Salt Lick
Chapter 8- 3rd Life
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Plain and Simple.
(A/N: I always like to start off my chapters with an author's note. I have read many author's notes where the author thanks the reviewers one by one with a statement for each. However I am too lazy to do so, so I will merely thank all of you as a whole. Thank you for all of your praise, criticism, and support. Next story, for there will be a next, will be even better. Quite frankly, I see much room for improvement. However, not to take myself meanly, I will state that for a 1rst fic...I don't think I did so bad...Chapter 8...)
Lily's new identity:
Janie Downes. A deaf, mute from Sussex. Unable to come at the beginning of year due to bad case of pneumonia and weak lungs. Frizzy blonde hair, and pale blue watery eyes. Placed in Hufflepuff.
Lily felt like crying so was so let down. She was deaf, mute, ugly, and in a house full of ditzes who hated her. She wasn't really deaf, she could hear, but Professor Dumbledore had put an anti-talking spell on her. In case she talked in her sleep or something. And to top it all off, she had strict orders to not associate with any of her friends in case they found anything out. Her life was on the line after all. Personally, Lily or Janie now, would have rather had her friends and risked her life. After all, if she died she could be with her dad.
In class, the translator was out again. Lily Evans could hear fine, but Janie Downes needed the translator obviously.
Lily disliked Hufflepuff to the depths of her being. Not all of them were bad of course, the nice ones promptly tried to make friends, but were disappointed when she didn't try to communicate at all, and promptly forgot about her. She would have liked to have made acquaintance, to the best of her ability, but she couldn't make any tight relationships with anyone. She ate at the farthest end of the Hufflepuff table, and since the Hufflepuff table was stationed in the corner, she was also in the shadows. She wore her uniform plain, no personality showing, went straight to and from classes, skipping breaks, and when she had to go to the library, sat at the farthest, most inconspicuous table. She sat in the back of class, with the slackers, and slouched. Lily's scores, with nothing for her else to do but study, sky-rocketed, but the teachers put average grades on the charts, so as not for her to gain attention. Though this was not enjoyable, it worked. Nobody even seemed to notice her. Janie Downes, it seemed, ceased even to exist...
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(A/N: Okay. If you have seen stepsister for planet weird you know about how when the two girls switch diary entries it rewinds showing all of what happened in the past few days (quickly) and then slows down when it comes to the right place for the other to start her aspect of things? Now imagine that happening with Lily to the point of which she enters the hall for the first time. Chapter 2. Imagine her speeding backwards through screaming, mistletoe, Mrs. Clause, pieing Sirius, talking French, meeting Bella and Maria, etc etc all the way to when she is standing at the Great Hall doors, looking around. Then, zoom into the Hufflepuff table to the popular blonde girls. Meg Laeveen in particular. Meg Laeveen is blonde, busty, giggly, and simpering, wearing a magically tightened version of used to be a decent uniform. But underneath all that blonde hair, primping, giggling, and Magarite's Magical Magnifying Mascara, she is a very intelligent, clever, shrewd person.)
Talking through Meg's Aspect of things:
First day of classes Meg Laeveen got up an hour early. She showered, put a whole bottle of Kinky Kurls in her blonde mane, primped, plucked, poked, clipped, shaved, exfoliated, and manicured every inch of her person.
Meg was a 6th year Hufflepuff. Pure blood, rich, and an only child. She belonged to the popular crowd of Hogwarts, but she was unlike them all in one trait. She was intelligent. An ordinary observer would see Blonde hair, blue eyes, killer figure, and giggly nature. An extraordinary observer would see the same, but deep in her blue, carefully lined eyes, and very smart, observant, and keen person. An extraordinary observer would also note that along with these traits there was also a very strong one, but more carefully hidden. Cruelty. In fact some would argue she was downright ruthless.
Of course most of the popular girls were mean and pettish, but it isn't very deep, and as they matured, it grew out of them. Meg's source of wrath had a firm root however. Some might argue, it had all to do with her parents not being there for her as a child. Others her mother dying. Some others would say that those reasons might have begun it, but other things slowly grew on top of those things to produce the wicked-minded creature who strode the halls of Hogwarts with her retinue.
At any rate, with her mother gone when she was ten, Meg was properly spoilt by her father, making up for all the lost attention with expensive gifts. When he was home, he obeyed his fractious daughter, giving in to her every childish whim and fancy. So at Hogwarts, eleven year old Meg was given a shock. She couldn't get what she wanted in that place. She had to obey the teachers or get punished. In utter disgust with herself, she meekly went to bed at the proper time, did her homework, and stayed put in the castle or grounds. So it made sense she would highly admire the people or person who did get what they wanted and didn't listen to the teachers. The Marauders...or more in perticular: James Potter.
