Everything went off without a hitch. I made it through the platform 9 and three quarters with Gutosh on my trolley and confidently pushed my trunk on to the train. Finding an empty compartment was actually not that hard to do since I begged my mother to drop me off a while before she normally would have. Watching Wizards and Witches was even more fun then people watching in London. Gazing out my window I was only shook awake by a knock on the door of my compartment accompanied by a boy's head popping in. His hair was messy, unconvertible black, and sticking up in every which way. His chocolate brown eyes were surrounded in frames that made up a pair of small, rectangular, black glasses. He leaned in, tall, but around my age I guessed. "Can me and my sister join you?" He asked, and quickly flung open the door after I shook my head in a startled yes. "Come on Abby, I found one!" He shouted behind him. I watched quietly as he started to lug in a brightly colored trunk with a large printed "Potter, J" on the top.
It wasn't long before a girl joined us; her below shoulder length hair was the very same black as the taller boy's, but without the fro. Her chocolate eyes matched his, only her more feminine face distguinshed the two siblings. She turned to smile at me, and I received a blast of pure light. "Why hello! I'm Abigail, and this rude boy is, James, my BROTHER, I'm sad to say!" She kidded rubbing his hair affectionately as he glared at her from under his mop of hair and then turned to face me.
"Hey, I'm James." He repeated moving his eyebrows to and fro, I couldn't help but to let out at least one giggle.
"I'm Lily, Lily Evans." I smiled back shyly.
His eyes sparkled mischievously, "Are you sure?" He asked, confusing me.
"Yes, are you really sure you are James Potter?" I threw back at him.
He looked at me confused, "How did you know my last name?" he asked, as his sister snickered.
"It's on your suit case, James dear!" she sung enjoying every moment.
"I knew that!" he said looking at her, and then proceeded to plop down across from me on the big fluffy seat. "Do you think I am a bloody blond?" He asked pouting, looking up at his sister placing his feet on the trunk.
"No James, of course not, just a first year, it's quite easy to see. Now Lily here," She sat daintily next to me, turning to face me, "Is a hard guess." She looked up as if searching her mind. "She composes herself quite intelligently, yet then again, I didn't see you last year. And unless you transferred from another school, even though I never heard of such, my guess would be… you are also a first year. Am I correct?" She asked curiously. Her face was kind, and her brothers interested.
"Yea, you're right." I smiled as James groaned.
"NEVER admit to my sister she's right, she already believes she is no matter the circumstances, any more confirmation can ruin anyone's life!" he declared, "You mustn't have a sister." He came to the conclusion shaking the black mess he had the nerve to call hair.
I laughed, "Actually I do have a younger sister, and her name is Petunia." I laughed as he groaned.
"Hmm. do I need to infer anymore about your lack of knowledge, especially when it comes to females, BROTHER?" she questioned.
"Do you know you say 'BROTHER' as if you are implying another word instead?" He remarked.
"Why BROTHER, how quickly you catch on." She teased, her eyes sparkling as I watched amused.
"Why thank you, it's a talent I've picked up through out the years being your brother, SISTER."
"Why only that, dear brother? After all these years? Oh I had hoped for a sister, I had." She teased sighing as James pretend to cry. He went limp and slithered down on to the floor like water flowing over cup, as if his heart was breaking.
"Oh the pain, my sister admits her greatest dreams for me, the pain!" He wailed.
"You are so animated." She declared rolling her eyes, while I couldn't help but laugh, she soon joined me as James jumped up and started to bow. "Thank you very much, I'll be here all year, folks!" He declared in an impression that sent me into another fit of giggles.
"only if you don't get kicked out within the first week!" Abby laughed fluffing her hair absently.
He smirked, completely overjoyed with himself as the compartment's door slide open. "Thank god!" James exclaimed looking at the door. Turning my head, I saw an older amused student walk in. "It's a male! Save me! Save me, before I die of female infection!" He prayed, running up to the stranger and falling on his knees.
"Abby, I see you forgot his medication!" A sandy haired boy declared shaking his head at the pitiful sight of his friend, James, who had moved on to bowing like his life deepened upon it at the only other male's feet. As if he was his long lost savor.
Abby shook her head sadly, "I know. Must have been with the excitement of meeting our new friend, it slipped my mind, but now, of course, I wished I had. At least before this whole ordeal turns Lily to believe we are all like this, I assure you dear, it's only my brother who suffers from many other symptoms, along with this common display of insanity." She informed me, patting my arm reassuringly.
