Title: Forgotten Dreams
Rating: PG-13 for child abuse, drug usage, suggestive themes and slight language.
Summery: Sixth year has just begun for the original marauders and their year. Lily Evans is nothing but a wallflower. Nobody even knows she exists. James Potter is the exact opposite. He's rich, he's popular, and he's perfect. Everyone knows who James Potter is. But sixth year comes and it brings changes with it. What happens when fate brings these two together? Who knows? Not I. (AU. Oh, and by the way, Peter Pettigrew is a Slytherin in this. He is not close friends with James and co. Not now, not EVER! )
YES! IT'S TRUE! I'VE FINALLY UPDATED!
Chapter Three
The Pranksters Girl
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Beware the Fleurir
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The Chapter without a Suitable Title
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In Which Lily Makes Friends
Rain still splattered against the windows, thunder was still echoing in the sky and lightning lit up the windows at odd moments. None of the five teenagers in the compartment had fully understood what had just happened. And it seemed an unspoken agreement to everyone that they would not speak of what had just happened. The compartment was very, very quiet for the rest of the trip to the castle.
And, of course, that unspoken agreement stayed in place. When the four wizards and one witch disembarked the compartment, they went their separate ways. Peter Pettigrew scurried over to Relgus, Narcissa and Bellatrix Black. James Potter, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black glared hatefully at their backs and muttered something about "pure bloody spawn-of-death-eater scum". Lily Marie Evans clutched a locket around her neck and hurried out into the pouring rain to the horseless carriages. All was as usual at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Except that Lily Evans had decided on something. She refused to stay a wallflower. She was sixteen years old now. She needed to make her mark at Hogwarts. And she knew exactly how to do it. She'd still be a wallflower. Nobody would know who she was. But they would all know. They'd know who she was without knowing her name. They would all know Fleurir. Not in person, but they'd know. And that was the beginning of a girl and her plots.
(-Is being eaten by plot bunnies- GET…OFF…YOU…ANNOYYING…BUNNIES…BUNNIES! –Pets them- -Gets chewed on- OW OWWWW OWWW...-Spot's you- -Blinks- Right, sorry about that-)
James and Sirius, meanwhile, were busy discussing the start of year prank. Remus was looking at them over the top of "Very Advanced Spells for the Very Advanced". Sirius glanced over at the thick book and sighed.
"Moony, my man, you must get your long, furry snout out of those books and into the pranks."
"Righhhttt. Sure I do, Paddy."
"DO NOT CALL ME PADDY!"
"I will call you whatever I please, Paddy."
James grabbed Sirius's arms to restrain him from launching himself on top of Remus and slaughtering him right there and then. Remus was snickering from behind his book and was now muttering spells. Sirius glared at him.
"I just know that another prankster will try to out us this year. Try to do better. Try something."
"Padfoot, nobody can best our pranks."
"I know, but what if someone does?"
"What part of 'nobody can best our pranks' did you not understand?"
"The part where you didn't mention what would hap…I want a cookie…"
Before Sirius could finish his thought, short term memory kicked into full gear. He began to hum as James sighed. No way could they plan a prank with Sirius in short-term-memory mode. No way. James glanced out the rain splattered window, up at the castle of Hogwarts. Two months since he had been here. Gods, how he missed this place.
"Hey Moony, what'd ya reckon Dumbledore's gonna do something totally whacky this year?"
"Somehow, I think he's saving it for our seventh year. There's something about Seventh Year. It just strikes me that he would go all out in Seventh."
"I guess your right…Sirius, why are you staring at that carriage…?"
"Hot girl…"
"Hot…SIRIUS."
"James, I'm sorry, but that's not the way mysail blows. Sorry mate."
"Ugh…Sirius, you're insane…"
"Thank you Jamie."
"Do. Not. Call. Me. Jamie."
"You're mom calls you Jamie. Why can't I?"
Sirius whined. James glared at him and Sirius took the hint and shut his mouth.
So everything was proceeding as normal at Hogwarts. Except that Dumbledore was plotting. The Marauders were unusually quiet on the way up. And Lily Evans was writing out an order form for Zonko's Joke Shop. Ok, so maybe everything wasn't proceeding normally at Hogwarts. But, since when was Hogwarts normal?
And things proceeded as normally as they usually did at the start of Term feast. The second years and above were groaning and mumbling, talking and whining about the 'stupid first years who take forever to get sorted…damn I'm hungry' rang around the hall. The first years stood in a line, staring nervously at the ancient, dirty black hat that sat serenely on a four legged stool. But two 'first years' stood taller and more confident then the others. At least sixteen, by the look of the two of them. They looked alike, twin's maybe. For some reason, Lily was staring at the girl. From where Lily was sitting, near the end of the sixth Gryffindor table, alone, as usual, she could see jet black hair. But that was about it.
