Title: Born With A Consequence
Author: EbonyQuill
Summary: A secret that ruled her life. A secret that scarred her with a curse. THE secret that decided her downfall.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters or situations. They all belong to Joann Kathleen Rowling. So. Disclaimer's always make me sad. ::tear:: I do own Rhiannon Brooks, Cassandra Rewitt, and anything else you don't recognize.
A/N: This is my first time using Microsoft Word for a fanfic, but I found out my cousin just installed it. I usually use Wordpad but hey I'm up for something new. Heh. Anyway, I'm going to really enjoy myself writing this fic because I was very disappointed with the lack of princesses in some stories. Haha, yes I am a fairytale freak, but you can't blame me so blah. Unfortunately I have done a medieval fic before but I didn't like how it was going so I never posted it. So yeah. Lol! Hope you like this story! Now onwards with the story.
She twirled a lock of blood red hair around her finger, watching children and their families giving their last hugs and good-byes. She wished she could with her own parents. 'Her parents,' she thought bitterly. They were the people who made her come to this school. They were the people who caused her most of her pain. They were the people who were. dead.
The young girl started crying. Her sobs were muffled in her silk robe. Her emerald eyes shone with tears. Those tears descended unable to be held any longer. With a final blow of tears, the demoiselle fell into a slumber.
"5 More Minutes Until We Arrive At Hogwarts," a loud voice boomed among the train.
The eleven-year-old awoke to the sound of the blaring sound. She quickly changed into the required uniform, insulting every piece of clothing she found dull. She put on her black silk cloak and waited for the scarlet piece of transportation to come to a halt.
A horn signifying the stop of the scarlet train was shortly heard by its passengers. The poised, sophisticated girl stepped off the train by her lonesome self. She kept her head down, eyes darting up occasionally, looking at the people she would be living with for the next few months.
"Firs' years! Firs' year! Over here firs' years!" a huge voice belonging to a, what the beautiful young girl with red tresses thought, half-giant.
She followed the loud voice to see many boats, which she presumed was the first year's transportation to the castle of Hogwarts.
"No more than four ter a boat," the half-giant boomed.
The young girl stepped into the boat closest to her and was shortly joined by a chestnut brown hair and dull blue eyes. A blonde, brown-eyed girl then joined them. The emerald-eyed beauty did not enjoy either of their presence. There were many boats this year, so no more students joined the boat.
The two girls seemed to have met before and were well aquainted (sp?) with each other. The poised youngster chose not to engage in the conversation. She enjoyed the view of the magnificent castle she would be living in for the next seven years. It was magical. Well, der. Yeah, it was full of magical people, things, etc.
They finally arrived and walked through the castle door. Inside, they were met up with a young looking witch with her brown hair in a tight bun right on top of her head. She looked very strict indeed.
"Welcome to Hogwarts first years, I am the Headmistress and your Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall." She said in a strict tone matching her appearance.
She explained how they would be sorted into different houses, how their house would be there family, how they can earn points and lose points, etc. She then left to check up on the feast.
The children in the hall were whispering, shivering, overwrought, or just plain scared. Only a few were silent. The red headed, emerald-eyed young lady was one of them. After only what seemed like a few moments Professor McGonagall came through the door once more and instructed all of them to come inside in a single file line. They came to a stool and a withered hat; many of the students became confused. It didn't help that some of the older boys told them that they had to be able to get a rabbit out of the hat. Then the brim of the hat opened and it burst into song:
(A/N: I really don't want to make up a song last minute, but I'll probably put one in here later. So.)
Everyone burst into applause at the end of the song. Most of the first years confused clapped along trying to fit in.
"You will put on this hat and be sorted into your houses," Professor McGonagall informed. There were sighs of relief among the first year crowd.
"Black, Sirius." Was a boy with long black hair, not enough to be put into a ponytail though, and gray-eyes which hid his emotions.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
There were shorts from what was presumed to be the Gryffindor table.
"Bones, Amelia." She was a rather pretty raven-haired girl.
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted immediately.
It went on like this, then the poised individual's name was called.
"Evans, Lillian." Professor McGonagall said a little caught off guard. She remembered the conversation she had had with Dumbledore earlier this summer.
"Minerva, I need to inform you of something." Albus said quietly making sure no one else was listening.
"What is it, Albus?" She had said in the same tone.
