Disclaimer: I disclaim all names of characters, places, and things, from
the Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling.
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Did You Find What You Were Looking For?
Chapter 3: Cretins and Purebloods
By: Taiyourshoes
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Lily sat, hyperventilating, in an empty compartment in the back of the train. Every once in a while, she'd swat above her head, just to make sure nothing was there.
Despite the fact that Lily had never hated anyone in her life, she at least disliked James Potter. . . with a burning, raging, unstoppable passion.
It was just so kind of him to remind her why.
"Miss Evans?" Abigail O'Brien asked through the door.
Lily shook her head furiously. She had to pull herself together, for reputation's sake.
It took quite a bit to scare Lily Evans. She showed seemingly no weaknesses, had an air of spunk to her, and would always be willing to help out in Care Of Magical Creatures, even with the scarier animals.
But she drew the line at spiders.
And she hated that James Potter knew that.
"Coming. . ." Lily mumbled, giving the top of her head one last healthy swipe.
She slid open the compartment door, glancing at Abigail for a moment before peering to the left and right of her, just to make sure the Head Boy wasn't planning something deviant.
"Looking for something, Miss Evans?" Came a drawling voice down the narrow hall. It was none other than Connor Rosier, a Slytherin of the same year. He had a pug-like nose and large, glittering blue eyes. His fair straw hair was neatly combed back in a style unique to any pureblood, high-class family, and his Hogwarts robes were clean and pressed.
"Nothing, really, Rosier. . ." Lily gave a last glance around her head to make sure it was spider-free. "Good summer?"
She and Rosier had always been on quite good terms, despite the tiny battles their houses would have with one another. Although Lily represented everything a true Gryffindor should be, and Connor was a Slytherin to boot, both had been partners in Potions since their first year, and had learned to be civil, if not friendly, towards one another.
"Just fine. . ." He glanced at Abigail O'Brien, who was looking quite awkward, being in the middle of their after-summer-catch-ups. "And may I inquire as to why this little Ravenclaw is acting as your shadow?"
Abigail gave him a definitive scowl before bidding Lily farewell and stalking off towards the front compartment.
Lily shook her head at him, giving a slight sigh. "You know, you ought to stop picking on people like that. It really can't gain you very much popularity."
He shrugged. "I heard you screaming. What might cause Miss Lily Evans to scream?"
He actually looked interested as he put his hands behind his back, swaying slightly on the balls of his feet.
"The sight of James Potter's face after a nice, long, pleasant summer away."
Rosier chuckled softly. "Indeed."
He glanced at the place on her shirt that usually held her Prefect badge.
"Why, Miss Evans, you're Head Girl?"
To this, Lily smiled. She nodded her head proudly as she leapt into her story of how she had gotten her badge.
". . .So my sister, Petunia -Have I mentioned her before? I thought so-was helping me make one of those little biscuits for teatime- and I'm awful at cooking, mind-when a school owl comes swooping through the window. And, well, she isn't very used to owl post, and was away at camp all the other times I got an owl, so she screamed and. . ." Lily broke out into a little giggle; "she grabbed a bunch of biscuit dough and threw it at the poor thing! I'm surprised I was even allowed to be Head Girl after knocking one of the schools best owls into my kitchen tin!"
Rosier chortled along. He was used to her little anecdotes by now, and was actually rather fond of them. From what he could tell, Lily had a perfectly quaint little life in the muggle world with her parents and older sister, who Lily considered to be her best friend in the world.
"Well, I'm glad you can find humor the injuring of a fine school owl, Miss Evans." He said this dryly, but Lily was used to his sarcastic remarks and didn't take this offensively.
However. . .
"Is this cretin bothering you, Lily?"
It was Peter Pettigrew, a fellow Gryffindor of her year. He was one of James Potters little band of pranksters, but always seemed a bit outside of their immature jokes on the school. Rather, he struck Lily as more of a tag-along without any particular place to go.
Lily opened her mouth to tell him no, when Rosier pivoted the other way to face the pudgy boy. She was sure she heard Peter gulp as he stepped back in fear.
"Mind your own business, Squib. And since when have you ever thought you were good enough to insult a proper wizard, when you can't even levitate a feather?"
Peter stuttered as he stared between his eyes at the finger Rosier was pointing at him.
Lily cringed slightly, sensing the bit of violence about to ensue the train's corridor in a matter of seconds. She briskly walked towards the two boys and lowered Rosier's pointed hand.
"Rosier, Peter didn't mean it. He probably heard Potter say it about someone, and decided to find out what cretin meant." She glanced apologetically at Peter. "And I'm certain he's figured out it's nothing nice."
