a/n: i just further edited this ch on the words of my beta reader. enjoy:-)

Moaning Myrtle

Lily shut the door behind her and fell against it. She slid down the wall and sat on the floor for a few minutes, wishing she were back at her old school. She wouldn't cry anymore. She couldn't. There weren't any more tears left to cry.

"WooooooooooAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

A wailing sound so startled Lily that she jumped and hit her head against the door.

What in heaven's name, was that? She thought.

"OOOOOOoooohh looks like someone's been CRYING!" said the same voice that had been wailing only minutes before. Lily glanced around to find the owner of the voice. Her gaze rested on a young-looking, transparent girl. She was a ghost.

"May I ask who you are?" asked Lily, eyebrows raised.

"I'M Moaning Myrtle. Who are you? Noo one comes into my bathroom. It makes me feel, it makes me feel, sad. So, why have you ventured into my…humble abode?"

"Oh! I'm sorry Myrtle. I'm new here. Did you know Professor Evans? That's my mom. I'm Lily," she answered. She sighed again, realizing that before today, her body did not know what a sigh was, unless it was over a boy she thought was cute. "I just transferred schools. I was crying because, well, I'm leaving all my friends, and Quidditch, and my classes, and, and, and, I want to go back!" Tears began to fall down Lily's face again, and her body convulsed as if she were having a seizure. She had been wrong. She wasn't done crying. Her voice shook as she began again. "I, I have ttto go ttto clclass. But I cccan't sstop crying! I just mmmiss everyone ssso much! I'm sscared people won't lllike me here because my mmmom and bbbecause I'm new. Wwhat if I cccan't make friends?"

"You're welcome to come share the U-bend with me. I stay here every day, every night, all alone. I haven't even left since, I died."

"That's so…sad," said Lily, wiping away her tears again as she regained normal breathing. This girl was obviously worse off than she. Lily just had to put a smile on her face and suck it up. She was going to get through this if it killed her. "I really have to get to class, I'm sorry Myrtle. But, not before I clean myself up. You can watch if you like," she added, as she noticed Myrtle floating there, intently watching her.

"Oh no, you go ahead. I'm going to go back to my toilet and take a nap. Pity you won't join me in here. See you later." With that the girl's ghosted floated over to one of the stalls and went in.

SPLASH

Heaven bent to take my hand

And lead me through the fire.

Lily began humming the same song from before once again.

I guess heaven might have considered bending to take my hand. Moaning Myrtle just sort of did. I'm not as bad off as I thought.

Lily walked to the nearest faucet and attempted to turn it on. "That's funny, it doesn't work!" Lily said aloud.

"That one never does," Myrtle's voice answered from somewhere in the toilet behind her.

"Oh well. Thanks Myrtle. I guess I'll use this one," she said, moving to a different basin. Water cascaded out as she turned the knob. She looked quizzically at the other. She wondered what was wrong with it, and why no one had fixed it. She lived in a world of magic after all, didn't she? She reached into her robes and pulled out her wand. "Reparo," she commanded strongly. Nothing happened. Well that's odd, she thought. As Lily made to replace her wand deep within her robes, she noticed something quite odd. There on her chest she sported a Gryffindor Lion on the previously plain, black material just moments before. She fingered the design, wondering how it had gotten there. But yet, almost kicking herself, it was a magicking world, and anything was possible. The charm for the lion must have been quite simple, really.

Before turning back to the running water, Lily stripped herself of the bulky, black robes for better access to the sink, and to avoid soaking herself more than necessary. She hung them over the door of Myrtle's stall, and returned to the running faucet. Looking in the mirror, she found she looked slightly better than she had expected. Her puffy eyes were almost returned to their normal glow, though still red from her tears. Her plain, pink shirt was slightly wrinkled from the heap she had sat in, but nothing she couldn't fix with a flick of her wand. Before fetching her wand from her robes, she turned off the still-running water. Once she had her wand in her hand, she pointed it at her clothing and, in turn, her robes, muttering Rectarus. Her clothing was instantly wrinkle-free. Even so, her hands absently-mindedly smoothed her low-rise, washed out jeans. Her outfit hugged her curves in all the right places. Looking down at herself, she realized her chest had mysteriously grown without her notice. Well now, that's strange, she thought to herself. Now where did those come from? Nothing to complain about, though, I suppose.

