Hi! Thanks for coming back to my fiction. It's much appreciated. I tried
to make this one a little longer. My last one was very short, but thats
OK! Thansk to all the reviewers, especially the ones who don't know where I
live, because those are the only ones who did the reviewing of their own
free will
-malicious grin-
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It was the first day of winter, a brisk day, the kind that always gave Lily chills up and down her spine. Luckily, she was indoors at this moment, and wrapped in a thick, cozy cloak.
It was her first class of the day, Potions. It wasn't that bad of a class and Professor Rochester wasn't that bad of a teacher. It was the Slytherins and how her fellow Gryffindors treated them that Lily couldn't stand. Why the authorities of Hogwarts had chosen to place the two houses that hated each other most was beyond her. There were so many prejudices between the rival houses. To Slytherins, Gryffindors were muggle-lovers who weren't fit to lick the scum from their shoes. To (most) Gryffindors, Slytherins were dark-arts obsessed slimy creatures that must have squirmed out from the bottom of the lake while they had their backs turned. The only exception to this perpetuating hate was the angelic Gryffindor with herself, Lily Evans.
On this particularly nippy day, Professor Rochester was rambling on about something she had covered many times, most likely for the benefit of certain Gryffindors who never seemed to pay attention. Namely, James Potter, Sirius Black, And Peter Pettigrew. They were the marauders themselves, or at least three out of four of them. The terrors of the school. Pranksters to every student who happened to pass them in the halls. Their exploits even made Peeves, the school Poltergeist who had been around as long as anyone could remember, green with envy, that is if its even possible for a translucent figure to become green. Of course, like all great bullies in their prime, they had narrowed down their victims to one singular socially-astray prey.
"And, as some of you seem to be forgetting," Professor Rochester shot a rather grave look directly at Sirius, "if you stir the mixture clockwise, it will lead to very die circumstances, as Mr. Black has demonstrated by the many mishaps attributed to his name." She spoke in her normal, matter- of-factly tone.
As it turned out, she had a right to as Professor Rochester was considered in her day one of the top potions experts in all of Europe. "If it weren't for that bloody American", as Rochester once put it, she'd have claimed the top spot in the world.
"Well Professor, I just can't help but try and set a positive example. After all there are some people in her who don't even know how to make a simple fire just to get out of class." His eyes darted to Lily, along with another rather pale looking student in the corner of the class.
"Well, you'll have to learn to refrain yourself Mr. Black. I'm sure the young scholars could do without your guidance." She glanced swiftly at the clock on the wall. It was no ordinary clock, as it was enchanted to point to not what time it was, but what the owner, Professor Rochester, was expected to be doing at that moment. At this moment, its hand was directed at 'Dismiss Class'
With an aggravated sigh at not accomplishing what she had set out to do this class, she waved her wand, muttering under her breath a simple spell and the door at the back of the classroom swayed open. "Alright then class, you are dismissed. Please remember to write your homework, a twelve- inch essay on the uses of werewolf fang and its dark arts origins." The professor sincerely doubted that the students had head a word of what she said. They filed out of the room rather quickly, almost toppling over one another as they went.
Only one student was remaining, a smug looking Gryffindor. To be honest, this Gryffindor was not only smug looking, but also rather handsome. His hair semi-long raven black hair fell over his eyes with a casual elegance that was quite uncommon to the students of Hogwarts. Being the shallow creatures we are, this boy was not lacking in admirers. He also had a sort of mischievous grin that made quite a few hearts melt with a single gleam.
There he sat, at his own desk, deeply concentrating on what seemed to be some sort of plan. Furiously, he used his quill to scratch something out, as he mumbled a few inaudible lines. After a few moments he lifted his head to find the professor glaring menacingly at him. Sirius, being the clown he was, grinned with extreme solidity.
"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that all students were to exit the classroom, unless of course they were asked to stay after by me to help me with something, or are in need of some help. Now, knowing you and the marks you usually receive, Mr. Black, I think I can safely assume that you are in desperate need of some assistance," her eyebrows shot up as she eyed the paper he had been scribbling on, "and I just KNOW that this paper," A long bony finger tapped on the parchment, " does not contain anything that could be against the very strict Hogwarts rules, such as. a menacing plot against a fellow student, perhaps?"
"Actually Professor," He replied with a dashing smirk, "I think I'm doing positively splendidly in class. And, as for this paper, it's completely blank. See?" He held up the paper for her to see and hark! It was completely blank!
