Disclaimer: Do I have to write it again? I don't own anything but the plot.
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Chapter 3
The 'gang' stood there by my trunk, each with a different expression on his face. Well, except Crabbe and Goyle. They always looked the same. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought those two were twins. Severus was looking acid, as usual, and Peter Parkinson just looked plain grumpy. That's right, Parkinson, not Pettigrew, that piece of slime. I actually felt rather sorry for Potter when one of his best friends ratted him out. I hate traitors.
The atmosphere surrounding our merry little group (can't you taste the sarcasm?) seemed almost foreign to me. Too much Gryffindor Goodness from Lily, probably. Here, back in my natural habitat, I felt strange, like I didn't belong anymore. I decided to drown myself in typical Slytherin Snootiness, Sourness, and Sarcasm.
"Anyone do anything interesting over summer?" I pretended to sound bored.
"If you consider listening to your older sister whine over her love-life interesting, no, nothing interesting happened to me." Peter growled.
"Invented 10 new potions, 8 of which are poisonous, 5 of which have no antidote. Oh, and mustn't forget those 15 hexes. All of which have no counter curse." Severus shrugged all this off, like it was nothing unusual. Come to think of it, it was nothing unusual for him; he was very good at potions and hexes. It was fairly shocking news to me when I found out I was the first in our little group to go over to the dark side. But then again, I was the only one really, who had the nerve to do it. Severus had more than enough skill, but I suppose he was lacking in his moral fiber. Or immoral fiber.
Crabbe and Goyle just grunted; Crabbe mumbling about cooking lessons (Just the very thought of Crabbe in an apron revolted me, and so I closed off my ears after that first sentence), Goyle muttering almost incoherently about dragons in Bulgaria.
I heard the conductor's whistle, and students started to file in the train. As was our custom, we waited until everyone was on board before going in. We already had a compartment reserved for us. Unofficially, of course, the teachers would never allow such reservations.
We walked down the narrow hallway, trunks floating magically behind us. Seventh compartment to the left. Severus slid the door open. To my annoyance, we had, not one, not two, but six unwelcome guests in our compartment. The rest of the group (my group, that is) had already assumed dueling position. You notice I didn't include myself. Why should I? I wasn't really one to stand in the shadows and watch during a duel. But we were dealing with Fifth years here. If we were to have a little adult intervention, we would end up looking like bullies.
Who were these unwelcome guests, you ask? The first ones I noticed was the group commonly known to everyone today as the Marauders. Back then, they were just Black, Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew. They had also assumed the stance, wands out, ready to duel. My eyes grazed across the room, looking for the other two intruders. And, to my utter surprise, who was there but Lily. And her friend, Arabella Figg. But Lily was there, and she wasn't smiling. Instead, she was looking at me, one eyebrow raised, questioning, challenging. As mentioned earlier, it had been a bad day for me, with the trunk incident and all. Then, my voice had refused to function properly. And now, did my glare refuse to function as well?
I could only stare at her. "Lily, I--" my voice wasn't very loud, but every single head in the room turned towards me. In fact, Lily's eyes widened a fraction, as if she was surprised herself that I would talk to her in public. I had to do something. My reputation was at stake. "I think you're in the wrong compartment." I turned around to stare at the four boys in the room, who, in turn, stared at me.
"I didn't see any names here." Potter had spoken up, his dark eyes glittering with defiance.
I waved my wand. Instantly, my name appeared, floating in the air above us so that all could see. "That's my name, isn't it?" Another flick of my wand, and the name disappeared. At the corner of my eye, I saw her make a sudden movement. I expected to see a wand, but I didn't. She had only stood up, as if to stop me. As if she could stop me, I thought, a little arrogantly. What did she think I was going to do? Avada Kedavra Potter into the next century? Another thought bloomed inside my head, this one more unsolicited than the first. Could Lily actually have feelings for Potter?
********************* A/N: That was the third chapter in this quaint little fanfic of mine, sorry if it's a little shorter than the rest. And could I please have some more reviews to keep me going? Please? Reviews are the most inspirational thing in the world (sort of, anyway), and it's the best cure for writer's block, which I have throbbing in my head at the moment. *Puppy Dog Look* Please? With cherries on top?
