Disclaimer: I don't usually pray to god but I did last night. I prayed
that when I woke up I would have the rights to Harry Potter. Well I
don't, seeing as I have to write this disclaimer. Ahh poopy. Stupid,
talented J.K. Rowling coming up with all the ideas and then having
rights to them. sob Why are my prayers never answered?
Summary: Lily Bicarda is in her 7th year when she has a very strange dream. The next day she gets an even stranger letter form someone important. All the while, she had to deal with James Potter and his flirty ways. Can she make it to the end of 7th year? Let's hope so. Read the rest. 3
WPS: Ok guys, this is my first Harry Potter fic. It's pretty good so far, but I just want to say, Lily's last name, Bicarda, is different from the books for the reason that it goes with my story. Please, no stupid reviews saying its wrong. I know it is. I don't need you to tell me that. Sorry if I sound like a meanie. Around the 5th chapter it will explain. Now, I know when I'm reading a new story I hate it when the authors talk forever. So ON WITH THE SHOW!
She stood there, breathing heavily, grasping something hard in her hand. Slowly, she raised it to her line of sight. It was a knife. A knife with a red fluid running down the blade and on to her hands. Her eyes widened in panic. Whose blood was it? Was it hers? WAS SHE DYING? She dropped it as though it were searing hot, and began to franticly search all over her body for any place of entry the knife could have made. She didn't feel hurt, and let out a sigh of relief when she found nothing wrong with her. No wound. Anywhere. But if the blood wasn't hers... she squinted around her in the pale light from the half moon above her, but with the trees blocking most of the light, she couldn't see much of anything. She did, however, see a trail of the crimson liquid. She thought about following it.
'I should check to see if they, whoever they are, are alright' said a soft voice in her head, her own voice, but then a harsher tone, one she did not recognize, spoke,
'NO! Think about it, if you stabbed them, do you REALLY think that they are going to want you to follow them? Huh? Do ya? I didn't think so.'
Something told her to trust her voice and ignore the meaner one. She set off along the path of trampled underbrush. She looked down at the floor of the forest. There were hoof marks, like a deer's. That was strange. But then they changed, to a shape more like a mans. That was stranger.
Then she noticed something shiny on the ground. She bent down to pick it up. Holding the object up in the faint glow of the moon, she realized that they were glasses. They looked familiar too, but she couldn't quite place them to a face. So she pocketed them and continued forward. Suddenly she heard a sound and stopped where she was, listening for it again. And there it was! Somewhere ahead of her. It's sounded like a groan. Like someone was in pain.
'That must be them!' she thought and cautiously moved forward. Peaking out from a bush, she realized that she was about to step into a clearing, but in the middle of that clearing there was someone lying on the ground. They didn't seem to be moving, whoever they were.
She slid silently up to the form, crainging her neck to see who it was, but he, it was defiantly a he, was face down. She backed up a few paces in fear when he flopped over to let out another moan. He was clutching his side. She looked down at the ground to see a big stain, blood. Her eyes trailed up his body to see that his robes were dark with the same cursed liquid. She began again. Lingering on a patch on the right side of his chest. She was now informed of what school he attended, and what house he was in. Her school, her house... She kept going, to his face. A face she recognized, a familiar face, a face twisted in pain. She dropped to her knees, cupping his head in her hands. He blinked up at her. That face belonged to... "Oh god, oh please no"
BOOM
Lily sat bolt upright. "What was that?" she wondered out loud.
In the next bed over, her friend Riley responded still half awake, "I dunno..."
Riley had always been the trouble maker of Lily's friends. She was very beautiful. High cheek bones, shoulder length platinum blonde hair. She was taller than Lily, who considered herself to be very short. Next to Sirius, though, Riley felt very small. That's what she liked about him. He always made her feel more like a little girl. No one could understand why they weren't a couple yet. They had each told how they felt for the other, but they still didn't date. It was a mystery.
She got up out of her bed and went into the bathroom. Lily heard her turn on the shower. She lay back down on her pillows and closed her eyes. Thinking about the dream she had, it seemed so vivid but now she could barely remember it. Where had she been? Who was the boy? Why had she felt like her heart had stopped when she saw him? Who was that boy?! This was beginning to annoy her.
She must have dozed off because Riley, fresh out of the shower and dressed, shook her awake saying, "You should get up I think it almost 9:00. What's up with you Lils? You've been sleeping a bunch lately. And last night you woke me and Ama, jabbering about something. It was wired. Are you ok?"
Before Lily could answer her, the door of the girls' dormitory banged open. In stormed Ama. Lily's other best friend. She had muddy brown eyes and dark brown, almost black, hair. She had more of a round face, nothing like Riley's. She was short, about, 4'11", and in manys eyes, cute as a button. Her full name was Amara Blithe. Her great-great-grandfather, Michel Blithe, had been experimenting with potatoes and accidentally causes the Great Famine.