Professor Rochester blinked several times. But, she had just seen him writing. How could this be possible. Her lips mumbled random blabber as she slowly turned around and stumbled back to her desk, completely oblivious of Sirius's sniggering. He swept up his books and strutted out of the room in his usual egotistical manner.
Of course, the paper was not blank, it never had been. He had just cast a simple charm on it to make it appear blank to all eyes but his. One would think that the highly praised Professor would be a tad sharper than this, but it may be true when they say that geniuses lack the most minute amount of common sense. What it did contain, however, was precisely what Professor Rochester had predicted, a devious plan to humiliate none other than Sirius's favorite target, Severus Snape, AKA Snivellykins.
Once upon a Saturday Lily Evans was sitting outside, despite the cold weather and snow, in the company of Mr. James Potter. In between the pair sat a medium-sized cauldron, which was bubbling with an odd shade of magenta.
Lily sighed and gently slapped away James's wrist as he reached for the wrong ingredient. "Bugger James! I don't know how many times I've told you, you have to add the morning glory extract before you add the dragon scales!" She was quite appalled at his lack of care in the matter. An hour out in the cold and they still hadn't made a bit of progress.
"I know, I know.but, what I don't know is why in the hell are we out in this weather?"
She just rolled her eyes. It seemed James hadn't heard a word of her twenty minute lecture on the necessity of cold temperatures for the potion they were preparing.
"James, you're just begging for bad marks in potions, aren't you?" Her eyes glared at him ferociously as if she was about to attack. "If I hadn't agreed to tutor you, you- well, I don't know what you'd do. Cheat probably." she added in a more subdued, but frustrated tone.
"Oh relax, Tiger Lily," James whispered as he stroked her striped Gryffindor scarf. "I assure you, I've learned enough from your m-"
"Mudblood ways?" A cruel voice chimed in. The voice belonged to Miss Daniel Pierce, a formerly sweet Gryffindor who had turned away from her muggle-friendly circle of companions in favor of more.pure associations. "I have to say, James, I agree whole heartedly." She twitched her nostrils in a manner that implied she had detected a rather foul odor.
James seemed as if he was ready to implode. His neck was strained and his eyes were focused. His left ear wiggled in the most curious manner, as they had a tendency to do when he was enraged. "Danielle, if you think for-"
"Calm down James. If Danielle here wishes to express her beliefs she may do so. I just can't promise I'll be there to listen." She pulled herself up slowly, shaking off a few stray flakes as she went and pulling her scarf a tad tighter around her neck. "James, be a dear and bring the cauldron in when your done conversing with your friend." Quite a bit of sarcasm could be detected in her mood.
Lily strolled inside the castle as if nothing had happened, but once she was out of site she let out of string of curses from under her breath.
Mudblood.such a disgraceful word it was. The eight letters would plague Lily for her Hogwarts life and beyond. Pureblood wizards of old had spawned the hatred for muggle-borns and it has yet to falter of die. In a world where even her former best friend could be so cruel and use the unjust word, how would Lily live?
In all her thoughts about her least favorite nickname, (Mudblood, not Tiger Lily as James had always called her after he got over his 'Evans' phase) she failed to notice her fellow distracted student galloping down the hall. It was a beautifully clichéd collision which sent both of them falling to the ground along with a number of scattered objects.
"Er.Sorry 'bout that Evans," Sirius Black's smooth voice sliced through the awkward silent spell, "It seems you weren't paying attention."
Lily blinked at him for a moment. Sirius somehow had been able to amaze her with his egotism, yet again. "I'm so sure, Sirius."
"Yeah, well, I'm in a bit of a rush, you know. Can't keep my fan club waiting." He stopped a moment to wink at her mischievously. "Have you seen James anywhere?"
"He's outside somewhere." she shrugged. A slight frown line appeared on her brow as she discovered the identity of the fallen objects. They included a book dubbed Charms For the Ages. "Why are you looking for him?" She was becoming suspicious there could only be one reason why Sirius would be reading a charms book.
"Because I want to snog him silly, Lily. He's my best mate! What do you think?" He exclaimed as he began his sprint down the halls.
Lily giggled a bit. "Ah Sirius, when will you ever learn?" She mumbled in afterthought to no one in particular.