Peter nodded furiously. Lily guessed his sudden nerve to be Gryffindor about the situation had died as soon as he suspected real danger. His cowardice seemed to be one of his more pathetic qualities. . . that, and his lack of good judgment in situations.
"Miss Evans, he's begging for a hex. Shouldn't I be kind enough to give it to him?"
Lily gave him a stern look, which was said to resemble that of Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress, before taking Peter's hand and leading him away from Rosier.
"I'll see you tomorrow in Potions, Rosier."
And, however faintly, he heard him hiss towards Peter, "Little Mudbloods won't always be there to protect you. . ."
Slytherin and Gryffindor definitely didn't compliment each other's personalities.
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"Peter, what in the name of Merlin gave you the impression you needed to say something like 'Cretin' back there? Rosier is a Slytherin, and you know Slytherin's don't play nice at insults."
Peter looked hesitant about telling her.
"I. . . I made a promise to myself to start acting more Gryffindor this year, since this is my last and final year at Hogwarts to prove I'm every bit as brave and courageous as the rest of the boys in our house. However. . . I guess my dominant Hufflepuff bloodline just never dies."
Lily couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. All the Pettigrews tended to be Hufflepuff, and he had already planned on how to meet friends in a perfectly Hufflepuff manner when he got to school. Surprisingly, the Sorting Hat saw more sense of bravery in him than Peter saw in himself, and put him in Gryffindor. And, then he was forced to make friends with dear James Potter and the gang, where, even under their influence, he couldn't meet Gryffindor standards.
"Thank you for trying to save me anyway, Peter. It was sweet." She gave him a soft smile, before it was quickly replaced by one of sour distaste. "But you wouldn't happen to know anything about your friend's little 'spider-floating' he pulled on me a few ticks back?"
Peter's worried expression tuned to one of amusement as he thought of it.
"Oh, yes! He's been planning that one for a while. He found out you had a phobia of spiders and. . . and. . ." He noticed Lily's furious expression and shut up abruptly.
"It is situations like that that you should take to saving people, Pettigrew." Lily commented deprecatingly.
Peter gulped. "Noted, Miss Evans."
She nodded, before waving him off into a compartment as she made her way back to the front compartment.
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Taiyourshoes: Of course, Petunia hates Lily and they never spoke. But how do you think that happened? Well, I love Lily and James romances, but I like relationships of all kinds. So. Part of this will be about Lily and Petunia and what happened there.
Much love to those who reviewed and read!
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Did You Find What You Were Looking For?
Chapter 3: Cretins and Purebloods
By: Taiyourshoes
~*~*~*~*~*~
Lily sat, hyperventilating, in an empty compartment in the back of the train. Every once in a while, she'd swat above her head, just to make sure nothing was there.
Despite the fact that Lily had never hated anyone in her life, she at least disliked James Potter. . . with a burning, raging, unstoppable passion.
It was just so kind of him to remind her why.
"Miss Evans?" Abigail O'Brien asked through the door.
Lily shook her head furiously. She had to pull herself together, for reputation's sake.
It took quite a bit to scare Lily Evans. She showed seemingly no weaknesses, had an air of spunk to her, and would always be willing to help out in Care Of Magical Creatures, even with the scarier animals.
But she drew the line at spiders.
And she hated that James Potter knew that.
"Coming. . ." Lily mumbled, giving the top of her head one last healthy swipe.
She slid open the compartment door, glancing at Abigail for a moment before peering to the left and right of her, just to make sure the Head Boy wasn't planning something deviant.
"Looking for something, Miss Evans?" Came a drawling voice down the narrow hall. It was none other than Connor Rosier, a Slytherin of the same year. He had a pug-like nose and large, glittering blue eyes. His fair straw hair was neatly combed back in a style unique to any pureblood, high-class family, and his Hogwarts robes were clean and pressed.
"Nothing, really, Rosier. . ." Lily gave a last glance around her head to make sure it was spider-free. "Good summer?"
She and Rosier had always been on quite good terms, despite the tiny battles their houses would have with one another. Although Lily represented everything a true Gryffindor should be, and Connor was a Slytherin to boot, both had been partners in Potions since their first year, and had learned to be civil, if not friendly, towards one another.
"Just fine. . ." He glanced at Abigail O'Brien, who was looking quite awkward, being in the middle of their after-summer-catch-ups. "And may I inquire as to why this little Ravenclaw is acting as your shadow?"
Abigail gave him a definitive scowl before bidding Lily farewell and stalking off towards the front compartment.
Lily shook her head at him, giving a slight sigh. "You know, you ought to stop picking on people like that. It really can't gain you very much popularity."
He shrugged. "I heard you screaming. What might cause Miss Lily Evans to scream?"
He actually looked interested as he put his hands behind his back, swaying slightly on the balls of his feet.
