The Beginning Of Something Good
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. We all know that. ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 3: Into the Future
The first thing James Potter noticed when he woke up was Sirius Black, holding a pillow over his face. "Hey! Okay, okay, I'm up! For heavens' sake, Black, what was that for?"
"You really need to hear this, James! Remember that girl from the train? Name of Lily? The one we marked as a prissy goody two-shoes?" Sirius was clearly very excited.
"Yeah, why?" James said sleepily, for he was still rather groggy.
"I think we may have marked her wrong, more than a little," Sirius was now bouncing up and down on the end of James' bed. James just looked at him quizzically. "This morning, some 4th years found her laying on the couch, wrapped up around a boy."
"WHAT!" James had guessed that Lily was a cute, shy, moralistic, prissy girl. She didn't seem to have many friends, but he'd always thought well of her. She seemed to think that the majority of male teenagers either had no brains or were some form of criminal. She acted downright scared of him and Sirius, but Remus seemed to have reached her. James thought she was cute, but would be about the last person in the world to do something like that in first year.
"Oh, come now, don't you even want to know who she was found with?" Asked Sirius hyperactively, he waited for a response and, getting none, told him anyway "She was found with Remus!"
This triggered a stream of very colourful words, all highly inappropriate for an eleven-year-old, not to mention unprintable; to come from James' mouth as he sprinted toward the common room. Sirius followed, seeming to find this extremely funny.
The scene they found in the common room was rather strange. Lily and Remus were sitting on the couch, Lily turned toward Remus and bawling into his shoulder while Remus attempted to multitask, alternately comforting Lily and trying to cuss at and hex the jeering circle of spectators. It seemed that half the spectators were laughing at them, and half were angry or upset. Those upset appeared to believe that Remus had tried to, and possibly succeeded at, taking advantage of Lily.
"You imbeciles! Did it not occur to you that I might look a little bit happier if anything had happened?" Shouted Remus, shaking with rage.
"Than why is she so upset?" Asked an onlooker.
"Because all of you are accusing her of being a bloody prostitute!" Bellowed Remus.
"That's it," muttered James, "When they make Remus yell, they've gone too far, SILENCIO!" He shouted. This had very little effect, considering that James hadn't even been able to get a crow to quit cawing, but it did get the group's attention.
"Now, then, just one question for all of you. Where did you get those sick little minds obviously residing in your heads? You do realize that you're talking about two FIRST YEAR STUDENTS? Meaning that they are eleven years old! What makes you think that they're even capable of something like that? Remus Lupin is the most trustworthy person I know, except maybe Lily Evans, so if they're both telling you something, you can be pretty sure it's true. Now, I suggest that you listen to them. They can probably explain why they were found this morning in that rather, er, compromising position," James stormed this all out very quickly and very loudly. The crowd, slightly shocked at being told off by a first-year, mutely turned their attention to Remus and Lily. Remus opened his mouth to speak, but Lily stopped him, insisting that it would be easier if she told them herself.
"The truth, in its entirety is that Remus found me sitting here crying yesterday evening. The reason that I was crying was that I had just received word that my grandmother had died. Remus, being kind and considerate, unlike all of you, sat there and listened to me talk myself out. After I had cried all I could, even though I was sleepy, I stayed here, because I didn't really feel like facing my roommates. After I had fallen asleep, Remus couldn't have brought be back to my dormitory because of the spell on the staircase, and didn't have the heart to wake me up, so he just sat here, until, in time, he fell asleep too. And that's how you found us," Lily finished, remarkably composedly for someone whose reputation was on the line.
"And her reputation shouldn't be tainted because she cried herself to sleep on her best friend's shoulder," added James.
"And I strongly suggest that all of you make your way to breakfast immediately," said Professor McGonagall, whom nobody had noticed until she had spoken. "And the three of you," she said pointing to Remus, Lily, and James, "Come with me to my office."
(A/N: Let's see, shall I be the evil demon author and leave you there, or not, hm? Okay, I'll be nice and finish the year off.)
"Miss Evans, Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, it has come to my attention that you were involved in some sort of shouting match this morning. Would you care to explain?" she asked sternly. Lily explained what had happened calmly, and when she had finished, McGonagall seemed mildly surprised, but not nearly as shocked as they would have expected. "Very well then, Miss Evans, twenty points to Gryffindor for enduring ridicule, Mr. Lupin, twenty points for enduring ridicule, and Mr. Potter, fifteen points to Gryffindor for defending your friends in time of need. The three of you may now go down to breakfast."
Lily breathed a sigh of relief as she walked down to the Great Hall. She felt rather ill, so she drank some pumpkin juice, but ate nothing. It was Saturday, so at least she didn't have to deal with classes. "She's gone. I don't believe it." She muttered to herself as she walked toward the library.
"Talking to yourself again, mudblood?" sneered Lucius Malfoy.
"If, I was, I wouldn't tell you, now, would I?" Lily sneered right back, drawing her wand.
