A/n: Thanks for all your reviews! However, a few of you stated 'Sirius's mother is supposed to hate muggle-borns' etc. This I say to you:
Didst thou not readeth the part in bold on chapter 2? It stated in bold letter and in caps that:
THIS STORY DOES NOT COMPLY WITH ORDER OF THE PHOENIX! I AM NOT USING THE FACTS FROM THAT!
Got your attention? Good. The original Fairy Dust was written before book 5, therefore, this being the remake of said story, I am not using that.
Now, my feelings on book 5:
I was disappointed. I read it the first day it came out and was utterly and completely disappointed. It took a week for Sirius's death to sink in. I was sitting on the computer (like usual) talking to a friend when it hit me. I was sitting with tears streaming down my face (being the emotional sap I am). Five months later, (a few weeks ago) I brought it along on a trip to Mexico, planning on forcing myself to read it. I read it again and grew to appreciate it a bit more. I was very happy that Lupin played a substantial role *huggles Remus plushie* I also have one thing to say:
I, QDramaStr, upon this date of December 27, 2003, hereby predict that Arthur Weasley will become the next Minister of Magic.
Where do I get the basis for such an outrageous prediction? If you will dig out your dust-covered copies of OOTP and turn with me (in the American version, and is just me or do I sound like a preacher?) to page 652 (second page on Chapter 29- Career Advice.) You will then see that Ron states:
"We've got about as much chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year as Dad's got of becoming Minister of Magic."
And, as you know, they won.
`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'``'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
The boats docked inside the castle and Lily dragged Sirius out of the boat. She had been afraid he was going to start something with Snape. She didn't know the boy, but from this first encounter with him, she didn't like him one bit. They walked up a stone staircase and found themselves inside the castle. After going up another staircase, the first years found themselves facing a stern looking witch with black hair pulled tightly into a bun.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, her face devoid of emotion, "My name is Professor McGonagall. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is an important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points," her eyes flickered to James and Sirius who gave her innocent looks which didn't suit them. "At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup; a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"If you will wait here, I will see if we are ready for you." With a swish of her forest green cloak; she disappeared through a set of double doors.
"So, what house do you want to be in?" asked a voice behind Lily. Lily turned to see James; the boy from King's Cross talking to a short, plump, and very frightened boy.
"I-I don't k-k-know," he stuttered. "A-Any house w-w-would be fine f-for me."
"Well I'm going to be in Gryffindor," said James.
"Says who?" asked Sirius, turning around.
"Says my whole family lineage," James snapped back. Sirius laughed.
"You'd never get in Gryffindor in a million years, you pansy," he said. Lily tugged on Sirius's sleeve.
"Sirius, leave him alone," she said.
"I can't stand being near this idiot any longer," said James. He turned to the chubby boy next to him, "Come on Peter, we're leaving." He walked off and the plump boy followed him like a lost puppy. Lily turned back around and promptly bumped into someone. It was the same girl she had bumped into on the train.
"Sorry." Lily said, smiling sheepishly. "That's the second time today."
"It's okay," Megan replied. She quickly moved away.
"Hey, I know you," Sirius said to Remus, whom had been standing near Megan.
"Y-you do?" Remus asked nervously.
"Yeah, you're uh . . . um . . .. You're er . . .." he snapped his fingers as he tried to think of the name. "I saw you at a Ministry ball once."
"Oh," Remus replied softly. "Well then, guess you don't know me."
"No, I don't," Sirius replied. Remus nodded and went to stand near Megan.
"You're Sirius, aren't you?" asked a voice near Sirius. Sirius turned to see Meredith, the girl from the boat standing next to him.
"Yeah," he said. Lily extended her hand to Meredith.
"I'm Lily Evans," she said.
"Meredith Chen," Meredith replied.
"So what house do you want to be in?" Sirius asked Meredith. She shrugged.
"Whatever house I get in," she replied. "It really doesn't matter."
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor," said Sirius.
"Really?" asked Meredith. "Are you that sure?" Sirius nodded.
"What about you?" Meredith asked, glancing at Lily. Lily shrugged.
"I don't know," she said. "I'm muggleborn so I really don't know much about the houses. I don't know much about anything else to do with magic, for that matter."
"Did I just hear you say you were a muggleborn?" drawled a cold voice behind them.
"Malfoy," spat Sirius after he turned around to see who it was.
