steady feet don't fail me now
apparently hp was maddddddd good. i wish i went to the midnight show! all of the stupid haters that said it wasnt good can just hop the hell off! hp owns all no doubt about ittttt. we're going to see it tomorrow & i'm seeing it in imax on saturday prob =] when i see the 6th movie i swear im gonna cryyyy. and the next two parts of the last movie. wth the whole harry potter saga is over after that :( the last part of the last movie is coming out in exactly one year. i feel so friggin old. im gonna be 16 in less than a month! either i want a new laptop or a new set of HP books. mine are falling apart COMPLETELY. speaking of books i havent even gotten summer reading LOL. good times. so onward to the point of this post. i wanted to put up what i wrote of my sirius/oc fic. thats the one im the most proud of. i have like half of the first chapter done lol. what sucks is that i wrote 2 other s/oc stories and i friggin deleted them a while ago cuz i phail at life. wtfffff. tell me whatchu think!
chapter one: over my head
Suddenly, I’m becoming a part of your past, I’m becoming a part that don’t last, I’m losing you and its effortless -over my head by the fray
I stood on the platform, watching the first years eagerly hop on the train, waving goodbye to their parents who were yelling at them to stay out of trouble and send an owl if they needed anything. I saw a sixth year boy being harassed by his parents; his mum was pinching his cheeks and sobbing at how old he was getting and that soon, she would be a grandmother and his dad was lecturing him about girls. Wrong place, wrong time, I grinned to myself. The boy quickly pulled away from his mum and kissed her cheek and hugged his dad, and he climbed aboard the train, waving one last time to his emotional parents. I felt jealousy burning through me. Why couldn’t I have that? Why was I cursed with the crazy Pureblood family that would rather cut their fingers off than express any emotion to their children?
I searched for my own family- I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t see my mum or my dad. My mum and dad sort of hate me now, because I’ve been sorted into Gryffindor. If you’ve heard of Sirius Black, my story is kind of like his, except my family isn’t as well known as the Blacks. I’m a part of the Graystone clan. But yeah, my whole family despises me, including my brother, Jace, who’s older than me by one year- he’s a sixth year now. Jace and I, we used to be best friends, before I was sorted. I don’t understand why it’s such a big bloody deal. Stupid Jace thinks that my not being in Slytherin is the end of the world. Speaking of idiots, here the bastard comes…
“JACE!” I yelled out, hoping to get his attention, which I did.
He turned around and scowled when he saw it was me. “What do you want?!”
“I just thought we’d have our ritual of fighting before we got on the train and then never speaking to each other for the whole year,” I glared at him angrily.
Jace simply looked at me as if I had grown two heads. Of course, he was glaring at me while looking at me crazily, but hey, glaring is what he does by default.
“Why can’t you get over it, Jace? It’s been four years since I was sorted! We used to be best friends when we were kids, Jace what changed? Why do you have to be such a stubborn arse?” I sighed sadly.
“I’ll tell you why I can’t get over it! Because you’re a Gryffindor- you’re a part of the scum of the Earth! So what if it’s been four years? That doesn’t make it any less shameful! Stop living in the past, Rosalie! If you were a Slytherin, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation!”
“You want me to stop living in the past?! You just said you can’t get over my sorting- which by the way happened FOUR BLOODY YEARS AGO- and now you’re telling me to stop living in the past?! You’re a bloody hypocrite! You know what, Jace, I don’t know what happened to my brother, all I know is that you’re an arse! The Jace I know wouldn’t stop something this stupid from getting in the way of his little sister! Don’t you miss when we were kids Jace? Don’t you miss when nothing mattered, when we could just be ourselves?” I damn near screamed into his face. I was shaking with rage by the end of that tirade. Phew, that arsehole takes the life out of me. Something flickered in Jace’s eyes, but I couldn’t place what it was. When he didn’t say anything I continued my rant.
