The Beginning of …Something
Disclaimer: There's no J.K. Rowling here and all the characters from the Harry Potter books belong to her.
Chapter Two: If You Don't Beat It, I'll…
Now Lily had no intention of feeling like an outsider at this new and different wizarding school. For this reason, she took to reading her school books for the entirety of the train ride. Except for the moment where she was rudely interrupted by a young boy with messy black hair. As she always is in almost every portrayal of her story.
Why should this one be any different? Be anymore original? People will still read it anyhow.
And it would ruin the essence of predictability!
So on words…
"Hello," the boy said causally and moved through the compartment doors, "Anyone else sitting here?"
"No, but if you can stand the clutter, you're welcome to sit down," she said looking up slightly.
She quickly returned to the book that was currently consuming her time.
He glanced around disgustedly at the organized mess of books and parchment that had made a temporary home on the floor and on the vacant seats. I think it's safe to say that he wanted nothing to do with Lily. Not that anyone should be surprised by this.
"No, I'm fine in my own compartment," he replied, "I was just on a mad search for my friends. I don't think even they would be able to fit under this mess."
"Why thank you for stopping by, be sure to come again," Lily mumbled as he started to turn out of the room.
"I'll be sure to," he said with a wicked grin, and shut the door to search more for his friends.
"Prat," Lily murmured, and flipped the page on her book.
From what I know about her, it was the most she could do to keep herself from hurling one of those heavy books that were in a heap on the floor at the door.
A mere few hours after regaining her composure, the train came to a stop and Lily found herself making a quick dash to catch up to the other first years being led to the boats. Those books had taken all too long to clean up and she ended up in a boat with a pale blond boy, a glittering-eyed black-hair boy and the very rude boy of whom she had encountered in her compartment.
"Why hello," the boy smiled and gave a look to the other young men, "You didn't think you would be seeing me again, did you?"
This time, I believe it was Lily's moment to shine with disgust.
"Well, no I didn't. I hoped you might have been thrown out of the train by 'accident.'"
Then our favorite heroine took the liberty to cross her arms dramatically and stare blankly at the lake water.
"See. I won the bet, mates. She is insane," the boy to her right said and took her hand in his, "Sirius Black, my sweet."
"I'm so charmed, but it takes more than simply wishing a person trouble to make them crazy."
I would describe just how Lily took her hand out of Sirius's but I'm sure you can tell by now that she is feeling a little bit more than peeved about being stuck in a boat with these boys.
"Yes, I suppose it does," he replied, taken back by her cool demeanor. "This is Peter and the boy you're already familiar with is known as James."
Lily sighed briefly. "Like I said before, charmed... Really, I am."
There's no need to describe any more any further because it has been established that Lily does not like these boys, will never like these boys, and has absolutely no intention of talking to them any further. Nor did the boys, who were extremely insulted by this girl's rude awakening.
They barely exchanged any additional conversation except for the huge "OOH!" they shared when the castle of Hogwarts had been spotted.
Soon enough, we find all the first years lined up and waiting for the Sorting. All have simultaneous looks of terror on their faces. The occasional few are seen biting their nails and cracking their knuckles in nervousness.
Once the Sorting is over and Lily is rightfully sorted into Gryffindor on her "immense talent" merits, she is once again at ease with herself.
She finds that the food is incredibly wonderful and feels pretty stuffed when she's finished her plate. Of course, we know she goes for seconds because who couldn't resist all that amazingly tasty food?
At the point of second helpings, the post finally arrives. Lily in awe of all the owls soaring through the Great Hall and pauses to watch them, just like many other muggle-born students.
We find seconds later that Lily is wanted by someone. There was a sharp tap on her shoulder that caused her to jump nearly ten feet in the air and not by any magic trick.
She turns around to find—who else?
James was standing behind her, holding a piece of parchment.
"You again?" Lily asked him with a tone that implies that she's fairly annoyed.
At this point, he's just as annoyed with her. He was quick to thrust the letter (that arrived in his place at the table by complete 'accident') into her hands and speak.
"Get used to it. According to the fanfiction writer, I'm going to be bumping into you everywhere you turn for the next seven years."
"Just get away from me now, for the moment," she said angrily, "And I don't want to see you for another six years!"
"Gladly," he replied, turning on his heel.
At this Lily opened her letter in peace, read it anxiously, and then proceeding in running out of the Great Hall out of anguish.