The next morning I stepped out of my room into the hallway, bleary eyed and still extremely tired. Luke was also standing in the doorway of the guest room not looking much better than myself. It was obvious by the light outside it was early, but from the screaming downstairs, I was doubtful either of us would get any more of our much wanted sleep.
“I knew you would react this way!” Petunia’s voiced screeched “You’re jealous that now I’ll have complete control over my own life.”
“Really?” my mother sneered back at her “Leaving university, marrying Vernon and depending solely on him financially means you will have complete control of your life?”
I raised my eyebrows at Luke. Petunia was leaving university? This was a new development and probably not a good one for my mother to have to deal with, especially with the marriage proposal still so fresh. Luke seemed like he wanted to take the sensible option and stay away from the mother-daughter spat downstairs. So he crossed the hallway quickly, into the bathroom to have a shower. I on the other hand, never one to shy away from conflict (especially if my sister was on the receiving end of a lecture) quickly took the stairs two at a time arriving in the kitchen with a little spring in my step. My sister immediately glowered in my direction, I smirked right back at her and began to make myself a strong coffee.
“I am not agreeing to have her as a bridesmaid!” Petunia said to my mother roughly pointing in my direction.
“I have a name,” I told her coolly.
“Yeah and its freak!” she yelled.
I rolled my eyes. How original.
“Petunia that’s enough!”
My mother’s pale face was going red and her eyes were bright with fierce emotion, she was angry, anyone could tell that.
“If your sister isn’t going to be a bridesmaid, who exactly are you going to ask?” my mother continued, her tone quieter but still strong.
“I haven’t completely decided yet, I only announced the engagement last night, but I figured I would at least ask Marge,” Petunia replied.
“Vernon’s sister?” my mother continued.
Petunia nodded.
“You’re asking Marge, but not your own sister, why?”
“You know how brides are they have to be the best looking on the day,” I said before adding nastily “and even Petunia will look better than Marge on the day without much of a problem.”
Petunia’s dark eyes snapped towards me outraged. My mother simply closed her eyes and sighed forcefully as if trying to block everything out.
“Lily,” she said her voice quiet but deadly “give it a rest.”
“Sorry,” I said simply, but my tone betrayed that I was anything but.
“Okay Petunia, the deal is the wedding can go ahead and I will both help you plan it and pay for it as long as it is not too extravagant but simply elegant, you’re sister will be a bridesmaid-”
I opened my mouth to make my thoughts about being a bridesmaid clear, but my mother shot her hand up in a warning for me not to even start.
“And you will stay at university, finish your degree and give yourself a chance to get a job as well as Vernon.”
The kitchen was quiet for a moment while Petunia weighed her options.
“I can do all but the last,” she stated.
“Get up to your room,” my mother hissed.
“I’m 19 you can’t send me to-”
“I can and I will,” my mother shot back at her icily. “Go up and get dressed, be ready to go in an hour.”
“Go where?”
“To Kings Cross, we’re taking your sister to the train.”
My sister looked at me with a smirk of contempt on her face.
“Is that supposed to make me want to go and get changed?”
“It is if you want you’re wedding, it is now another condition.”
Petunia dropped her gaze from mine and looked at my mother angrily before stomping up to her room. While I didn’t particularly care if Petunia came to see me off or not, I took a certain amount of pleasure in the fact that she was being forced to come to Kings Cross against her will. It made me realise just how dysfunctional our relationship was. We were sisters and here she was furious that I was going to be a bridesmaid in her wedding and that she had to come and say goodbye to me, even though we wouldn’t see each other for months. And here I was also annoyed that I had to be a bridesmaid at her wedding, but inwardly content that she was being forced into things she didn’t want to do. It was a wonder no one had ever forced us both into counselling. I shrugged the thought away looking back towards my mother; she was dumping some pancakes in front of me. Pancakes were the only thing she knew how to cook.
“I can’t believe she isn’t finishing university, she’s going to ruin her life,” my mother said to no one in particular.
“I heard that!” Petunia shrieked down the stairs.
“Good,” my mother retorted “I said it loudly!”