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The three girls were leaning against the Hufflepuff table. Jena, Jillian, and Meg almost never ate anything except salads and cottage cheese. In fact they only appeared most times at the great hall to make appearances. The girls were always followed by an entourage, and now they were sitting clustered around them laughing like hyena's at anything any of them ventured to say.
Jena whinnied her high simpering laugh. "Oh look"- she pointed her talloned finger at the entrance of the Great Hall- "the new exchange student."
Meg listened on as Jena and Jillian laughed at her hair, her complexion, and other parts drawing interest to criticizing mouths, while their adoring minions cackled obediently. Meg, who was an extraordinary observer, relaxed that this girl was scared. Already she could tell that making this girl's life miserable would be easy. Then in suprise she watched as the girl's jaw set itself, and her jaw clench. The girl courageously strode down the table, ignoring the accusing looks and whispers that sprang up. Meg leaned back against the table.
Jillian bent forward and whispered. "Do you see a possible adversary?"
Meg smiled wickedly, flicked her hair, and winked. Jillian leaned back, shaking her head knowingly, while not comprehending Meg's gestures whatsoever.
Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Some recent announcements. Our new French exchange student arrived at 2:00 this morning and was sorted. Elle was made an inter-house, between Griffindor and Ravenclaw. Our first in 30 years, I believe. She will be switching houses every week, and may try out for both Quidditch teams. I trust each of you will do your best to make Elle welcome at Hogwarts, seeing as she speaks little English already. Miss Lohre will be excused from all homework for 1 month, assuming that she will have learned much by then. Thank you. You may resume stuffing your faces with out excellent food."
Meg scowled at the attention the girl was getting. Her eyes flicked ceremoniously over to James to see his reaction. To her fury she saw him gazing at her intently. She watched as one of the girls Elle was sitting at pointed over at them and Elle moved her eyes over. James and she held eyes for a moment. She turned her head and James reluctantly pulled away.
She had been trying for years to get James to look at her like that and meeting with failure. The girl had to have used something. A love potion? They were forbidden. Whatever she was doing it was certainly not allowed, and Meg vowed then and there to find out what.
(AN: I know what you are thinking...Is she a little bit...eccentric? Yup.)
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Back to the present...
Lily, or Janie now, was sitting at her table in the library on the far side. She was so immersed in her Arithmancy charts and numerous books that she did not hear someone walk up to her. She saw a shadow fall onto the column that she was working on, and not having human contact for such a long period and being so caught up in her train of thought that if she had her voice she would have screamed. But as she could not, she merely jumped a few feet in the air and clutched her chest as if suffering a sudden heart-attack.
"Sorry," said James apologetically. " I saw Professor McGonagall talking to you two weeks ago and I figured that you could read lips."
Lily, alarmed, decided to play along. She nodded.
"I've been trying to talk with you since then but your hard to catch," he said sitting down.
A little voice in her head told her not to try to communicate, but seeing James's familiar lop-sided grin brought back the memories of the beginning of the year. She brought out her translator and pointing her wand at it, said a spell in her head. The translator switched to speaking whatever she wrote.
James grinned.
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"Gosh, look at the time," said the translator through Lily. They had been talking for 2 solid hours. "I really have to go."
"Oh...." said James disappointedly.
Lily placed all of her things in her bookbag slowly, taking unnecessary means to straighten out all of her perfectly unwrinkled papers. She slung the bag over her shoulder.
James stood up. "Maybe we could meet here tomorrow."
Lily gave him a small smile and nodded.
"Okay then," said James happily.
Lily walked out of the library happier than she had been in weeks. She might have her voice, and friends, and identity...or other identity taken away, but at least James wasn't gone. "A bit odd though," she thought. How James found me again even though I was completely different person....
With this thought she walked happily back to the Hufflepuff common room.
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She groaned as she stepped into the 6th year girl's dorm. Meg and her minions were waiting for her, their arms crossed.
"We saw you in the library with James-" began Jillian but Meg cut her off.
"So you ignore all of us, pretending to be some poor pathetic loner, but as soon as James comes your way you slobber all over him like some sort of sick puppy? I'll have you know I marked James off for myself first day I met him, and nobody has ever gotten away with being with him since. Arabella never did, and that Elle girl never did either, thanks to me, and neither will YOU!" As she yelled the last bit she shoved a pillow and blanket from Lily's bed into her arms and pushed her out the door.
Lily stood in shock. Dumbledore had been saying that because the spell wore off not of age but because somebody had found out her identity... Was it possible that that person was Meg? And what had she said about Arabella? Was there something Bella hadn't been telling her? With a heavy sigh she settled down at a table. If she couldn't go to sleep she might as well get her homework done.
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AN: There you are! In the upcoming chapter...
* Lily and James conversation: He tells her about Elle...
* Meg's POV beginning of year
*Bella's secret
*Etc. etc. etc.