“You know what, you arse, you’re probably already a Death Eater! I see you hanging around with Lestrange, Avery, and Malfoy! You have the same prejudices as the rest of those wankers! Humans are all the same, and all you buggering bastards can’t see that because you’re too damn proud to!” I was seething by now. The one thing I hated the most was Slytherin values. Damn prejudice bastards, I tell you. I bet their password to their Common Room is Purebloods Own All or something equally idiotic.
“Say all you want, Rosalie. I’m only doing this for your own good,” Jace looked at me and I thought I saw sadness flash through his eyes. I’m sure I’m mistaken- Jace wouldn’t pity me. He walked away before I could even ask him what in the world he was going on about. My own good? What did that mean? And the bastard was wrong; I am not a part of the scum of the Earth.
Every year, I go through the same damn thing. Every year, I get into an argument about this, and it always ends on a sour note. Seriously, you could squeeze a million lemons and it couldn’t get sourer than Jace and I. Last year, he screamed that I was no longer his sister anymore, and though I would never admit it to him, I cried for three days straight. I think he knew though, he was staring at me all through the Sorting last year. My eyes were pretty bloody red. This year is the only year it hasn’t gone to a shouting match. I dunno who he thinks he bloody is, telling me he’s doing this for my own good… Maybe he thinks he’s the reincarnation of Buddha or something. But every year I fight with him, I feel like hugging him and crying and telling him how much I miss him and telling him that I want him to yell at mum and dad for treating me like this.
But I don’t. I just miss him more and more every day. Time goes by too quickly. Speaking of time, while I’ve just been standing here lollygagging, the train’s engine has started. I pushed my trunk onto the train and climbed on myself. Shit, I should’ve gotten on the train earlier. The firsties were crawling everywhere… They looked clueless, nervous, and constipated.
Anyway, I never formally introduced myself. I’m Rosalie Graystone, as you already know, and I’m a Gryffindor fifth year, as you should have gathered if you have any intelligence. Just kidding. My best friends are Lily Evans and James Potter. Yeah, I know, I’m not exactly a social butterfly- I’m more of a social caterpillar. Being friends with James means being friends with the rest of the gang- Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Lily Evans is quite possibly one of the nicest, sweetest girls I’ve ever met. She’s bloody brilliant as well, and she’s a stickler for the rules, too. She’s also beautiful- she has this dark, long red hair and the most amazing green eyes ever. It’s no wonder James has a thing for her- okay, a thing would be an understatement. He’s completely infatuated with her. He makes up love poems for her and sings them at mealtimes, he sends her flowers every other day, he declares his undying love for her every chance he gets and he asks her out every time he sees her- which is all the time. Personally, I think it’s very sweet, but Lily doesn’t see it the same way- her face turns redder than her hair when he’s around, and it’s not because she likes him, let me tell you that. Lily’s just being a stubborn arse. She’ll come around some day.
Despite what Lily says James is a great guy. He’s the greatest friend anybody could ask for. He’s loyal, nice, charming, funny… I could eat a dictionary and not even be able to tell you what James is like. His fan club is only second to Sirius Black’s- it’s called JPW, for James Potter Worshippers. James is one of the most handsome guys at school, and although he knew he could have any girl he wanted, he had eyes for Lily only. Oh yeah, James was head Chaser on our Quidditch team- he was bloody amazing at it, too. Sirius Black, on the other hand, the git knew he was bloody beautiful, and he knew girls thought so too, and he fully abused that fact. Every week, it was a new girl. But really, the git was beautiful- he had this shaggy black hair and the warmest gray eyes that could pull anyone in for the kill, I swear. Don’t tell him I said he’s a hunk- he’ll never let me live it down. He’s a nice guy though. He’s like James, except ten times more cocky and arrogant. You get used to his stupid arse. Remus Lupin is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, right after Lily. Okay, they’re a close tie. He’s a shy kid and before I met him, I had no idea how he was a part of the Marauders. But now, I know why- because he’s a sneaky bastard. He’s the brains behind all of their schemes. But really, he was a nice guy- understanding, kind, funny, and he loved to read books. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes either- he had these murky sea green eyes that never ended. And his hair was sandy, like a dirty blonde. He had his own fan club, too. Damn Marauders, they’re ego was huger than a hot air balloon, and they knew they deserved it. Peter Pettigrew... He was… different. Yeah, that’s the word. He wasn’t overly good looking- I guess he was cute in his own way- but he wasn’t as popular as the other three were. But he was funny and nice, so he was alright, I suppose. I’m friends with all four of them, but Lily doesn’t see how I could be. Whenever we talk about the Marauders, I think she has a stick up her arse.