"The sight of James Potter's face after a nice, long, pleasant summer away."
Rosier chuckled softly. "Indeed."
He glanced at the place on her shirt that usually held her Prefect badge.
"Why, Miss Evans, you're Head Girl?"
To this, Lily smiled. She nodded her head proudly as she leapt into her story of how she had gotten her badge.
". . .So my sister, Petunia -Have I mentioned her before? I thought so-was helping me make one of those little biscuits for teatime- and I'm awful at cooking, mind-when a school owl comes swooping through the window. And, well, she isn't very used to owl post, and was away at camp all the other times I got an owl, so she screamed and. . ." Lily broke out into a little giggle; "she grabbed a bunch of biscuit dough and threw it at the poor thing! I'm surprised I was even allowed to be Head Girl after knocking one of the schools best owls into my kitchen tin!"
Rosier chortled along. He was used to her little anecdotes by now, and was actually rather fond of them. From what he could tell, Lily had a perfectly quaint little life in the muggle world with her parents and older sister, who Lily considered to be her best friend in the world.
"Well, I'm glad you can find humor the injuring of a fine school owl, Miss Evans." He said this dryly, but Lily was used to his sarcastic remarks and didn't take this offensively.
However. . .
"Is this cretin bothering you, Lily?"
It was Peter Pettigrew, a fellow Gryffindor of her year. He was one of James Potters little band of pranksters, but always seemed a bit outside of their immature jokes on the school. Rather, he struck Lily as more of a tag-along without any particular place to go.
Lily opened her mouth to tell him no, when Rosier pivoted the other way to face the pudgy boy. She was sure she heard Peter gulp as he stepped back in fear.
"Mind your own business, Squib. And since when have you ever thought you were good enough to insult a proper wizard, when you can't even levitate a feather?"
Peter stuttered as he stared between his eyes at the finger Rosier was pointing at him.
Lily cringed slightly, sensing the bit of violence about to ensue the train's corridor in a matter of seconds. She briskly walked towards the two boys and lowered Rosier's pointed hand.
"Rosier, Peter didn't mean it. He probably heard Potter say it about someone, and decided to find out what cretin meant." She glanced apologetically at Peter. "And I'm certain he's figured out it's nothing nice."
Peter nodded furiously. Lily guessed his sudden nerve to be Gryffindor about the situation had died as soon as he suspected real danger. His cowardice seemed to be one of his more pathetic qualities. . . that, and his lack of good judgment in situations.
"Miss Evans, he's begging for a hex. Shouldn't I be kind enough to give it to him?"
Lily gave him a stern look, which was said to resemble that of Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress, before taking Peter's hand and leading him away from Rosier.
"I'll see you tomorrow in Potions, Rosier."
And, however faintly, he heard him hiss towards Peter, "Little Mudbloods won't always be there to protect you. . ."
Slytherin and Gryffindor definitely didn't compliment each other's personalities.
~*~*
"Peter, what in the name of Merlin gave you the impression you needed to say something like 'Cretin' back there? Rosier is a Slytherin, and you know Slytherin's don't play nice at insults."
Peter looked hesitant about telling her.
"I. . . I made a promise to myself to start acting more Gryffindor this year, since this is my last and final year at Hogwarts to prove I'm every bit as brave and courageous as the rest of the boys in our house. However. . . I guess my dominant Hufflepuff bloodline just never dies."
Lily couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. All the Pettigrews tended to be Hufflepuff, and he had already planned on how to meet friends in a perfectly Hufflepuff manner when he got to school. Surprisingly, the Sorting Hat saw more sense of bravery in him than Peter saw in himself, and put him in Gryffindor. And, then he was forced to make friends with dear James Potter and the gang, where, even under their influence, he couldn't meet Gryffindor standards.
"Thank you for trying to save me anyway, Peter. It was sweet." She gave him a soft smile, before it was quickly replaced by one of sour distaste. "But you wouldn't happen to know anything about your friend's little 'spider-floating' he pulled on me a few ticks back?"
Peter's worried expression tuned to one of amusement as he thought of it.
"Oh, yes! He's been planning that one for a while. He found out you had a phobia of spiders and. . . and. . ." He noticed Lily's furious expression and shut up abruptly.
"It is situations like that that you should take to saving people, Pettigrew." Lily commented deprecatingly.
Peter gulped. "Noted, Miss Evans."
She nodded, before waving him off into a compartment as she made her way back to the front compartment.
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Taiyourshoes: Of course, Petunia hates Lily and they never spoke. But how do you think that happened? Well, I love Lily and James romances, but I like relationships of all kinds. So. Part of this will be about Lily and Petunia and what happened there.
Much love to those who reviewed and read!
