A/N: Yes, every billion-dollar author posts their work on fan-fiction, even though they already have a publisher. Don't be stupid, I'm not JK. Rowling, I do not own Harry, Ginny, Lily or Hugo, but I do own Janna, Leander and Acantha.

-Chapter Two-

Sisters and Brothers

Lily quickly descended off of the train, her black scuffed school shoes landed with a thud as she jumped onto the platform. The cold night air was harsh upon her face and whipped and tangled bits of her long red hair, that weren't tied up, while her robes billowed behind her. She made her way up to the familiar horse-less carriages with Janna, Leander and Hugo, awaiting her turn to mount onto the one of them.

When it was her turn, she clumsily hoisted herself up and onto the carriage, but her foot slipped and her balance faltered. She soon found herself falling…

Into someone's arms.

Into his arms.

Into Leander's arms.

Now, this was not a romantic action, as it may seem. When she realised who it was that had caught her when she fell, she was not pleased by the fact that he was the one that had caught her. Her heart skipped, but not for any reason indicating that she was nervous by him touching her, but by the fact that she felt extremely stupid being held by the boy that she had spent her life hating for countless reasons.

All the same, Lily looked up into Leander's face, expecting to see a smug look on his face, but she saw worry is his hazel-green eyes. She was startled by this notion, and for a few moments she just looked back into his eyes, lost in them.

He had an unusually tight grip on her, as if unwilling to let Lily go. When his grip finally did weaken, Lily felt her face burn, as Janna laughed at her.

She turned around quickly to Leander, anger rising in her chest, she never wanted to feel that vunerable.

'DO. NOT. DO. THAT. AGAIN!' She snarled, before pulling away from him, (as his hands were still around her waist) turning around, and pulling herself up and onto the carriage, more forcefully that before.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' Leander said, with a confused and agitated look on his face

'You think that you're such a hero, don't you?' She retorted, as she glared at him, her eyes narrowed and arms folded.

'Awwww! Hugo! Mummy and Daddy are fighting!' Janna said to Hugo, in a mock baby voice, before she broke out with giggles.

'God, how I admire my wittiness.'

'Oh hardy har.' Allana shifted around in her seat, turning to glare at her. Janna stopped laughing immediately, but turned and looked at Hugo with an unreadable expression.

Leander however, continued as though there was no interruption.

'So what now? I stop you from falling head first into a hard gravel ground and now I'm the biggest prick in the world?'

'Oh!' she scoffed, 'You know exactly what I mean! You have ALWAYS thought yourself better than anyone else. You expect to be able to say; "Jump!" and everybody turn around and say "How high?"'

'That's not true Potter-'

'You ALWAYS place yourself into the position of getting the glory of being a hero!'

Leander sat there, with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Lily continued, and began to raise her voice, pleased at the fact that all this was getting to him, when she had been made such a fool of.

'You've never had to actually TRY for anything! And don't you give me any crap about your family; you're past using that as an excuse for everything! You are THE most INSENSITIVE PRICK that I have had the unfortunate luck to meet!'

And with that she turned to open the carriage door, (for they had reached the castle) walked up the steps and made her way through the crowd of students that were trying to get through the oaken doors of Hogwarts.

Once through the doors of the Great Hall, the usual chatter of students reached her ears. She turned her eyes to the ceiling of the Hall, where a beautiful replica of the Milky Way was shown, and hundreds of candles burned brightly. She quickly walked over to the Gryffindor table, seating her self there.

'Did your little friends ditch you, Potter?'

The voice was cold and familiar, Lily turned around to see a tall dark haired girl standing there, accompanied by three other girls, looking down at her. She had freckles, and the same green eyes that Lily had been looking into minutes before.

'Can't say I blame them, I suppose that they must've seen how much of a loser that you are,' She paused, and anger flickered through her face for a moment, 'especially my idiot brother...'

'I suppose that you don't have anything better to do than verbally abuse and bully other students on your first day back? I thought that you'dve gotten a life by now, Zabini.'

Rage swept through Acantha's face.

'I think that you're confusing yourself with me, Potter.' She spat her name as though it was foul-tasting.

The two stared at each-other for a moment, both with fierce hate burning in their eyes.

'Only someone as stupid as you would make a mistake like that.' Lily retorted.

'C'mon Acantha, why waste your time on her?' Said the white-blonde girl that was standing next to Acantha.

'Because she's a lot better than you think.'

Lily and Acantha were looking at each other with such hate that they hadn't noticed Janna, Hugo and Leander arrive.

Leander spoke again. 'Leave her alone, leave us all alone.' His voice was calm and firm, but Lily could tell that he was very angry with his sister.

'Ahh... dear brother,' her eyes flashed, 'I thought that I would see you again. It is of course, do my dislike, unpreventable...'