"Oh, but SISTER! It is only without your praise that causes me to be so!" He exclaimed crawling over to her, "All I've ever longed for is a sister! A sister who cares enough to give me a hug or a pat on the back..." He pretended to cry, grabbing hold of her cloak that was thrown over her Muggle clothes in a struggle for warmth.
"There, there." Abigail patted him on the back carelessly.
"Is it just me," A blond boy stopped passing by, "That every time I see you, POTTER, you are crying like a bloody Muggle?" he insulted coldly, slimly pointing his pasty long nose into the air. Before anyone could say a thing I was on my feet, no one insulted my family. NO ONE.
"And what is so wrong with a MUGGLE, flour boy?!" I taunted him standing as tall as I could glaring menacingly at him. For the first time I was picking a fight, instead of my usual 'talking it out.' Some how it felt good. Like I was finally coming clean, throwing myself out there, but what can I say? I was an easy target when it came to my family. After all, they are what truly makes me, well. me. To struggle through as many hardships as we have together, and somehow we still manage come out on top… My family is my core, disrespect one, and disrespect all.
He switched his icy blue glare to mine, what I instantly knew was stronger. I wanted to rip him apart for no apparent reason. He slowly looked me up and down- I could see venom boiling in his eyes. "Why Potter, your friend appears to be a Mudblood, and even worse, an troll one at that. You'll soon learn that Hogwarts is for purebloods, we don't appreciate filth like you stinking up our halls." He slowly said, dragging out every word, as a cool chill ran down my spine.
"I believe, Malfoy, you were only referring to your own stench." James glared standing up straight. Abby quickly stood up, "So if your pureblood hide knows what's best for it..." Abby hinted standing next to me.
"It would run the other way as fast as its smelly little feet could carry it." The tall friend of James said, still standing by the open doorway, and looking more threating as the moment wore on.
Malfoy suddenly realized what a dangerous place he had placed himself in, completely out numbered, and standing next to a pretty intimating male who was burning a hole through his head with his hatred for him, Malfoy snickered cowardly. "It's not like I wanted to stay in a Muggle loving dump, I have better things to do with my time." He whipped around his black robe flicking the stranger's legs.
"Have fun kissing Professor Slughorn now, you hear!" the stranger called out behind Malfoy, as the room burst with laughter. I was soon introduced to this stranger, as quirky as James, "The name is Henry Abbcott, at your service, madam." He sweeped into a bow as Abby rolled her eyes as she had at her brother. "Guys.." she muttered amused. I laughed, this was more fun then I ever had with anyone else.
"I'm Lily Evans." I smiled.
"Wait, was your grandmother Annabelle Rosa Evans?" Asked a brown haired girl with glasses who was attempting to slide into the compartment past the tall Henry. I later found out she was a fifth year and best friends with Abigail.
"Yes, my Great Grandmother." I replied curiously. "Why?" I asked.
"Professor Binns made my class do a scroll on her last year." She exclaimed popping what looked like a jelly bean into her mouth, "She's like way famous," she saw my puzzled face. "She like discovered how to use Gillyweed plant, among millions of other substances for your own profit, health, and that sorta stuff. I have a book on her; I'll lend it to you some time." Elizabeth offered.
"Thanks, I'd appreciate that." I smiled right when Henry attacked her.
"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!" He squealed, grabbing a few before Elizabeth could throw him off. Nevertheless, he started to choke, as his hands flew to his mouth but not quickly enough for he all ready spit the bean up. "Vomit." He exclaimed while every one burst out in laughter, "I wondered when I was going to get that one." He greenly remarked after the laughter died down. "Anyways," he said regaining his breath, "I came to grab you two girls for the prefect meeting, we have an orientation." He said as they stood up to go.
"Don't terrorize Lily now, James" Abby said winking at me as she left.
"Excuse me," said a dark haired boy knocking on the door, "do you have room for another?" he asked with the most depressing tone I have ever heard. His clothes looked richly made, but his mood was obliviously dark.
"Yea. Who are you?" Asked James curiously grabbing a leather bag out of his trunk.
"I'm Sirius." He said dragging in his trunk before plopping down on the seat closest to the door.
"I'm James Potter, and that's Lily Evans." He said smiling. "Are you as hungry as me?" he asked pulling out some meat pies.
An hour later we found ourselves laughing as James and Sirius tried to explain the art of Quidittch to me, while arguing who the best team was.
"You are completely mad!" Sirius argued, "Turner is the best Seeker, not to mention on the best team!" he said eating a licorice wand.
"Not the Irish, mate! Where's your loyalty! It's the British that come out on top every time!" James declared.
"Apparently he doesn't have any." Said a cool voice from the hallway where a pale mean looking older girl stood glaring down on Sirius.