Hi guys! I'm back! Thank you so much Lia56 commenting! It really means a lot that you R&R.
Anyways, this is Chapter 2. On with it!
Disclaimer: I'm not the queen J.K. Rowling. I am just a 5'2 Latina crazy person.
September 1st, 1970 (10:49)
On the train
Oh.
My.
God.
I go through the wall. Literally. I open my eyes, and I see a large, red train in front of me. I move out of the way so Sev can see. "Sev, have you been here before?"
"No. It's amazing."
"I think we should find out spots on the train."
"Sounds good." We load our trunks on the train, with great difficulty, and we pick a cabin in the middle of the train. We talk about how I have never been on a train before, expectations of the castle, and then this girl opens our cabin door. "Who are you?" I ask, before realizing that is not how you greet potential new friends. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that as rude."
"Oh, it's okay. I was just wondering if I could sit with you..." She said.
"Sure," I respond. "I'm Lily Evans, and this is my friend Severus Snape." Sev waved meekly.
"I'm Marlene Price. Are you guys first years, too?"
"Yes, we are," I grin. "Are you from the Wizarding World, or are you not? I'm not."
"Yes, I'm a pure blood-" Sev frowned. "-and I do not discriminate against Muggleborns, which is what you are. If one of your parents is a pureblood witch or wizard, and the other is a muggle, then you are a half-blood." She must of sensed my confusion on what-or rather, who- a pureblood is.
I was just about to say if she had any siblings when a boy with messy black hair opened the door. And he was kind of cute.
"Marley, there you are! My parents were bugging me where you were." He said, his glasses causing a reflective light around the cabin. "Snape." He said, venomously.
"Potter." Sev spat. "What are you doing here."
"Why, I was looking for Marley here when I came across you." His hazel eyes met emerald ones. "And you are...?"
"No one you need to know, Potter." I glared at him. "Don't insult my friend."
"He's your friend? Well then I apologize in trade for your name."
"My name is Lily Evans. Please get out of our cabin."
"If I could borrow Marley for a minute of so, I will. Marley?"
"Sorry Lily, I have to see bid his parents goodbye. I will be back and explain everything, okay? I swear." Marlene said, apologetically.
"Fine with me." They left.
September 1st, 1970 (12:00)
On the train
It took Marlene an hour to come back. In that time frame, we took off, bought a very unhealthy lunch from the trolley, (which only consisted of candies), Sev left to meet with other friends, and I took a nap. "Okay, I am so sorry it took me so long! I got caught up with everyone! Where'd your friend go?"
"He went to go meet up with older boys. You said you were going to explain why right?"
"Yes, of course!" She explained he was James Potter. They were cousins since their mothers were sisters. Their names were Theodora McKinnon and Euphemia Potter, both nee Dearborn, and they were both purebloods. Euphemia married to a very wealthy Fleamont Potter, while Theodora married a slightly less wealthy man. But nevertheless, James and Marlene grew up together. Marlene grew up with one older sister who is currently in third year, Karen, and a younger brother who is 8 years old, . James was sort of like her twin, some one she could relate to. "So, anything interesting in your life growing up?"
"Not really." I explained how my sister hates me, and how I never knew anything else than my normal life, but I guess this was going to be the new 'normal'.
"Wow. I would hate it if my sister started calling me freak."
"I know, it just really hurts. We used to be best friends and now-" I sighed. "I just hope it doesn't stay like this forever. I hope this is just momentary."
"It'll be okay. Here, wanna play gobstones?"
"What's that?"
"A really good game."
And now, I'm playing gobstones.
Yours,
Lily.
September 1st, 6:30
About to get off the train
We changed into our uniforms - not together - and sat in the cabin together. We're both so nervous, but I don't know why. "Did you know there were houses?" Marlene said.
"Houses?" I questioned.
"Yeah, there's Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Gryffindor is for the brave of heart, which is where I want to go. Ravenclaw is for the intelligent and the creative. Hufflepuffs are usually humble, benevolent, and and hardworking. Slytherin is where the bad guys go, I think. They are cunning and ambitious."
"Wow, I want to be in Gryffindor. Ravenclaw wouldn't be bad, either." I respond. "Is that the castle?" I gasp.
"Oh my Merlin!" We pressed our faces to the windows, giggling.
September 1st, 10:39
Dormitory
Wow.
And I mean wow. Turns out there are heaters in Hogwarts. I'll tell you how the evening went.
We get off the train, and this big, hairy man waves his lantern, yelling, "Firs' years ov'r 'er! Firs' years ov'r 'er!" A large clump of us scramble over to him. "Ma name's Hagrid. I'm the game and groundskeeper here at Hogwarts. 'Ollow me to the boats!" We flocked to the boats, which had no oars, so we couldn't go across the lake.
"Marlene? How are we supposed to get across?"
"I don't know. Nobody is supposed to tell us what happens in First Year."
"Oh."