It was a horrible chore to find an open compartment, and I had no idea where Lily or any of the Marauders were. If only I had been a bit earlier… Damn Jace. Finally, I found a compartment near the back of the train and luckily, it was empty. With difficulty, I threw my trunk on the top shelf and I took out my robes for when we needed to change. I checked if my wand was in the pocket of my jeans, and there it was. If any intruders barged into my compartment, I was ready for them! I sat down on the seat and waited for Lily or James to find me.
I might sound like a loser, but I love Hogwarts. I don’t care about the massive schoolwork we get because it’s all worth it if I get to spend time with my friends. Summers are always hell when I go home because my loving parents despise my existence. They nearly starve me everyday- if it wasn’t for James, Remus, and Lily sending me food nearly every day, I probably would’ve starved to death, and my parents would’ve thrown my body in the basement or something. Don’t you feel the love just radiating off of them? Don’t you hate when kids just take everything they have for granted? They don’t realize that everything they know could be taken away in less than a minute and what could they do about it? Absolutely nothing. Being powerless and being underestimated is something else that bothers me. I just hope that one day, my parents will realize that I’m their only daughter, and they should love me even if I’m part of the “scum of the Earth”, as my darling brother so kindly put it. Despite what my friends all say, I’ll always be waiting for the day that my parents get over themselves.
While I was engrossed in my depressing thoughts, I didn’t hear the compartment door slam open and I didn’t hear Lily Evans throw her trunk on the shelf above my head. How I didn’t hear that is beyond me. When I turned my head around, I immediately was attacked by Lily and her mane of red hair.
”Rosie! How was your summer? You never answered my owls, and I hope the food I sent was alright, it’s all I had at home…” Lily said in one short breath. After she was done squeezing the life out of my neck, she sat down on the seat across from me.
“Lily! My summer was as always… And I couldn’t answer your owls because of well, my parents. I’m sorry, Lily! I wanted to answer them; I really did, but my stupid parents! Thanks so much for the food, it saved my life, and I’m being quite literal when I say that. But enough about me! How was your summer? Was Petunia alright?” I asked in an attempt to change the topic. I hate talking about my family and what it’s like at home to other people, even if the person was my best friend. It’s hard to talk about, and it’s not exactly a happy aspect of my life. I knew Lily could tell that I was trying to divert the topic, but she didn’t say anything- she knew I didn’t want to talk about it.
“My summer was simply boring! All I did was read the schoolbooks for this year… I think I’ve got most of the spells nailed down. Except those Transfiguration ones… I’ve always been rubbish at Transfiguration. Petunia was okay, just the usual. Guess what else?” Lily was bouncing by excitement. I could only take a wild guess at what it was…
“You’ve seen a flying hippo?” When she shook her head, I pretended to think some more and said, “You’ve caught a jumping whale!” She rolled her eyes at me. I grinned and asked, “You got Prefect?”
“Yeah! I’m so excited! I got Prefect, Rosie! I’ve wanted this for years! Finally, someone can put those Marauders in line…” Lily trailed off with a dreamy look on her face at the thought of the Marauders and punishment.
I decided not to put a damper on her mood and say that she probably could not stop the misdoings of the Marauders with a few detentions and house point deductions; they’d probably need about five whacks from the Whomping Willow to stop them!