"Oh, put that thing away, I wouldn't waste my precious time and energy on the likes of you." Malfoy, a rather hefty Slytherin first year, was still sneering.
"Get out of my way, Malfoy, I haven't got the time or energy to put up with you, and you and I both know I can hex you into oblivion before you can say uncle. Why don't you just waddle back into the swamp you crawled out of," Lily snapped. (A/N: there's that little bit of attitude again.)
Malfoy, out of ideas, slunk off down the hall, and Lily, smirking, headed towards the common room.
^___^ ^____^ ^____^
It was nearly the end of the school year. Lily was happy that exams were over, happy to be going to see her parents again, after ten long months, but sad to leave her new friends, Remus, James, and Sirius. She was definitely not looking forward to seeing Petunia and her boyfriend, Vernon Dursley. She was sitting at the edge of the lake, thinking about the events of the year, good and bad, and dreading seeing her sister again. She looked at the crystal clear tranquil water and wondered what her future held, a common question among young girls. Deciding that it was pointless to sit here sulking, Lily went back to her dorm to pack. Regardless of how she felt, she had to be on that train the next morning.
The end of term feast was, as all Hogwarts feasts were, spectacular, but Lily couldn't shake the feeling of dread at seeing her sister again. The same sister who thought that she was a freak. The same sister who used to be Lily's best friend and sole confidante. All the same, Lily got on the scarlet steam engine with the rest of the school, and sat in the same compartment as her best, really her only, friends, Remus, James and Sirius. She had decided that she would not permit herself to cry, giving the three boys reason to believe in feminine weakness. But she had a very hard time of it.
Lily got off the train, and said her quiet good-byes to the boys and headed off to find her family. Petunia, she noticed was conspicuously absent, frankly, she wasn't surprised. One of Mrs. Evans' personality quirks was her tendency to greet people as though they'd been gone several decades, versus, a week. Mr. Evans, on the other hand, immediately began questioning Lily about the three boys he'd seen her hugging. Lily sighed, she was home, it wasn't ideal, but she'd cope.
(A/N: Okay, there's chapter 3 down. Now I'm at a bit of a loss on the following topics and could use some advice:
Pairings: Lily/James, Lily/Remus, or both?
Should I write about the summer, or just skip right to second year? Ponder ponder ponder.
Should I even bother to include Peter?
Okay, that's it, advice welcome and appreciated.
~~GirlOfTheBlueFiresOfNever~~)
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. We all know that. ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 3: Into the Future
The first thing James Potter noticed when he woke up was Sirius Black, holding a pillow over his face. "Hey! Okay, okay, I'm up! For heavens' sake, Black, what was that for?"
"You really need to hear this, James! Remember that girl from the train? Name of Lily? The one we marked as a prissy goody two-shoes?" Sirius was clearly very excited.
"Yeah, why?" James said sleepily, for he was still rather groggy.
"I think we may have marked her wrong, more than a little," Sirius was now bouncing up and down on the end of James' bed. James just looked at him quizzically. "This morning, some 4th years found her laying on the couch, wrapped up around a boy."
"WHAT!" James had guessed that Lily was a cute, shy, moralistic, prissy girl. She didn't seem to have many friends, but he'd always thought well of her. She seemed to think that the majority of male teenagers either had no brains or were some form of criminal. She acted downright scared of him and Sirius, but Remus seemed to have reached her. James thought she was cute, but would be about the last person in the world to do something like that in first year.
"Oh, come now, don't you even want to know who she was found with?" Asked Sirius hyperactively, he waited for a response and, getting none, told him anyway "She was found with Remus!"
This triggered a stream of very colourful words, all highly inappropriate for an eleven-year-old, not to mention unprintable; to come from James' mouth as he sprinted toward the common room. Sirius followed, seeming to find this extremely funny.
The scene they found in the common room was rather strange. Lily and Remus were sitting on the couch, Lily turned toward Remus and bawling into his shoulder while Remus attempted to multitask, alternately comforting Lily and trying to cuss at and hex the jeering circle of spectators. It seemed that half the spectators were laughing at them, and half were angry or upset. Those upset appeared to believe that Remus had tried to, and possibly succeeded at, taking advantage of Lily.
"You imbeciles! Did it not occur to you that I might look a little bit happier if anything had happened?" Shouted Remus, shaking with rage.
"Than why is she so upset?" Asked an onlooker.
"Because all of you are accusing her of being a bloody prostitute!" Bellowed Remus.
"That's it," muttered James, "When they make Remus yell, they've gone too far, SILENCIO!" He shouted. This had very little effect, considering that James hadn't even been able to get a crow to quit cawing, but it did get the group's attention.