"Black," the platinum haired boy replied. Sirius glared at Malfoy.
"Leave Lily alone you git," he said. Malfoy crossed to Lily and lifted her chin with his finger, only to be met with a glare from her.
"Lily is it?" he asked. "What a lovely flower you are. Pity you're a-."
"We are ready for you," came the voice of Professor McGonagall. Sirius shoved Malfoy away.
"Who was that?" asked Lily as she walked into the Great Hall with Sirius.
"Lucius Malfoy," Sirius replied. "Extremely rich, snob and git extrordinaire. You don't want to associate with him?"
"Why not?" asked Lily. Sirius sighed.
"Although it's never been proven, the name Malfoy is commonly synonymous with dark magic," he said.
"There's dark magic?" Lily inquired. Sirius nodded.
"Sadly, yes," he said. "There's a wizard who's been practicing the dark arts for years. He's recently started to terrorize people."
"Who is he?"
"You-Know-Who."
"No," said Lily, "I don't know who. That's why I asked."
"Come on Lily," Sirius said, " You know who."
"No," Lily replied, "I really, really don't know who." Sirius groaned.
"His name is . . . well," he trailed off, "People don't like saying his name. Personally, I could care less. Everyone just freaks out when they hear it."
"I won't freak out," Lily said. "Just tell me and I'll never ask you again." Sirius leaned close and whispered in her ear.
"Voldemort," he said. Lily nodded.
"Volde-," Sirius put his hands over her mouth.
"Sshh!" he hissed. "Don't say it aloud."
"Sorry," Lily said. She looked around. "This place is amazing!" The ceiling of the hall was dark, with clouds swirling as if a storm was brewing. Four long tables were set in the hall, with one long one set facing them. At this table, many older wizards and witches sat. These were the professors. At the center of all the professors was the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He wore midnight blue robes and his hair was long and silver.
Professor McGonagall set a three-legged stool in front of the high table. On top of it, she placed a hat that was very well worn and tattered around the brim.
"What is that?" Lily whispered to Sirius. Sirius shrugged.
"I have no idea," he answered. Before Lily's eyes, the brim of the hat opened just like a mouth and began to sing.
(A/n: Sorry guys, no song. I'm not THAT creative.)
The Great Hall burst into thunderous applause as that hat finished. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "When I call your names, you will come up to the stool and place the hat on your head."
"I certainly hope no one has lice," said a girl with flaxen hair and gray eyes. Sirius turned to her.
"Shut up Narcissa," he said. The girl stuck her tongue out at him. Sirius turned back to Lily "All we have to do is try on a stupid hat to get sorted!" he said, "My cousin told me we had to make a centaur disappear!"
"How is that hat going to sort us?" Lily asked.
"Beats me," Sirius replied.
"Abbott, David." A blond boy standing near Lily and Sirius gulped and slowly made his way through the crowd to sit on the stool. He put the hat over his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted a few seconds later. A table with a yellow banner and a badger broke into applause.
"The hat talks!" Lily exclaimed. Sirius nodded.
"Even in the wizarding world, that's kind of unusual," he said.
"Anderson, Cliff."
"RAVENCLAW!" The Ravenclaw table cheered.
"Black, Sirius." Sirius's eyes widened and he gulped. Lily nudged him.
"Go," she hissed. He nodded.
"Right," he said. He made his way to the stool and set the hat on his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius jumped up and punched fist in the air as the Gryffindor table applauded. He executed a bow and went to sit with the Gryffindors. Lily heard someone grumbling behind her and turned to see James, looking angry that Sirius had gotten into the house he wanted. Lily giggled and James glared at her.
"What're you laughing at?" he spat.
"You," she replied. "You're whining just because Sirius got into Gryffindor."
"Yeah . . . well, shut up," he retorted. Lily rolled her eyes as "Chen, Meredith" was called. Meredith skipped up to the hat and put it on her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" She took off the hat and went to sit at the Slytherin table.
"Crabbe, Simon." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Daniels, Gretchen." A girl with buckteeth made her way to the hat and put it on.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Evans, Lily." Lily gulped and made her way to the hat, knowing that every eye was on her. She sat on the stool and slipped the hat over her head.
"A brilliant mind," said a voice in her ear. "You'd do well in Ravenclaw. You have compassion for others; Hufflepuff would suit you as well. I think you shall be- wait, what is this? Ah yes, now I see. The only place for you is GRYFFINDOR!" Lily removed the hat, confused at what had just taken place. She saw Sirius whistling and quickly went to sit with him.
