Chapter Two of James, Lily, and Loathing:
When he opened his eyes the Slytherins were gone, though many faces were crowded in a ring around him. One face stuck out the most, however. A worried face with piercing emerald eyes and thick red curls.
“Am I in heaven, mate?” James asked, looking at a releived Sirius.
“No, I don’t think so.” Sirius gave Averill a worried look, but she just shrugged. “Why?”
“Because…I’m looking at an angel.” There was a moments pause in which everyone looked around, wondering who was lucky enough to be considered an angel in James Potter’s book. All the eyes in the crowded hallway fell upon Lily Evans and she felt her face redden as she realized that he had been referring to her.
“Oh, real original,” She scoffed, putting up her defenses.
“That was original,” said James indignantly, a far-off smirk on his face.
“Oh, really? How many times have you used it before?” Lily crossed her arms as she waited for him to do the math, an eyebrow raised out of sheer habit.
“About eight times.”
“That’s eight times too many. You couldn’t pick up a cockroach with that corny line.”
“I bet you I could.”
“Well, tell you what, while you go try it, I’ll be getting back to my compartment. In the meantime you work on those pick-up lines.”
“Ok. I’ll think up a good one for the next time someone like you comes along.”
“There’s only one me Porter, and you won’t find any one else like me so you should go try and look for someone else who likes the arrogant type.” She turned around on her heel and strode back to the compartment. Averill laughed and offered James a hand, which he took gratefully, just realizing that he had been sprawled on the floor the whole time.
“What were you thinking?” asked Sirius, grinning in site of his best friend having been publicly burned like that.
“Really, I’ve never seen this side of you.” Averill nodded, showing her assent.
“It seemed like the right thing to say at the time,” James shrugged, sitting back down and looking out the window. The smile on his face had yet to disappear and he was eager to see her again, despite her sharp tongue.
“Oh yeah. You know, she had a point, that girl. That wasn’t very original, next time try something like…‘Can you touch me so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel’. That‘s a little more not predictable.”
“Have you ever used that before?” James asked, doubtful.
“Yes, I have.” Sirius said with dignity.
“And it worked?” James asked in awe. This prompted a snort from Averill.
“Not hardly.” Sirius rolled his eyes, glaring at her.
“Well, if you were a little more worldly, Austavaughn, then perhaps it would have worked.”
“And maybe if you were a little cuter and not my best friend it would have worked. But I know too much about you to ever even think of that.”
“Oh, whatever, Avi. Just because I shared my fetish with feet with you doesn’t mean that you know everything about me.”
“Anyways. Do you think I made an impression?” James asked, truncating their argument. Sirius and Averill exchanged a look.
“Well, to put it nicely…no, not really.”
“What? I thought I did rather well.”
“James, mate, she called you arrogant. And she didn’t even say thank you that you called her an angel.”
“I thought she seemed interested.”
“She might have if you had acted like yourself rather than a jerk. James, that was really weird. I want to honestly know what you were thinking. I just hope Bella didn’t leave any lasting damage when she knocked you out. To be quite honest, I didn’t like that
James out there, not one bit.”
“Well, I can’t be accommodating to everyone,” James shrugged. Averill
stared at him, surprised.
“Ok. I’ll let you two talk and I’ll catch up to you later, if you
haven’t floated away by then. The way that your head has inflated in the past five minutes, I’m surprised you’re not already gone.” She looked questioningly at Sirius
before turning around and walking out of the open door.
“What’s up, James? That was a bit of an arsehole you were being, right then,”
“I don’t know what just got into me,” admitted James. “One moment I
opened my eyes and saw her. Then I just couldn’t shut up and everything was
normal for a moment with us back in the compartment and then Averill
said that, and I just kind of snapped.” he shrugged simply.
“Don’t do it again, ok mate? It was definitely not like you and I didn’t like it much
Averill opened the door to the compartment and smiled at Andromeda. The compartment was full of five other fifth year Gryffindors. They all looked at her, somewhat surprised that she had just waltzed on in.
“Averill! I didn’t know you were coming to Hogwarts, too,” said Andromeda at once, squealing happily.
“I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else.”
“You mean your mother didn’t force you and Arrianne to go to
“Well, not me. Though Arrianne was not so lucky; mum finally bent her.”
“Bet she wasn’t too happy about that.”
“Not really. But in the end, she went anyways. At least she can still be around her boyfriend, the chauvenist pig.” Averill looked casually at the other girls who were still staring at her.