Lily laughed at herself as she returned to the sink and created a stream of water once more. Cupping her hands into the flow, she splashed her slightly blotchy face with the cool liquid. Turning it off, she reached for a towel and dried off her face. She looked in the mirror again. Her eyes were still a tad puffy. She decided to reapply her makeup. No more crying for the day. She would be all set. She hastily applied cover-up and then eyeliner and mascara. Not a lot, only enough to accentuate her features. Dusting herself off and checking her reflection once more, Lily replaced her new Gryffindor robes, gathered her things and strode out the door.

"'Bye, Myrtle." Lily thought she heard a muffled 'Farewell' come from the toilet, but couldn't be sure.

With that Lily was on the way to her first class at her new school. She glanced at her watch. Only 10:14. Checking her schedule, she headed back towards Dumbledore's office and toward her first class at Hogwarts, Transfiguration. After walking down the corridor, she found the door on the left.

Wow that was a quicker jaunt that I planned on. Well, here goes. Thought Lily as her heart began to beat faster in her chest.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the transfiguration room and stepped in, and the door shut heavily behind her. She felt as if she were locking herself into a great trap where she would hardly be able to leave. Hearing the door open and shut, thirty pairs of eyes looked up from the teacups they were trying to transfigure. Their eyes rested on the mysterious new girl standing in the doorway.

"Why Miss Lily," said Professor McGonagall. "Welcome. I've been expecting you. Class, this is Miss Lily Evans. She is new to us from Owlhorn's Preparatory School of Magic. It is a larger school of magic in Wales. They do not have houses as we do here at Howarts, so if you all will make Lily feel welcome and introduce her to the school that would be wondrous. Miss Evans will you please come down and seat yourself here next to Mr. Black.

Lily's face seemed to burn a bright pink as she made her way down the rows of benches toward the seat the professor had gestured toward. A few of the boys whistled.

"Now, now, that's enough, boys. Lets not bother Lily too much, thank you."

It seemed to Lily that the professor was placing a bit too much emphasis on her name. She figured that it was probably so that everyone would remember it. Lily found her seat and plopped herself onto it. She looked at the boy Professor McGonagall had called Mr. Black. But what was his first name?

"Hi," she said finally.

"Hi," he repeated. "Sirius, Sirius Black. Niiiice to meet you," he added, staring at her chest. Lily wished she had a shirt that read "My face is up here" with an arrow pointing from her chest to her face.

"Well, uh, you probably know, I'm Lily. Evans."

SLAP The boy that was Sirius whipped around as he was slapped across his face by the girl sitting on the other side of him.

"What are you doing with her?" she asked. "You manslut!" The girl got up from her seat and walked out of the room, slamming the heavy door Lily had just walked through behind her. Sirius shrugged.

"Girls," he said, rolling his eyes. Mumbling, he added, "I was just trying to be nice to the new girl."

"What was that all about?" Lily asked.

"Oh, nothing, my girlfriend just went ape on me. Well, I'd better go fix what I've just done. See you," he said, as he rose to go speak with the professor.

Lily glanced behind her and greeted quite a few glares from the girls in the class. She also noticed a certain, messy haired boy sitting quite close to a skinny brunette in the back of the room. When he thought no one was looking, he began sneaking a snog from the girl Lily assumed was his girlfriend. They did not go entirely unnoticed, however, for the professor slapped a book on a desk near the boy that Lily thought was called Potter. James maybe? She couldn't remember exactly.

"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall shouted. "Maybe your teacup would transform if you would get your eyes, hands, and mouth off of Miss Wentworth and applied them to the work you are supposed to be completing. Detention in my office on Saturday night at 8pm. You will be scrubbing each of these desks until they sparkle. Without magic," she added. Lily stifled a giggle, but shrugged. He was a good looking boy, she would try to sneak a snog with him if she were the brunette girl next to him. Glancing around once more, she sat there by herself feeling awkward. Professor McGonagall surprised her by striding over to her.

"Lily dear, were you aware that we, here at Hogwarts, also wear uniforms during classes under our robes?" the Professor asked her.

"Oh, no ma'am. I'm sorry I didn't know they were for every day. At my old school we only wore them for mealtimes and special occasions. Would you like me to change?"

"No, after class will do. You may, however, wear the clothing you have on under your robes after hours. Mealtimes we wear the uniforms, as with during classes and school events like quidditch matches, which are mandatory. During your free time you may choose what you wish to wear. At the moment, however, we are transfiguring these teacups into mice. Do you think you could do that? I don't know how far you are in your studies from your old school."

