A/N: ¤ Hits computer with fork ¤ This…piece…of….junk…likes….to….delete…stuff….thoughtlessly…I need a better computer ¤grumbles¤ Anyhow, here is the new chapter.
The Sorting Hat's Song.
Quite a long time before right now,
The founders four were here,
Building the school as it is now,
Creating the tale you'll hear.
Gryffindor, a courageous man,
Formed the house of the brave.
Daring and honourable is
How Gryffindors behave.
Hufflepuff, a friendly woman,
Formed the house of the loyal,
Hufflepuffs are kind and
Hardworking and full of toil.
Ravenclaw, a clever woman.
Formed the house of the wise.
Knowledge and wisdom are
Ravenclaw's enterprise.
Slytherin, an ambitious man,
Formed the house of the sly.
He liked those of pure ancestry,
And that's what he went by.
These are the founders' four houses,
Which one will you be in?
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw,
Gryfindor, Slytherin?
So put me down your head,
I am not here to scare,
I'll just see where you're meant to be,
And I will put you there!
Every-one clapped as the Sorting Hat finished his song. Lily could here people muttering "The song was rather short this year, and one person yelled out "One line didn't even make sense! An enterprise is a journey! Stupid hat!" They fell silent as Professor McGonagall opened the scroll, ready to read out the list of new first years.
"Andrews, Michael"
A small boy with brown hair and eyes made his way slowly up to the stool. Lily thought he looked familiar, but she couldn't place from where. Michael nervously put the hat on his head. After a minute or so, the Sorting hat opened its brim wide and declared "Ravenclaw!" The Ravenclaw table clapped loudly, as Michael went to join his peers.
Lily's concentration wavered, as she thought back to her own sorting.
Flashback.
They were inside. They could still see the rain falling from the ceiling, but it never touched them. It was warm inside, but Lily didn't realise because she was shivering. Her knees shook, and she was scared they were going to give way beneath her. Why did her surname have to start with an E? It was so early in the alphabet…
'Black, Sirius'
Lily watched as she saw a boy go up to the four-legged stool, which made a creaking sound, and put the hat on his head. The hat slid down to his shoulders, obstructing his face. There was a pause. The whole hall was silent, waiting for a response.
"GRYFFINDOR" The hat shouted. There was a silence. Then a table with red and gold over hangings started clapping and cheering as Sirius made his way to the table.
Lily stared at the floor, scuffing the tip of her shoe on the concrete floor. She looked up, seeing the night sky twinkling down on her. The clouds had dispersed and it had stopped raining. Then…
"Evans, Lily!" Professor McGonagall shouted.
Lily felt her knees shake underneath her. She walked slowly to the stool. It would be just her luck if it broke underneath her. Stop thinking negative thoughts, she told herself. They wouldn't do her any good. She sat on the stool, which rocked slightly. She slipped the hat on her head. She was looking at darkness. It was like it had suddenly turned into night. The chair rocked, and Lily lost her balance and fell. The chair fell as well, and one of the legs snapped off. Lily blushed, but non-chalantly put the hat on her head, admist the laughs of her peers.
End Flashback.
Lily chuckled, shaking herself out of her reverie. It was funny, though at the time it wasn't. Just in time to hear Professor McGonagall say "Lovegood, Luna!"
A young girl of about eleven made her way up to the now three-legged stool. She looked half dazed, as if she were unaware of her surroundings. Her supposed-to-be knee high socks were down to her ankles. She was wearing the most bizarre jewelry Lily had ever seen. A necklace of what Lily thought must be Butterbeer corks were strung around her neck. Her tangled dirty blond hair hung halfway down her back.
In all, she reminded her of Trelawney. Just without the glasses. Luna put the hat on her head, and it fell to her shoulders. Lily waited in anticipation. Most people's Sortings took a minute or so, in some exceptional cases up to ten. What she didn't know was that this girl was going to set a new Hogwarts record, the longest Sorting in a century.
It took thirty-eight minutes and twenty nine seconds. Most people had stopped paying attention, striking up conversations with their friends. The only person whose attention was still fully captured by the Sorting Hat was Dumbledore's.
Then the hat opened its brim wide and announced 'RAVENCLAW'. At first no one had realised the hat had spoken. But when Luna made her way to the Ravenclaw table, the Ravenclaws stood up and applauded for their housemate.
Then the candles went out. Lily heard multiple girls squeal. "Severus?" Lily questioned. There was no answer from him. She tried again, finally poking the spot she supposed her colleague's back would be. Her hand touched nothing.
"P-professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Lily?"
"What happened?"
"I'm not quite sure, Lily."