“That’s great, Lily! I’m really happy for you! And yeah, you put those Marauders in line! Or at least try to… Come on, you have to admit, their pranks are sometimes ridiculously funny!” I didn’t exactly understand why Lily despised the Marauder’s and their pranks. Okay, I did, but maybe I could change her mind (and fail yet again).
“There’s nothing funny about hurting other students for their own expense! All four of them are pompous prats who think they rule the school and everyone in this bloody castle encourages them! And that idiot, James Potter, he never stops bugging me! I mean how many times must I tell him that I don’t want to bloody go to Hogsmeade with him?! How many times must he guess the color of my knickers before I have to slap him in the face?!” Lily was on a roll, whenever she ranted about Marauders it went on for hours and hours. There were usually no survivors at the end of her rants.
“Erm, Lily. I never brought up James,” I informed her with a sly grin, “is there something you need to tell me, Lily dearest?”
There was an awkward pause after that. Lily was red in the face, from her slip up and from her anger at the Marauders. Finally she thought of an excuse, “Well, James is a part of their horrendous group, so I just thought I’d add on to their list of idiocies…” She was flustered and she knew I knew. She knew I’d never let her live this down either!
“What’s this? Is Lily, Queen of Hating James, finally resisting to his charm?” I teased; I knew Lily would have my head. Her face was twisted in an odd grimace, as if she was resisting to cursing the life out of me. I knew her fingers were itching for her wand; she took deep breaths to calm herself and glared mercilessly at me. Any normal human would have cowered under her glare, but I wasn’t every normal person now was I?
“Oh, stop talking about them! You’re going to jinx it and they’re going to come in here, just watch…” Lily moaned.
“They’re not that bad, Lils! I don’t get why you’re so bloody hellbent on believing that they’re worse than Satan! You’re more stubborn than Jace,” I told her somewhat coldly. Honestly, her stubbornness was getting ridiculous!
Lily didn’t get a chance to retort because like she said, the Marauders came bursting into our compartment at that very moment.
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slytherin side of the train
Jace Graystone was miserable. That was the only word to explain his life, his mood, and everything around him. Absolutely, positively miserable. He missed his sister and he couldn’t do anything about it. If his parents ever found out that he still associated with Rosie, they’d have her head on a silver platter. He was ignoring her for her own safety. It’s funny how love works, isn’t it?
He entered the obnoxious Slytherin compartment of sixth and seventh years, with select fourth and fifth years. The seventh years in the compartment (and future Death Eaters) were Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, and Rabastan Lestrange (his brother Rodolphus graduated two years ago). The sixth years were himself, Narcissa Black, … The only fourth year he knew there was Regulus Black, Sirius’ younger brother.
“Graystone,” Malfoy greeted him with a nod.
“Malfoy,” Jace nodded back.
Jace felt Narcissa’s pale blue eyes on him; when he turned to look at her, she immediately turned away and he thought he saw a light blush on her usually paper white cheeks. She was looking anywhere but at him. Interesting, Jace thought, very interesting. Jace sat next to Regulus, the only normal one out of all the Slytherins in the compartment. Jace saw Lucius glaring daggers at him; he knew that Malfoy had a thing for Narcissa. I don’t care. He can have her, I don’t want her. How I hate Malfoy. Stupid bastard thinks he owns the school just because his bloody father is on the board of Governors. I bet his whole goddamn family is Death Eaters. His father’s name sounds like a horse for Salazar’s sake! Abraxas… Were his parents completely wasted when he was being named? Jace nearly snorted out loud and Malfoy glared at him, as usual.
“Got something to say, Graystone?” He sneered.
“If I had something to say, I would have said it, Malfoy,” Jace said coolly, “What’re you going to do? Sneer at me to death?”
Merlin, how I love pissing off Malfoy. Malfoy’s face was still composed but Jace saw the fury flashing behind his eyes. How is it fair that he gets to push everyone around but the minute I say one snarky thing, he gets to be all moody? Stupid pureblood bastard. The fury was gone from Malfoy’s eyes as fast as it came.