"Yes, Ma'am. I can do that. We've been transfiguring trunks into pigs just this past week, so I should be fine. Thanks, though."

"Wow, I guess you shall be quite all right, my dear. If you need anything, I'll just be walking around the room, as much of the class hasn't yet mastered this task. I may ask your assistance and helping the others."

"No, professor. That's O.K. I'd rather just mind my own business, thanks," said Lily.

"Well then," replied the professor, "It seems as though you are all set then." She turned and rushed toward the back of the room where a mousy-looking, blonde-haired boy seemed to have just lit his notepaper on fire. Lily sank back into her chair before beginning on her teacup. Within minutes, a squeaking mouse raced around the desk. She dug in her purse and found an extra quill. She transfigured that into a cage. Grabbing her mouse, she placed him in the cage to avoid wreaking havoc in the class should the mouse have run loose about the place. Sirius had come back to his seat with the girl who had slapped him earlier in tow. Getting a better look at the girl, Lily realized she was very pretty, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She wasn't short, but wasn't tall either, and she was very skinny. She reminded Lily of her best friend back at Owlhorn. Her mouth twitched at the thought of her old school and old friends, but she did not cry. Sadly, she would not be ever speaking to her old friends again.

"Did McGonagall come over here and do that as an example for you?" asked the girl, gesturing at the mouse in the cage in front of Lily.

"No," answered Lily, blushing. "I did," she added quietly.

"I'm Lacey, by the way. Nice job on that. Did she give you the cage? I can't seem to get the hang of this stupid charm. Don't know what's wrong with me," said the girl giggling and placing her flirty head on Sirius' shoulder. Sitting up straight again, Lacey looked at Lily again. "You're Lily right?"

"Yeah," said Lily. "Uh, nice to meet you. Would you like me to help you? I guess this is one of my favorite subjects. We used to do it a lot at my old school."

"Sure, like, totally thanks, Lily," cooed Lacey. "So, um, before you teach me this magic junk, you're last name is Evans, right? Professor Evans, are you er, related to that woman?"

"Erm, yeah, yeah I am," responded Lily hesitantly. "She's my mum. But…I'm not too..proud, I suppose, of it. Er, anyways all you have to do is swish and swish, and you've got it. Here, try that with me." As she said that the two girls went over the spell. It took a few tries, but Lacey finally got it.

"Wow, totally thanks Lily. I don't know what I'd do without you," giggled Lacey.

"Well, what are friends for," joked Lily. It had been the first time she laughed all day, which was quite unusual for her.

"All right class, that is all for today," said Professor McGonagall. "Pack up your things, and I'll see you on Wednesday."

"Lily?" said Sirius, but she had already gone. It was almost as though she vanished into thin air. Weird, he thought. He shrugged. Must have just run past or something, and I didn't notice. Sirius walked out of the class, and with a quick kiss, Lacey was gone towards her friends who were waiting for her at the other end of the hall. He rolled his eyes. Girls! He thought. Can't live with them, can't live without them. Looking down at his right hand, the last part made him grin. DEFINITELY can't live without them. With one last look over his shoulder, Sirius went off to the Gryffindor commonroom to find James, Peter, and Remus. There he found them lazing about on the couches near the fire.

"Oy prongs! Moony! Did you idiots see the new girl? She's a hot one, that one."

"Padfoot, I don't think Lacey would approve," warned James sarcastically.

"Shut up, all right? She's great in bed. And, she's hot. So shut it,"

"Yeah, Amy's a good lay too."

"You got Amy in bed? You got Amy in bed? How the bloody hell did you do that."

"Told her I loved her. Duh. I, unlike you, have class AND style, Sirius."

"Yeah well whatever James. I've gotten more than you," snapped Sirius.

"That doesn't matter, it's how good it is that counts, anyone knows that. Right ladies?" The girls that remained in the commonroom giggled. A chorus of 'Yes, James' followed.

"Ooh, Jamsie has his own fanclub now huh?" said Sirius sarcastically. James stood and playfully shoved Sirius onto the couch. "Oww," joked Sirius loudly. "Just kidding," he added before the girls crowded around.

"Hey Prongs, Padfoot, cut the shit let's go down to the kitchen and see what the lovely house elf ladies have for us today," Remus interjected. "Come on, Wormtail, you too." The four boys, better known as the Marauders, headed out of the portrait hole and down to the kitchens.

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