Lily, from Shiz
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hello, children! Lol I'm starting a new story, which is the combination of two story ideas I had. I tried writing one of them, which resulted in the story 'Clarabella,' which this story will replace. It has many of the same ideas as that story, but it will be better. I really hope you enjoy this story, and please review!
Disclaimer: 'Harry Potter' belongs to J.K. Rowling!
Prologue
I'm not sure how it happened. One day I was a girl with a few friends at a special magic school called Shiz, which specialized in witches and wizards with a knack in the fine arts. It had five thousand students in it-my major was Music with an emphasis on Band, and my minor was Healing.
To be popular at Shiz, you had to be the best in your field, and I was definitely not one of them. I loved Band so much, but my euphonium needed desperate repair, and my marching was atrocious. Of course, most rookie marchers had faults, but it seemed as though mine was worst. But it didn't matter, for I was truly happy there.
And then it happened.
A freak fire overtook our school and killed everyone but thirty of us. No one ever though a fire would take over our wondrous school but it did. I can't talk about it now. I was almost close to dying along with them, and the only reason I'm not dead is because....
I can't talk about it. Everyone I went to school with died. The other survivors were people I never even knew existed. My best friends, dead. My professors, dead. I don't want to think about it, but it creeps on to me like a spider. I feel like I want to die desperately all the time. All I can do is mope around, and the thought of me ever recovering is revolting. Why could I have died along with them? I saw them, the remains of my peers. Most of them were charred beyond recognition, the people who had so much potential to be great witches and wizards, were now reduced to ash. They didn't deserve to die, and yet there they were, dead. I deserved to die more than them, and yet here I am, alive and breathing, and there they are, dead and silent.
I never thought I would be able to recover, but somehow the Ministry of Magic thought we were emotionally capable of finishing school somewhere else. I didn't want to go somewhere else; I wanted Shiz to be alive again with the students of so much talent. I wanted everyone to be alive, even those who ridiculed me. I wanted it to be as it was, before all this tragedy happened.
I was to be admitted at a school halfway around the world with three other students. We were to be counseled, and taken to the school when we were 'ready' by their standards. I was sure it would be months before I was ready. One of the three of us, I didn't quite catch her name yet, was ready immediately by standards, and is going to go there starting on their first day. The other one, I'm not sure.
The school was called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a very prestigious academic school with Quidditch. The fine arts program was extremely limited and small. The chorus was the biggest group, with fifty- one members, and the band had only forty-five. There was no art department, no theater department, and no dance department. I couldn't help but be disappointed. I've heard of schools like that. The popular kids at Shiz wouldn't be so popular at those schools; all they cared about was sports. I don't know, I just really hoped that I wouldn't be the joke of everyone. I had low self-esteem, and just when I was gaining some, I lost it all along with the fire.
I didn't want to go to Hogwarts, it was halfway around the world, for crying out loud! I was an orphan, my parents died when I was ten, and luckily, Shiz was a year-round school, which kept you in its walls all year, unless you decided on a different program which allowed you to go home on vacation or do other out-of-school activities.
The counseling for me didn't end until October, three months later, and then I was deemed ready to travel to Hogwarts. They would find me a temporary guardian and I am to live with them during the summer vacations. Hopefully I can find some kind of summer activity to do so I wouldn't be a bother. The thought of being adopted scared me.
Overall, the counseling wasn't very helpful. They crammed it into my brain that it was not my fault, everything would be fine, and things happen for a reason. It helped only a little, and my sanity was somewhat back on check, but I still cried a lot. They told me that time would heal my wounds, and that concentrating on studies would help get my mind off the subsequent events.
The rescues workers found my euphonium the day before I was to depart for Hogwarts. It was worse off than before, but it would do. The most important piece of my education of Shiz was here with me, and I was as ready as I would ever be at Hogwarts.
A/N: I hope you guys liked that so far! The next chapter, you'll see the familiar characters from HP. Thank you for your time.