"Those IDIOTS! THOSE FOOLS! I CAN'T BELIVE THEM! THEY ARE SO STUPID!" she continued to rant, pacing around the room, throwing her hands in the air. Lily glanced at Riley and then at her shouting friend, "What are they doing this time?" she didn't need to ask who they were, she already knew.
The Marauders. Their ring leader, James Potter, was the worst. Sirius Black was his best friend, his second hand man, comrade in arms, his partner in crime, the second pea to his two pea pod, the apple to his orange, the peas to his carrots, and the dumb to his dumber. James was pompous, rude, annoying, and big headed. He was constantly asking Lily out, saying all signs point to them being together, but Lily had yet to find any. He had black messy hair which he constantly ruffled it to make it look even messier. According to Lily, he must have thought it looked cool or something. She had come to the conclusion that his main, and possibly only, goal in life was to look, and be, popular. What a dork.
She started to listen to Ama again, "They are actually trying to FLY up the stairs on their brooms! And the BOOM you heard earlier? That was them trying to bewitch the stairs to think they were girls! Clearly, NOTHING IS GOING TO WORK!" she shouted the last bit out the door and down the stairs. "Thank GOD Remus isn't that stupid! I would FREAK if he did stuff like those two!"
Remus Lupin was the third in this band of losers. Ama had liked him since the very first train ride. He had been in the girls' compartment and smiled at Ama and that was all it took for her to fall head over heels. He was smart, talented, funny, and a prefect. Remus wasn't too tall, and that was good due to Ama's tiny ness. He was the brains and the common sense of the Marauders, but there were lapses and it was apparent that he had a fun side, too. No wonder Ama liked him. Lily fancied him as well.
Last and definitely least is Peter Pettigrew. He's fat ugly and really stupid... that is all.
Lily got up and went into the bathroom. Let Riley deal with Ama. She had a headache. Between trying to remember the dream, the loud boom from earlier, and Ama's shouting, Lily had developed a real ponder. She brushed her teeth and took some headache cure. Then she went to her trunk at the end of her bed and took out some fresh clothes and robes. She slowly put them on, waiting for the medicine to take effect, and pulled her hair up into two knobs at either side of her head. Finally adding some black eyeliner, she pronounced herself suitable for the rest of the world to see and went down to the common room to see what everyone was doing. Clearly, Riley and Ama had already gone down and had left her to find her way down to break fest by herself. When she got to the bottom of the stairs no one was there. Or so she thought....
WPS: ok there you go. Chapter one which formally was chapter one AND two. Now they are together. LOVE! Love will bring us together! Blah blah blah blah blah blah..... Anyway. Please review. It really means a lot to hear your comments. And thank you.
Summary: Lily Bicarda is in her 7th year when she has a very strange dream. The next day she gets an even stranger letter form someone important. All the while, she had to deal with James Potter and his flirty ways. Can she make it to the end of 7th year? Let's hope so. Read the rest. 3
WPS: Ok guys, this is my first Harry Potter fic. It's pretty good so far, but I just want to say, Lily's last name, Bicarda, is different from the books for the reason that it goes with my story. Please, no stupid reviews saying its wrong. I know it is. I don't need you to tell me that. Sorry if I sound like a meanie. Around the 5th chapter it will explain. Now, I know when I'm reading a new story I hate it when the authors talk forever. So ON WITH THE SHOW!
She stood there, breathing heavily, grasping something hard in her hand. Slowly, she raised it to her line of sight. It was a knife. A knife with a red fluid running down the blade and on to her hands. Her eyes widened in panic. Whose blood was it? Was it hers? WAS SHE DYING? She dropped it as though it were searing hot, and began to franticly search all over her body for any place of entry the knife could have made. She didn't feel hurt, and let out a sigh of relief when she found nothing wrong with her. No wound. Anywhere. But if the blood wasn't hers... she squinted around her in the pale light from the half moon above her, but with the trees blocking most of the light, she couldn't see much of anything. She did, however, see a trail of the crimson liquid. She thought about following it.
'I should check to see if they, whoever they are, are alright' said a soft voice in her head, her own voice, but then a harsher tone, one she did not recognize, spoke,
'NO! Think about it, if you stabbed them, do you REALLY think that they are going to want you to follow them? Huh? Do ya? I didn't think so.'
Something told her to trust her voice and ignore the meaner one. She set off along the path of trampled underbrush. She looked down at the floor of the forest. There were hoof marks, like a deer's. That was strange. But then they changed, to a shape more like a mans. That was stranger.
Then she noticed something shiny on the ground. She bent down to pick it up. Holding the object up in the faint glow of the moon, she realized that they were glasses. They looked familiar too, but she couldn't quite place them to a face. So she pocketed them and continued forward. Suddenly she heard a sound and stopped where she was, listening for it again. And there it was! Somewhere ahead of her. It's sounded like a groan. Like someone was in pain.