"You do remember King Apollo and Queen Arwen, am I correct?"
"Of course I remember them, Princess Arwen was my best student and King Apollo was a joy, but what are you leading up to Albus?"
"They were killed by Voldermort." Dumbledore had said gravely.
"What?!?!? But how? They were well protected, weren't they?"
"They were, but the Order is now trying to find out how Voldermort pinpointed their whereabouts."
"Didn't they have a daughter. . .Lily? Princess Lillian? And the Squib Princess Petunia? Please tell me they're not dead Albus. At least not Lillian!"
"No, Princess Lily was well hidden in the depths of the castle and Petunia was at a muggle friend's house."
"Thank goodness. But will the Princess be ruling now?" She had asked.. Remembering how she thought the idea was preposterous.
"Not quite yet. When she legally becomes sixteen she will be able to rule. For now, Princess Peridia will rule."
"Peridia was a fine student also, but always living in King Apollo's shadow though."
"True, but I'm sure she'll do a fine job."
"Wait. Isn't Lily turning eleven this year?" She remembered asking with a note of panic.
"Yes, she is and I predict she'll be a fine student." Albus had said with confidence in his voice.
"With parents like her own, how could she not be."
"Very true, but under the respected wishes of herself and her family she will not be known as Princess Lillian Marie Antoinette Elizabeth Evansevelle of Magica , but as Lillian Marie Evans." (A/N: Magica is what I'll call all of the wizarding world in this story. So.)
"Very few people have actually seen the Princess and the Squib Princess so I expect that will work."
"Remember this is just between you and me."
"Of course."
"Very well, then. Excuse me I have a meeting with a Mr. Lupin."
"Yes, of course." She recalled saying, still in a daze.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat said interrupting the young Professor's thoughts.
Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table. Along with many catcalls.
Lily sat down at a seat close to the Head Table and far away from her fellow pupils. She did not take her beautiful emerald eyes off her plate and only looked up if addressed to which was almost always, for the boys of Hogwarts were captivated by her beauty. After a few confrontations, she ignored them all together.
"Oh well isn't this little princess stuck up. Hmm. oh well boys you still have ME!" "Rewitts, Cassandra" said.
"Yes she is a snob, isn't that right Jamesie-Wamesie?" the blonde girl from the boat said to a boy with unruly black hair and hazel eyes.
"Aviva, leave her alone," 'Jamesie-Wamesie' replied quite annoyed. He then went back into deep conversation with the three boys surrounding him.
'I'll have to thank him later,' Lily thought.
Dumbledore stood up to make his yearly announcements.
"Welcome students to another year at Hogwarts. As you can see Professor Armando Dippet is not here with us. As some of you may know he retired last year after teaching at Hogwarts for 69 years. He was recognized for his duties by receiving a Merlin First Class Order. We will miss him dearly though.
Anyway, Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has added Munching Monkeys, Wendelin the Weird Wart Lip Balm, Morgue Marshmallows, and more items to the Forbidden At Hogwarts list. You will be able to find that list outside Mr. Filch's office.
To our new students and a few of our older ones please note that the Forbidden Forest is well forbidden.
I only have one more thing to say to you all. Tuck in." and by the wave of the Headmaster's hands food appeared on every house table.
Many of the first years were in awe.
Lily ate her food quietly by herself. She only consumed a tiny bit of food, then waited to be excused. She kept her head low and made no contact with anyone else. (A/N: Well isn't she quite the secluded caterpillar. Lol. Don't ask.")
'Pah. Look at these mindless individuals. Not a care in the world. Carefree, having fun with their friends, no responsibility at all.' The hidden Princess thought bitterly.
'It's not fair! At all! If I weren't a Princess, if I weren't an Evansevelle, if my parents hadn't died.'
'I don't want to be Queen. I don't want to be Royalty. I don't want to be fawned on for the rest of my life. I don't want to be Princess Lillian Marie Antoinette Elizabeth Evansevelle!' her mind screamed.
"Why me?" she whispered almost completely inaudible.
"What was that Lillian?" "Brooks, Rhiannon." Asked.
Rhiannon was a beautiful specimen. She had ebony black hair in loose curls and sapphire eyes. She had a slender figure and a pure face. Her thin lips and adorable nose completed her beauty.