"What does that mean?" Lily asked apprehensively. Seconds after she asked this question there was a shattering noise. Every mirror in the room shattered into pieces and every reflective surface cracked. Lily traced a crack in her spoon. It was jagged, remarkably like Harry's scar.
She looked around the room for a second time, looking for a little light. But when her eyes went over where a corner would be she heard someone hiss "…lies…" she tried to move her head, but she couldn't. She hit her head on the table all was dark again.
"Mum?" Someone was shaking her lightly. She opened her eyes warily. "Hi, Harry." She said. "Mum! You're alright!" Harry sank back into his chair with relief.
"Where am I? What happened?" Lily asked.
"You're in the Hospital Wing." So she was.
"Drink this." Madam Pomfrey came over handing Lily a smoking goblet.
Lily obediently took a sip, and made a face. Not the tastiest stuff in the world. Madam Pomfrey bustled over, retrieving Lily's goblet. "Stop making those faces, Professor Potter, what did you excpect, pumpkin juice?"
"No, Coca-Cola." Lily replied. Harry burst out laughing but Madam Pomfrey looked merely confused. "What's Coca-Cola?"
"Don't worry," Lily answered waving her hand, "Muggle thing."
Madam Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. "Try and get a pleasant night's sleep, Professor."
"So what happened?" Lily questioned again.
"I don't know, I didn't find out until the lights were came back on. Your face was down, and it looked like you fell asleep on the table or something. Snape took you to the hospital wing, and nearly nobody saw you leave.
"You didn't hear that voice?" Lily curled her legs close to her chest as she asked. Was that a ghost in the corner, or just a trick of the light?
"What voice?" Harry replied.
"Don't worry about it." Lily said, pulling up the bed covers to her chin. "Luckily, tomorrow is a Sunday, so I can sleep. I feel like I was trampled by a hippogriff. You better go to bed; it's getting late.
'Goodnight." Harry said, as he stood up, off the plastic hospital chair.
"I love you." Lily replied.
"I love you too."
Dream
Lily was sitting on a bathroom floor. The bathroom had a mirror wall, and Lily looked at it. She didn't see her reflection. Not one of her current age, anyway. The girl in the mirror was eleven years old. The girl in the mirror was in a bedroom, opening an envelope made of thick, heavy parchment.
It was like there was a television spanning the whole wall, except it was on mute. The Lily in the mirror teared the top of the envelope off, and extracting what was inside.
Then the image changed. There was a mist, in a dark green forest. She heard a chilling voice. The same voice which had spoken the very words that had killed her. Lord Voldemort.
"I know your back, Lily, I'm not surprised…you're pretty good… for a Mudblood…"
Lily punched the glass. "Shut up, you bastard."
Lily's hands were bleeding; the glass had cut into her skin. Except it didn't hurt. And that's when she realised it was a dream.
End Dream
Lily landed with a thump; she had fallen out of bed again. Madam Pomfrey came in due to the noise. "What are you doing out of bed, young lady?" She asked with her hands on her hips, making Lily feel like a schoolgirl again.
"Fell." Lily said simply, rising to her feet and pulling herself to her feet. "I feel like a just ran a hundred mile marathon."
Light was streaming out of the curtains, hitting Lily in the face. It still felt like summer, even though it was already spring.
"I thought you said you felt like you were trampled by a hippogriff." Madam Pomfrey replied, changing the water for the flowers in a glass vase on Lily's bedside table.
"How's this for a happy medium," Lily said, squinting her eyes against the sun's rays, "I feel like I ran a hundred mile marathon only to be trampled by a hippogriff at the end!"
Madam Pomfrey made no answer but just shook her head. "You better go, you know, it's Monday morning."
Lily was shocked. "I slept Sunday away?" She squealed, surprised.
"Yes, Harry was quite worried, he spent half the day here yesterday with Mister Weasley and Miss Granger."
Lily made a mental note to see Harry after classes today just to see how he was going. He seemed happy enough. Maybe she wasn't spending enough time with him?
"I guess I better get going then." Lily sighed.
"Wait, before you go take this!" Madam Pomfrey instructed, as she handed Lily a smoking goblet of a colorless liquid. Lily downed it, trying to keep a straight face.
"Bye." Lily said, walking out of the room. The History of Magic classroom was on the third floor, meaning she didn't have far to walk. And her office was on the same level, so she didn't have to walk far.
She went down the stairs leading to the third floor. But on the bottom, someone was waiting for her. A green, pillow wearing house-elf.
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A/N: What you think? Anyway, I know I said I would do Review Responses in my bio, but when I just finished, my computer crashed. We are getting quite close to 100 reviews! Can we make it? If you're the lucky one, maybe I'll send you a lollipop if I can fit it in my printer.
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