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No one's, but Theirs.
An unsusual Love story of two teenagers, whose lives became intwined, and lived through the days that are now known as Theirs.
An unsusual Love story of two teenagers, whose lives became intwined, and lived through the days that are now known as Theirs.
“Good luck this year, dear.”
Mrs. Evans danced upon her tip-toes to kiss one of Lilly’s rosy-red cheeks.
“I will mum,” Lilly wrapped her arms around her mother, ginning, “I’ll write every week, it’ll be just like first year.”
“Oh good grief, I hope not! We don’t want a repeat of that, what it was – something like 13 -”
“15, dad,” Lilly laughed in memory of the record she had set in her first year, 15 owls from the headmaster to her parents concerning her behaviour in one year alone.
“Yes well, no more of that, we want you to live up to that new badge on your chest!”
Lilly’s smile faded slightly as she looked down at the shiny new badge reading Head Girl upon her chest.
“Yeah…well it is my last year – I've got to make it count!”
As the platform beside the smoking train became more crowded, the rush of people jostled Lilly slightly, lengthening the distance between her and her parents.
Beside them the scarlet train whistled, making Mrs Evans jump, and steam poured around them. Students wearing black robes surged towards the door-ways, saying their last good-byes to family and friends.
“Bye honey. We love you!”
“I love you to mum, dad,” she squeezed her mothers hand one last time.
“Say bye to Tunie for me,” she said, letting go.
Turning and pushing her way onto the train, she leaned out the windows and waved at her smiling parents, her mother wiping away the tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.
All around her, tiny first years stood on their huge trunks to see out the windows, waving to their parents. The older students hung back, unwanting to seem uncool, sharing summer stories and comparing new possessions.
As Lilly turned from her parents and flicked her long silky hair from her face, she heard a scream behind her.
Whipping around, she's let out a scream to, then flung her arms around the girl standing there.
“Lills! Oh my gosh!”
“Oh my - Iya!”
Puling back, she examined her oldest friend.
Iya Pierce had cut her beautiful long black hair to just above her neck, in comparison to Lilly, who had grown hers much longer. Her skin was a dark colour from working outside all summer, and her round blue eyes seemed brighter than usual.
“You look great!” Lilly grinned.
“I cold say the same for you, Lils, it looks like your father had you working hard this summer.” She motioned to Lilly’s toned and muscley arms.
Lilly laughed.
“And I see you have another badge to add to your collection.”
Rolling her eyes, Lilly said “I can only hope the Head Boy isn’t a Slytherin…just imagine living with one of them for a year!”
“Oh, I forgot! We won't be sharing a dorm this year!” Iya wiped away pretend tears form her eyes, looking sad.
Lilly put arm around her friend and pushed her way through the crowd, as she felt the train beneath her start its forward motion.
“I’ll sneak out every night I can, just so that I can be with you guys!”
“Aww, I appreciate it! But I won't need you to occupy me this year…I’ll be with Roger every nigh…”
Lilly screamed again.
“You! And Roger? Congratulations Iya!”
She grinned and shrugged. “But I'm sure Jaciel will need someone to cuddle up with.”
“Have you seen Jaciel yet?”
Jaciel was the second person Lilly truly felt a strong bond with. Coming from a muggle family, she and Lilly shared a lot in common.
“Not today, but I met her at Diagon Alley…and I just saw Deagon,” she feigned fainting into Lilly's arms, “So they are here,” she laughed and regained her footing.
Deagon was Jaciel’s rather dreamy twin brother, whom many girls lusted over.
“So, any new developments with you yet.”
“Nope; sexy and single, that’s my motto.”
“Nice modesty there, Evans,” a boy sniggered from behind a group of third years.
As they hurriedly retreated with many nervous glances, Lilly scowled at the site of the skinny, black haired boy.
“Nice to see you made it back,” Iya greeted him coldly, as if he were nothing more than a cockroach at her feet. “I must admit, I was rather hoping you wouldn’t.”
“Oh believe me, the feeling is mutual,” he moved towards them, his long hair swaying with the motion of the train. “I’ve had quite enough of looking at that ugly face every day,” he sneered. Snape’s nose looked over-large, as he titled his chin up at them.
“I should buy you a mirror for your birthday,” Lilly snarled as she drew her wand so fast Snape barely had time to copy the movement. “Go and get back to your little Slytherin buddies, why don’t you? I’m sure they’re waiting for you to start the fun, Snivelly,” she spat.
His sneer never faltered, but his tone sounded disappointed. “I should have expected nothing more from you, Evans. My best wishes to you, and your Mudblood friends.”
He lowered his wand and pushed past them, accidently brushing Lilly’s shoulder with surprising gentleness as he did. He looked back at her, a question in his eyes. His mouth moved, a sorry formed at his lips.