A/N Ok this last part was originally chapter three but then I realized that it was wayyyyyy too short. So I combined the second and third chapter Hopefully this'll mean that peoples interest will be kept well better. The new chapter three will be up as soon as I figure out what prank Sirius shall pull.
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It was the first day of winter, a brisk day, the kind that always gave Lily chills up and down her spine. Luckily, she was indoors at this moment, and wrapped in a thick, cozy cloak.
It was her first class of the day, Potions. It wasn't that bad of a class and Professor Rochester wasn't that bad of a teacher. It was the Slytherins and how her fellow Gryffindors treated them that Lily couldn't stand. Why the authorities of Hogwarts had chosen to place the two houses that hated each other most was beyond her. There were so many prejudices between the rival houses. To Slytherins, Gryffindors were muggle-lovers who weren't fit to lick the scum from their shoes. To (most) Gryffindors, Slytherins were dark-arts obsessed slimy creatures that must have squirmed out from the bottom of the lake while they had their backs turned. The only exception to this perpetuating hate was the angelic Gryffindor with herself, Lily Evans.
On this particularly nippy day, Professor Rochester was rambling on about something she had covered many times, most likely for the benefit of certain Gryffindors who never seemed to pay attention. Namely, James Potter, Sirius Black, And Peter Pettigrew. They were the marauders themselves, or at least three out of four of them. The terrors of the school. Pranksters to every student who happened to pass them in the halls. Their exploits even made Peeves, the school Poltergeist who had been around as long as anyone could remember, green with envy, that is if its even possible for a translucent figure to become green. Of course, like all great bullies in their prime, they had narrowed down their victims to one singular socially-astray prey.
"And, as some of you seem to be forgetting," Professor Rochester shot a rather grave look directly at Sirius, "if you stir the mixture clockwise, it will lead to very die circumstances, as Mr. Black has demonstrated by the many mishaps attributed to his name." She spoke in her normal, matter- of-factly tone.
As it turned out, she had a right to as Professor Rochester was considered in her day one of the top potions experts in all of Europe. "If it weren't for that bloody American", as Rochester once put it, she'd have claimed the top spot in the world.
"Well Professor, I just can't help but try and set a positive example. After all there are some people in her who don't even know how to make a simple fire just to get out of class." His eyes darted to Lily, along with another rather pale looking student in the corner of the class.
"Well, you'll have to learn to refrain yourself Mr. Black. I'm sure the young scholars could do without your guidance." She glanced swiftly at the clock on the wall. It was no ordinary clock, as it was enchanted to point to not what time it was, but what the owner, Professor Rochester, was expected to be doing at that moment. At this moment, its hand was directed at 'Dismiss Class'
With an aggravated sigh at not accomplishing what she had set out to do this class, she waved her wand, muttering under her breath a simple spell and the door at the back of the classroom swayed open. "Alright then class, you are dismissed. Please remember to write your homework, a twelve- inch essay on the uses of werewolf fang and its dark arts origins." The professor sincerely doubted that the students had head a word of what she said. They filed out of the room rather quickly, almost toppling over one another as they went.
Only one student was remaining, a smug looking Gryffindor. To be honest, this Gryffindor was not only smug looking, but also rather handsome. His hair semi-long raven black hair fell over his eyes with a casual elegance that was quite uncommon to the students of Hogwarts. Being the shallow creatures we are, this boy was not lacking in admirers. He also had a sort of mischievous grin that made quite a few hearts melt with a single gleam.
There he sat, at his own desk, deeply concentrating on what seemed to be some sort of plan. Furiously, he used his quill to scratch something out, as he mumbled a few inaudible lines. After a few moments he lifted his head to find the professor glaring menacingly at him. Sirius, being the clown he was, grinned with extreme solidity.
"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that all students were to exit the classroom, unless of course they were asked to stay after by me to help me with something, or are in need of some help. Now, knowing you and the marks you usually receive, Mr. Black, I think I can safely assume that you are in desperate need of some assistance," her eyebrows shot up as she eyed the paper he had been scribbling on, "and I just KNOW that this paper," A long bony finger tapped on the parchment, " does not contain anything that could be against the very strict Hogwarts rules, such as. a menacing plot against a fellow student, perhaps?"
"Actually Professor," He replied with a dashing smirk, "I think I'm doing positively splendidly in class. And, as for this paper, it's completely blank. See?" He held up the paper for her to see and hark! It was completely blank!