We were honestly insane all three of us, and we had incredible tempers. I always thought my mother and I had an excuse, we were redheads, but Petunia was just as bad if not worse. It had to be our genes; I had vivid memories of my parents fighting often. It was around about the time I was eight that things changed between them, becoming forceful and angry. It eventually resulted in my dad leaving and never coming back. Before that, everything had been relatively normal for our family, we always did things together. We went on holidays, went to sport games and my dad used to tell my sister and I incredible stories; but then he changed. He seemed tired all the time, he stopped going to work and he would sit in the lounge room all the time and if he wasn’t there, he wasn’t home. It was what I had dubbed as his lazy stage, it wasn’t until I was fourteen that I recognised his laziness for what it really was; he had been drunk and high.
I started eating my pancakes slowly and sipping my warm mug of coffee. The sun was up by now and warm light was spilling in through the windows. I watched my mother as she poured some more pancake mix onto the frying pan and waited for it to begin to cook. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked; she was plainly dressed in dark jeans, a small blue shirt and her hair messily tied back but she just seemed to radiate natural beauty. I secretly hoped I could be just like her when I was older.
“Do you want any more?” she asked me.
I shook my head taking another mouthful of pancake “No fanks,” I mumbled.
She smiled at me “Don’t eat with your mouth full.”
Luke wandered into the kitchen looking a little more awake and refreshed after his shower and took a seat next to me.
“Ready to go back to school kid?” he asked as he stole some of the pancake off my plate.
I shot a glare in his direction; I didn’t like people taking my food. “Yeah all packed, you coming to the station?” I replied.
“Of course, we’ll take my car.”
“Can I drive?” I asked excitedly.
Luke glanced at me “You are, in no way, going near the drivers’ seat of my car.”
“Why not?” I pouted.
“You are a reckless driver Lils,” he said as my mother passed him his own plate of pancakes.
“You taught me everything I know!” I said.
Luke just ignored this and said to my mother “Laura these are so good,” his mouth was full and he ended up spraying bits of pancake over the table in front of him.
My mother just glared at him.
It was a little later on that I was hauling my trunk out of the house and down to the back of Luke’s car. Petunia was sitting grumpily on the front steps picking at her nails and not wanting to really spend more time with her than I had to, I wandered into the garage. I found Luke in there, looking over the motorcycle, Sirius had left the evening before. He looked up once he heard me coming over to him and grinned.
“This bike will be a beauty,” he said happily.
I grinned and had a look at it myself.
“I wish I could help you.” I said.
While I didn’t know everything about cars and motorbikes I had spent time in my childhood helping Luke out with some of his projects and I had picked up a few things. I liked to help him makes things work again and see the finished product, it was interesting and always enjoyable to spend the time with my godfather.
“Well I won’t necessarily get it all done quickly,” Luke replied “maybe we can do some together at Christmas time when your home.”
“Okay,” I said happily “just don’t tell Black.”
Luke looked at me with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his lips “Why?”
I shrugged “He’ll find some way to be an insufferable git about me helping him.”
“Is he the one that has liked you all these years?”
I laughed and rolled my eyes “No that’s Potter, the one with the glasses and really crazy hair.”
“Oh,” Luke said simply and again there was a smirk on his lips.
I huffed impatiently “Maybe we should get going?”
Luke stood up and away from the bike stretching his strong arms over his head and yawning “Okay kid lets go.”
We ended up arriving at Kings Cross station at ten in the morning, so there was still an hour to kill before the train to Hogwarts would be leaving. We had made our way into the station, Luke pushing the trolley with my trunk on it along next to me, chatting away about the plans he had for fixing Sirius’ motorcycle up. Petunia was walking along behind me next to my mother and whispering to her furiously. We were approaching the gate to platform nine and three quarters, where the Hogwarts Express would leave from. I gathered Petunia’s frantic pleas were in regards to going no further than the magical gateway.
When we had reached the bricks separating platforms nine and ten, I turned to look at my mother knowingly. She gave me tight smile and I knew she wanted to come through to say goodbye but there was only so much Petunia could take.
“We are an hour early Mum and I have to get some Head things taken care of before we leave,” I told her reassuringly so she didn’t feel torn between us. It was only a little white lie, I would have Head duties to do eventually, but I just wouldn’t have to worry about them until we were on our way to Hogwarts.