"Wait to go Lils!" Sirius said. "We're housemates!"
"Great," Lily replied. Sirius laughed. "You know you're glad."
"I guess so," she said, "At least I know someone in my house." Lily remembered the sorting was still going on when she heard "Jacobson, Megan," be called. Lily turned to see the girl she had a habit of bumping into making her way towards the stool. She put the hat on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat bellowed. The girl removed the hat looking greatly relieved. As "Johnson, Annette" was called; Lily saw Megan glance back at the headmaster. The headmaster smiled at her and she went to sit at the Gryffindor table.
"RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat, and "Johnson, Annette" went to sit with the Ravenclaws.
"Kilrain, Rian." A menacing looking boy with black hair strode up to the hat.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Larson, Gwen."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Lupin, Remus." The boy Sirius had talked to while they were waiting to be let in the Great Hall put the hat on his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Malfoy, Lucius." A boy with platinum blonde hair swaggered towards the hat and placed it on his head.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted immediately. Sirius snorted.
"Only house that'd take him I bet," he said. Lily listened to Sirius complain about how annoying Malfoy was until "Pettigrew, Peter" was called.
"That's that kid who was hanging out with James," Sirius said. "Looks like a Hufflepuff to me."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
"Apparently he's not," Lily replied.
"Potter, James." Sirius closed his eyes and crossed his fingers.
"Please Not Gryffindor," he muttered, "Please not Gryffindor, please not Gryffindor."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius slammed his head on the table.
"No!" he cried. Lily patted him on the back.
"I'm sure it's not going to be that bad," she said.
"I'm going to have to share a room with him for seven years!" Sirius whined.
"I'm not too pleased about it either," James called from down the table.
"Good hearing, that one," Sirius muttered.
"I heard that!" Lily rested her head in her hand and listened to Sirius complain until he said "Oh look, it's Snape. He better not get into Gryffindor or I'm transferring." Indeed, the greasy haired boy from the boat was sitting down on the stool.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"And good riddance," Sirius said, breathing a sigh of relief. Lily rolled her eyes.
"You really don't like a lot of people, do you?" she asked as "Sunders, Philip" became a Ravenclaw.
"Nope," Sirius replied, "They're all evil." Lily shook her head.
"How do you know I'm not evil?" she asked.
"You're too pretty to be evil," he said, winking at her. Lily laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah," she said sarcastically, "That's it."
"Thompson, Molly."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Valencia, Nicole."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Walker, Narcissa."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Watson, Thomas."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Wilson, Melinda."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Lily sighed. The sorting had begun to get boring, but that was the last person. Professor McGonagall rolled up the scroll and took the stool and hat away. Professor Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands for silence.
"Welcome new and returning students," he said, "I'm sure you are all ready and anxious to learn." There were a few laughs. "Before the feast, a few rules and announcements. Mr. Filch would like to remind everyone that there is no magic in the corridors. I would also like to remind students that any threats of hanging from the ceiling by your ankles made by Mr. Filch are not to be taken to heart. Also, that the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden.
"I'd like to introduce to you your head boy and head girl, Mr. Rowan Jacobson and Miss Tia Campbell." A seventh year boy with a mop of brown hair stood from the Gryffindor table and smiled. A seventh year girl with auburn hair stood from the Ravenclaw table and waved. They sat down.
"That is all there is to say, so tuck in!" finished Dumbledore.
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A/n: I'm done! Finally! Hehe, I realize this has taken a LONG time to write but I've been busy with the holidays and schoolwork, tests, projects, etc. And to be frank, the creative stream is running low. I really don't have any idea of what I'm going to do for these first few years. I'm most likely going to have to resort to plan B. *Looks at Mer and Nicole* You know I love you guys. *Watches as they run away* Fine! Be like that! As soon as I hit fifth year or so, I've got everything in my head, so I'll be putting chapters out like crazy.
Anyway, question for the chapter: I need a new name for this story. Fairy Dust-2 The Remake just isn't going to cut it. I'm thinking of "The Only One He Ever Loved." Works in multiple ways. Like it? Tell me. Got a better idea? Tell me that too and if I like it and decide to use it, there can be wonderful and fabulous prizes in store for you.