"Oh, nothing Rhiannon." Lily replied as a miniscule blush ascended onto her cheeks, she had not meant for anyone to hear her.
"Call me Rhi. Everyone else does. Or at least anyone who knows me." 'Rhi' said giving Lily a genuine smile.
Lily smiled back, "Then you may call me Lily. I can't stand Lillian."
Rhiannon laughed. "Can do Lily."
That started a beautiful friendship.
"Ahem. Now that we are all fed and watered a few more notices. Mr. Filch has asked me to remind all students that no magic is allowed between the corridors. Quidditch trials will take place in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing contact Madam Hooch. Thank you. Now, prefects, please lead your houses to their rightful common rooms." The Headmaster instructed.
"Gryffindors this way please." A young woman with curly red hair and brown kind eyes said.
"Arthur, will you hurry up?" The young woman said clearly annoyed.
"Sorry Molly, dear, but Justin has an etiquette muggle device for taking pictures called a coomra." Arthur replied quite excited.
"A camera," Justin corrected.
"Oh yes a camera." Arthur voiced.
"Arthur, what am I going to do with you? We have to lead the Gryffindors to the common room!" Molly responded.
"Oh right of course. Follow us Gryffindors." Arthur notified.
They were headed into a course of stairs, passageways, ladders, etc. They finally arrived at a portrait of a lady in a heavily layered pink dress.
"First years this is 'The Fat Lady' she will allow you in and out of the common room." Molly educated.
"Password, please." The Fat Lady asked.
"Rolling Phoenix." Arthur said.
"You will need the password to enter. The password changes on the First Monday of every month. The new password will be posted in the common room." Molly informed.
They then entered the common room. It was a big cozy room with a fireplace and an assortment of chairs, couches, and tables. There was two set of stairs, presumably leading to the Dormitories.
"Girls Dormitories are to your right and the Boys Dormitories are to your left." Arthur enlightened.
"The common room is a place where you can do homework, hang out, or merely frolic." Molly added.
"Breakfast starts at 7:30 and ends at 8:30 and classes start promptly at 9:00. That's all really. Curfew for 1st years to 4th years is at 10:00. When you get into 5th year curfew is 11:00." Arthur said fulfilling his Head Boy duties.
"We'll allow you first years to explore now. Welcome to Hogwarts." Molly finally added smiling.
(A/N: Yes they ARE the Arthur and Molly Weasley. So.)
"Lily, wanna go to the Dormitories first?" Rhi asked.
"Sure. Might as well see where we'll be sleeping for the next seven years of our lives." Lily replied smiling.
"My thoughts exactly." Rhi said cheerfully.
They climbed up the stairs looking for a door with the 'First Years' sign. They finally found it on the third floor. Upon entering, the girls were awed by the beauty of the room. It was decorated in red and gold. Furnished with five four-posters with deep red velvet curtains, outlined with gold and their rightful trunks at the foot of each bed. There were two bathrooms, one on the right and on the left. Two large windows complete with ruby curtains revealed an ebony sky spotted with bright stars, though they couldn't compete with Dumbledore's sapphire eyes, which twinkled like mad.
"I'm dead tired, I swear. If I close my eyes I'll fall asleep." Lily said yawning for effect.
"Then go to sleep Lily Flower. I'm bloody tired too. Plus that train ride gave me nausea." Rhi said smiling.
"Remind me to put a bucket by your bed then." Lily said chuckling.
"I will." Rhi said dismissing the fact that it was a joke.
Lily rolled her eyes in a joking way.
Rhi fell on her bed and almost instantly muffled snores could be heard. Lily closed Rhi's curtains and sat on her own bed, which was right by the window. She sat Indian-style on the bed sitting towards the beautifully made window.
She looked up at the stars and smiled knowing that her parents were there. And for a moment she forgot all of her worries and troubles. And for that moment her eyes shown a deep emerald. An emerald that has never been seen before. The purest emerald in the world. No fine jeweler could ever find a stone like it. The emerald had shown all the goodness in the world. For Lily was the Princess of the Pure.
The title had never reached Princess Lillian's ears. It was never meant to. Only a selected few knew about this. The Princess of the Pure was a chosen Princess of the Royal Family that only appeared every thousand or more years. The Pure's gift was very rare so only one or two possessed it every nine hundred years. The Pure's gift, no one knew. But the Princess of the Pure was born with the gift. That's the most anyone was ever informed of.