Petunia sniffed, she didn’t like that I was Head Girl, she felt it was another way for me to have all the attention. To be honest, with her latest marriage proposal and dropping out of uni, I think the attention was all on her now.
Out of nowhere Luke had pulled me into a tight hug; it was bone crushing. I was struggling to breath but didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I’m missing you already kid, I’m counting down the days till Christmas,” he told me.
“That’s because you just want my present,” I joked.
He laughed and pulled back, kissing my forehead before finally releasing me. I turned to look at my mother. She stepped toward me and grasped my hand.
“I’m so proud of you Lily,” she began “Keep up that good work you always do. Tell Allie that neither of you are to sneak out after curfew this year, just because it was urgent for you to get chocolate from the kitchens. And make sure you write to me; write lots of long letters kid.”
“I will.”
She smiled and this time I was the one to initiate the bone crushing hug. I loved this woman and sometimes wished Hogwarts wasn’t a boarding school, so that I could still spend each night with her.
“Don’t block James Potter out Lily.”
What. I pulled back and looked at her sternly, that had come out of nowhere. My mother gave me a small smile.
“Just my small piece of advice for the year,” she said simply “Think it over, or toss it aside, it’s your decision.”
I gave her a mock stern glare, knowing I would definitely toss the comment aside. Petunia was the last one to say goodbye too. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest and her nose turned up. Not exactly a comforting stance, so I settled for a nod of acknowledgement, before I began to push my trolley towards the gate. Before disappearing I turned my head for a last look at my family, who I wouldn’t see for a few months and I gave them a wave. Instantly, they were gone and all I could see was a hard brick wall with steam clouding the sides of my vision. The platform was quiet, not too many people were here this early, which meant it was perfect for finding a compartment to sit in. Pushing my trolley over towards the train I began to try and lift my heavy trunk onto it. I was struggling and really starting to use some unknown muscles when an amused voice sounded from behind me.
“Need a hand Evans?” it asked.
I looked up to see Sirius Black lording over me with a smirk plastered on his face.
“I can manage,” I gasped while tugging as hard as I could on my trunk again.
“Obviously,” he replied sarcastically.
“I don’t know why you’re so cocky,” I shot back “I seem to remember you struggling to wheel a motorcycle a few feet into my garage last night.”
Sirius’ smirk dropped right off his face and inwardly I was pleased with my triumph. Then he pulled his wand out of his pocket, flicked his wrist and my trunk landed next to another one with the letters ‘S.B.’ on it. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him.
“See how easy it was, all I had to do was use a bit of magic with my wand here, you know what a wand is right Evans? Usually people attending Hogwarts have one and use it, when they need a little magical assistance, or did you forget?”
I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest. I had forgotten, but he didn’t need to know that. I had been in the Muggle world for the past summer where magic was not allowed, as well as, the fact that my sister despised it. Of course I was struggling to remember I was now of age and able to use magic outside of school.
“Where’s your friend?” I asked him instead.
“Which one? I have many.”
“The one with the glasses, whose hip you’re personally attached too.”
“Ah, that one, he goes by the name of James or Prongs for those who know him more intimately.”
“Sounds like you’re a little closer than just friends,” I said mockingly.
Sirius laughed “He would never be good enough for me, Evans.”
I shook my head “So where is he?” I asked again.
“No idea actually; why do you want to know?” Sirius asked his eyebrows rising with curiosity.
“Just wondering if he was going to bother showing up for our Head duties today.”
“Oh, well no idea, I’m not really interested in that sort of thing you know.”
I certainly did know, to Sirius rules were more like guidelines, things he would choose to follow if they suited him. More often than not they didn’t, and so he proceeded to do what did suit him. Basically, anyone in a position of authority were just annoying flies, buzzing around trying to contain what he argued was his ‘natural spirit for life.’ Professor McGonagall called it his blatant disregard for people other than himself, but even behind her stern words and expressions there was a soft spot for Sirius Black. I think, in some way or another the boy had just about everyone won over. Except his mother, the rumours were she had blasted him off the family tree and kicked him out of the house for his refusal to buy into the pure blood mania, taking over the magical world. It was a rumour that I would never forget, because it was the first time I realised that there might be more to Sirius Black than just pranking, rule breaking and skating through life without any worries.