Okay, just a guest appearance. But what isn't wonder and fabulous about that?
Didst thou not readeth the part in bold on chapter 2? It stated in bold letter and in caps that:
THIS STORY DOES NOT COMPLY WITH ORDER OF THE PHOENIX! I AM NOT USING THE FACTS FROM THAT!
Got your attention? Good. The original Fairy Dust was written before book 5, therefore, this being the remake of said story, I am not using that.
Now, my feelings on book 5:
I was disappointed. I read it the first day it came out and was utterly and completely disappointed. It took a week for Sirius's death to sink in. I was sitting on the computer (like usual) talking to a friend when it hit me. I was sitting with tears streaming down my face (being the emotional sap I am). Five months later, (a few weeks ago) I brought it along on a trip to Mexico, planning on forcing myself to read it. I read it again and grew to appreciate it a bit more. I was very happy that Lupin played a substantial role *huggles Remus plushie* I also have one thing to say:
I, QDramaStr, upon this date of December 27, 2003, hereby predict that Arthur Weasley will become the next Minister of Magic.
Where do I get the basis for such an outrageous prediction? If you will dig out your dust-covered copies of OOTP and turn with me (in the American version, and is just me or do I sound like a preacher?) to page 652 (second page on Chapter 29- Career Advice.) You will then see that Ron states:
"We've got about as much chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year as Dad's got of becoming Minister of Magic."
And, as you know, they won.
`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'``'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
The boats docked inside the castle and Lily dragged Sirius out of the boat. She had been afraid he was going to start something with Snape. She didn't know the boy, but from this first encounter with him, she didn't like him one bit. They walked up a stone staircase and found themselves inside the castle. After going up another staircase, the first years found themselves facing a stern looking witch with black hair pulled tightly into a bun.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, her face devoid of emotion, "My name is Professor McGonagall. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is an important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points," her eyes flickered to James and Sirius who gave her innocent looks which didn't suit them. "At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup; a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"If you will wait here, I will see if we are ready for you." With a swish of her forest green cloak; she disappeared through a set of double doors.
"So, what house do you want to be in?" asked a voice behind Lily. Lily turned to see James; the boy from King's Cross talking to a short, plump, and very frightened boy.
"I-I don't k-k-know," he stuttered. "A-Any house w-w-would be fine f-for me."
"Well I'm going to be in Gryffindor," said James.
"Says who?" asked Sirius, turning around.
"Says my whole family lineage," James snapped back. Sirius laughed.
"You'd never get in Gryffindor in a million years, you pansy," he said. Lily tugged on Sirius's sleeve.
"Sirius, leave him alone," she said.
"I can't stand being near this idiot any longer," said James. He turned to the chubby boy next to him, "Come on Peter, we're leaving." He walked off and the plump boy followed him like a lost puppy. Lily turned back around and promptly bumped into someone. It was the same girl she had bumped into on the train.
"Sorry." Lily said, smiling sheepishly. "That's the second time today."
"It's okay," Megan replied. She quickly moved away.
"Hey, I know you," Sirius said to Remus, whom had been standing near Megan.
"Y-you do?" Remus asked nervously.
"Yeah, you're uh . . . um . . .. You're er . . .." he snapped his fingers as he tried to think of the name. "I saw you at a Ministry ball once."
"Oh," Remus replied softly. "Well then, guess you don't know me."
"No, I don't," Sirius replied. Remus nodded and went to stand near Megan.
"You're Sirius, aren't you?" asked a voice near Sirius. Sirius turned to see Meredith, the girl from the boat standing next to him.
"Yeah," he said. Lily extended her hand to Meredith.
"I'm Lily Evans," she said.
"Meredith Chen," Meredith replied.
"So what house do you want to be in?" Sirius asked Meredith. She shrugged.
"Whatever house I get in," she replied. "It really doesn't matter."
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor," said Sirius.
"Really?" asked Meredith. "Are you that sure?" Sirius nodded.
"What about you?" Meredith asked, glancing at Lily. Lily shrugged.
"I don't know," she said. "I'm muggleborn so I really don't know much about the houses. I don't know much about anything else to do with magic, for that matter."
"Did I just hear you say you were a muggleborn?" drawled a cold voice behind them.
"Malfoy," spat Sirius after he turned around to see who it was.
"Black," the platinum haired boy replied. Sirius glared at Malfoy.