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hello, children! Lol I'm starting a new story, which is the combination of two story ideas I had. I tried writing one of them, which resulted in the story 'Clarabella,' which this story will replace. It has many of the same ideas as that story, but it will be better. I really hope you enjoy this story, and please review!
Disclaimer: 'Harry Potter' belongs to J.K. Rowling!
Prologue
I'm not sure how it happened. One day I was a girl with a few friends at a special magic school called Shiz, which specialized in witches and wizards with a knack in the fine arts. It had five thousand students in it-my major was Music with an emphasis on Band, and my minor was Healing.
To be popular at Shiz, you had to be the best in your field, and I was definitely not one of them. I loved Band so much, but my euphonium needed desperate repair, and my marching was atrocious. Of course, most rookie marchers had faults, but it seemed as though mine was worst. But it didn't matter, for I was truly happy there.
And then it happened.
A freak fire overtook our school and killed everyone but thirty of us. No one ever though a fire would take over our wondrous school but it did. I can't talk about it now. I was almost close to dying along with them, and the only reason I'm not dead is because....
I can't talk about it. Everyone I went to school with died. The other survivors were people I never even knew existed. My best friends, dead. My professors, dead. I don't want to think about it, but it creeps on to me like a spider. I feel like I want to die desperately all the time. All I can do is mope around, and the thought of me ever recovering is revolting. Why could I have died along with them? I saw them, the remains of my peers. Most of them were charred beyond recognition, the people who had so much potential to be great witches and wizards, were now reduced to ash. They didn't deserve to die, and yet there they were, dead. I deserved to die more than them, and yet here I am, alive and breathing, and there they are, dead and silent.
I never thought I would be able to recover, but somehow the Ministry of Magic thought we were emotionally capable of finishing school somewhere else. I didn't want to go somewhere else; I wanted Shiz to be alive again with the students of so much talent. I wanted everyone to be alive, even those who ridiculed me. I wanted it to be as it was, before all this tragedy happened.
I was to be admitted at a school halfway around the world with three other students. We were to be counseled, and taken to the school when we were 'ready' by their standards. I was sure it would be months before I was ready. One of the three of us, I didn't quite catch her name yet, was ready immediately by standards, and is going to go there starting on their first day. The other one, I'm not sure.
The school was called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a very prestigious academic school with Quidditch. The fine arts program was extremely limited and small. The chorus was the biggest group, with fifty- one members, and the band had only forty-five. There was no art department, no theater department, and no dance department. I couldn't help but be disappointed. I've heard of schools like that. The popular kids at Shiz wouldn't be so popular at those schools; all they cared about was sports. I don't know, I just really hoped that I wouldn't be the joke of everyone. I had low self-esteem, and just when I was gaining some, I lost it all along with the fire.
I didn't want to go to Hogwarts, it was halfway around the world, for crying out loud! I was an orphan, my parents died when I was ten, and luckily, Shiz was a year-round school, which kept you in its walls all year, unless you decided on a different program which allowed you to go home on vacation or do other out-of-school activities.
The counseling for me didn't end until October, three months later, and then I was deemed ready to travel to Hogwarts. They would find me a temporary guardian and I am to live with them during the summer vacations. Hopefully I can find some kind of summer activity to do so I wouldn't be a bother. The thought of being adopted scared me.
Overall, the counseling wasn't very helpful. They crammed it into my brain that it was not my fault, everything would be fine, and things happen for a reason. It helped only a little, and my sanity was somewhat back on check, but I still cried a lot. They told me that time would heal my wounds, and that concentrating on studies would help get my mind off the subsequent events.
The rescues workers found my euphonium the day before I was to depart for Hogwarts. It was worse off than before, but it would do. The most important piece of my education of Shiz was here with me, and I was as ready as I would ever be at Hogwarts.
A/N: I hope you guys liked that so far! The next chapter, you'll see the familiar characters from HP. Thank you for your time.