Suddenly I felt a presence beside me. Chloe was standing next to me holding her trunk, with a smile on her face.
“Hey Lils,” she said while giving me a half armed hug.
“Black,” she said with a nod of acknowledgement, Sirius waved with annoying enthusiasm and Chloe rolled her eyes but the corners of her mouth were twitching.
“I saw Alice in the distance on my way into the station; she and Frank are dawdling, obviously dreading their split for the next few months.”
I rolled my eyes. ‘Have you seen Allie?” I asked.
“She didn’t come with you?”
I shook my head “No, she seemed to be coming herself.”
“Well I’m sure we don’t have to worry, the girl is always late.”
That was true, and something that really bugged me about Allie. I hated people who were late to things; I was always on time to wherever I needed to be, unless something really went wrong. The only other time I was ever late, was when Allie caused me to be late. There was a reason I was made Head Girl, while I might argue with people who riled me up and sneak out to the kitchens after hours when I was hungry. I was always reliable and organised in every aspect of my life.
After quickly scanning the platform for any sign of Allie, I looked back at the two people standing with me, Chloe was searching through her purse and Sirius was glancing across the platform; his jaw was tight and his eyes fierce. I followed his line of sight and saw an older woman fussing over a young boy, who looked remarkably like Sirius when he had been fifteen. It was his mother and brother. Regulus, his brother, had the same dark hair and elegant features as Sirius. He was just slightly shorter and didn’t seem to have the same easy going nature that Sirius portrayed.
“Want to find a compartment with us?” I asked Sirius, hoping to pull his attention away from his family. I knew I would regret this, but I felt sorry for him, at least I had only ever been rejected by one family member, for Sirius it had been the whole lot.
He glanced at me his eyes were intense, but quickly he seemed to fall back into his normal presence and smiled.
“Sure Evans.”
Considering the train was pretty much empty, it took us a substantial amount of time to settle down in a compartment. Having options meant we’d had room to be picky. While I stated we had to be close to the prefect compartment, so I wouldn’t have far to travel later for the first prefect meeting, Sirius complained that he didn’t like the colour of the seats in one compartment (apparently green was just too Slytherin). I then informed him that my eyes were green. He responded by telling me that when I was old with silvery, grey hair we could no longer associate; because I would be sporting the complete Slytherin colours in my appearance. Sirius Black obviously didn’t discriminate at all. Chloe finding the whole charade ridiculous, just trailed along behind us. Eventually, we found a compartment that we all liked; it had red seats and was close but not too close to the prefect compartment. By this time, the train was starting to fill up and students were dragging trunks past our door. We were all settling into the compartment, Chloe filing away at her nails, while Sirius pulled out a deck of Exploding Snap cards and began to deal some towards me, when the compartment door was pulled open. Allie was standing there looking flustered with about four bags wrapped around her body. She glanced down the corridor as if searching for someone else.
“Pete, in here,” she called out.
Immediately, Peter Pettigrew the fourth member of Sirius’ group of friends had arrived at our compartment door smiling around at all of us.
“Wormtail mate, how’s it going?” Sirius exclaimed as he reached over to shake Peter’s hand.
“Alright thanks, Padfoot.” Peter replied.
I frowned at their use of nicknames; I’d never been able to work out why they had them. Well, I knew why they called Remus ‘Moony,’ he was a werewolf. I had talked to Remus about it last year. There was no way I couldn’t, Snape had insisted for so long that Remus was werewolf but I had continually pushed his accusations away. I didn’t like Snape snooping around Remus’ business, but eventually when some of his ‘illnesses’ had affected our patrolling time; I had decided to talk to Remus about it. He had been afraid at first, afraid that I would push him away and be unwilling to be his friend. I on the other hand, had been slightly annoyed that he didn’t expect more from me. He explained that you could never judge the reaction of someone in regards to being a werewolf, even some of the nicest people couldn’t accept the condition in loved ones. I assured him it didn’t matter and if the transformation affected anymore of our patrolling times I would deal with it. Remus had thanked me continually and in the end the whole ordeal brought us closer together. While I had tried to use this close friendship to find out why the other marauders had nicknames, Remus wouldn’t tell me, as it wasn’t his place. In the end, I gave up on it because I realised, I was beginning to snoop into business that wasn’t mine, just like Snape had done to Remus in the first place. Even though I had stopped my snooping, it didn’t mean I wasn’t still curious.
