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Beginnings: Chapter 1
"Just because you don't like me, Potter, doesn't mean I'm the scum of the
earth," Sirius Black said coldly from the squishy armchair by the fire.
James Potter was angry at being denied what he wanted. He was not used to
being refused.
"James, grow up and find another chair," came a voice from next to
Sirius.
Lara Brown in the chair the had completely engulfed her when she leaned
back. She was so small she could be mistaken for a child much younger
than eleven.
"Well if it isn't the Little Liar," James sneered. "Stay out of this."
"Or what? You'll go tell your mummy on me?" Lara asked, her eyes wide and
questioning.
Her gaze turned toward the sandy-haired boy standing nervously behind
James. He was obviously uncomfortable with how James was acting, but also
didn't want to say anything. Their eyes locked and Lara looked puzzled
for a moment, then said, "James has a few things to learn about
prejudice, don't you think Remus?"
Remus swallowed nervously as James looked over his shoulder at him.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," he stuttered.
"Of course you don't," Lara said sarcastically, then turned her eyes back
to James. "If I were you, and I'm glad I'm not, I 'd learn not to take
things at face value. Just because I had a reserved seat in the Slytheirn
compartment doesn't mean I'm one of them. Have you ever heard of the
Sorting Hat making a mistake?"
"No," James replied confidently, "but I've seen it. And they're sitting
right in front of me!"
"So this is how the kind, decent, fair-hearted wizards are," Lara said,
sneering, as she rose and stood in front of him. It was comical,
actually, to see them, she had to tip her head all the way back to look
him in the face. "They're so gracious and good...to their own kind! They
don't consider us evil, black-hearted people to be capable of any good!
Well, two "mistakes" the sorting hat made are living proof that family
isn't everything! And so are you! Your sister--"
"Don't drag my sister into this," James yelled.
"I can and I will," Lara matched his yell with her own. "She is one of
the most decent and fair witches I have ever met! She became my friend,
even with my family's history! I would expect you to be like her! But
you're not! You are one of the lowest pieces of scum this lousy world has
to offer!" Then, taking a steadying breath and lowering her voice, she
added. "Goodnight," and went to bed.
---
The next morning, as Lara sat with Sierra Potter and Lily Evans at
breakfast, she saw James and Remus walk up to Sirius and begin a civil
conversation.
"Thank goodness," Lara breathed.
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A/N: Blond doesn't like the title but doesn't have any better ideas, will
you help?
-Brunette
Beginnings: Chapter 1
"Just because you don't like me, Potter, doesn't mean I'm the scum of the
earth," Sirius Black said coldly from the squishy armchair by the fire.
James Potter was angry at being denied what he wanted. He was not used to
being refused.
"James, grow up and find another chair," came a voice from next to
Sirius.
Lara Brown in the chair the had completely engulfed her when she leaned
back. She was so small she could be mistaken for a child much younger
than eleven.
"Well if it isn't the Little Liar," James sneered. "Stay out of this."
"Or what? You'll go tell your mummy on me?" Lara asked, her eyes wide and
questioning.
Her gaze turned toward the sandy-haired boy standing nervously behind
James. He was obviously uncomfortable with how James was acting, but also
didn't want to say anything. Their eyes locked and Lara looked puzzled
for a moment, then said, "James has a few things to learn about
prejudice, don't you think Remus?"
Remus swallowed nervously as James looked over his shoulder at him.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," he stuttered.
"Of course you don't," Lara said sarcastically, then turned her eyes back
to James. "If I were you, and I'm glad I'm not, I 'd learn not to take
things at face value. Just because I had a reserved seat in the Slytheirn
compartment doesn't mean I'm one of them. Have you ever heard of the
Sorting Hat making a mistake?"
"No," James replied confidently, "but I've seen it. And they're sitting
right in front of me!"
"So this is how the kind, decent, fair-hearted wizards are," Lara said,
sneering, as she rose and stood in front of him. It was comical,
actually, to see them, she had to tip her head all the way back to look
him in the face. "They're so gracious and good...to their own kind! They
don't consider us evil, black-hearted people to be capable of any good!
Well, two "mistakes" the sorting hat made are living proof that family
isn't everything! And so are you! Your sister--"
"Don't drag my sister into this," James yelled.
"I can and I will," Lara matched his yell with her own. "She is one of
the most decent and fair witches I have ever met! She became my friend,
even with my family's history! I would expect you to be like her! But
you're not! You are one of the lowest pieces of scum this lousy world has
to offer!" Then, taking a steadying breath and lowering her voice, she
added. "Goodnight," and went to bed.
---
The next morning, as Lara sat with Sierra Potter and Lily Evans at
breakfast, she saw James and Remus walk up to Sirius and begin a civil
conversation.
"Thank goodness," Lara breathed.
---
A/N: Blond doesn't like the title but doesn't have any better ideas, will
you help?
-Brunette