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Chapter 8- 3rd Life
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Plain and Simple.
(A/N: I always like to start off my chapters with an author's note. I have read many author's notes where the author thanks the reviewers one by one with a statement for each. However I am too lazy to do so, so I will merely thank all of you as a whole. Thank you for all of your praise, criticism, and support. Next story, for there will be a next, will be even better. Quite frankly, I see much room for improvement. However, not to take myself meanly, I will state that for a 1rst fic...I don't think I did so bad...Chapter 8...)
Lily's new identity:
Janie Downes. A deaf, mute from Sussex. Unable to come at the beginning of year due to bad case of pneumonia and weak lungs. Frizzy blonde hair, and pale blue watery eyes. Placed in Hufflepuff.
Lily felt like crying so was so let down. She was deaf, mute, ugly, and in a house full of ditzes who hated her. She wasn't really deaf, she could hear, but Professor Dumbledore had put an anti-talking spell on her. In case she talked in her sleep or something. And to top it all off, she had strict orders to not associate with any of her friends in case they found anything out. Her life was on the line after all. Personally, Lily or Janie now, would have rather had her friends and risked her life. After all, if she died she could be with her dad.
In class, the translator was out again. Lily Evans could hear fine, but Janie Downes needed the translator obviously.
Lily disliked Hufflepuff to the depths of her being. Not all of them were bad of course, the nice ones promptly tried to make friends, but were disappointed when she didn't try to communicate at all, and promptly forgot about her. She would have liked to have made acquaintance, to the best of her ability, but she couldn't make any tight relationships with anyone. She ate at the farthest end of the Hufflepuff table, and since the Hufflepuff table was stationed in the corner, she was also in the shadows. She wore her uniform plain, no personality showing, went straight to and from classes, skipping breaks, and when she had to go to the library, sat at the farthest, most inconspicuous table. She sat in the back of class, with the slackers, and slouched. Lily's scores, with nothing for her else to do but study, sky-rocketed, but the teachers put average grades on the charts, so as not for her to gain attention. Though this was not enjoyable, it worked. Nobody even seemed to notice her. Janie Downes, it seemed, ceased even to exist...
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(A/N: Okay. If you have seen stepsister for planet weird you know about how when the two girls switch diary entries it rewinds showing all of what happened in the past few days (quickly) and then slows down when it comes to the right place for the other to start her aspect of things? Now imagine that happening with Lily to the point of which she enters the hall for the first time. Chapter 2. Imagine her speeding backwards through screaming, mistletoe, Mrs. Clause, pieing Sirius, talking French, meeting Bella and Maria, etc etc all the way to when she is standing at the Great Hall doors, looking around. Then, zoom into the Hufflepuff table to the popular blonde girls. Meg Laeveen in particular. Meg Laeveen is blonde, busty, giggly, and simpering, wearing a magically tightened version of used to be a decent uniform. But underneath all that blonde hair, primping, giggling, and Magarite's Magical Magnifying Mascara, she is a very intelligent, clever, shrewd person.)
Talking through Meg's Aspect of things:
First day of classes Meg Laeveen got up an hour early. She showered, put a whole bottle of Kinky Kurls in her blonde mane, primped, plucked, poked, clipped, shaved, exfoliated, and manicured every inch of her person.
Meg was a 6th year Hufflepuff. Pure blood, rich, and an only child. She belonged to the popular crowd of Hogwarts, but she was unlike them all in one trait. She was intelligent. An ordinary observer would see Blonde hair, blue eyes, killer figure, and giggly nature. An extraordinary observer would see the same, but deep in her blue, carefully lined eyes, and very smart, observant, and keen person. An extraordinary observer would also note that along with these traits there was also a very strong one, but more carefully hidden. Cruelty. In fact some would argue she was downright ruthless.
Of course most of the popular girls were mean and pettish, but it isn't very deep, and as they matured, it grew out of them. Meg's source of wrath had a firm root however. Some might argue, it had all to do with her parents not being there for her as a child. Others her mother dying. Some others would say that those reasons might have begun it, but other things slowly grew on top of those things to produce the wicked-minded creature who strode the halls of Hogwarts with her retinue.
At any rate, with her mother gone when she was ten, Meg was properly spoilt by her father, making up for all the lost attention with expensive gifts. When he was home, he obeyed his fractious daughter, giving in to her every childish whim and fancy. So at Hogwarts, eleven year old Meg was given a shock. She couldn't get what she wanted in that place. She had to obey the teachers or get punished. In utter disgust with herself, she meekly went to bed at the proper time, did her homework, and stayed put in the castle or grounds. So it made sense she would highly admire the people or person who did get what they wanted and didn't listen to the teachers. The Marauders...or more in perticular: James Potter.