“Don’t touch me! You’re foul and cruel, and I want nothing to do with you Severus,” Lilly whispered with hatred.
It seemed like a little of the light left his eyes. He turned and departed, his question answered.
Both the girls turned their backs on him, and didn’t see him look over his shoulder at Lilly.
Iya sighed. “Well anyway, off that slimy topic.... I know someone else who would agree to the sexy part of that.”
Iya giggled as Lilly groaned.
“I heard Potter was made Quidditch Captain again.”
“That would be right,” Lilly rolled her eyes.
“And I also heard-”
“Oh, gosh I, I’m late!” Lilly was looking at the watch on her wrist, “My letter said to meet everyone else in the first compartment like, 20 minutes ago!”
“Ok then – try and drop around later. Jace and I’ll be in the usual compartment, Lills,” Iya laughed, “Good luck!” she called as Lilly ran off.
Puffing, Lilly skidded to a halt outside the very first compartment door and re-adjusted her hair and robes. She wanted to make a good impression.
Inside, she knew would be the new prefects, 2 from each house, and her fellow Head Boy, whom she would be living with for the next year. She felt slightly apprehensive about living in such close proximity with a boy, and in fact her parents did not even know that this was standard behaviour. If it was a Slytherin, she knew what her plan of action would be – storm into Dumbledore’s office the moment she arrived and throw the badge in his face... Well, she knew the chances of that were unlikely, but drastic action would still be needed.
Grinning to herself, she yanked open the door.
To her surprise, the compartment was almost empty, save for one person.
One tall boy with scruffy, jet-black hair and a badge upon his chest, was gazing out the window at the passing trees.
When he heard her enter, he turned. Upon recognising her, his face split into a playful grin, his eyes lighting up. He lifted his hand and ran it through her hair almost unconsciously.
Lilly rolled her eyes.
“Why, if it isn’t Miss Evans, the new Head Girl.”
“James Potter, we meet again – I should have known Dumbledore’s favourite would have been chosen,” she slumped down in the seat closest to the door.
Unconsciously, maybe, she had been preparing herself for the possibility that James would make head – he was, after all, the brightest male of their age. But Lilly couldn’t help feeling slightly let down. James was still, after all, the well-know school trouble maker.
Honestly, no teacher in their right mind would even consider putting him up as Head Boy!
“I see we’re thinking the same thing,” he laughed, tuning back to the window, messing up his hair again.
Lilly realised that her expression was bordering on disbelief, and didn’t make any effort to change it.
“Probably… god, a whole year living with…YOU?”
“Yep. A whole year, living with me,” she couldn’t help missing the once of anticipation in his voice. “That is, if I don’t get demoted for my heroic ventures first.”
“You call your night-time wanderings with your little friends heroic?!” Lilly scoffed.
“I’ll have you know, Evans, that in our second year, we fought off a family of huge acromantula in the Forests all on our own!”
“That I doubt, Potter,” rolling her eyes again. He was still the same big-noting, skiting, arrogant, self-absorbed Potter she had spent the last seven years ignoring.
Shaking his head, smiling slightly, he put up his hands in defeat.
“So, tell me, where are all the new prefects?”
“Gone. I sent them all to do the rounds – there was a letter from McGonagall explaining to do so,” he added.
“YOU sent them? So you’re their master now, are you?”
“Hardly. Those little toerags didn’t listen to a word I said, I wouldn’t be surprised if they turned up here right now with cauldron cakes when I specifically told them to by me Every Flavoured Beans.”
“Po-!”
“Kidding! But seriously, even though there only fifth years, they’re going to be a night-mare to put up with. Guess who Slytherin’s are.”
“Oh no, don’t tell me…not that Bellatrix Black? Isn’t she Sirius’s cousin?”
James nodded. “And even worse. Luscious Malfoy. Oh, I remember the day he was sorted, that little scumbag. He was only up to my waist and he still had the nerve to give me-”
“Don’t exaggerate, Potter, you were only in third year, he was the same height as you...the skinny little **** he was...”
“Langue Evans,” he taunted.
She narrowed her eyes and shot him a venomous glance.
“And what exactly are we doing here?”
“We have strict instructions – stay here and keep the Prefects in order. They seem particularly worried about this years batch – got too many trouble makers.”
Lilly snorted. “Are you quite sure that It's not you they’re worried about?”
“That thought never actually occurred to me Evans,” he answered, and pulled something from his bag.
“And McGonagall also mentioned no socialising – I think that might have been aimed at you.”
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed sceptically, “then why would you be the one sneaking out?”
He had wrapt that silky cloak of his around him, making him invisible from the neck down.
“Because, I, Evans, am off to do some detective work for the greater good of Gryffindor, not to chat with my girlfriends about the latest wizard on the cover of Witch Weekly.”
