Sorry it took so long, but I'm now back on boarding school, new term, tons
(seriously!) of homework and tests coming up next week aside from a lot of
new friends I have to spend time with. Some of us actually DO have a life
*lol*. But seriously, though, this story out of all of those I have started
is my first priority and from the plans of length I have I'm almost half
the way now.
No more silly excuses.
You can't sue me, 'cause in my country an individual cannot sue another. It
has to be state vs. blah blah blah, but if you still want to see a
disclaimer, look in the prev. chaps.
Lily crashed into the couch in the private dorm, connected to the Gryffindor Common Room, that she and Sirius had been given until the Sorting straight after the holidays. Now that she'd fetched James she had no idea what to tell him. She knew it was important to make up with him, but how?? He seemed to hate the Blacks more than anything in the world. "What were you going to say?" His voice said that it was indifferent, that he was bored and just wanted to get out. "Sorry, but this is really hard for me to say." "So...?" She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her racing heart. If she didn't calm down soon, her face would slip. "Why d'you hate us?" "Why have you lied for me?" "It was a necessity. Why do you hate us, James?" "My father was an Auror, but I know that wasn't the soul reason of those Death Eaters coming. You were! What are you hiding, Lily?" A pained expression was now on his face. He was exasperated. "I'm..." She paused, searching her mind for a way to explain. "I'm abnormal." His eyebrows rose. He was clearly confused. She took a deep breath. This was so not easy for her. "I don't know how to explain it. I have abnormal powers, even for a witch. Even I can't control it sometimes." "Why did you come to us? Why not Hogwarts?" "When I was one, my mother was killed by an unidentified wizard. My father obviously found us and placed us in the care of my Muggle uncle, though I'm beginning to wonder if it wasn't really my father who killed mother. Sirius and I grew up knowing nothing of the magical world. We were popular kids at the elementary school, I guess, though we never did fit in. We were always different. The teachers even had us take classes in the secondary school in some subjects. We could... read people's mind, we had... telekinetic gifts. Just before we turned eleven we received letters from Hogwarts on our way home from a prank, when we felt something was wrong and began to run. Death Eaters had slain our uncle. I... ... I... killed them. Not with an unforgivable, but simply... oblivion. That's all that was left. A letter arrived, telling me that was the second person to die for me, that my mother had as well. It was signed Tom Black - my father." She paused, pushing back tears. "Mu... Aunt Melanie and my sis... cousin banned us from our home. We ran away and your father found. Dumbledore arranged for us to stay - disguised of course, and your mother trained us. And you're right. The Death Eaters DID come for us." "What has your father got to do with You-Know-Who?" She blinked, noticing that the tears had finally released themselves from the brink of her eyes. "My father and Lord Voldemort (James flinched) is the same person, James, the one and same." Her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs. James sat for a while, the silence growing awkward. Then, nervously he patted her shoulder. "Wednesday, at the Sorting. Hope you'll both be in Gryffindor." With that he left Lily thinking. It had all passed by tons better than she'd expected.
Lily and Sirius were for once clad in Hogwarts cloaks. They had inherited their clothing from Jonathan, who'd been two years older than them. Not very surprisingly Sirius' fit on perfectly, while Lily's hung on her lithe and elfin - not to mention short - body. Both had once again had their looks and names changed, along with a spell that corrected their very British accents and made them sound like typical downtown American teens. Both now had curly brown hair and blue eyes (green/blue in Lily's case). They were standing in the little room in the back, awaiting their Sorting while they heard Dumbledore speak for what seemed to be ages. Finally McGonagall called out their cover names. "Dublin, Christian Orion." Sirius flashed a grin and went out. The strange Hat, which they knew all about from James (who'd owled them about practically everything in his first year of Hogwarts), took its time. Probably the Slytherin blood, Lily figured, they were after all descendants of Salazar Slytherin, as Lily'd learned after finding out the truth about her father. But the fact that the only thing Sirius wished to achieve in life was success in pranks and happiness for his baby sister, he didn't really fit in there. She'd place him in Gryffindor. She was a lot more likely to go to the Slytherin House. She'd never been downright mean, but there were aspects from herself, which she hated to face. Finally the Hat seemed to have made up its mind and bellowed: "GRYFFINDOR!!" Sirius went to the clapping table, grinning, and shaking hands with Potter and co. "Dublin, Christiana Cassiopeia." She went to the stool with the Hat, hoping to follow her brother. Not much doubt here. The need to prove yourself, the need to be the best, not to mention your bloodline Lily started to panic, wanting nothing but to get away, and preferably Gryffindorishly away. Not Slytherin, please don't Yet another one. Are you in denial about your heritage? Don't answer that! What then? Not Hufflepuff, that's for sure. Smart enough for Ravenclaw, but too much of a troublemaker, I'm afraid, and not too studious either. Hhhmm. Slytherin WOULD suit you Don't even think about it Brave enough for Gryffindor, but the many dark aspects of your personality... Slytherin really would be best for someone who killed at the age of ten. And with cold blood, Miss Black... It really would be better to follow what your heritage indicates, and your ambitions. No? Then be it "GRYFFINDOR!!" Lily smiled slightly as she went for the cheering table, seating herself between Sirius and James. They were together again!