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The three girls were leaning against the Hufflepuff table. Jena, Jillian, and Meg almost never ate anything except salads and cottage cheese. In fact they only appeared most times at the great hall to make appearances. The girls were always followed by an entourage, and now they were sitting clustered around them laughing like hyena's at anything any of them ventured to say.
Jena whinnied her high simpering laugh. "Oh look"- she pointed her talloned finger at the entrance of the Great Hall- "the new exchange student."
Meg listened on as Jena and Jillian laughed at her hair, her complexion, and other parts drawing interest to criticizing mouths, while their adoring minions cackled obediently. Meg, who was an extraordinary observer, relaxed that this girl was scared. Already she could tell that making this girl's life miserable would be easy. Then in suprise she watched as the girl's jaw set itself, and her jaw clench. The girl courageously strode down the table, ignoring the accusing looks and whispers that sprang up. Meg leaned back against the table.
Jillian bent forward and whispered. "Do you see a possible adversary?"
Meg smiled wickedly, flicked her hair, and winked. Jillian leaned back, shaking her head knowingly, while not comprehending Meg's gestures whatsoever.
Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Some recent announcements. Our new French exchange student arrived at 2:00 this morning and was sorted. Elle was made an inter-house, between Griffindor and Ravenclaw. Our first in 30 years, I believe. She will be switching houses every week, and may try out for both Quidditch teams. I trust each of you will do your best to make Elle welcome at Hogwarts, seeing as she speaks little English already. Miss Lohre will be excused from all homework for 1 month, assuming that she will have learned much by then. Thank you. You may resume stuffing your faces with out excellent food."
Meg scowled at the attention the girl was getting. Her eyes flicked ceremoniously over to James to see his reaction. To her fury she saw him gazing at her intently. She watched as one of the girls Elle was sitting at pointed over at them and Elle moved her eyes over. James and she held eyes for a moment. She turned her head and James reluctantly pulled away.
She had been trying for years to get James to look at her like that and meeting with failure. The girl had to have used something. A love potion? They were forbidden. Whatever she was doing it was certainly not allowed, and Meg vowed then and there to find out what.
(AN: I know what you are thinking...Is she a little bit...eccentric? Yup.)
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Back to the present...
Lily, or Janie now, was sitting at her table in the library on the far side. She was so immersed in her Arithmancy charts and numerous books that she did not hear someone walk up to her. She saw a shadow fall onto the column that she was working on, and not having human contact for such a long period and being so caught up in her train of thought that if she had her voice she would have screamed. But as she could not, she merely jumped a few feet in the air and clutched her chest as if suffering a sudden heart-attack.
"Sorry," said James apologetically. " I saw Professor McGonagall talking to you two weeks ago and I figured that you could read lips."
Lily, alarmed, decided to play along. She nodded.
"I've been trying to talk with you since then but your hard to catch," he said sitting down.
A little voice in her head told her not to try to communicate, but seeing James's familiar lop-sided grin brought back the memories of the beginning of the year. She brought out her translator and pointing her wand at it, said a spell in her head. The translator switched to speaking whatever she wrote.
James grinned.
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"Gosh, look at the time," said the translator through Lily. They had been talking for 2 solid hours. "I really have to go."
"Oh...." said James disappointedly.
Lily placed all of her things in her bookbag slowly, taking unnecessary means to straighten out all of her perfectly unwrinkled papers. She slung the bag over her shoulder.
James stood up. "Maybe we could meet here tomorrow."
Lily gave him a small smile and nodded.
"Okay then," said James happily.
Lily walked out of the library happier than she had been in weeks. She might have her voice, and friends, and identity...or other identity taken away, but at least James wasn't gone. "A bit odd though," she thought. How James found me again even though I was completely different person....
With this thought she walked happily back to the Hufflepuff common room.
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She groaned as she stepped into the 6th year girl's dorm. Meg and her minions were waiting for her, their arms crossed.
"We saw you in the library with James-" began Jillian but Meg cut her off.
"So you ignore all of us, pretending to be some poor pathetic loner, but as soon as James comes your way you slobber all over him like some sort of sick puppy? I'll have you know I marked James off for myself first day I met him, and nobody has ever gotten away with being with him since. Arabella never did, and that Elle girl never did either, thanks to me, and neither will YOU!" As she yelled the last bit she shoved a pillow and blanket from Lily's bed into her arms and pushed her out the door.
Lily stood in shock. Dumbledore had been saying that because the spell wore off not of age but because somebody had found out her identity... Was it possible that that person was Meg? And what had she said about Arabella? Was there something Bella hadn't been telling her? With a heavy sigh she settled down at a table. If she couldn't go to sleep she might as well get her homework done.
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AN: There you are! In the upcoming chapter...
* Lily and James conversation: He tells her about Elle...
* Meg's POV beginning of year
*Bella's secret
*Etc. etc. etc.
You want a chapter faster? Review!