“You aren’t spying on Snape and them again are you?”
He didn’t reply, but merely pulled the cloak over his head, grinning.
Seconds later, the compartment door slid open and shut again a little too loudly, leaving Lilly apparently alone.
She cast an amused eye over her small surroundings.
“Oh, VERY clever Potter. I have no idea that you're still in here.” She flicked her wand and a gust of wind swept James’s cloak off of him again, his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
“I-er-”
“This time was just a mental blank wasn’t it, Potter, your thick head just forgot you were heading out the door. Go, I’ll wait here to save you skin from detention.”
Muttering something, he hurried out again, pulling the cloak back over him.
Laughing half-way between amusement and exasperation, Lilly settled back and put her feat on the opposite chair and closed her eyes.
She could hardly believe it. The first hour into the term, and she had already put up with James Potter for more than a few minutes. As for a whole year living along side him…well, she promised herself to take it a day at a time.
For nearly an hour, Lilly sat there, day-dreaming and thinking, and had almost begun to doze off when she became aware of voices outside.
“Go on, McMillan, go in and give her what she deserves!” came a snide voice that sounded so like her friends Sirius.
“Why on earth would you be scared of a filthy mudblood like her?” came another oily voice.
“Just give her one good hex, and then she’ll never know who did it!” a sly, cheery female voice encouraged.
From what Lilly deducted without opening her eyes, Severus Snape and his bunch of cronies (which happened to include Regulus Black, Luscious Malfoy (newly appointed Prefect), Narcissa and Bellatrix Black (also a prefect) and Bellatrix’s boyfriends, Rudolf Lestrange) were terrorising a second year Hufflepuff, Eugene McMillan, who had quite the reputation of a nerd, with his large round glasses and bucked teeth. It seemed they were trying to convince him into jinxing her while she was sleeping.
She knew just how to handle that.
As the compartment door slid open again, quietly this time, Lilly cracked an eye open to see poor Eugene shuffling towards her, wand shaking, and Snape and the others outside, sniggering.
Right as Eugene got close enough to point his wand at her, Lilly vanished with a very loud crack. Startled, he fell forwards, and the Slytherins, confused, looked turned, looking for her.
“Looking for something?” Lilly sang sweetly.
Bellatrix whipped around to see Lilly leaning against the wall near them, arms folded, wand at the ready.
“If it isn’t Mudblood Evans. Look, she’s grown her hair longer this year, Cissy, doesn’t it look lovely? Pity I’m going to burn it off,” she raised her wand and opened her mouth, but Lilly easily flicked hers and Bellatrix’s wand flew into her hand.
“Fifth year magic – too easy, Black, wait till you’re a big girl before you cast bad spells,” Lilly laughed.
Snape sneered. “What about seventh year Magic, Evans, got some of that up your sleeve?”
Raising his wand silently, Lilly predicted his move and blocked his hex that she knew would have her handing upside down.
“I might Snape, you know, seven years with you has left you slightly predictable,” she laughed again.
Raising her wand too quickly for any of them, she flicked it and left them all stock still. Stunning Spells were a speciality of hers, with years of practise, and she even had the talent to widen its range to several people at once.
Walking slowly between them and examining their growths over the summer, their eyes following her, she considered.
“Eugene,” she called the third year, who came out of her compartment, red faced. “These aren’t a very handsome bunch, are they? What…improvements do you think could be made?”
Eugene’s little, round face split into and almost evil grin to match hers.
*
“Wow, Evans, I underestimated you, I never dreamed you could take on 6 Slytherins single handed!” James goaded her.
James and Lilly shared a small carriage, trundling up the hill on its own, having to stay behind and help with sheparding the students and loading their trunks. They were seated opposite each other, Lilly on the ground, James on a bale of hay.
“Easy work, Potter,” she laughed.
“Yeah, well, I have to agree that you weren’t up against the brightest bunch. If I were you, I would have added more girly features to Lestrange, but Snape’s curly hair was a big improvement, and I have to say the two Black girls’ moustaches were very amusing. But I don’t think even I would have had the brain wave to send my Patroness’ chasing them down the train for everyone to see – it was hilarious.”
“Why thankyou, Potter, that coming from the Master of Mischief himself? I'm flattered.”
“Don’t think you haven’t got room for improvement, Evans – but the Marauders may even consider letting you join the group if you keep that up.”
“Oh, like I’d be interested in that Potter! Hanging out with you lot?! God, who would be that mentally-”
“Watch what you say, Evans, you may just get hooked in our crowd. We have a few surprises up our sleeve this year,” he smiled.
Lilly smiled thinly too. Like they ever didn’t have a surprise.
“We shall see, James Potter.”
*
