A.N Well another chapter jus one day after gotta love being on holidays.

This chapter I Dedicate to Amandarine who gave me the identity of Amanda and Sophie and also Echo. I am so happy to say that this girl is a great help. Check out her story,

Well here it is as I promised and with the first sight of Hogwarts. Hopefully now after the sorting ceremony and first day of classes I can speed things up.

Water of the Black Lake

Lily sat alone in the carriage she found shortly after the train departed.
She had her knees pressed against her chest, her arms were wrapped around her legs and her chin was rested on her knees. She was looking out the window of her quiet compartment into the countryside that was whizzing past her window.
She let out a large sigh as she watched trees roll passed. She was scared and upset all at the same time if that's possible. She wasn't allowed to sit with any of the groups in the other compartments. They always invited other new kids in, but never her. She may not have let it show but it had hit her hard.

Deciding to pass time she pulled out Quidditch through the ages and began to read. She didn't view it safe to pull out Echo from her bag just incase they send him back. Anyway he was sleeping and Lily highly doubted that he would want to play. So instead she propped herself on the chairs within the compartment so that her back was against the window and her feet where in the direction of the compartment door. She placed the book against her knees and opened to the first page.

Upon the first chapter titled 'Evolution of the Flying Broomstick' sucked Lily in right away. She just had to read it........... And so she began.........................

No spell yet devised enables wizards to fly unaided in human form. Those few animagi who transform into winged creatures may enjoy flight, but they are a rarity. The witch or wizard who finds him- or herself transfigured into a bat may take to the air, but, having a bat's brain, they are sure to forget where they want to go the moment they take flight. Levitation is commonplace, but our ancestors were not content with hovering five feet from the ground. They wanted more. They wanted to fly like birds, but without the inconvenience of growing feathers.

We are so accustomed these days to the fact that every wizarding household in Britain owns at least one flying broomstick that we rarely stop to ask ourselves why. Why did we in the West not adopt the carpet so beloved of our Eastern brethren? Why didn't we choose to produce flying barrels, flying arm chairs, flying bathtubs - why brooms?

Shrewd enough to see that their muggle neighbors would seek to exploit their powers if they knew their full extent, witches and wizards kept themselves to themselves long before the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy came into effect. If they were to keep a means of flight in their houses, it would necessarily be something discreet, something easy to hide. The broomstick was ideal for this purpose; it required no explanation, no excuse if found by muggles, it was easily portable and inexpensive. Nevertheless, the first brooms bewitched for flying purposes had their drawbacks.

Records show that witches and wizards in Europe were using flying broomsticks as early as AD 962. A German illuminated manuscript of this period shows three warlocks dismounting from their brooms with looks of exquisite discomfort on their faces. Guthrie Lochrin, a Scottish wizard writing in 1107, spoke of the 'splinter-filled buttocks and bulging piles' he suffered after a short broom ride from Montrose to Abroath.

A medieval broomstick on display in the Museum of Quidditch in London give us an insight into Lochrin's discomfort (see Fig. A). A thick knotty handle of unvarnished ash, with hazel twigs bound crudely to one end, it is neither comfortable nor aerodynamic. The charms places upon it are similarly basic: it will only move forward at one speed; it will go up, down and stop.

As wizarding families in those days made their own brooms, there was enormous variation in the speed, comfort and handling of the transport available to them. By the twelfth century, wizards had learned to barter services, so that a skilled maker of brooms could exchange them for the potions his neighbor might make better himself. Once broomsticks became more comfortable, they were flown for pleasure rather than merely used as a means of getting from point A to point B.

Upon finishing the first chapter Lily needed to keep reading it was so interesting. Moving past the Figure A picture on the page Lily was about to read into the second chapter 'Ancient Broom Games' when she heard the compartment door open. When it banged open Lily looked up.

In the door way stood two girls that looked around her age.
One just your average height with her slightly tussled brown kissed blonde hair tied in a loose ponytail behind her back. The other noticeably smaller, with short brown hair and freakishly skinny stood in the doorway.
The tallest girl grinned at Lily. "HI"

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Just one compartment behind from where Lily was located, sat Harry all alone in his compartment.

No one wanted him in their compartment and this was the first spare compartment. He knew there was a girl in the compartment in front of him that was all alone. Yet she had her head stuck in a book labeled Quidditch. What ever that was, Harry took it as she was from a wizarding family and didn't want to be made a fool of himself if he was asked about the magical world. He didn't even see her face so he didn't want to disturb her. Instead he found this compartment empty and had sat right down.

He was looking out of the window as they passed over a small bridge. The water out their glistened as the light shone on every part of the water. It sparkled so much Harry could swear that if he was closer it would burn his eyes, He knew that was an exaggeration, but since he learnt about magic he came to the conclusion that anything was possible.
It wasn't until the compartment door opened did he turn around.
There in the door way stood that red haired, very freckled boy from the platform. What was his name again?

"Do you mind?" he asked "every where else is full" Okay it was a small lie. The compartment in front had only 3 girls in it but he didn't want to sit with girls. Ewww
"Not at all" Harry inclined as he motioned to the booth like seat opposite him.
The boy smiled and walked in. He sat in the chair facing Harry and smiled more.
"I'm Ron by the way" he introduced "Ron Weasley"

Harry welled with happiness. This boy was introducing himself. He wanted to know HIM! !
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter"
Ron's shocked face was something Harry wasn't comfortable, but when Hagrid informed him about his Fame for his defeat of the 'Lord Voldemort' he had gotten slightly used to people staring at him. It didn't mean it didn't get on his nerves though.
"So it's true" Ron blabbed out
What was true? Was there some sort of rumor going around about him?