A/N: I know this hasn't really changed into something very much action/adventure yet, but that will come - I hope. See ya soon. Danie:)
Lily crashed into the couch in the private dorm, connected to the Gryffindor Common Room, that she and Sirius had been given until the Sorting straight after the holidays. Now that she'd fetched James she had no idea what to tell him. She knew it was important to make up with him, but how?? He seemed to hate the Blacks more than anything in the world. "What were you going to say?" His voice said that it was indifferent, that he was bored and just wanted to get out. "Sorry, but this is really hard for me to say." "So...?" She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her racing heart. If she didn't calm down soon, her face would slip. "Why d'you hate us?" "Why have you lied for me?" "It was a necessity. Why do you hate us, James?" "My father was an Auror, but I know that wasn't the soul reason of those Death Eaters coming. You were! What are you hiding, Lily?" A pained expression was now on his face. He was exasperated. "I'm..." She paused, searching her mind for a way to explain. "I'm abnormal." His eyebrows rose. He was clearly confused. She took a deep breath. This was so not easy for her. "I don't know how to explain it. I have abnormal powers, even for a witch. Even I can't control it sometimes." "Why did you come to us? Why not Hogwarts?" "When I was one, my mother was killed by an unidentified wizard. My father obviously found us and placed us in the care of my Muggle uncle, though I'm beginning to wonder if it wasn't really my father who killed mother. Sirius and I grew up knowing nothing of the magical world. We were popular kids at the elementary school, I guess, though we never did fit in. We were always different. The teachers even had us take classes in the secondary school in some subjects. We could... read people's mind, we had... telekinetic gifts. Just before we turned eleven we received letters from Hogwarts on our way home from a prank, when we felt something was wrong and began to run. Death Eaters had slain our uncle. I... ... I... killed them. Not with an unforgivable, but simply... oblivion. That's all that was left. A letter arrived, telling me that was the second person to die for me, that my mother had as well. It was signed Tom Black - my father." She paused, pushing back tears. "Mu... Aunt Melanie and my sis... cousin banned us from our home. We ran away and your father found. Dumbledore arranged for us to stay - disguised of course, and your mother trained us. And you're right. The Death Eaters DID come for us." "What has your father got to do with You-Know-Who?" She blinked, noticing that the tears had finally released themselves from the brink of her eyes. "My father and Lord Voldemort (James flinched) is the same person, James, the one and same." Her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs. James sat for a while, the silence growing awkward. Then, nervously he patted her shoulder. "Wednesday, at the Sorting. Hope you'll both be in Gryffindor." With that he left Lily thinking. It had all passed by tons better than she'd expected.
Lily and Sirius were for once clad in Hogwarts cloaks. They had inherited their clothing from Jonathan, who'd been two years older than them. Not very surprisingly Sirius' fit on perfectly, while Lily's hung on her lithe and elfin - not to mention short - body. Both had once again had their looks and names changed, along with a spell that corrected their very British accents and made them sound like typical downtown American teens. Both now had curly brown hair and blue eyes (green/blue in Lily's case). They were standing in the little room in the back, awaiting their Sorting while they heard Dumbledore speak for what seemed to be ages. Finally McGonagall called out their cover names. "Dublin, Christian Orion." Sirius flashed a grin and went out. The strange Hat, which they knew all about from James (who'd owled them about practically everything in his first year of Hogwarts), took its time. Probably the Slytherin blood, Lily figured, they were after all descendants of Salazar Slytherin, as Lily'd learned after finding out the truth about her father. But the fact that the only thing Sirius wished to achieve in life was success in pranks and happiness for his baby sister, he didn't really fit in there. She'd place him in Gryffindor. She was a lot more likely to go to the Slytherin House. She'd never been downright mean, but there were aspects from herself, which she hated to face. Finally the Hat seemed to have made up its mind and bellowed: "GRYFFINDOR!!" Sirius went to the clapping table, grinning, and shaking hands with Potter and co. "Dublin, Christiana Cassiopeia." She went to the stool with the Hat, hoping to follow her brother. Not much doubt here. The need to prove yourself, the need to be the best, not to mention your bloodline Lily started to panic, wanting nothing but to get away, and preferably Gryffindorishly away. Not Slytherin, please don't Yet another one. Are you in denial about your heritage? Don't answer that! What then? Not Hufflepuff, that's for sure. Smart enough for Ravenclaw, but too much of a troublemaker, I'm afraid, and not too studious either. Hhhmm. Slytherin WOULD suit you Don't even think about it Brave enough for Gryffindor, but the many dark aspects of your personality... Slytherin really would be best for someone who killed at the age of ten. And with cold blood, Miss Black... It really would be better to follow what your heritage indicates, and your ambitions. No? Then be it "GRYFFINDOR!!" Lily smiled slightly as she went for the cheering table, seating herself between Sirius and James. They were together again!
A/N: I know this hasn't really changed into something very much action/adventure yet, but that will come - I hope. See ya soon. Danie:)