One by one, McGonagall called off names and the hat shouted out houses. It began with a Slytherin; poor kid got booed all the way to the table. Then a Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw, a Gryffindor. One of each. So, once again, Hogwarts start of term was proceeding as normal. And then, McGonagall looked at the taller students in the line. She blinked and proceeded.
"Du Ponte, Marie"
The girl, who had long, shining, jet black hair, sat down on the stool. It fell loosely over her ears and covered her nose. The hall erupted in small, whispered conversations. It was several minutes and McGonagall was looking worried. Several more minutes and McGonagall had leant down to remove the hat from the girl's ears' when it screamed,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The table erupted with screams and clapping. Marie stared around as she lifted the hat off of her head. She paused as she reached the table and looked at it. A lone, redheaded girl sat at the far end, alone and staring at her empty plate. Marie headed towards her and sat down beside Lily.
"Is this seat taken?"
"No."
"Can I sit here?"
"Yes."
"Thank you…"
"Lily. Lily Evans."
"Thanks Lily."
"Welcome. Your name's Marie, right?"
"Yeah…HEY…HEY, SEBASTIAN, OVER HERE JACKASS!"
Sebastian Du Ponte had just been sorted. Like his twin, he was a lion. Like his twin, he had jet black hair. Like his twin, he was tall and good-looking. Like his twin, he had a slightly darker aura. Like his twin, he was pale as a vampire. (A/N: the word 'vampyr' might pop up as well. Just a tip. Another note. Seb looks like David Desrosiers from SP, ok?) Lily laughed quietly as Sebastian Du Ponte came wondering over to his twin and the carrot-top, looking like a lost puppy. He slid into the empty seat next to Marie.
"Sebastian Du Ponte at your servic— OWWWWWWW! Marie, what the hell?"
Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, Marie had hit him squarely in the back of the head. He rubbed the spot she had whacked tenderly. Marie laughed and Lily's face cracked its first smile for a long, long time.
James was bored. It was plain and simple to see. He ran his left hand lazily through his black hair, hearing a dozen or so 'James-Club' members sighing and whimpering. His right hand was, just as lazily, fiddling with a sausage. Dinner was almost over and the Marauders had not yet played their prank. And everyone knew everyone was watching them. The Slytherin's most fearfully, as usual. They knew they always knew that they were the Marauders prime targets. And this year, the prank was late. Normally, one would relax, but they knew better.
When a prank was late, you should break out the raincoats and the umbrellas, and maybe an antidote or two. Several students were scurrying out of the hall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lily sitting with the new students. Smiling. Laughing. Grinning. Was that the girl who had cowered from him hours ago?
"James…James…JAMES!"
"Huh, what? Sirius, what is it?"
"Uh…Prank?"
"Not today…"
"WHAT? NO PRANK?"
"No prank. Your knat-like attention span ruined my ideas."
"Da—What were you saying?"
"Proof of your lack of attention."
Dumbledore stood up and Sirius, who was about to make a smart remark, closed his mouth. Dumbledore could silence everyone by simply standing up. It was part of the job, being the most powerful wizard of all time and all. He had an aura that signaled power and because of that the students and faculty respected and trusted him above all others
"Well, that certainly was the calmest start-of-term-feast I have experienced in six years. I have already given out the dates and times for Quidditch try outs. I believe I have informed you of Mr. Filch's rules. So, you are all free to go."
Dumbledore slid lazily, yet gracefully, back into his seat and began to talk with Professor McGonagall, obviously restarting a deep conversation. All over the hall, students rose. Forks, knives, and goblets fell with clatters and benches scraped the floor. Lily raised her eyebrows at Remus, who nodded.
"Gryffindor First Years, this way please! Follow me!"
He cried. The first years formed a chattering, shaking line. Lily nodded at Remus, who led the quivering first years out of the hall and up the marble staircase. Lily followed, but did not go to the staircase. Marie and Sebastian looked at her.
"Err…Lily, aren't we supposed to fol—"
"This way is faster."
Lily replied in a short voice. Marie looked taken aback, but nodded. Lily tapped a tapestry on the wall with her wand. It moved aside to show a passageway. Lily grinned at the amazed looks on Marie and Sebastian's faces. He walked up the passage and the twins followed suit. Two passages and four minutes later, Lily was introducing Marie and Sebastian Du Ponte to the Fat Lady.
(-Screams- -Pulls annoying, rabid plot bunnies off ear- GO AWAY! I AM NOT WRITING THAT ONE-SHOT! NO NO NO! –Scowls- -grabs a bottle of mace/pepper spray- DO NOT COME NEAR ME YOU EVIL, DEMONIC PLOT BUNNIES! –Is attacked- -buried by plot bunnies- -dies-)
(Anyway, on with the story)
"Password. Lily?"
