The next morning I was gloomy. The first day of classes had been interesting, I'll give you that, but without your best friend or even knowing that you have a best friend, it was gloomy. And to top it all off I was feeling more homesick then ever. But Mum would have wanted me to keep up my strength, so I helped myself to some porridge.
"Why so gloomy?" a voice asked behind me. I turned around, and found James standing there.
I sighed. "Oh, nothing," I said, turning back around to the table, and James sat down beside me.
"There's always something wrong when people get that look in their eyes," he told me. "Spill."
I looked over at him. He looked so innocent, just sitting there with that stupid smile on his face. I smiled a little.
"It's just the bitterness of having a long time friendship end."
"Did you leave her behind coming here? There's always summer." I was touched by his concern.
"Not exactly. She's here."
"Then what's the problem?"
"She's in Slytherin," I said as if that explained everything. The odd thing was it seemed like it did by his expression.
An awkward silence fell. "So, you like chess?" he said abruptly. I was startled by his change of topic.
"Er, never played it."
"Come on, I'll teach you!" he said enthusiastically.
"Can I eat first, please?" I asked, my appetite suddenly coming back.
"Of course! I would never deny someone food." I rolled my eyes at that comment and turned back to the porridge.
While I finished eating, James ran up to the common room to get his chessboard. I was all alone for a few moments, and took the chance to steal a glance at the Slytherin table, where I saw Carolyn sitting almost exactly like I was. The only difference was that she had a carefree expression on her face, unlike how I was just minutes before. How could a person change so much in so little time? I felt like I hardly knew her. I felt like I had just met her. At that moment, she looked in my direction. Not wanting her to notice me looking at her, I looked away. The difference in the color of our robes lingered in my mind, but I shook it away. I didn't want to become like her and judge others by their house.
I heard laughter behind me, and there was James, followed by three boys that I vaguely remembered also being in Gryffindor. "Hello, boys," I say. "I thought you only went to get your chessboard, and you've brought back an entourage!"
"Oh, I'm not playing with the Mudblood," one of them said in a disgusted tone of voice. There was that word again. But what did it mean? It sounded like an insult from the two times I heard it. It reminded me bitterly of Carolyn. Would I ever stop thinking of her?
"Call her that again, and I'll make sure you never say another word. Besides, I don't want to play with you anyway, Black," James snapped. Black walked off with a smirk on his face.
"Git," one of the other boys said.
"Truly," James said. He turned back to me. "So, still up for that chess game?"
"This is Peter and Remus, by the way." He pointed to the two boys.
The years passed by, slow and uneventful for the most part. Black eventually got used to being in Gryffindor (apparently his previous unfriendliness was due to the fact that his entire family were pure-bloods, and he was supposed to be sorted into Slytherin, but something had gone wrong. More house rivalries, I guess), except now we called him Sirius. Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, and James Potter formed a group known as the Marauders, popular for their mischief and pranks. Still, James always found time to hang out with me, and our friendship grew, until one day...
I threw myself on the ground, sobbing, beneath my favorite tree in April of third year, a piece of paper in one hand and a photo in the other. I had just gotten the news that... that...
"Hey, Lils, what's the matter?" I heard a very familiar voice say above me. I looked up at James standing above me with a concerned expression on his face.
If it had been a normal day, I would have smacked him playfully on the shoulder. He knew I hated that name, and yet he continued to call me that. He seemed carefree and happy even when looking concerned, and I hated him for it. I glared at him.
"Go away," I said before digging my head into my arms with a fresh round of tears.
ďNot until you tell me what's going on, and maybe not even then. Was Malfoy being a git again? Don't believe what he says, he doesn't know what he's talking about."
Now normally that would have been a good guess at why I was crying, but today was not the time. "I said go AWAY!"
ďOkay, but I was just trying to help," James said, looking hurt and annoyed. He walked off, and once again I was alone. I felt kind of sorry that I had hurt his feelings, but not enough to chase after him. I would apologize later. For now I would wallow in my pity. For that letter had not been an ordinary letter, it had been from my Aunt Victoria. My parents had died in a car crash.
How could that be? Mum and Dad were good drivers, they didn't drink, and they always followed the rules of the road. And how could it be that one day they were there, and the next day, they weren't?
I heard something land on the grass beside me. I looked over and saw a very regal-looking owl with a very official looking letter in its beak. I reached out and removed it, and the owl flew away instantly.
Dear Miss Evans,
We are sorry to inform you that on the 4th of March, we discovered your parents murdered by some of You-Know-Who's followers. We send our condolences and want to remind you to keep the reasons of Mr. and Mrs. Evan's death secret from the rest of your Muggle family.
I ripped the letter into pieces before I could even see who wrote it.
So. It hadn't been an accident after all. I sobbed even harder. And I couldn't even tell my family the truth.
Except - I would tell Petunia. She was my sister, after all. She deserved to know the truth. Besides, she already knew I was a witch. What harm could it possibly do?
A/N-With the disappointment brought by DH and my immense dislike for the unsatisfactory ending, I am sorry to say that I will be taking a break from fan fiction and Harry Potter in general. Hopefully it is a phase and not permanent, and hopefully I will be back soon. I canít say, but please donít give up on me or my fics. I will be back.