"I mean do you really have the ... the ... the" Ron continued doing some sort of weird pointing dance at his forehead.
"The what?" asked a confused yet curious Harry.
Ron leaned forward slightly as if not wanting to be overheard. "The scar?" he whispered
Harry's mouth formed a shocked 'o' face but inclined by pulling his fringe of his face so the boy could see his scar.
"Wicked" Ron commented.
Harry laughed within his smile.

Movements just outside the compartment made both boys turn towards it. A slightly aged woman (most likely a witch) smiled at them as she held onto the cart in front of her. Harry would have killed for a Mars Bar but this not what he was greeted by. Instead he was introduced to wizarding Sweets some of which made Harry's brain joggle.
"Anything of the trolley dears?" she asked

Ron sadly held up a wrapped sandwich. "No thanks I'm all set" with that held lowered his sandwich and let out a strained smile.

Harry looked from the lady to his sadden friend? Well he hoped friend.
"We'll take the lot" Harry pronounced pulling out of his pocket a handful of Wizarding currency. Knuts, Sickles and Galleons.
"Whoa" he heard Ron proclaimed as he began to pay for their sweets.

Chucking them onto a vacant seat both boys began to dig their way through the pile.
This ride was certainly not going to be lonely.

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Lily sat in bewilderment as Amanda; the girl she found out was the one with the brown kissed blonde hair, told her all about growing up within a wizarding family. She spoke about self cleaning dishes and maid like creatures called house elves.
It was all amazing. Some of the things Lily took for granted in her own Muggle Born life were things that Witches and Wizards have no clue in what she would be talking about. She certainly had some catching up to do.

Right now though they were beginning to talk about the 4 Houses at Hogwarts.
"Oh Remus told me about this" piped up Lily "There is umm what was it Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin and ummm what was that last one?"
"Oh that's Hufflepuff" spoke the short girl that was introduced as Sophie.
"Yea it was something like that" nodded Lily
"So who is Remus?" asked Amanda "Is that like your dad?"
Lily shook her head "No he was my escort"
Both Sophie and Amanda shared a look. Lily became suspicious as what they were communicating through their eyes.
"What's wrong?" asked Lily
"oh nothing" Sophie shook off
"its just that well if you get an escort the first year it usually means that well your parents wont ever be able to go to Diagon Alley" Amanda continued

That struck Lily hard. Could she tell these two girls she hoped were friends about her adoption? I mean from what Dumbledore had said she was technically a; what was it Sophie said Pure Blood?

The compartment store slide open once again and all three girls turned to find a girl already in her first year uniform staring them down with her almond shaped eyes. Her large bushy hair sat at all odd angles as she inspected the room.

"Can I help you?" asked Sophie as she flicked what little hair she had over her shoulder.
The girl looked at all three of them before she stated her presence.
"Neville has lost his toad, Have you seen it?"
Lily, Amanda and Sophie thought for a few passing seconds.
"No" they all spoke at the same time which earned a giggle from the three.
"Check the next compartment" Lily suggested "Maybe they have seen it; I mean it can't have gone far right I mean we are on a train"

Amanda and Sophie looked at Lily while the bushy haired girl huffed slightly and opened her mouth.
"We'll be arriving soon so I suggest you get changed" and with those final words she turned away, closed the door and walked away.
"We're on a train?" asked Amanda. It was a bad joke really.
"Oh be quiet" Lily dismissed while Sophie giggled, as they reached for their uniforms.

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Both Harry and Lily unawares to the other stood on the exact same platform as they exited the train. A large man in the distance was calling to all first years to follow him.
Lily recognized him as the large man from Diagon Alley but Harry knew him to be Hagrid. The Large man that took him shopping and introduced him to the magical world.
Every small student followed him away from the platform and the other students loading into horseless carriages and towards the looming body of water that glistened black under the night sky.

Ahead of them stood numerous small boats that held a single lantern upon a pole in the centre. According to Hagrid this was a tradition for all first years to see Hogwarts for the first time in this way.

As he told them to group up into fours Lily and Harry parted to different boats. If only they had gone straight to the boat in front of them. If they had they would have come face to face with each other..

Instead Harry was loaded into a boat with Ron and two other students and Lily was in a boat with Amanda, Sophie and a girl that introduced herself as Daphne Greengrass.
Amazing many of the students was when the boats steered themselves when Hagrid motioned forward. The excitement bubbly within the air could be felt by everyone in the boat. The black water below didn't scare any of the students as they turned around a bend numerous exclamations were heard through out the whole group.

There now looming in front of them stood the moon illuminated castle Hogwarts. Its windows sat a glow with ember light even in the distance it glowed. The towers in each direction loomed slightly and the hoots of owls could just be heard as they flew around a tower just off of the castle.

It was utterly beautiful. Amazing. Wicked. Brilliant.
This was going to be the home of all these students for the next seven years. A place to learn, a place to feel safe.

If only they knew.

A.N There it is. I would like to thank J.K Rowling herself for the italic writing from 'Quidditch through the Ages' is from the actual chapter one of the book.

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