Chloe had started to ask Peter about his summer, while I jumped up to help Allie who was attempting to stuff all her bags onto the rack above our heads. She was having trouble and beginning to get really angry.
“What did you bring everything you own to Hogwarts, Greene?” Sirius called out.
Allie shoved the bag she currently had and turned to face him “So what if I did,” she snarled back at him.
Sirius threw his hands up and his smile faltered “Sorry I was just joking.”
I looked at Allie both worried and confused. She flopped down onto the seat and muttered her own apology to Sirius for snapping. He assured her it was alright and looked up at me, his eyebrows raised questionably. I shrugged.
“Want to go for a walk?” I asked Allie.
She began to respond when the compartment door opened again. Alice and Remus were standing there smiling at us. They said hello to us all, before looking at me.
“Lils, we have to go to the prefect compartment for the meeting,” Alice told me.
I sighed and glanced at Allie torn between my responsibility to my best friend and my new position as Head Girl. I made up my mind quickly.
“Chloe, can you get us some Chocolate Frogs if the trolley comes, please?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied nonchalantly.
I then grabbed Allie’s hand and dragged her along after me as I followed Remus and Alice down towards the prefect compartment.
“Lily, what are you doing?” Allie cried, as I pulled her along.
“I’m going to get this meeting over quickly and then we will talk about what’s bothering you.”
Allie simply sighed and followed me without any further argument. We made it to the compartment and I opened the door, stepping through first. Immediately I stopped dead; as a result Allie, Alice and Remus all ran into the back of me.
“Ow!”
“Jeez.”
“Honestly, Lily what are you doing?” Alice cried.
I merely pointed in front of me, stunned into silence. James Potter was currently sitting behind the desk stationed at the front of the compartment, with papers in front of him. It looked like he was sorting through them. Allie, burst into laughter.
“Potter, are you actually doing work” she asked moving towards him.
He looked up at us, slightly affronted and nodded.
“It’s my job,” he told her “Oh, and it’s nice of you to come and join me Evans,” he stated as an after thought.
I narrowed my eyes at him. This was not the way it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be here first, sorting through the schedules and passwords to hand out to the prefects. Potter was supposed to just turn up and sit there quietly, giving off at least the image that we had a Head Boy. Remus and Alice moved towards some seats near the front of the carriage and began a conversation with the new perfect Head Boy.
“You better get over there and make sure he’s done the job properly, or he’ll never let you hear the end of him doing all the work,’ Allie told me quietly.
I sighed and moved past her, approaching Potter. He gave me a tight smile and immediately I thought back to our last encounter and how I pushed away from our kiss. I was surprised he wasn’t completely ignoring me, but for some reason James Potter had always been different to other guys. I took a seat next to him and began to look through the papers, while Potter continued to chat to Remus. As I checked through everything, more of the prefects began to enter the compartment and take their seats. When I was done, I sighed with annoyance, everything was in order. I’d hoped to find something wrong with his work that I needed to fix. I knew that was mean, but I was a control freak, I needed to feel I was in charge.
“Everything okay?” Potter asked me nicely.
I simply nodded, and tightened my jaw, if I spoke I’d probably end up snapping and looking like a bitch. We waited a few more minutes, while all the prefects arrived. When Snape entered I felt him glance over at me, I shot him a dirty look before turning away and managing to look right into Potter’s hazel eyes instead. He seemed to have noticed my brief exchange with Snape, but instead of mentioning it, he simply asked if we should begin. I nodded and stood up.
“Hi everyone, I’m Lily Evans and this is James Potter and we are your new Head Boy and Girl for the year,” I told them loudly.