"Get on yur boats! Get on! Six people to a boat!" As Marlene and I got on a boat, Potter and three boys climbed on with us.
"Nuh uh! Get off!" I yelled at him. " I will push you off into the lake! I heard there's a giant squid down there!"
"Well, I know there's a giant squid down there. All the other boats are full, too."
"Ugh." I scowled with disgust. I have never been that rude to anyone in my life. A different personality overcomes me when I'm talking to Potter. He's cute, I'll give him that, but his personality makes him ugly. The other three boys were looking at us arguing. One of them looked like Potter, but with no glasses and shoulder length wavy hair compared to Potter's curly-that-looked-more-like-a-rats-nest-than-hair-hair. The one watching the water was blond, scrawny, and he looked nervous. The last one was also blond, but he was chubby.
"These are my friends. Sirius Black-" he pointed to shoulder length hair "-Remus Lupin-" Mr Scrawny had a name. "- and Peter Pettigrew."
"Neat. I'm Marlene McKinnon." Marlene chimed in, staring at Sirius.
"I am Lily Evans." The boat lurched forward. And, due to Newton's stupid first law of motion, I fell straight into Potter, who hit his head against the wood of boat.
"Agrippa! Jeez, Evans, get off me will you?" He yelled.
"It's not my fault! It's because of Newton and his stupid laws of motion!" I responded.
"Who is Newton?" Potter questioned.
"Never mind it." I rolled off of him and sat back into my seat. He hopped up back into his seat, and ran his hands through his hair. I looked over at Marlene, and we started talking about which classes we were going to take, and after about 10-15 minutes, we got off of the boats. We went up the stairs, as instructed, and we meet a woman with a green velvet hat. "My name is Professor McGonagall. I am the Transfiguration professor as well as the head of Gryffindor House. Everybody, get in line by alphabetical order due to last names." She looked like someone we should not mess with, so we all scrambled in line. "Such a line makes it easier to see through the Sorting. The Sorting is done by the Sorting Hat, who puts you in one of four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. Everyone, follow me into the Great Hall." Now I know why they call it the "Great Hall". It's because you could fit the population of a small country in there. And thus, the Sorting began.
"Abbot, Christian!" He walked up to the seat and Professor McGonagall put the Hat on him. "Hufflepuff!" The Hat shouted. The table adorning black and yellow clapped for the new addition to their House.
"Adams, Hazel!" Ravenclaw.
"Black, Sirius!" This was one of Potter's friends. It took about five minutes before he went to the Gryffindor table.
"Cyr, Fiona!" Hufflepuff
"Delgado, Maya!" Slytherin.
"Eades, Gabriel!" Gryffindor.
I was close to being Sorted.
"Evan, Jackson!" Ravenclaw.
I'm next.
"Evans, Lily!" I walked up to the chair and sat down. "Lets see... Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? Well, it's gotta be GRYFFINDOR!" I walked over to the table.
"Lupin, Remus!" Another of Potter's friends. Gryffindor.
A long time passed before Marlene was called. It took not too long before she was Sorted into Gryffindor, too. We sat next to each other. I grinned.
"Pettigrew, Peter!" The last of Potter's friends. It sat almost as long on his head as it had on Black's head, but it declared him Gryffindor.
"Potter, James!" The hat barely touched his hair before declaring him worthy of Gryffindor. I barely paid attention to anyone else until Sev was Sorted.
"Snape, Severus!" The Hat declared him to Slytherin. We made eye contact, and we smiled at each other. Finally, the last name had been called.
"Zimmerman, Jasmine!" Slytherin. After she sits down, the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, said to welcome the First Years, and that the Head Boy was Caden Thompson, and Elizabeth Rosenkrantz was the Head Girl. He told us he looked forward to a great year. He lets us eat our amazing dinner, and the food magically appeared on the table. This was the first sign of magic I saw at the school. Amazing! When we finished, the two Gryffindor prefects, Rachel and Owen, they lead us to the Common Room, that only Gryffindors know, and our painting was the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady made us listen to a terrible song that she sang, and then she let us into the Common Room.
It was amazing. The walls were 100% gold and scarlet, and the chairs, and they even had the fire charmed to be scarlet and gold. Rachel showed us to our rooms, and I was roomed with Marlene, Mary Price, Donna Shaklebolt, and Alice Griffiths. We hit it off pretty well, and then we went to bed. Except for me, (obviously). I should go to bed soon, breakfast starts at 7:00, and ends at 8:00. Classes start at 8:30. I'm really excited. I know, it's weird that people are excited for school. But I bet that the entire First Year is excited for tomorrow. Anyways, I really have to go, it's already 11:00, and I am already yawning and struggling to keep my eyes open. I can't tell if my handwriting is even legible anymore. See you tomorrow.
Yours,
Lily.
Author's Note:
Hey, so sorry about the last part. I think it seems kinda rushed because I felt like I had a duty to finish this chapter before finals start this week. The third chapter will either be out early or really late. I'm out.
-WannaGoMate