Dumbledore knew from the moment he saw the Princess as a baby she was The Pure. How? Her eyes. Her deep emerald eyes. He chose to not allow the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher to teach the children of it. Princess Lillian knew nothing of this. She was never informed or taught or happened to accidentally overhear that she was The Pure. Nor did she know what the Pure was. And most people intended to keep it that way.
Dumbledore knew though that she would have to be informed sooner or later. When she turned sixteen not only will she become the official Queen of Magica but she will also be purified. Purified is what they call the process when they enforce all of her Pure powers. But for now, Princess Lillian would be unaware of this until she turned fourteen or so.
After her stargazing, Lily closed her curtains and fell into a deep slumber as she had on the train earlier that evening. She dreamed. Dreams of a beautiful maiden with blood red tresses, which curled slightly at the bottom She wore her hair down and it cascaded down her back. She wore a pure white dress and had no shoes. The young maiden had a fair slender figure and a flawless face. With her full red lips and a cute nose it completed her perfection. But overall her best feature was her almond shaped eyes. A vibrant emerald. They looked so pure, happy, and scared at the same time.
She started reciting a string of ancient words and a white light emitted from what seemed to be inside of her, but needed those exact words to be released.
Lily awoke into the dark of the night. Not abruptly, but peacefully. One eye opened and the other followed. She thought for a moment, then fell again into a deep slumber. Resting for the day ahead. . .
A/N: Hey you guys! REVIEW PLEASE! I really like this story, but I won't go on unless I get reviews! Most of you may know me for my humor so there will be funny stuff in the chapters to come. Sorry there wasn't a lot of James and the Marauders but I wanted you to get to know Lily and Rhiannon a little better. I'm not going to bring up the Pure thing until the fourth or fifth chapter unless one of the teachers want to discuss it. If you're reading Internet Chat I'll update that one sometime this week. I'm not too fond of that story right now. Don't ask. Well I really like the plot of this story. And I LOVE reviews. So. ::hint hint:: ::nudge nudge:: lol! Whoa eight pages. That's like the most I've ever written and posted.
Lots of Love, Ally~ 'Embrace a chicken.'
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Author: EbonyQuill
Summary: A secret that ruled her life. A secret that scarred her with a curse. THE secret that decided her downfall.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters or situations. They all belong to Joann Kathleen Rowling. So. Disclaimer's always make me sad. ::tear:: I do own Rhiannon Brooks, Cassandra Rewitt, and anything else you don't recognize.
A/N: This is my first time using Microsoft Word for a fanfic, but I found out my cousin just installed it. I usually use Wordpad but hey I'm up for something new. Heh. Anyway, I'm going to really enjoy myself writing this fic because I was very disappointed with the lack of princesses in some stories. Haha, yes I am a fairytale freak, but you can't blame me so blah. Unfortunately I have done a medieval fic before but I didn't like how it was going so I never posted it. So yeah. Lol! Hope you like this story! Now onwards with the story.
She twirled a lock of blood red hair around her finger, watching children and their families giving their last hugs and good-byes. She wished she could with her own parents. 'Her parents,' she thought bitterly. They were the people who made her come to this school. They were the people who caused her most of her pain. They were the people who were. dead.
The young girl started crying. Her sobs were muffled in her silk robe. Her emerald eyes shone with tears. Those tears descended unable to be held any longer. With a final blow of tears, the demoiselle fell into a slumber.
"5 More Minutes Until We Arrive At Hogwarts," a loud voice boomed among the train.
The eleven-year-old awoke to the sound of the blaring sound. She quickly changed into the required uniform, insulting every piece of clothing she found dull. She put on her black silk cloak and waited for the scarlet piece of transportation to come to a halt.
A horn signifying the stop of the scarlet train was shortly heard by its passengers. The poised, sophisticated girl stepped off the train by her lonesome self. She kept her head down, eyes darting up occasionally, looking at the people she would be living with for the next few months.
"Firs' years! Firs' year! Over here firs' years!" a huge voice belonging to a, what the beautiful young girl with red tresses thought, half-giant.
She followed the loud voice to see many boats, which she presumed was the first year's transportation to the castle of Hogwarts.
"No more than four ter a boat," the half-giant boomed.
