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Speak by ladyemma
Chapter 9 : Chapter Nine
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Chapter Ten

“Hermione, I need your help,” Harry repeated, clenching his hands together so tightly his knuckles are white. He must be worried.

I paused for a moment, unsure about what to do. This seemed like a private conversation, and my responsible side told me to leave the room, but I was curious. They seemed to have forgotten I was there. Not to mention that Hermione would probably fill me in later. I sat down on the couch opposite from Harry, and waited patiently.

“Of course I’ll help you, Harry. About what?”

“Well, as you know, I have been working on building my parents a tomb somewhere besides where they are now. They didn’t want an elaborate funeral or tombstone, so they had a simple tombstone on top of a hill nearby Godric’s Hollow.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Hermione asked with a perplexed expression on her face, sitting down next to me.

“Well, the workers were finally ready for the bones to be moved. But the bones weren’t there. My parent’s bones are missing. Both of them! We need help finding whoever took them, and where they are. And you are the best at magic out of the three of us.”

“That’s not true, and you know it. I’m not the one who defeated Voldemort. But I will help. Who could do such a thing, and why?”

“We’re suspecting either Voldemort himself, or one of his followers. If it is one of his followers, we will need to hunt the ones who escaped down, and that’s not going to be easy. Even with all the Aurors searching it has been declared a lost cause.” The air grew thick again in that familiar sensation I had gotten two times before. ‘Oh no, not now, please not now,’ I prayed, hoping it would help. It didn’t, and once more the world changed.

“Anderson, Carolyn!” A woman with a severe face, tight bun, and green robes calls out. I think her name is Professor McGonagall, but I’m so bad with names, I’m not sure. Of course, me being bad at names isn’t exactly a good thing, with all the new students around. There must be at least fifty new students.

Carolyn walks up to the hat with a determined brazenness, but deep down I know she is as scared as I am. Still, her at least pretending to be brave makes me feel better. She puts the hat on, and the seconds tick by like hours. What if nothing happened to her? No, that can’t be. Her entire family is made of witches and wizards. It’s me I should be worried about. ‘What if some sort of mistake was made in picking me?’ I gulp. ‘No use dwelling on things that I can’t control,’ I tell myself sensibly.

Fortunately, just then the hat shouts out, “Slytherin!” or I don’t think I could have followed my own advice very well. One of the tables bursts out into enthusiastic boos while another bursts out into applause.

McGonagall calls out a few more names and I start to space out. On the train a trolley had passed by, and Carolyn had offered me something to eat, but I was too nervous then to even think about food. Plus, the food was kind of odd, and I was scared I might turn into a rat or something. You never know with magic… But I start to regret my decision when my stomach gives a huge rumble. I blush slightly and hope no one heard.

“Evans, Lily!”

My blush deepens, and this time not from embarrassment, but from fear.

Once I put the hat on, it begins to speak. Wow, that sounds odd. “You have a smart mind, girl. I sense bravery and loyalty deep down, at your very core,” The hat begins. I snort at the last part. Bravery? I think back at it. Look at me, I’m shaking all over!

“Don’t underestimate your bravery. It will come out in time. Perhaps we should give you some inspiration? Better be GRYFFINDOR!” The hat shouts out the last part. Relieved that it’s all over (I don’t really like having someone read all my thoughts. I mean, pardon me for saying this, but my thoughts are meant for ME and ME alone!), I walk to the Gryffindor table, which bursts out into applause. I sit down at last, which is a good thing because my legs feel like Jell-O, and I don’t know how much longer I could’ve stayed standing.

I sat next to no one. I think that if I can’t sit with Carolyn (stupid house rules!) I can sit next to a fellow new student. Finally, a student sits down next to me. He has crazy jet-black hair and hazel eyes with a mischievous expression in them. His school robes are untidy, as if he didn’t want to wear them, and it gave him the casual look.

“I’m Potter. James Potter,” he says in a James Bond voice. I laugh lightly.

“Evans, Lily Evans,” I reply in the same tone. James laughs too, but looks a little surprised. I guess he thought I wouldn’t reply in the same manner. He doesn’t say anything, though, because a man with a very long beard stands up at the front and starts a speech. If it had been my old school, I would have spaced out the entire time, but this time I pay attention. I have a feeling it would be important.

(a/n- I don’t think I’d do justice to anything said by Dumbledore, so I’m just going to do the end of the first year’s)

“Nitwick, blubber, enjoy your feast!”

And as soon as those words are said, the plates fill with every food imaginable for dinner. I help myself to a piece of lamb, shepherd’s pie, rosemary-roasted potatoes, and chocolate pudding. James helps himself to his own food preferences, and leans over to take a bite of my potatoes.

“Hey,” I say, jokingly slapping his hand away, “eat your own food!”

I zoomed back out of the memory, but another memory came up to take its place. I barely had any time to take another breath, or even get up from the floor.

The next morning I rush out to breakfast as soon as I could. I had plenty of time before class started, but I wanted to get to my class early. The prefects gave everyone maps, but I’ve always been bad at following directions. I wanted to get started as early as I could. Then, I notice Carolyn walking towards the Slytherin table, giggling with a couple girls. Has she found a replacement for me already? I shoved that thought away. Of course not. There is nothing wrong with making new friends.

“Carolyn, wait up!” I call out. I run towards her. Once I catch up, her new friends sneer menacingly at me, but I don’t care. I just need to hear a reassurance from Carolyn that we’re still friends.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Carolyn says to her new friends. They nod reluctantly and sit down at the table. Carolyn takes my arm and leads me to a deserted area.

“Look, Lily, we shouldn’t be seen together. I’m a Slytherin, you’re a Gryffindor, and Slytherins and Gryffindors aren’t friends. Besides, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But, why? Why should a silly tradition break up our friendship?” I ask, stunned. I can’t believe what I am hearing.

“Because it’s the way things are. And you don’t know these people. They will hurt you just for being a Gryffindor and-” She breaks off suddenly, as if she doesn’t want to hear the next part. “I’m sorry, Lily.”

I run out of the room, not hungry any more. The last thing I hear is the cheer of the Slytherin girls, and them congratulating her for ‘getting rid of the Mudblood.’ I don’t know what that is, but I find myself not caring. I never should have gone here. Once I find my first class of the day (Charms), I sit in the corner and say what Dorothy from ‘The Wizard of Oz’ said. “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home...” If only Dorothy knew how true that was. And I don’t have a pair of magical red ruby slippers to take me home either.

A/N- Sorry for the long wait, but this was a LONG chapter. For me, at least. I’m sorry I didn’t make the conversation between Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but I couldn’t think of anything to say, and the more flashbacks Lily gets, the more the story moves. Please review! It helps me update faster.

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