among those who had laughed. But she kept the hateful, sad, and indifferent look on her face. "Why don't you two just follow the instructions on my robe and fuck yourself. But as I don't believe you will, even though it's the best advice I could give you, I'll have to do something myself." And that was when the pretty talk ended and the real stuff started.
Lily relished doing this. She practiced -- not really for this, though it came in handy, but rather for her father. Still, it would work.
Punches. Kicks. No magic. Magic didn't work the same as physical violence. She had gave them a tirade of violence before finishing it off with one sickening punch in the stomach for each that sent the two vomiting.
The whole while she had kept her normal expression. No need to show what she felt. Not only no need, but good reason. Showing what one feels is an excuse to be vulnerable. That's what these girls didn't understand. They let her see everything they felt, their pretense of stupidity failing to hide emotion. Let her see what got to them, what made them happy. Happiness. That was a big bad one.
So was hope and wish for something better, or something different, something that cannot be. Very dangerous.
Then she realized. That was it. The way to show them and the way to get back for the past and the present and the future. Hopes...desires...wishes.
But she could think about that later. For now, she merely had to deal with the approaching figure of an auburn haired professor she recognized as Blumbleore, or something like that.
Dumbledore looked at the girl. "You're the new second year, aren't you?" He said.
Lily looked at him. "What the fuck do you think? I'm new?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Dear girl, you certainly do have issues."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Don't do that cute little dear girl and issues talk. I have heard enough of that talk from people who supposedly fucking care but don't and I don't need any from your little head. Now look at my robes. Can you read? It says Fuck the World. That includes you. Good. Now go do so, by all means."
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "Ah, but I think you do enough of that without my help. But that's not the issue at stake. The issue is your punishment. And the punishment is --"
"Let me guess, " Lily said, bored and indifferent. "Points of my house. Well I don't give a damn about them, so give up!"
"Oh no," said Dumbledore, "not house points, they wouldn't do a darn thing. I'm smarter than that. Your punishment is merely this: there are about thirty-two students per house. Each dorm room holds approximately four or five. Your dorm mates are now going to be Linda -- a girl you do not know yet -- and Mary and Sue, the two which you...er...don't appear to get along with. It is also going to proceed this year that we will have activities which we do with our dorm mates to build friendship. Perhaps your attitudes towards one another will change. You will all be in dorm 2-E Yes, dear Lily, that is a fitting punishment -- a punishment which may not even turn out to be, in the long-run, so much of a punishment as a reward."
Inwardly, Lily cursed a bit. Damn. Spending all that time with Mary and Sue! But it didn't matter. It couldn't be as bad as living with her father, and she'd handled that. And team building, my ass, she thought. There is no way in hell we'll build a team. "Bunbleore, or whatever, I don't believe one damn word out of your mouth. But you can talk. Whatever."
Then she left for her dorm.
Lily thought a bit. Desire...desire...some way to make people think about their desire.
But how? Perhaps a lake? No, making a large enough lake would be too difficult. Lake creating charms were always hard. She remembered reading about the creation of the Snidget Dam in 1856. Even the most skilled wizards had had difficulty getting that much water, much less making the dam itself.
Hallucinations? But she remembered reading about how there was no way to make a large group have hallucinations. It would have to be one by one. And that would be too long and too difficult.
Something that they would have to reflect on their desires...reflect...wait, there's something. Reflect. Why does that word seem so helpful.
And reflect revolved into reflection. Reflection! A reflection. Where do you see one? A mirror. That would be it. A Mirror of Wishes.
No, not a Mirror of Wishes. That wouldn't do. The name sounds stupid.
Mirror of Hope? No, that sounded wishy-washy too. Like it brings people hope. The mirror isn't supposed to make people hope for things. No, it's supposed to make people despair. Despair and hope aren't the same for most...for some, hope only brings despair, but for most they are different.
The things they desire...that's it! The Mirror of Desire. Yes, that's a good name. The Mirror of Desire.
Except...there was still a problem with it, Lily knew. If they saw a mirror named the Mirror of Desire, some of the smarter ones, those with any sense, the ones who wore good masks, they would turn away. Others would consider it just a stupid ploy and not look at it. It had to be something that would draw them towards it, make them wonder, make them want to see.
She toyed with the word a little. Desire...Desirreee...backwards it's Erised...yes, Erised. That was good. It almost sounded like a foreign name. Definitely would make people want to look.
And after all, that's what Lily wanted. People to look. And to despair thereafter. To be driven mad. That would be the best revenge. Yes, that's what she wanted. And so she began.
But just then, Mary and Sue entered. And they looked upon her and groaned.
A.N.: So what'd you think? Good, bad, what? I know it's a bit short, but I have semi-writer's block and semi-writer's DISCOURAGEMENT from the lack of reviews last time (hint, hint). PLEASE review!!!!!! R/R!!!!!!! Okay? Please please please review. Thanx in advance. :-)