Professor Rochester blinked several times. But, she had just seen him writing. How could this be possible. Her lips mumbled random blabber as she slowly turned around and stumbled back to her desk, completely oblivious of Sirius's sniggering. He swept up his books and strutted out of the room in his usual egotistical manner.
Of course, the paper was not blank, it never had been. He had just cast a simple charm on it to make it appear blank to all eyes but his. One would think that the highly praised Professor would be a tad sharper than this, but it may be true when they say that geniuses lack the most minute amount of common sense. What it did contain, however, was precisely what Professor Rochester had predicted, a devious plan to humiliate none other than Sirius's favorite target, Severus Snape, AKA Snivellykins.
Once upon a Saturday Lily Evans was sitting outside, despite the cold weather and snow, in the company of Mr. James Potter. In between the pair sat a medium-sized cauldron, which was bubbling with an odd shade of magenta.
Lily sighed and gently slapped away James's wrist as he reached for the wrong ingredient. "Bugger James! I don't know how many times I've told you, you have to add the morning glory extract before you add the dragon scales!" She was quite appalled at his lack of care in the matter. An hour out in the cold and they still hadn't made a bit of progress.
"I know, I know.but, what I don't know is why in the hell are we out in this weather?"
She just rolled her eyes. It seemed James hadn't heard a word of her twenty minute lecture on the necessity of cold temperatures for the potion they were preparing.
"James, you're just begging for bad marks in potions, aren't you?" Her eyes glared at him ferociously as if she was about to attack. "If I hadn't agreed to tutor you, you- well, I don't know what you'd do. Cheat probably." she added in a more subdued, but frustrated tone.
"Oh relax, Tiger Lily," James whispered as he stroked her striped Gryffindor scarf. "I assure you, I've learned enough from your m-"
"Mudblood ways?" A cruel voice chimed in. The voice belonged to Miss Daniel Pierce, a formerly sweet Gryffindor who had turned away from her muggle-friendly circle of companions in favor of more.pure associations. "I have to say, James, I agree whole heartedly." She twitched her nostrils in a manner that implied she had detected a rather foul odor.
James seemed as if he was ready to implode. His neck was strained and his eyes were focused. His left ear wiggled in the most curious manner, as they had a tendency to do when he was enraged. "Danielle, if you think for-"
"Calm down James. If Danielle here wishes to express her beliefs she may do so. I just can't promise I'll be there to listen." She pulled herself up slowly, shaking off a few stray flakes as she went and pulling her scarf a tad tighter around her neck. "James, be a dear and bring the cauldron in when your done conversing with your friend." Quite a bit of sarcasm could be detected in her mood.
Lily strolled inside the castle as if nothing had happened, but once she was out of site she let out of string of curses from under her breath.
Mudblood.such a disgraceful word it was. The eight letters would plague Lily for her Hogwarts life and beyond. Pureblood wizards of old had spawned the hatred for muggle-borns and it has yet to falter of die. In a world where even her former best friend could be so cruel and use the unjust word, how would Lily live?
In all her thoughts about her least favorite nickname, (Mudblood, not Tiger Lily as James had always called her after he got over his 'Evans' phase) she failed to notice her fellow distracted student galloping down the hall. It was a beautifully clichéd collision which sent both of them falling to the ground along with a number of scattered objects.
"Er.Sorry 'bout that Evans," Sirius Black's smooth voice sliced through the awkward silent spell, "It seems you weren't paying attention."
Lily blinked at him for a moment. Sirius somehow had been able to amaze her with his egotism, yet again. "I'm so sure, Sirius."
"Yeah, well, I'm in a bit of a rush, you know. Can't keep my fan club waiting." He stopped a moment to wink at her mischievously. "Have you seen James anywhere?"
"He's outside somewhere." she shrugged. A slight frown line appeared on her brow as she discovered the identity of the fallen objects. They included a book dubbed Charms For the Ages. "Why are you looking for him?" She was becoming suspicious there could only be one reason why Sirius would be reading a charms book.
"Because I want to snog him silly, Lily. He's my best mate! What do you think?" He exclaimed as he began his sprint down the halls.
Lily giggled a bit. "Ah Sirius, when will you ever learn?" She mumbled in afterthought to no one in particular.
A/N Ok this last part was originally chapter three but then I realized that it was wayyyyyy too short. So I combined the second and third chapter Hopefully this'll mean that peoples interest will be kept well better. The new chapter three will be up as soon as I figure out what prank Sirius shall pull.