“Oh. Right, this is Averill Austavaughn, my cousin’s best friend. She’s kind of like a sister to me. Averill this is Emma Greene, Ebony Wood, Maloree Mitchels, Kylie Katone, and Serena Selma.” Averill smiled and made to shake hands with Emma before she was swept into a bone-crushing embrace from Kylie Katone.
“Oh, she is so cute,” said Selma. Averill gave Andromeda a look, but she could only laugh.
“I should have gone looking for you guys. The Slytherins will be waiting to ambush you by now.”
“It’s okay, they already did.”
“Yeah, but we got the better of them in the long run,” Averill smiled.
The train screeched to a stop and all seven girls stood up and exited the train. Andromeda said goodbye to Averill before disappearing into a carriage with three of her friends. Averill looked around but found no sign of James or Sirius and so she headed to where an overlarge man was calling the first years. Averill was somewhat surprised. Clearly, there
had been some changes, as this was most surely not how it had been when Adrien had started Hogwarts.
In the midst of the confusion, she found herself in a boat, crossing the great Hogwarts' lake with the girl who had so sweetly told James off not so long ago, and her friends with her. There was a thin, brown-haired boy, who never really uttered his name and a stuck up looking girl.
“I’m Lily,” the red-haired girl had introduced herself.
“Averill Austavaughn.” One of the girls looked at her mildly.
“You don’t want to go making friends with her sort,” Said one of the girls in a would-be-whisper, had she not bothered to make sure everyone in the boat heard this statement. Averill crossed her arms and looked at the girl calmly.
“The Austavaughns and the Blacks are two of the worst families in magical history. Unless you’re trying to tell me that you are a blood traitor of your own sort?” Averill flushed, which was completely un-noticed against the dark sky. Lily was looking between her new friend and the new stranger, bemused.
“She comes from a family of Muggle haters, and Muggle-born haters. They’re pure Slytherin people,” the girl explained, as if that was all she needed to know.
James and Sirius stepped out of the boat and were lead up to the front steps of the castle by a stern-looking woman. She smiled, or rather tried to smile, at the sea of first years. It seemed that she was nervous. Sirius looked out among the mass of black figures and was unable to see Averill near the back of the crowd with a tall, thin, brown-haired boy.
“I don’t see her,” said James, as though reading his friend’s mind. Sirius shook his head.
The great doors opened and the woman led them into an elaborately decorated castle. Many people marveled up at the grand staircase with its marble steps and carefully crafted mahogany hand rails. Portraits on the walls waved at them, a fact that Lily was more than shocked about. The woman led them along the corridor until they reached an arch of what looked like pure gold above another set of gothic shaped doors. Upon their approach, the doors swung open.
They walked into the hall to a great deal of stares from the second through seventh years, who were already seated among long intricately designed mahogany tables. The woman gave an order for them to wait in the middle of the room before she vanished into a room behind the staff table. She came back a moment later with a stool and a dusty old pile of cloth that was a wizard's hat. She set them down in front of the staff table and looked to
a man, also sitting in a mahogany chair which had a moon and a star carved at the top.
The man stood up and looked around. The Great Hall was loud, and completely confused. Where was their old headmaster, Professor Dippet? And why was the old Transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore, sitting in his chair? And what had happened to Mister Pringle, the Hogwarts caretaker; who was the hairy man sitting at the staff table?
“Welcome to all our newcomers. And welcome back to the rest of you. I know you must be wondering who I am, or in the case of all my old students, what I am doing here in place of Headmaster Dippet.” He looked solemnly at the students.
“Due to unforeseen trauma, Headmaster Dippet has left the school. In the event that we are currently suffering the loss of a great friend and teacher, I have taken up the post of Headmaster,” he paused to allow them to absorb this information before continuing.
“Allow me to introduce our new Transfiguration teacher and new head of Gryffindor house as well as Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Profeesor McGonagall,” he indicated the woman who stood by the stool and hat. “Can we have applause for our new Keeper of Keys and Grounds, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid.”
The hairy man flushed and stood up, knocking over a goblet in the process. “Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Mercury, the current head of Slytherin house and Potions teacher Professor Slughorn. Applaud our new teacher of Herbology and head of Hufflepuff house, Professor Sprout. And don’t forget our new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettleburn; Professor Flitwick, the newest Charms teacher and head of Ravenclaw; the caretaker Argus Filch; the Arithmancy
teacher, Professor Gray; the Muggle Studies teacher, Pofessor Transylva;
Ancient Runes teacher, Professor Mickel; Astronomy teacher, Professor Kivin;
Divination teacher, Professor Henth; and History of Magic teacher Professor Chispa.”
“Where have all of our other teachers gone?”
“Why have they replaced the entire staff?” Thousands of the same questions were whispered, but Professor Dumbledore was offering no answer to them.
