"Something Wicked This Way Comes." by Maroon Inkstains.
Summary;
Lily Evans has found out she is a witch, and ofcourse, goes to Hogwarts. Study hard, get straight A's – or O's, for that matter – and have Potter trailing you everywhere. Wait, that wasn't on the list. Year I to VII.
Disclaimer;
It's all mine – no, wait. I'm being delusional again. It's Rowling's, don't sue.
Pairings;
JPLE. Eventually. And perhaps more later on, no slash.
AN;
First story, be kind. First chapter is short. (:
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Chapter; I
Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Year I.
"Take care, Lily-flower,"
Esmerald eyes flashed worry as Lily Evans moved forward to hug her mother, who was sobbing – or crying, she supposed – madly, tears streaming down her face. Her mother embraced her tightly, as if never wanting to let her go, but she had too. After a while, she did so, and Lily smiled slightly, while brushing some auburn locks behind her ear. "I will, mum," she told her mother, who shot her a sad smile. "I love you," and her mother sobbed again, Lily grimaced. Her eyes quickly flashed towards the red train, seeing her father loading her trunk and other items, her owl Artemis dissapearing, too.
Then she looked at her sister, who was looking at her with utter loathing. "I will miss you, Petty," she said, moving forward to hug her sister, yet her sister quickly moved behind her mother, shooting her a glare. Lily tried to hide her dissapointment, failing though. "Goodbye, mum. Petunia." She quickly waved, before going over towards her father, who quickly hugged her, too. "Don't mind your sister," he muttered in her ear. "She's a bit jealous, she'll get over it. Love you, pumpkin. Get good grades." They hugged once more, and she smiled. "Love you too, dad. And I will!" Ofcourse she would – that was her goal, to outdo everyone else. With a wave, she aboarded the train.
"Out of my way, I'm a prefect!" came a sudden, shrilly voice, and someone pushed her – wich made her crashing into a compartment. Two pairs of eyes looked at her, and Lily quickly scrambled up from the floor. "Hi," she coughed slightly. "Uhm. I'm sorry, someone pushed me-" she paused, "Can I sit here?" She only recieved two nods, and she smiled quickly, sitting down. "I'm Lily Evans," she then introduced herself. "I found out I was a witch only a few weeks ago,"
"Me too," The brunette spoke up, smiling shyly as her ebony eyes shone warmly. "Dorcas Meadows, nice meeting you," They briefly shook hands, before the blonde spoke up, curls bouncing around her face while she reached over to shake Lily's hand, too. "Marlene McKinnon," she said, "I already knew I was a witch."
Before she could say anything else, though, there was a sudden screech of the door, and two boys stumbled in. The first had messy black hair, and Lily wondered if wizards knew how to use a comb, while the second had shaggy black hair. "Hello, ladies," the first said, before pausing slightly. "And squirt." Lily had no idea to whom he was talking too, yet Marlene seemed rather annoyed all of a sudden. "Get lost, James," she told him, waving her hand as if he was a bug. He grinned at her, and his eyes seemed to laugh behind his glasses.
"Nice seeing you too, Mar," he said cheerfully, as if not hearing her. "Who are these lovely ladies with you?" he shot Lily a smile, and briefly glanced at Dorcas. Lily couldn't help but flush slightly, she was hardly a 'lady'. "I'm James Potter," he then continued, before pointing his thumb at his companion. "And that's Sirius Black-"
"Black, James?" Marlene looked almost disgusted, forgetting to introduce Lily and Dorcas, while eyeing Black with such distaste that it brought a frown to Lily's features. "Didn't know you could sink that low-" Potter had to grab Black's arm when he leaped at her, his wand out and ready. Marlene had stood up, too, her own wand into her hand – and for a moment, Lily feared that there would break out some sort of 'duel' she had read about, as she saw the two glaring at eachother, sharp grey and flashing almond-brown eyes.
Black was taller then her, yet Marlene showed no sign of backing down or out, until he began speaking. "You can insult my family all you want, McKinnon," he spat out her name with as much distaste as she had eyed him. "But not me. Never me. I'm not like them, you got that?" he almost growled the last part, and Lily noticed Marlene had to bite back her tongue to say something, but the blonde girl sat back down, clicking her tongue while doing so.
Just when she was about to open her mouth, Potter quickly jumped in. "Don't even say it, Marlene," he shot her a glare, and she clicked her tongue again, almost furiously. Well, Lily thought. She has a temper to match my own, dad would say. She shot Marlene a slight reassuring smile – why, she didn't know – before seeing that Potter was staring at her, as if seeing her for the first time. "Yes?" she asked, forcing politeness, as he quickly gazed away, hazel eyes almost guilty. "Nothing." he mumbled, while Black sat down next to Dorcas, who had been quiet the entire time.
"Well," Dorcas said, clearing her throat. "As fun as that was," She suddenly stuck out her hand towards Black, who blinked in suprise. "Dorcas Meadows. Nice meeting you," Black shot her a grin – and Marlene was sticking her tongue out at him, Lily noticed from the corner of her eye – before he grabbed her hand firmly. "Sirius Black, same." and now, Lily noticed with an amused smile, Marlene was moving her hand, and her lips seemed to mouth 'blablabla'.
Black shot her a quick glare, grin fading slightly, while Potter sat down next to Marlene, shaking his head. "Be nice," Lily could hear him mumble towards her, as she shrugged. "Whatever you say, Jamesy." Then she jumped slightly. "Oh, I almost forgot. Well, that's Dorcas, obviously. And that's Lily Evans. Don't scare them too much, alright?" Potter flashed Lily another smile, and she uncertainly smiled back at him. She briefly wondered how Marlene knew Potter anyway, before Marlene seemed to read her mind.
"Jamesy and I live next to eachother," she told Lily and Dorcas, ignoring Black who didn't seem to mind much. "Pain in the arse, I tell you," she avoided Potter's hand, who swatted at her playfully. Lily smiled slightly, nodding before Dorcas piped up, "Ah, so that's why you two act like brother and sister," A pause. "Or a married couple," Both Potter and Marlene looked disgusted at eachother. "Ew, Dor! James isn't even over the fact girls don't have cooties, who would want to date him?" Typical eleven year's old response, Lily mused, remembering how Petunia had been on that age, and how she was now – dating everyone in sight, even at thirteen. But then again, how would I know? I'm eleven, too!
The trainride went by slowly, and Potter asked her many questions, most of them annoying her. 'Are you a muggle-born?' He had asked, and she, not knowing what it was, looked at him. 'Excuse me?' she had taken it as an insult – though, she had found out, 'mudblood'was one. 'It's a term for witches with non-magical parents.' Dorcas had explained, and Lily had found out that she and Dorcas were both 'muggleborn', while Potter, Black and Marlene had been 'purebloods'.
What annoyed her the most, though, was the fact Potter kept staring at her.
Did she have something on her face?
Well, he would have to wait, she decided, when feeling the train screeching to a halt.
They had arrived at Hogwarts.