Immediately there was whispering over the combination Dumbledore had chosen as Heads. I could hear the indignation about a Mudblood being chosen from the Slytherins. The Ravenclaws were concerned with our ability to work together, having witnessed our arguments in the past. In comparison the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors found the idea of us having to work together amusing.
“Oi, everyone shut it!” James yelled over the voices.
“How articulate,” I muttered under my breath.
“A thank you would have been fine Evans,” Potter snapped back.
“Don’t start Potter.”
Remus coughed loudly and Potter and I turned back to the group, there was a mixture of amusement and annoyance on their faces.
“Right well, I think all we really had to go over was passwords for the common rooms and patrolling schedules,” I continued.
I got James to give the seventh year prefects for each house their passwords, while I handed out the patrolling schedule to everyone.
“If you need to change your patrol time, please come to see Potter or myself and we will organise any changes and let the people involved know,” I said.
“No one patrols on Sundays either, except for Lily and I,” Potter continued “every second Sunday, however, is our prefect meetings. We are all to meet in the Transfiguration classroom at 8pm.”
All the prefects nodded at our words, while they scanned their timetables.
“Are there any questions?” I asked.
“Yes.” I said to the fifth year Ravenclaw who had raised her hand.
“What exactly is the protocol for detention and docking points?” she asked.
“Good question, well we can all dock points and give detentions, but we are encouraged to make sure we are fair in all our dealings with students. The professors will keep a close eye on who gets in trouble and why they were in trouble, to make sure it was completely deserved. Basically we have to keep an open and fair mind, no favouritism, or discrimination against certain houses.”
“That being said, Snape I saw you witness some third year Slytherins, bullying some second year Gryffindors in the distance this morning, and yet you did nothing about it, can I ask why?” Potter asked.
I saw Snape’s shoulder stiffen and his jaw tighten he looked at me quickly before glaring menacingly at Potter for bringing it up.
“Technically term hasn’t started,” he stated through clenched teeth.
Potter narrowed his eyes at Snape and I noticed he was really trying to hold himself back from hitting Snape. Without thinking, I put my hand on Potter’s wrist to calm him down. I saw Snape’s eyes narrow even further, if possible, at this gesture and in the corner of the compartment, Allie had lent forward in surprise.
“Right well, I think we all know that in cases of bullying we need to make an impact, it is a situation that can not just be left to play out on its own.”
The prefects in front of me nodded in agreement, the Slytherins however, rolled their eyes. I decided to ignore them.
“Alright, if there are no other questions, I think we can head back to out compartments,’ I said, dismissing everyone.
Loudly chairs were scraped back and everyone began to move outside to the hallway. I was still holding Potter’s wrist and so I quickly let go. He smirked at me and sat back down at the desk, cleaning up the remaining papers. I rolled my eyes and helped him get the desk in order, before I moved back over to Allie.
She smiled at me slightly, but it was obvious she was not her normal self.
“I liked the near hand holding, Lils. It showed a real, um… partnership.”
“Shut up,” I snapped as I sat down in front of her.
We sat together in silence for a few moments. Eventually, I decided I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Okay, so what’s going on with you?” I asked.
Allie grimaced and closed her eyes for a moment.
“She kicked me out,” she whispered.
My eyes widened in shock “You’re mum?”
Allie simply nodded.
“Why?”
“Her boyfriend, we had a row and I basically told her that it was him or me.”
“She chose him?”
Again, Allie just nodded and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I held her hand in mine, and she managed to keep control of herself.
“She said I was going to Hogwarts, so I’m never home anyway, what was the point in choosing me.”
I gasped.
“I know she’s never been much of a mother, but still I didn’t think she would do this.”
I pulled my best friend towards me hugging her tightly. “You’ll stay with me, when its time to go home okay.” I felt Allie nod.
I couldn’t believe this some people really did not deserve to be parents. It was amazing how easy it was for people to just walk away. Allie had ended up with a hard childhood after her father died; he had been really sick and eventually passed away mid way during our first year. It was a situation that had really strengthened our friendship. I knew how hard it was to lose a father, I guess not in the same way as Allie, but I had to help her through it any way I could. Her mother, on the other hand, had struggled; she had gone from one meaningless relationship to the next and pushed Allie away. I think it was why Allie had become so tough during her teenage years; she didn’t like people to see when something bothered her.