“Right. Now that we have introduced the staff, let the Sorting Ceremony
begin. Professor McGonagall.”
“Thank you, Albus,” she looked expectantly at the hat and hundreds of other people did, too. For a moment, nothing happened and a couple of the first years near the front of the group looked at the hat sceptically. Then all of a sudden, the brim of the hat opened wide and a dusty voice issued from the hat.
"With your bravery and nobleness,
Gryffindor will be no miss.
With your cunning and your wit,
No doubt, in Ravenclaw you will fit.
If you are sly and cunning,
Slytherin will bring out your best.
If none of the above apply,
In Hufflepuff you go with the rest.
Sit me on your head now,
This is the ultimate test.
Let us find out which house you belong in,
Let the sorting now begin."
The Great Hall exploded into lingering applause before Professor McGonagall silenced them. She brandished a long roll of parchment and looked out at the students over the top of her square glasses. “When I call your name you will come forth and put the hat on your head. You will then sit at the table to which you have been sorted.
“She’s cute,” said Sirius thoughtfully, looking at the petite blonde sitting on the stool. James snorted, rolling his eyes.
“She looks like Averill,”
“No. Aranya is taller and her eyes are brown, not blue,” James rolled his eyes, thinking his friend was just in denial.
“Austavaughn, Averill!” Averill walked up to the stool and put the hat on her head. It was entirely too large and slid down, obscuring her eyes. Most of the Great Hall laughed and she stood up, curtsied and adjusted the hat properly.
The hat seemed to be on her head for nearly a minute before it opened
it’s brim and spoke to her. “I remember you brother Adrien. He was quite unlike the Austavaughn’s of France, and yet he was sorted into Slytherin. You and him are very much alike, although I’d say you’ve had a much harder life. This has taught you how to defend yourself, and discipline, among other things. You have great potential, a strong love in your future, and a friendship to rival that of Black and Potter’s. Your hard work will pay off, Austavaughn, but the things that make you happy will ultimately lead to your demise. I would say Slytherin, but clearly fate has other plans. GRYFFINDOR!” Averill stood up, set the hat on the stool and looking slightly befuddled, walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Andromeda.
“Black, Sirius!” Sirius made his way up to the hat, crossing his fingers and silently praying that he would not be placed in Slytherin. As the hat descended on his head the last thing he saw was a nasty look from Bellatrix at the Slytherin table.
“Black. That’s generally a name that goes hand in hand with Slytherin. But you are different. You understand that The Noble House of Black has it’s flaws and you worship friendship above purity of blood. Wise, Black, really wise. I should put you in Slytherin for your cunning, but I can see you are opposed to that. Ravenclaw would suit you well, yet your bravery is far stronger than any of the other qualities you possess. This may bring about your downfall if you’re not careful, Black. I think you’ll do well in…GRYFFINDOR!”
“Evans, Lily!” James’ red-head walked up to the stool timidly and sat down, her eyes wide.
“Evans, huh? I suppose you’re not related to Lavinia Evans since you have muggles for parents. You lack patience and understanding, though compassion is not something you need coaching in. You’ve got your priorities straight and a strong mind. Ravenclaw calls to you, but Gryffindor wants you too. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? I can’t interfere with fate, of course, though it’s a proven fact that love will always find a way. Just ask Ravenclaw and Gryffindor that. Very well, nonetheless, I think I’ll put you in…GRYFFINDOR!”
“Knight, Kieran!” The rude Slytherin wannabe strutted up to the stool and had no sooner touched the hat then it yelled out it’s results…
“Mystique, Maeve!” A tall girl with her nose stuck in the air marched up to the stool, placed the hat on her head gingerly as though it might swallow her whole, and was then sorted into…
“Potter, James.” James walked to the stool, straight and tall, and sat down, knowing in his heart he’d be sorted into Gryffindor.
“Ha, Potter. Your father was a bit of a troublemaker, but I can see that you are ten times worse. Hogwarts will not know what has hit it. But be warned that you can’t let your heart rule all the time, because that is what Hufflepuff did. In the end, that is what killed her. But don’t dote on such things, because you have a fortunate life ahead of you, James Potter. Quidditch, love, friendship and those things that most unfortunately come hand in hand with it: broken bones, broken hearts, and broken trust. Watch your friends, Potter, and never take your eyes off your enemies. GRYFFINDOR!”
“Snape, Severus!” The greasy haired boy walked up to the stool and placed the hat on his greasy head. His face contorted as the hat talked to him, and Lily’s heart went out to the boy. He had looked sad before with dusty and ripped robes, but now with the ancient hat in place on his head he looked even more so. But then the hat placed him in Slytherin, so Lily wondered if he was really all that troubled.