"Leave Lily alone you git," he said. Malfoy crossed to Lily and lifted her chin with his finger, only to be met with a glare from her.
"Lily is it?" he asked. "What a lovely flower you are. Pity you're a-."
"We are ready for you," came the voice of Professor McGonagall. Sirius shoved Malfoy away.
"Who was that?" asked Lily as she walked into the Great Hall with Sirius.
"Lucius Malfoy," Sirius replied. "Extremely rich, snob and git extrordinaire. You don't want to associate with him?"
"Why not?" asked Lily. Sirius sighed.
"Although it's never been proven, the name Malfoy is commonly synonymous with dark magic," he said.
"There's dark magic?" Lily inquired. Sirius nodded.
"Sadly, yes," he said. "There's a wizard who's been practicing the dark arts for years. He's recently started to terrorize people."
"Who is he?"
"You-Know-Who."
"No," said Lily, "I don't know who. That's why I asked."
"Come on Lily," Sirius said, " You know who."
"No," Lily replied, "I really, really don't know who." Sirius groaned.
"His name is . . . well," he trailed off, "People don't like saying his name. Personally, I could care less. Everyone just freaks out when they hear it."
"I won't freak out," Lily said. "Just tell me and I'll never ask you again." Sirius leaned close and whispered in her ear.
"Voldemort," he said. Lily nodded.
"Volde-," Sirius put his hands over her mouth.
"Sshh!" he hissed. "Don't say it aloud."
"Sorry," Lily said. She looked around. "This place is amazing!" The ceiling of the hall was dark, with clouds swirling as if a storm was brewing. Four long tables were set in the hall, with one long one set facing them. At this table, many older wizards and witches sat. These were the professors. At the center of all the professors was the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He wore midnight blue robes and his hair was long and silver.
Professor McGonagall set a three-legged stool in front of the high table. On top of it, she placed a hat that was very well worn and tattered around the brim.
"What is that?" Lily whispered to Sirius. Sirius shrugged.
"I have no idea," he answered. Before Lily's eyes, the brim of the hat opened just like a mouth and began to sing.
(A/n: Sorry guys, no song. I'm not THAT creative.)
The Great Hall burst into thunderous applause as that hat finished. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "When I call your names, you will come up to the stool and place the hat on your head."
"I certainly hope no one has lice," said a girl with flaxen hair and gray eyes. Sirius turned to her.
"Shut up Narcissa," he said. The girl stuck her tongue out at him. Sirius turned back to Lily "All we have to do is try on a stupid hat to get sorted!" he said, "My cousin told me we had to make a centaur disappear!"
"How is that hat going to sort us?" Lily asked.
"Beats me," Sirius replied.
"Abbott, David." A blond boy standing near Lily and Sirius gulped and slowly made his way through the crowd to sit on the stool. He put the hat over his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted a few seconds later. A table with a yellow banner and a badger broke into applause.
"The hat talks!" Lily exclaimed. Sirius nodded.
"Even in the wizarding world, that's kind of unusual," he said.
"Anderson, Cliff."
"RAVENCLAW!" The Ravenclaw table cheered.
"Black, Sirius." Sirius's eyes widened and he gulped. Lily nudged him.
"Go," she hissed. He nodded.
"Right," he said. He made his way to the stool and set the hat on his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius jumped up and punched fist in the air as the Gryffindor table applauded. He executed a bow and went to sit with the Gryffindors. Lily heard someone grumbling behind her and turned to see James, looking angry that Sirius had gotten into the house he wanted. Lily giggled and James glared at her.
"What're you laughing at?" he spat.
"You," she replied. "You're whining just because Sirius got into Gryffindor."
"Yeah . . . well, shut up," he retorted. Lily rolled her eyes as "Chen, Meredith" was called. Meredith skipped up to the hat and put it on her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" She took off the hat and went to sit at the Slytherin table.
"Crabbe, Simon." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Daniels, Gretchen." A girl with buckteeth made her way to the hat and put it on.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Evans, Lily." Lily gulped and made her way to the hat, knowing that every eye was on her. She sat on the stool and slipped the hat over her head.
"A brilliant mind," said a voice in her ear. "You'd do well in Ravenclaw. You have compassion for others; Hufflepuff would suit you as well. I think you shall be- wait, what is this? Ah yes, now I see. The only place for you is GRYFFINDOR!" Lily removed the hat, confused at what had just taken place. She saw Sirius whistling and quickly went to sit with him.