“So, Graystone, how’s that lovely sister of yours? After last year’s little stunt, I heard she was in tears for days… Who knew our dear Jace could be so heartless…?” Malfoy smirked and he knew he had hit a soft spot.
“My sister is none of your business, you bastard!” Jace nearly shouted in anger. I’m going to punch in his nose one bloody day…
“What do you think she’d sound like after I’m done with her, Graystone? D’you think she’d be in tears for days?” Malfoy was grinning maliciously now.
“SHUT UP!” Jace was on his feet with his wand pointed at Malfoy’s throat, “Don’t talk about my sister like she’s a toy, you bastard! She’s too good for you, for any of you!” Jace felt anger radiating from him in waves and he knew he must have looked menacing; even Rabastan was shirking away from him. Rabastan never shirked away from anyone.
“You’re precious Rosalie will be broken by the time I’m through with her! She’ll go insane; she’ll never be the same because of me! How do you think that’ll make you feel? Knowing that you weren’t there for her, knowing that you couldn’t be there for her?” Malfoy was on his feet now as well, and he was daring Jace to do something he’d regret. And Jace did just that.
Jace punched him square in the nose and before anyone could react, he whispered in Malfoy’s ear, “you’re wrong, you bastard. I’ll always be there, whether you see me or not.” With that, he kicked Malfoy hard and turned on his heel and left the compartment before anyone breathed a word. He vaguely saw Regulus Black looking at him in awe and admiration and he felt a fleeting triumph.
Jace should have realized to never make false promises.
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gryffindor side of the train
James Potter entered the compartment first, then Sirius, then Remus, and then Peter.
“ALIE!” James screamed into my ear. As if I couldn’t hear him.
“JAMESIE!” I screeched right back. I mean if we were having a shouting contest, I’d win without a doubt. I guess James didn’t see Lily, because he wasn’t acting like a complete lunatic yet. She realized that he didn’t see her and she was trying to conceal herself and failing.
“Lily, my dear! How was your summer? I bet it was unfulfilling without me, eh? Why didn’t you return my owls? I must’ve sent one to you at least everyday…” James pouted. Maybe if he wasn’t such an annoying prat to Lily, he’d get responses to her owls.
Lily turned her head and glared at him; her normally placid green eyes were full of vexation and annoyance. “Why don’t you ever leave me alone, Potter? All you do is humiliate me! You think this is flattering? Think again!” Lily exclaimed.
chapter one: over my head
Suddenly, I’m becoming a part of your past, I’m becoming a part that don’t last, I’m losing you and its effortless -over my head by the fray
I stood on the platform, watching the first years eagerly hop on the train, waving goodbye to their parents who were yelling at them to stay out of trouble and send an owl if they needed anything. I saw a sixth year boy being harassed by his parents; his mum was pinching his cheeks and sobbing at how old he was getting and that soon, she would be a grandmother and his dad was lecturing him about girls. Wrong place, wrong time, I grinned to myself. The boy quickly pulled away from his mum and kissed her cheek and hugged his dad, and he climbed aboard the train, waving one last time to his emotional parents. I felt jealousy burning through me. Why couldn’t I have that? Why was I cursed with the crazy Pureblood family that would rather cut their fingers off than express any emotion to their children?
I searched for my own family- I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t see my mum or my dad. My mum and dad sort of hate me now, because I’ve been sorted into Gryffindor. If you’ve heard of Sirius Black, my story is kind of like his, except my family isn’t as well known as the Blacks. I’m a part of the Graystone clan. But yeah, my whole family despises me, including my brother, Jace, who’s older than me by one year- he’s a sixth year now. Jace and I, we used to be best friends, before I was sorted. I don’t understand why it’s such a big bloody deal. Stupid Jace thinks that my not being in Slytherin is the end of the world. Speaking of idiots, here the bastard comes…
“JACE!” I yelled out, hoping to get his attention, which I did.