'Here's a thought; why don't you go away with your little friends, and then I won't stain your life with my presence?'

'Blood-Traitor.'

'Slytherin.'

'Gryffindor.'

'Well that's a stunning observation, coming from you.' Leander said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

They glared at each-other, before Leander turned around and after a few moments said, 'Ignore her, she'dve be gone by now.'

And sure enough, when Lily turned around to take a glance at Acantha and her friends, they had already seated themselves at the Slytherin table.

Lily turned back to Leander, feeling the need to show that she would have and could have fixed the situation herself, she spoke.

'You know I didn't need your help, I was going fine there-'

'I know.'

'I could've gotten rid of her myse-'

'I know'

'Why'd you-'

But she was cut off again; the doors to the Great Hall had opened. A long line of scared-looking-first year's entered the hall, led by a man who was dressed in red robes, (who Lily knew to be Professor Longbottom) and was carrying a stool on which sat an ancient wizard's hat. It was heavily patched and had a wide rip near the frayed brim.

The buzz of the hall faded away, as the first years lined up in front of the staff table and he placed the stool in front of the students and stepped away from it, so that it was visible for the rest of the students.

Almost immediately after being put down, the rip near the brim opened, the hat stood straighter and began to sing:

'More than a thousand years ago,
This wonderful school of magic was made,
Four, friends, four founders came together,
To ensure their knowledge would never fade,
They came together to make a school,
That was to be like none before,
They spread their skill among students,
But in different ways, I saw,
Slytherin, most cunning of the four,
Sought to strengthen the children's defences,
"Why teach them all such feeble things,
When they seek to work with sharpest senses?"
Ravenclaw, had another view,
She thought that charms was the key to wit,
"For those who wish to show their intelligence,
Can show their's throughout it."
Gryffindor, thought potions was the finest,
Yes, he thought different to those two,
"It is so your body may carry on,
So that you can do what you must do."
Hufflepuff thought that Herbology,
Symbolised many things in life,
"You can look after another being,
And care for it in its strife."
And now my job my dear students,
Is to tell which you are most like,
To sort you into a house,
And judge your mind upon mere sight.
Are you brave and bold?
Are you full of sharpest wit?
Are you cunning and sly?
Or amongst friends you most fit?
But I must assure you so,
That even though divided,
Friendship with other houses should be made,
And that should be decided.'

The hat drooped down and became motionless once more, and applause (as was customary) broke out. When the applause died down, Professor Longbottom, who was standing next to the hat, took a step forward and began to read off of a long piece of parchment.

'Adamson, Edward.'

A small and terrified-looking boy went up and sat on the stool as the Professor put it on his head. To his misfortune, the hat fell down around his ears, and it looked as though he had no head.

'Ravenclaw!'

Applause broke out from the Ravenclaw table as the hat was lifted off of Edward and he walked over to it as fast as he could. The process continued until finally 'Zeigler, Lauren' was sorted into Hufflepuff. As soon as she had taken her seat, Professor Longbottom picked up the Hat and stool and marched away as food appeared on the tables, warm and inviting as ever.

Lily snatched various foods, for the lollies that she had eaten had been many hours ago and she was now famished. When she had finished eating, the desserts appeared and she ate her way through them, until she was satisfied.

Professor McGonagall rose to her feet, the school was hushed and the food, once again, vanished.

'To any new students at the school, welcome to the start of your magical education! To those that have been to Hogwarts in previous years, I welcome you back! Filch, our caretaker has requested me to ensure that you know that there is no duelling permitted in the corridors. There is also a blanket ban on Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes. All students wanting to join the Quidditch Team should see their heads of house, and the trials will be held at the Captain's leisure. But I am sure that you all require your sleep to be at your best on your first day! All new students are required to follow the prefects of your house; they will show you to your dormitories.'

The buzz of the school returned as she sat down, and all of the students got out of their seats to make their way to their common rooms, where they would catch up with friends on the on-goings of their summers.

Lily, who had no desire to talk to anyone, decided to lose Hugo, Janna and Leander in the crowd. She sped forwards and made her way to the portrait of the Fat Lady, which was already open and had many students pouring into it.

When Lily got into the common room she quickly got up to the girl's dormitory and dressed herself in her pyjamas before falling into her bed.

Lily spent most of that evening awake, much to her distress.

For although she didn't want it to happen, her mind kept on wandering back to when Leander had caught her, and how she had almost lost herself looking into his hazel-green eyes.

But most of all she could not help of thinking of how her heart jumped, and even though she hated the thought; she knew that it was true. Her heart hadn't jumped because she hated Leander at all.

A/N: Please reveiw the chapter/s! And be brutal, I wish to improve my writing.