"Wait to go Lils!" Sirius said. "We're housemates!"
"Great," Lily replied. Sirius laughed. "You know you're glad."
"I guess so," she said, "At least I know someone in my house." Lily remembered the sorting was still going on when she heard "Jacobson, Megan," be called. Lily turned to see the girl she had a habit of bumping into making her way towards the stool. She put the hat on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat bellowed. The girl removed the hat looking greatly relieved. As "Johnson, Annette" was called; Lily saw Megan glance back at the headmaster. The headmaster smiled at her and she went to sit at the Gryffindor table.
"RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat, and "Johnson, Annette" went to sit with the Ravenclaws.
"Kilrain, Rian." A menacing looking boy with black hair strode up to the hat.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Larson, Gwen."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Lupin, Remus." The boy Sirius had talked to while they were waiting to be let in the Great Hall put the hat on his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Malfoy, Lucius." A boy with platinum blonde hair swaggered towards the hat and placed it on his head.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted immediately. Sirius snorted.
"Only house that'd take him I bet," he said. Lily listened to Sirius complain about how annoying Malfoy was until "Pettigrew, Peter" was called.
"That's that kid who was hanging out with James," Sirius said. "Looks like a Hufflepuff to me."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
"Apparently he's not," Lily replied.
"Potter, James." Sirius closed his eyes and crossed his fingers.
"Please Not Gryffindor," he muttered, "Please not Gryffindor, please not Gryffindor."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius slammed his head on the table.
"No!" he cried. Lily patted him on the back.
"I'm sure it's not going to be that bad," she said.
"I'm going to have to share a room with him for seven years!" Sirius whined.
"I'm not too pleased about it either," James called from down the table.
"Good hearing, that one," Sirius muttered.
"I heard that!" Lily rested her head in her hand and listened to Sirius complain until he said "Oh look, it's Snape. He better not get into Gryffindor or I'm transferring." Indeed, the greasy haired boy from the boat was sitting down on the stool.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"And good riddance," Sirius said, breathing a sigh of relief. Lily rolled her eyes.
"You really don't like a lot of people, do you?" she asked as "Sunders, Philip" became a Ravenclaw.
"Nope," Sirius replied, "They're all evil." Lily shook her head.
"How do you know I'm not evil?" she asked.
"You're too pretty to be evil," he said, winking at her. Lily laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah," she said sarcastically, "That's it."
"Thompson, Molly."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Valencia, Nicole."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Walker, Narcissa."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Watson, Thomas."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Wilson, Melinda."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Lily sighed. The sorting had begun to get boring, but that was the last person. Professor McGonagall rolled up the scroll and took the stool and hat away. Professor Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands for silence.
"Welcome new and returning students," he said, "I'm sure you are all ready and anxious to learn." There were a few laughs. "Before the feast, a few rules and announcements. Mr. Filch would like to remind everyone that there is no magic in the corridors. I would also like to remind students that any threats of hanging from the ceiling by your ankles made by Mr. Filch are not to be taken to heart. Also, that the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden.
"I'd like to introduce to you your head boy and head girl, Mr. Rowan Jacobson and Miss Tia Campbell." A seventh year boy with a mop of brown hair stood from the Gryffindor table and smiled. A seventh year girl with auburn hair stood from the Ravenclaw table and waved. They sat down.
"That is all there is to say, so tuck in!" finished Dumbledore.
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A/n: I'm done! Finally! Hehe, I realize this has taken a LONG time to write but I've been busy with the holidays and schoolwork, tests, projects, etc. And to be frank, the creative stream is running low. I really don't have any idea of what I'm going to do for these first few years. I'm most likely going to have to resort to plan B. *Looks at Mer and Nicole* You know I love you guys. *Watches as they run away* Fine! Be like that! As soon as I hit fifth year or so, I've got everything in my head, so I'll be putting chapters out like crazy.
Anyway, question for the chapter: I need a new name for this story. Fairy Dust-2 The Remake just isn't going to cut it. I'm thinking of "The Only One He Ever Loved." Works in multiple ways. Like it? Tell me. Got a better idea? Tell me that too and if I like it and decide to use it, there can be wonderful and fabulous prizes in store for you.
Okay, just a guest appearance. But what isn't wonder and fabulous about that?