He turned around and scowled when he saw it was me. “What do you want?!”
“I just thought we’d have our ritual of fighting before we got on the train and then never speaking to each other for the whole year,” I glared at him angrily.
Jace simply looked at me as if I had grown two heads. Of course, he was glaring at me while looking at me crazily, but hey, glaring is what he does by default.
“Why can’t you get over it, Jace? It’s been four years since I was sorted! We used to be best friends when we were kids, Jace what changed? Why do you have to be such a stubborn arse?” I sighed sadly.
“I’ll tell you why I can’t get over it! Because you’re a Gryffindor- you’re a part of the scum of the Earth! So what if it’s been four years? That doesn’t make it any less shameful! Stop living in the past, Rosalie! If you were a Slytherin, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation!”
“You want me to stop living in the past?! You just said you can’t get over my sorting- which by the way happened FOUR BLOODY YEARS AGO- and now you’re telling me to stop living in the past?! You’re a bloody hypocrite! You know what, Jace, I don’t know what happened to my brother, all I know is that you’re an arse! The Jace I know wouldn’t stop something this stupid from getting in the way of his little sister! Don’t you miss when we were kids Jace? Don’t you miss when nothing mattered, when we could just be ourselves?” I damn near screamed into his face. I was shaking with rage by the end of that tirade. Phew, that arsehole takes the life out of me. Something flickered in Jace’s eyes, but I couldn’t place what it was. When he didn’t say anything I continued my rant.
“You know what, you arse, you’re probably already a Death Eater! I see you hanging around with Lestrange, Avery, and Malfoy! You have the same prejudices as the rest of those wankers! Humans are all the same, and all you buggering bastards can’t see that because you’re too damn proud to!” I was seething by now. The one thing I hated the most was Slytherin values. Damn prejudice bastards, I tell you. I bet their password to their Common Room is Purebloods Own All or something equally idiotic.
“Say all you want, Rosalie. I’m only doing this for your own good,” Jace looked at me and I thought I saw sadness flash through his eyes. I’m sure I’m mistaken- Jace wouldn’t pity me. He walked away before I could even ask him what in the world he was going on about. My own good? What did that mean? And the bastard was wrong; I am not a part of the scum of the Earth.
Every year, I go through the same damn thing. Every year, I get into an argument about this, and it always ends on a sour note. Seriously, you could squeeze a million lemons and it couldn’t get sourer than Jace and I. Last year, he screamed that I was no longer his sister anymore, and though I would never admit it to him, I cried for three days straight. I think he knew though, he was staring at me all through the Sorting last year. My eyes were pretty bloody red. This year is the only year it hasn’t gone to a shouting match. I dunno who he thinks he bloody is, telling me he’s doing this for my own good… Maybe he thinks he’s the reincarnation of Buddha or something. But every year I fight with him, I feel like hugging him and crying and telling him how much I miss him and telling him that I want him to yell at mum and dad for treating me like this.
But I don’t. I just miss him more and more every day. Time goes by too quickly. Speaking of time, while I’ve just been standing here lollygagging, the train’s engine has started. I pushed my trunk onto the train and climbed on myself. Shit, I should’ve gotten on the train earlier. The firsties were crawling everywhere… They looked clueless, nervous, and constipated.
Anyway, I never formally introduced myself. I’m Rosalie Graystone, as you already know, and I’m a Gryffindor fifth year, as you should have gathered if you have any intelligence. Just kidding. My best friends are Lily Evans and James Potter. Yeah, I know, I’m not exactly a social butterfly- I’m more of a social caterpillar. Being friends with James means being friends with the rest of the gang- Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Lily Evans is quite possibly one of the nicest, sweetest girls I’ve ever met. She’s bloody brilliant as well, and she’s a stickler for the rules, too. She’s also beautiful- she has this dark, long red hair and the most amazing green eyes ever. It’s no wonder James has a thing for her- okay, a thing would be an understatement. He’s completely infatuated with her. He makes up love poems for her and sings them at mealtimes, he sends her flowers every other day, he declares his undying love for her every chance he gets and he asks her out every time he sees her- which is all the time. Personally, I think it’s very sweet, but Lily doesn’t see it the same way- her face turns redder than her hair when he’s around, and it’s not because she likes him, let me tell you that. Lily’s just being a stubborn arse. She’ll come around some day.