The young girl stepped into the boat closest to her and was shortly joined by a chestnut brown hair and dull blue eyes. A blonde, brown-eyed girl then joined them. The emerald-eyed beauty did not enjoy either of their presence. There were many boats this year, so no more students joined the boat.
The two girls seemed to have met before and were well aquainted (sp?) with each other. The poised youngster chose not to engage in the conversation. She enjoyed the view of the magnificent castle she would be living in for the next seven years. It was magical. Well, der. Yeah, it was full of magical people, things, etc.
They finally arrived and walked through the castle door. Inside, they were met up with a young looking witch with her brown hair in a tight bun right on top of her head. She looked very strict indeed.
"Welcome to Hogwarts first years, I am the Headmistress and your Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall." She said in a strict tone matching her appearance.
She explained how they would be sorted into different houses, how their house would be there family, how they can earn points and lose points, etc. She then left to check up on the feast.
The children in the hall were whispering, shivering, overwrought, or just plain scared. Only a few were silent. The red headed, emerald-eyed young lady was one of them. After only what seemed like a few moments Professor McGonagall came through the door once more and instructed all of them to come inside in a single file line. They came to a stool and a withered hat; many of the students became confused. It didn't help that some of the older boys told them that they had to be able to get a rabbit out of the hat. Then the brim of the hat opened and it burst into song:
(A/N: I really don't want to make up a song last minute, but I'll probably put one in here later. So.)
Everyone burst into applause at the end of the song. Most of the first years confused clapped along trying to fit in.
"You will put on this hat and be sorted into your houses," Professor McGonagall informed. There were sighs of relief among the first year crowd.
"Black, Sirius." Was a boy with long black hair, not enough to be put into a ponytail though, and gray-eyes which hid his emotions.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
There were shorts from what was presumed to be the Gryffindor table.
"Bones, Amelia." She was a rather pretty raven-haired girl.
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted immediately.
It went on like this, then the poised individual's name was called.
"Evans, Lillian." Professor McGonagall said a little caught off guard. She remembered the conversation she had had with Dumbledore earlier this summer.
"Minerva, I need to inform you of something." Albus said quietly making sure no one else was listening.
"What is it, Albus?" She had said in the same tone.
"You do remember King Apollo and Queen Arwen, am I correct?"
"Of course I remember them, Princess Arwen was my best student and King Apollo was a joy, but what are you leading up to Albus?"
"They were killed by Voldermort." Dumbledore had said gravely.
"What?!?!? But how? They were well protected, weren't they?"
"They were, but the Order is now trying to find out how Voldermort pinpointed their whereabouts."
"Didn't they have a daughter. . .Lily? Princess Lillian? And the Squib Princess Petunia? Please tell me they're not dead Albus. At least not Lillian!"
"No, Princess Lily was well hidden in the depths of the castle and Petunia was at a muggle friend's house."
"Thank goodness. But will the Princess be ruling now?" She had asked.. Remembering how she thought the idea was preposterous.
"Not quite yet. When she legally becomes sixteen she will be able to rule. For now, Princess Peridia will rule."
"Peridia was a fine student also, but always living in King Apollo's shadow though."
"True, but I'm sure she'll do a fine job."
"Wait. Isn't Lily turning eleven this year?" She remembered asking with a note of panic.
"Yes, she is and I predict she'll be a fine student." Albus had said with confidence in his voice.
"With parents like her own, how could she not be."
"Very true, but under the respected wishes of herself and her family she will not be known as Princess Lillian Marie Antoinette Elizabeth Evansevelle of Magica , but as Lillian Marie Evans." (A/N: Magica is what I'll call all of the wizarding world in this story. So.)
"Very few people have actually seen the Princess and the Squib Princess so I expect that will work."
"Remember this is just between you and me."
"Of course."
"Very well, then. Excuse me I have a meeting with a Mr. Lupin."
"Yes, of course." She recalled saying, still in a daze.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat said interrupting the young Professor's thoughts.
Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table. Along with many catcalls.
Lily sat down at a seat close to the Head Table and far away from her fellow pupils. She did not take her beautiful emerald eyes off her plate and only looked up if addressed to which was almost always, for the boys of Hogwarts were captivated by her beauty. After a few confrontations, she ignored them all together.
"Oh well isn't this little princess stuck up. Hmm. oh well boys you still have ME!" "Rewitts, Cassandra" said.