While I held her in my arms tightly, I looked up and saw Potter. He was still in the compartment, and watching us with a shocked expression. I didn’t know if he had heard us or not, but for some reason I wasn’t worried. I knew he wouldn’t tell people because his own best friend had gone through something similar. When Potter noticed I had seen him he simply nodded and began to gather his things.
“Should we get back?” Allie asked me, pulling away.
“If you’re ready,” I responded.
She nodded “I’m not going to dwell on this; I don’t want my mother to have the satisfaction.”
I wasn’t sure if this was completely healthy, just pushing the situation aside but then I realised that it is what I would do too. It was stubbornness, knowing that someone else had the power to cause pain it was something I couldn’t handle, and obviously how Allie was currently feeling too.
Allie stood up and pulled me with her; she turned around and noticed Potter making his way to the door. She smiled slightly at him, obviously not concerned that he had been in the room the whole time.
Potter on the other hand, stopped in front of us nervously and began to mess up his hair. I rolled my eyes.
“Um, you guys wouldn’t happen to know where Sirius is?” he asked.
“We sure do,” Allie replied, “just follow us.”
Potter smiled gratefully and moved towards the hallway, we walked together the short distance and Potter was telling Allie about the Quidditch game his father had taken him and Sirius too. Apparently they’d actually got to meet the manager of the Wasps and Potter was now considering having scouts to come out and watch him play this year, to see if he could make it professionally. I was standing in between the two as they talked about this and was immensely bored. We had just about made it to the compartment, however, when we came upon a group of Slytherins moving in the opposite direction. Allie and I dropped behind Potter to give them room to go past. There were three of them Mulciber, Snape and Avery. I avoided Snape’s gaze as we moved past, Avery however, was not as polite. He snarled the usual Mudblood insult at me and barged into my shoulder knocking me backwards, he ended up knocking Allie slightly, as well. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply, trying to control my temper
Potter, on the other hand, turned around immediately. He looked as if he was about to pounce on Avery and as he began to move I grabbed his arm, holding him back.
“No, it’s not worth it,” I said.
It turned out Potter wasn’t the one I should have been most worried about. Instead, it was Allie who pulled her fist back and let go, punching Avery in the face. I heard bone crunch, and there was blood flowing down his face. Mulciber angrily started towards Allie, but Potter broke free from my grip and stepped in front of the two of us. I heard a compartment door slide open.
“What’s going on?” a voice asked.
To my left Sirius was leaning out of our compartment, obviously having heard the commotion. Remus was standing behind him.
“This little bitch is going around hitting people, she’s insane,” Mulciber yelled angrily pointing at Allie.
“You better shut up, or she won’t be the only one,” I snarled back at him as I tried to step past Potter. He put his hand on my shoulder and held me back.
“You’re both Heads,” Snape snarled at the two of us angrily “aren’t you going to do something about this?”
Potter looked at Allie, then at Avery and finally at Snape taking in the whole situation, before saying “What could I possibly do Snivellus? Term hasn’t technically started yet.”
He threw Snape’s own words from earlier back at him, and I noticed Snape start to go red with anger, he glared at me and I just shrugged. I knew Potter and I were going against what we had just preached to the other students, but I was too angry and Avery had provoked the situation in the first place. I felt Potter begin to steer me away from them and into our compartment, Sirius who had come out to join us was pulling Allie by the arm, guiding her through the door. As I arrived with Potter, Sirius stood back to let me through first.
“Prongs mate, I think I’m going to like this years Head Boy and Girl,” Sirius said with a glance at me “they let misbehaviour go.”
I rolled my eyes “Don’t get used to it Black.”
A/N: Hey guys, a new chapter it took a little while, I'm sorry I've had a lot of uni work to do. I kind of feel like not a lot happened, I actually still had more I wanted to write but it was getting way too long and so I scraped it, I'll try and find a way to put what I planned in some where else.Anyway, please let me know what you think I love reviews its nice to know what people think about the writing.
And once again I own nothing to do with the Harry Potter universe. All I own is my OC's. =]
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