"Now, then, just one question for all of you. Where did you get those sick little minds obviously residing in your heads? You do realize that you're talking about two FIRST YEAR STUDENTS? Meaning that they are eleven years old! What makes you think that they're even capable of something like that? Remus Lupin is the most trustworthy person I know, except maybe Lily Evans, so if they're both telling you something, you can be pretty sure it's true. Now, I suggest that you listen to them. They can probably explain why they were found this morning in that rather, er, compromising position," James stormed this all out very quickly and very loudly. The crowd, slightly shocked at being told off by a first-year, mutely turned their attention to Remus and Lily. Remus opened his mouth to speak, but Lily stopped him, insisting that it would be easier if she told them herself.
"The truth, in its entirety is that Remus found me sitting here crying yesterday evening. The reason that I was crying was that I had just received word that my grandmother had died. Remus, being kind and considerate, unlike all of you, sat there and listened to me talk myself out. After I had cried all I could, even though I was sleepy, I stayed here, because I didn't really feel like facing my roommates. After I had fallen asleep, Remus couldn't have brought be back to my dormitory because of the spell on the staircase, and didn't have the heart to wake me up, so he just sat here, until, in time, he fell asleep too. And that's how you found us," Lily finished, remarkably composedly for someone whose reputation was on the line.
"And her reputation shouldn't be tainted because she cried herself to sleep on her best friend's shoulder," added James.
"And I strongly suggest that all of you make your way to breakfast immediately," said Professor McGonagall, whom nobody had noticed until she had spoken. "And the three of you," she said pointing to Remus, Lily, and James, "Come with me to my office."
(A/N: Let's see, shall I be the evil demon author and leave you there, or not, hm? Okay, I'll be nice and finish the year off.)
"Miss Evans, Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, it has come to my attention that you were involved in some sort of shouting match this morning. Would you care to explain?" she asked sternly. Lily explained what had happened calmly, and when she had finished, McGonagall seemed mildly surprised, but not nearly as shocked as they would have expected. "Very well then, Miss Evans, twenty points to Gryffindor for enduring ridicule, Mr. Lupin, twenty points for enduring ridicule, and Mr. Potter, fifteen points to Gryffindor for defending your friends in time of need. The three of you may now go down to breakfast."
Lily breathed a sigh of relief as she walked down to the Great Hall. She felt rather ill, so she drank some pumpkin juice, but ate nothing. It was Saturday, so at least she didn't have to deal with classes. "She's gone. I don't believe it." She muttered to herself as she walked toward the library.
"Talking to yourself again, mudblood?" sneered Lucius Malfoy.
"If, I was, I wouldn't tell you, now, would I?" Lily sneered right back, drawing her wand.
"Oh, put that thing away, I wouldn't waste my precious time and energy on the likes of you." Malfoy, a rather hefty Slytherin first year, was still sneering.
"Get out of my way, Malfoy, I haven't got the time or energy to put up with you, and you and I both know I can hex you into oblivion before you can say uncle. Why don't you just waddle back into the swamp you crawled out of," Lily snapped. (A/N: there's that little bit of attitude again.)
Malfoy, out of ideas, slunk off down the hall, and Lily, smirking, headed towards the common room.
^___^ ^____^ ^____^
It was nearly the end of the school year. Lily was happy that exams were over, happy to be going to see her parents again, after ten long months, but sad to leave her new friends, Remus, James, and Sirius. She was definitely not looking forward to seeing Petunia and her boyfriend, Vernon Dursley. She was sitting at the edge of the lake, thinking about the events of the year, good and bad, and dreading seeing her sister again. She looked at the crystal clear tranquil water and wondered what her future held, a common question among young girls. Deciding that it was pointless to sit here sulking, Lily went back to her dorm to pack. Regardless of how she felt, she had to be on that train the next morning.
The end of term feast was, as all Hogwarts feasts were, spectacular, but Lily couldn't shake the feeling of dread at seeing her sister again. The same sister who thought that she was a freak. The same sister who used to be Lily's best friend and sole confidante. All the same, Lily got on the scarlet steam engine with the rest of the school, and sat in the same compartment as her best, really her only, friends, Remus, James and Sirius. She had decided that she would not permit herself to cry, giving the three boys reason to believe in feminine weakness. But she had a very hard time of it.
Lily got off the train, and said her quiet good-byes to the boys and headed off to find her family. Petunia, she noticed was conspicuously absent, frankly, she wasn't surprised. One of Mrs. Evans' personality quirks was her tendency to greet people as though they'd been gone several decades, versus, a week. Mr. Evans, on the other hand, immediately began questioning Lily about the three boys he'd seen her hugging. Lily sighed, she was home, it wasn't ideal, but she'd cope.
(A/N: Okay, there's chapter 3 down. Now I'm at a bit of a loss on the following topics and could use some advice:
Pairings: Lily/James, Lily/Remus, or both?
Should I write about the summer, or just skip right to second year? Ponder ponder ponder.
Should I even bother to include Peter?
Okay, that's it, advice welcome and appreciated.
~~GirlOfTheBlueFiresOfNever~~)