Chapter 3
The 'gang' stood there by my trunk, each with a different expression on his face. Well, except Crabbe and Goyle. They always looked the same. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought those two were twins. Severus was looking acid, as usual, and Peter Parkinson just looked plain grumpy. That's right, Parkinson, not Pettigrew, that piece of slime. I actually felt rather sorry for Potter when one of his best friends ratted him out. I hate traitors.
The atmosphere surrounding our merry little group (can't you taste the sarcasm?) seemed almost foreign to me. Too much Gryffindor Goodness from Lily, probably. Here, back in my natural habitat, I felt strange, like I didn't belong anymore. I decided to drown myself in typical Slytherin Snootiness, Sourness, and Sarcasm.
"Anyone do anything interesting over summer?" I pretended to sound bored.
"If you consider listening to your older sister whine over her love-life interesting, no, nothing interesting happened to me." Peter growled.
"Invented 10 new potions, 8 of which are poisonous, 5 of which have no antidote. Oh, and mustn't forget those 15 hexes. All of which have no counter curse." Severus shrugged all this off, like it was nothing unusual. Come to think of it, it was nothing unusual for him; he was very good at potions and hexes. It was fairly shocking news to me when I found out I was the first in our little group to go over to the dark side. But then again, I was the only one really, who had the nerve to do it. Severus had more than enough skill, but I suppose he was lacking in his moral fiber. Or immoral fiber.
Crabbe and Goyle just grunted; Crabbe mumbling about cooking lessons (Just the very thought of Crabbe in an apron revolted me, and so I closed off my ears after that first sentence), Goyle muttering almost incoherently about dragons in Bulgaria.
I heard the conductor's whistle, and students started to file in the train. As was our custom, we waited until everyone was on board before going in. We already had a compartment reserved for us. Unofficially, of course, the teachers would never allow such reservations.
We walked down the narrow hallway, trunks floating magically behind us. Seventh compartment to the left. Severus slid the door open. To my annoyance, we had, not one, not two, but six unwelcome guests in our compartment. The rest of the group (my group, that is) had already assumed dueling position. You notice I didn't include myself. Why should I? I wasn't really one to stand in the shadows and watch during a duel. But we were dealing with Fifth years here. If we were to have a little adult intervention, we would end up looking like bullies.
Who were these unwelcome guests, you ask? The first ones I noticed was the group commonly known to everyone today as the Marauders. Back then, they were just Black, Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew. They had also assumed the stance, wands out, ready to duel. My eyes grazed across the room, looking for the other two intruders. And, to my utter surprise, who was there but Lily. And her friend, Arabella Figg. But Lily was there, and she wasn't smiling. Instead, she was looking at me, one eyebrow raised, questioning, challenging. As mentioned earlier, it had been a bad day for me, with the trunk incident and all. Then, my voice had refused to function properly. And now, did my glare refuse to function as well?
I could only stare at her. "Lily, I--" my voice wasn't very loud, but every single head in the room turned towards me. In fact, Lily's eyes widened a fraction, as if she was surprised herself that I would talk to her in public. I had to do something. My reputation was at stake. "I think you're in the wrong compartment." I turned around to stare at the four boys in the room, who, in turn, stared at me.
"I didn't see any names here." Potter had spoken up, his dark eyes glittering with defiance.
I waved my wand. Instantly, my name appeared, floating in the air above us so that all could see. "That's my name, isn't it?" Another flick of my wand, and the name disappeared. At the corner of my eye, I saw her make a sudden movement. I expected to see a wand, but I didn't. She had only stood up, as if to stop me. As if she could stop me, I thought, a little arrogantly. What did she think I was going to do? Avada Kedavra Potter into the next century? Another thought bloomed inside my head, this one more unsolicited than the first. Could Lily actually have feelings for Potter?
********************* A/N: That was the third chapter in this quaint little fanfic of mine, sorry if it's a little shorter than the rest. And could I please have some more reviews to keep me going? Please? Reviews are the most inspirational thing in the world (sort of, anyway), and it's the best cure for writer's block, which I have throbbing in my head at the moment. *Puppy Dog Look* Please? With cherries on top?