"Yes she is a snob, isn't that right Jamesie-Wamesie?" the blonde girl from the boat said to a boy with unruly black hair and hazel eyes.
"Aviva, leave her alone," 'Jamesie-Wamesie' replied quite annoyed. He then went back into deep conversation with the three boys surrounding him.
'I'll have to thank him later,' Lily thought.
Dumbledore stood up to make his yearly announcements.
"Welcome students to another year at Hogwarts. As you can see Professor Armando Dippet is not here with us. As some of you may know he retired last year after teaching at Hogwarts for 69 years. He was recognized for his duties by receiving a Merlin First Class Order. We will miss him dearly though.
Anyway, Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has added Munching Monkeys, Wendelin the Weird Wart Lip Balm, Morgue Marshmallows, and more items to the Forbidden At Hogwarts list. You will be able to find that list outside Mr. Filch's office.
To our new students and a few of our older ones please note that the Forbidden Forest is well forbidden.
I only have one more thing to say to you all. Tuck in." and by the wave of the Headmaster's hands food appeared on every house table.
Many of the first years were in awe.
Lily ate her food quietly by herself. She only consumed a tiny bit of food, then waited to be excused. She kept her head low and made no contact with anyone else. (A/N: Well isn't she quite the secluded caterpillar. Lol. Don't ask.")
'Pah. Look at these mindless individuals. Not a care in the world. Carefree, having fun with their friends, no responsibility at all.' The hidden Princess thought bitterly.
'It's not fair! At all! If I weren't a Princess, if I weren't an Evansevelle, if my parents hadn't died.'
'I don't want to be Queen. I don't want to be Royalty. I don't want to be fawned on for the rest of my life. I don't want to be Princess Lillian Marie Antoinette Elizabeth Evansevelle!' her mind screamed.
"Why me?" she whispered almost completely inaudible.
"What was that Lillian?" "Brooks, Rhiannon." Asked.
Rhiannon was a beautiful specimen. She had ebony black hair in loose curls and sapphire eyes. She had a slender figure and a pure face. Her thin lips and adorable nose completed her beauty.
"Oh, nothing Rhiannon." Lily replied as a miniscule blush ascended onto her cheeks, she had not meant for anyone to hear her.
"Call me Rhi. Everyone else does. Or at least anyone who knows me." 'Rhi' said giving Lily a genuine smile.
Lily smiled back, "Then you may call me Lily. I can't stand Lillian."
Rhiannon laughed. "Can do Lily."
That started a beautiful friendship.
"Ahem. Now that we are all fed and watered a few more notices. Mr. Filch has asked me to remind all students that no magic is allowed between the corridors. Quidditch trials will take place in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing contact Madam Hooch. Thank you. Now, prefects, please lead your houses to their rightful common rooms." The Headmaster instructed.
"Gryffindors this way please." A young woman with curly red hair and brown kind eyes said.
"Arthur, will you hurry up?" The young woman said clearly annoyed.
"Sorry Molly, dear, but Justin has an etiquette muggle device for taking pictures called a coomra." Arthur replied quite excited.
"A camera," Justin corrected.
"Oh yes a camera." Arthur voiced.
"Arthur, what am I going to do with you? We have to lead the Gryffindors to the common room!" Molly responded.
"Oh right of course. Follow us Gryffindors." Arthur notified.
They were headed into a course of stairs, passageways, ladders, etc. They finally arrived at a portrait of a lady in a heavily layered pink dress.
"First years this is 'The Fat Lady' she will allow you in and out of the common room." Molly educated.
"Password, please." The Fat Lady asked.
"Rolling Phoenix." Arthur said.
"You will need the password to enter. The password changes on the First Monday of every month. The new password will be posted in the common room." Molly informed.
They then entered the common room. It was a big cozy room with a fireplace and an assortment of chairs, couches, and tables. There was two set of stairs, presumably leading to the Dormitories.
"Girls Dormitories are to your right and the Boys Dormitories are to your left." Arthur enlightened.
"The common room is a place where you can do homework, hang out, or merely frolic." Molly added.
"Breakfast starts at 7:30 and ends at 8:30 and classes start promptly at 9:00. That's all really. Curfew for 1st years to 4th years is at 10:00. When you get into 5th year curfew is 11:00." Arthur said fulfilling his Head Boy duties.