Despite what Lily says James is a great guy. He’s the greatest friend anybody could ask for. He’s loyal, nice, charming, funny… I could eat a dictionary and not even be able to tell you what James is like. His fan club is only second to Sirius Black’s- it’s called JPW, for James Potter Worshippers. James is one of the most handsome guys at school, and although he knew he could have any girl he wanted, he had eyes for Lily only. Oh yeah, James was head Chaser on our Quidditch team- he was bloody amazing at it, too. Sirius Black, on the other hand, the git knew he was bloody beautiful, and he knew girls thought so too, and he fully abused that fact. Every week, it was a new girl. But really, the git was beautiful- he had this shaggy black hair and the warmest gray eyes that could pull anyone in for the kill, I swear. Don’t tell him I said he’s a hunk- he’ll never let me live it down. He’s a nice guy though. He’s like James, except ten times more cocky and arrogant. You get used to his stupid arse. Remus Lupin is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, right after Lily. Okay, they’re a close tie. He’s a shy kid and before I met him, I had no idea how he was a part of the Marauders. But now, I know why- because he’s a sneaky bastard. He’s the brains behind all of their schemes. But really, he was a nice guy- understanding, kind, funny, and he loved to read books. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes either- he had these murky sea green eyes that never ended. And his hair was sandy, like a dirty blonde. He had his own fan club, too. Damn Marauders, they’re ego was huger than a hot air balloon, and they knew they deserved it. Peter Pettigrew... He was… different. Yeah, that’s the word. He wasn’t overly good looking- I guess he was cute in his own way- but he wasn’t as popular as the other three were. But he was funny and nice, so he was alright, I suppose. I’m friends with all four of them, but Lily doesn’t see how I could be. Whenever we talk about the Marauders, I think she has a stick up her arse.
It was a horrible chore to find an open compartment, and I had no idea where Lily or any of the Marauders were. If only I had been a bit earlier… Damn Jace. Finally, I found a compartment near the back of the train and luckily, it was empty. With difficulty, I threw my trunk on the top shelf and I took out my robes for when we needed to change. I checked if my wand was in the pocket of my jeans, and there it was. If any intruders barged into my compartment, I was ready for them! I sat down on the seat and waited for Lily or James to find me.
I might sound like a loser, but I love Hogwarts. I don’t care about the massive schoolwork we get because it’s all worth it if I get to spend time with my friends. Summers are always hell when I go home because my loving parents despise my existence. They nearly starve me everyday- if it wasn’t for James, Remus, and Lily sending me food nearly every day, I probably would’ve starved to death, and my parents would’ve thrown my body in the basement or something. Don’t you feel the love just radiating off of them? Don’t you hate when kids just take everything they have for granted? They don’t realize that everything they know could be taken away in less than a minute and what could they do about it? Absolutely nothing. Being powerless and being underestimated is something else that bothers me. I just hope that one day, my parents will realize that I’m their only daughter, and they should love me even if I’m part of the “scum of the Earth”, as my darling brother so kindly put it. Despite what my friends all say, I’ll always be waiting for the day that my parents get over themselves.
While I was engrossed in my depressing thoughts, I didn’t hear the compartment door slam open and I didn’t hear Lily Evans throw her trunk on the shelf above my head. How I didn’t hear that is beyond me. When I turned my head around, I immediately was attacked by Lily and her mane of red hair.