"Elmo"
"Correct. Welcome back Lily."
Lily smiled and stepped into the hole as the Fat Lady swung forward, narrowly missing smacking Sebastian in the head. Lily and Marie chuckled as Sebastian stared accusatorially at the back of the portrait. Hearing their quiet laughter, Seb rounded on his twin and new friends and pounced at them. Lily, who was used to the rough housing of the boys in Gryffindor, grabbed Marie's wrist and pulled her up the girls' spiral staircase. Sebastian rocketed after them, but they reached the top and before he was half way up, the staircase became a slide case. Seb, caught unaware, slid down half a flight of steps, in a spiral.
The two girls exploded into a fit of laughter as they heard Sebastian shouting a few choice words at them.
"SHUT UP SEB! G'NIGHT BIG BROTHER!"
The two girls, so alike and yet so different, proceeded to the sixth year girls dorms to claim their beds. Twenty minutes later was when they heard the clatter of the other students coming up to bed. Both girls were already in their bed things. Lily wearing black yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with "Boomtown Rats" across the front in pealing silver lettering. Before Marie could ask, Lily had answered.
"A muggle band."
"Ohhhh! Cool."
Marie was in similar bed clothing. Red yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with "Time Warp". An all wizard band that was very popular in the muggle and magical word alike. The girls were so alike it was scary. Both had almond-shaped, emerald eyes. Both had hourglass figures, which they hated with a passion. Both were into Quidditch and comic books, not nail polish and boys. And both of the girls loved the odd combination of orange slices dipped in barbeque sauce.
There were only a few differences between Lily Evans and Marie Du Ponte. Lily was Irish and had a sister, Petunia. Marie was French-Scottish-English (HEYHEY! THAT'S MY HERITIAGE!) (Anyway) and had a fraternal twin brother, Sebastian. Lily was a muggleborn while Marie was descended from a long line of pure blood witches and wizards. Lily had a mop of wavy, dark auburny-red hair while Marie had waist-length, straight hair the color of a raven's feathers. As the other sixth year girls filed into the dormitory many cast disgusted looks at Lily and Marie.
"You, Du Ponte."
A tall blonde addressed Marie, a smirk playing across her thin lips.
"Yes?"
"You're making friends with the wrong crowd. You don't want to be friends with that Violet person."
"Her name is Lily."
"Lily, Violet, same difference. She's such a wallflower nobody even cares. You befriend her, and you'll be just like her."
"I think I'll stick with her, Blondie."
The blonde looked angry, but shrugged.
"It's your funeral."
"I guess so."
Marie smirked and Lily giggled and she locked her trunk. The blonde and the other girls who had now surrounded her, all pulled their faces into identical scowls. She blonde muttered something indistinguishable, and went into the bathroom, clutching a makeup bag. Two more blondes followed her shortly afterwards.
"Who was —?"
Lily answered the unfinished question.
"Marlena Jackson was the first, tallest of the bunch. The two brats behind her were Sharon Arnolds, the one with brown eyes, and the other one; the pale-blue eyed one was Ashley Jade. Resident sluts."
"Ah, I see."
"Well, night, Marie."
"Night Lils."
A flick of a wand and the lights were extinguished, much to the displeasure of the Bathroom Dwellers, as Marie had so fondly named them moments before. The two new friends fell asleep amid the shrieks of anger echoing from the Bathroom Dwellers.
A/N: OMG! I AM SOOOOOO SOOOOO SOOOO SOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT TOOK ME, LIKE, THREE MONTHS TO UPDATE! I'M SO SORRY! I AM TRULY SORRY! I AM! REALLY! Anyway, I've made a deal with myself. I have to have at least five more chapters of Forgotten Dreams and Bonds of Love up by the end of my summer vacation, which, by the way, started about three days ago. I know I promised a chapter of Bonds of Love to you guys for like, twenty two days ago, but my comp went all bitchy and, of course, I forgot to save the chapter on my comp and it shuts down. –Stupid asshole computer. - Anyway, I have rabid plot –sprays mace at a plot bunny- bunnies attacking me. One-shot plot bunnies at that! THEY ARE EVIL! –Sprays pepper spray- -cough- -is tackled by hundreds of plot bunnies- THEY WONT GO AWA—… -rest of sentence is unhearable, for I have been buried under the bunnies- -thinking damnit. I should not be an insomniac. It gives the plot bunnies time to attack- -swims to the top of the pile- Anyway; you may notice that my chapters are either better or worse. And, that they contain much more dialogue, and that Lily is being kind. That's because Marie and Sebastian strike her as trustworthy people. James and his co., well, they do prank people…LATER!