"We'll allow you first years to explore now. Welcome to Hogwarts." Molly finally added smiling.
(A/N: Yes they ARE the Arthur and Molly Weasley. So.)
"Lily, wanna go to the Dormitories first?" Rhi asked.
"Sure. Might as well see where we'll be sleeping for the next seven years of our lives." Lily replied smiling.
"My thoughts exactly." Rhi said cheerfully.
They climbed up the stairs looking for a door with the 'First Years' sign. They finally found it on the third floor. Upon entering, the girls were awed by the beauty of the room. It was decorated in red and gold. Furnished with five four-posters with deep red velvet curtains, outlined with gold and their rightful trunks at the foot of each bed. There were two bathrooms, one on the right and on the left. Two large windows complete with ruby curtains revealed an ebony sky spotted with bright stars, though they couldn't compete with Dumbledore's sapphire eyes, which twinkled like mad.
"I'm dead tired, I swear. If I close my eyes I'll fall asleep." Lily said yawning for effect.
"Then go to sleep Lily Flower. I'm bloody tired too. Plus that train ride gave me nausea." Rhi said smiling.
"Remind me to put a bucket by your bed then." Lily said chuckling.
"I will." Rhi said dismissing the fact that it was a joke.
Lily rolled her eyes in a joking way.
Rhi fell on her bed and almost instantly muffled snores could be heard. Lily closed Rhi's curtains and sat on her own bed, which was right by the window. She sat Indian-style on the bed sitting towards the beautifully made window.
She looked up at the stars and smiled knowing that her parents were there. And for a moment she forgot all of her worries and troubles. And for that moment her eyes shown a deep emerald. An emerald that has never been seen before. The purest emerald in the world. No fine jeweler could ever find a stone like it. The emerald had shown all the goodness in the world. For Lily was the Princess of the Pure.
The title had never reached Princess Lillian's ears. It was never meant to. Only a selected few knew about this. The Princess of the Pure was a chosen Princess of the Royal Family that only appeared every thousand or more years. The Pure's gift was very rare so only one or two possessed it every nine hundred years. The Pure's gift, no one knew. But the Princess of the Pure was born with the gift. That's the most anyone was ever informed of.
Dumbledore knew from the moment he saw the Princess as a baby she was The Pure. How? Her eyes. Her deep emerald eyes. He chose to not allow the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher to teach the children of it. Princess Lillian knew nothing of this. She was never informed or taught or happened to accidentally overhear that she was The Pure. Nor did she know what the Pure was. And most people intended to keep it that way.
Dumbledore knew though that she would have to be informed sooner or later. When she turned sixteen not only will she become the official Queen of Magica but she will also be purified. Purified is what they call the process when they enforce all of her Pure powers. But for now, Princess Lillian would be unaware of this until she turned fourteen or so.
After her stargazing, Lily closed her curtains and fell into a deep slumber as she had on the train earlier that evening. She dreamed. Dreams of a beautiful maiden with blood red tresses, which curled slightly at the bottom She wore her hair down and it cascaded down her back. She wore a pure white dress and had no shoes. The young maiden had a fair slender figure and a flawless face. With her full red lips and a cute nose it completed her perfection. But overall her best feature was her almond shaped eyes. A vibrant emerald. They looked so pure, happy, and scared at the same time.
She started reciting a string of ancient words and a white light emitted from what seemed to be inside of her, but needed those exact words to be released.
Lily awoke into the dark of the night. Not abruptly, but peacefully. One eye opened and the other followed. She thought for a moment, then fell again into a deep slumber. Resting for the day ahead. . .
A/N: Hey you guys! REVIEW PLEASE! I really like this story, but I won't go on unless I get reviews! Most of you may know me for my humor so there will be funny stuff in the chapters to come. Sorry there wasn't a lot of James and the Marauders but I wanted you to get to know Lily and Rhiannon a little better. I'm not going to bring up the Pure thing until the fourth or fifth chapter unless one of the teachers want to discuss it. If you're reading Internet Chat I'll update that one sometime this week. I'm not too fond of that story right now. Don't ask. Well I really like the plot of this story. And I LOVE reviews. So. ::hint hint:: ::nudge nudge:: lol! Whoa eight pages. That's like the most I've ever written and posted.
Lots of Love, Ally~ 'Embrace a chicken.'
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