'That must be them!' she thought and cautiously moved forward. Peaking out from a bush, she realized that she was about to step into a clearing, but in the middle of that clearing there was someone lying on the ground. They didn't seem to be moving, whoever they were.
She slid silently up to the form, crainging her neck to see who it was, but he, it was defiantly a he, was face down. She backed up a few paces in fear when he flopped over to let out another moan. He was clutching his side. She looked down at the ground to see a big stain, blood. Her eyes trailed up his body to see that his robes were dark with the same cursed liquid. She began again. Lingering on a patch on the right side of his chest. She was now informed of what school he attended, and what house he was in. Her school, her house... She kept going, to his face. A face she recognized, a familiar face, a face twisted in pain. She dropped to her knees, cupping his head in her hands. He blinked up at her. That face belonged to... "Oh god, oh please no"
BOOM
Lily sat bolt upright. "What was that?" she wondered out loud.
In the next bed over, her friend Riley responded still half awake, "I dunno..."
Riley had always been the trouble maker of Lily's friends. She was very beautiful. High cheek bones, shoulder length platinum blonde hair. She was taller than Lily, who considered herself to be very short. Next to Sirius, though, Riley felt very small. That's what she liked about him. He always made her feel more like a little girl. No one could understand why they weren't a couple yet. They had each told how they felt for the other, but they still didn't date. It was a mystery.
She got up out of her bed and went into the bathroom. Lily heard her turn on the shower. She lay back down on her pillows and closed her eyes. Thinking about the dream she had, it seemed so vivid but now she could barely remember it. Where had she been? Who was the boy? Why had she felt like her heart had stopped when she saw him? Who was that boy?! This was beginning to annoy her.
She must have dozed off because Riley, fresh out of the shower and dressed, shook her awake saying, "You should get up I think it almost 9:00. What's up with you Lils? You've been sleeping a bunch lately. And last night you woke me and Ama, jabbering about something. It was wired. Are you ok?"
Before Lily could answer her, the door of the girls' dormitory banged open. In stormed Ama. Lily's other best friend. She had muddy brown eyes and dark brown, almost black, hair. She had more of a round face, nothing like Riley's. She was short, about, 4'11", and in manys eyes, cute as a button. Her full name was Amara Blithe. Her great-great-grandfather, Michel Blithe, had been experimenting with potatoes and accidentally causes the Great Famine.
"Those IDIOTS! THOSE FOOLS! I CAN'T BELIVE THEM! THEY ARE SO STUPID!" she continued to rant, pacing around the room, throwing her hands in the air. Lily glanced at Riley and then at her shouting friend, "What are they doing this time?" she didn't need to ask who they were, she already knew.
The Marauders. Their ring leader, James Potter, was the worst. Sirius Black was his best friend, his second hand man, comrade in arms, his partner in crime, the second pea to his two pea pod, the apple to his orange, the peas to his carrots, and the dumb to his dumber. James was pompous, rude, annoying, and big headed. He was constantly asking Lily out, saying all signs point to them being together, but Lily had yet to find any. He had black messy hair which he constantly ruffled it to make it look even messier. According to Lily, he must have thought it looked cool or something. She had come to the conclusion that his main, and possibly only, goal in life was to look, and be, popular. What a dork.
She started to listen to Ama again, "They are actually trying to FLY up the stairs on their brooms! And the BOOM you heard earlier? That was them trying to bewitch the stairs to think they were girls! Clearly, NOTHING IS GOING TO WORK!" she shouted the last bit out the door and down the stairs. "Thank GOD Remus isn't that stupid! I would FREAK if he did stuff like those two!"
Remus Lupin was the third in this band of losers. Ama had liked him since the very first train ride. He had been in the girls' compartment and smiled at Ama and that was all it took for her to fall head over heels. He was smart, talented, funny, and a prefect. Remus wasn't too tall, and that was good due to Ama's tiny ness. He was the brains and the common sense of the Marauders, but there were lapses and it was apparent that he had a fun side, too. No wonder Ama liked him. Lily fancied him as well.
Last and definitely least is Peter Pettigrew. He's fat ugly and really stupid... that is all.
Lily got up and went into the bathroom. Let Riley deal with Ama. She had a headache. Between trying to remember the dream, the loud boom from earlier, and Ama's shouting, Lily had developed a real ponder. She brushed her teeth and took some headache cure. Then she went to her trunk at the end of her bed and took out some fresh clothes and robes. She slowly put them on, waiting for the medicine to take effect, and pulled her hair up into two knobs at either side of her head. Finally adding some black eyeliner, she pronounced herself suitable for the rest of the world to see and went down to the common room to see what everyone was doing. Clearly, Riley and Ama had already gone down and had left her to find her way down to break fest by herself. When she got to the bottom of the stairs no one was there. Or so she thought....
WPS: ok there you go. Chapter one which formally was chapter one AND two. Now they are together. LOVE! Love will bring us together! Blah blah blah blah blah blah..... Anyway. Please review. It really means a lot to hear your comments. And thank you.