James was sitting across the table from Sirius, who had his eyes half-open, daydreaming, his head was lolling on Averill’s shoulder, who was carrying on a whispered conversation with Andromeda. Finally, the Sorting Ceremony ended and Dumbledore clapped his hands together expectantly.
“Any questions?" At first nobody said anything, then James' head snapped up.
"Yeah. When does Quidditch start?"
"Due to...uh...certain Ministry rules, as I am sure you are already aware of, I am disinclined to allow first years onto the House Quidditch teams. That is not to say," he added with a grin, his eyes skimming over a couple of students at the end of the Gryffindor table. "That it is illegal to play on your own in your spare time." Sirius hung his head, rejected and James moaned. "Well, if there are no more questions then, you may eat." The old man clapped his hands together with a smile and the tables were immediately furnished with food.
"This is going to be the best part," said James, wasting no time in letting the food get cold and forgetting all about the injustice of not being able to play quidditch. Averill watched him and Sirius, rather revolted at how fast they were piling food onto the plates. They're like hyenas, she thought with a smile. Funny and hungry. She shook her head and began to put food on her plate, however, less quickly.
"So, Lily, do you like your new admirers?" Maeve teased.
"Who?" asked Lily obliviously, from her position just a few spaces away.
"Potter and Black. It was obvious that Potter likes you, Lily, and Black, he looked interested in me. Did you see the look he gave me when we were on the train." They all listened yet tried to remain impassable.
"Potter is totally annoying. Usually you don’t just start hitting on someone, you try to get to know each other first.” Lily rolled her eyes as she scooped mashed potatoes onto her plate.
"I saw the look in his eyes, though, Lily. I thought girls matured faster then boys?” said Harley softly.
“They do,” Chloe looked revolted that Harley had even thought otherwise.
“But really, what do you guys think about Black?”
“He’s cute,” Harley shrugged, receiving two gaping stares from Chloe and Maeve.
“What about the one further down…the one next to Potter.” Lily suggested.
“Who…Lupin? I think that was his name,”
“Yes, him. He’s cute, don’t you think?”
“I do,” Harley smiled and got a laugh from Lily.
“But what are we going to do with Austavaughn. You know that we have to share a room with her, right?” Maeve shot Averill a look of pure venom.
“Just ignore her. If we don’t bother her, she won’t bother us.” Lily shrugged.
“It’s not going to be that simple, Lily. Didn’t you hear what I said when we were in the boat? Her family doesn’t like people who aren’t purebloods.”
“So you think she’s going to use black magic on us in the middle of the night?” Lily was doubtful.
“Why not? I’m sure her family teaches her all about how to use Black Magic and The Dark Arts. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if her mother and father already have her name down for a future Death Eater.”
“What’s a Death Eater?” Harley asked, feeling weak at the word. Lily shot her a look, glad that she hadn’t had to ask.
“It’s a person who follows the ways of Black Magic. It’s made basically of a group of elite pure-blooded stuck ups who think they should be allowed to use their powers to get rid of ‘the blemishes on our otherwise perfect world’. Usually parents do it and then they teach their children to do exactly as they do. I bet Austavaughn has been learning all about it from her mummy and daddy the past six years and now they just can’t wait to pass the torch and see their darling daughter turn herself over to the dark side.” There was a clatter at the end of the table and they all looked down to see gravy flooding James Potter’s plate and pieces of glass laying everywhere.
“Sorry, James,” Averill said, jumping to her feet and turning around. Before anyone could make heads or tails of the situation, Averill had already strode from the hall and disappeared outside.
“What just happened?” James asked Sirius, not quite sure what had caused his friend to drop the dish of gravy over his plate.
“Mystique happened,” he whispered in a low voice, shaking his head. There was something about the girl that was nagging at him, something that could only lead to trouble. Lily stared after Avrill, worried. She had a feeling that Maeve was misjudging her, and yet she couldn’t figure out why.
“Don’t worry about her Lily. There’s nothing we can do for her and there’s nothing she can do for us. We were born enemies.”
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A/N- To The validator- I removed the old format and replaced it with the one I had saved on my desktop so there is no tags or anything, as they always seem to come out wrong. I am sorry to be such a great pain and I sincerely hope it goes through this time so that no one has to watse their time reading it again! As for the rest of you, I have over sixty reads and two reviews. I have not yet graduated, but I take Geometry, so I'm pretty sure my math is right. If you take the time to read this, please leave me a note, even if you despise it, and let me know what I should change.
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