”Rosie! How was your summer? You never answered my owls, and I hope the food I sent was alright, it’s all I had at home…” Lily said in one short breath. After she was done squeezing the life out of my neck, she sat down on the seat across from me.
“Lily! My summer was as always… And I couldn’t answer your owls because of well, my parents. I’m sorry, Lily! I wanted to answer them; I really did, but my stupid parents! Thanks so much for the food, it saved my life, and I’m being quite literal when I say that. But enough about me! How was your summer? Was Petunia alright?” I asked in an attempt to change the topic. I hate talking about my family and what it’s like at home to other people, even if the person was my best friend. It’s hard to talk about, and it’s not exactly a happy aspect of my life. I knew Lily could tell that I was trying to divert the topic, but she didn’t say anything- she knew I didn’t want to talk about it.
“My summer was simply boring! All I did was read the schoolbooks for this year… I think I’ve got most of the spells nailed down. Except those Transfiguration ones… I’ve always been rubbish at Transfiguration. Petunia was okay, just the usual. Guess what else?” Lily was bouncing by excitement. I could only take a wild guess at what it was…
“You’ve seen a flying hippo?” When she shook her head, I pretended to think some more and said, “You’ve caught a jumping whale!” She rolled her eyes at me. I grinned and asked, “You got Prefect?”
“Yeah! I’m so excited! I got Prefect, Rosie! I’ve wanted this for years! Finally, someone can put those Marauders in line…” Lily trailed off with a dreamy look on her face at the thought of the Marauders and punishment.
I decided not to put a damper on her mood and say that she probably could not stop the misdoings of the Marauders with a few detentions and house point deductions; they’d probably need about five whacks from the Whomping Willow to stop them!
“That’s great, Lily! I’m really happy for you! And yeah, you put those Marauders in line! Or at least try to… Come on, you have to admit, their pranks are sometimes ridiculously funny!” I didn’t exactly understand why Lily despised the Marauder’s and their pranks. Okay, I did, but maybe I could change her mind (and fail yet again).
“There’s nothing funny about hurting other students for their own expense! All four of them are pompous prats who think they rule the school and everyone in this bloody castle encourages them! And that idiot, James Potter, he never stops bugging me! I mean how many times must I tell him that I don’t want to bloody go to Hogsmeade with him?! How many times must he guess the color of my knickers before I have to slap him in the face?!” Lily was on a roll, whenever she ranted about Marauders it went on for hours and hours. There were usually no survivors at the end of her rants.
“Erm, Lily. I never brought up James,” I informed her with a sly grin, “is there something you need to tell me, Lily dearest?”
There was an awkward pause after that. Lily was red in the face, from her slip up and from her anger at the Marauders. Finally she thought of an excuse, “Well, James is a part of their horrendous group, so I just thought I’d add on to their list of idiocies…” She was flustered and she knew I knew. She knew I’d never let her live this down either!
“What’s this? Is Lily, Queen of Hating James, finally resisting to his charm?” I teased; I knew Lily would have my head. Her face was twisted in an odd grimace, as if she was resisting to cursing the life out of me. I knew her fingers were itching for her wand; she took deep breaths to calm herself and glared mercilessly at me. Any normal human would have cowered under her glare, but I wasn’t every normal person now was I?
“Oh, stop talking about them! You’re going to jinx it and they’re going to come in here, just watch…” Lily moaned.
“They’re not that bad, Lils! I don’t get why you’re so bloody hellbent on believing that they’re worse than Satan! You’re more stubborn than Jace,” I told her somewhat coldly. Honestly, her stubbornness was getting ridiculous!
Lily didn’t get a chance to retort because like she said, the Marauders came bursting into our compartment at that very moment.
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slytherin side of the train
Jace Graystone was miserable. That was the only word to explain his life, his mood, and everything around him. Absolutely, positively miserable. He missed his sister and he couldn’t do anything about it. If his parents ever found out that he still associated with Rosie, they’d have her head on a silver platter. He was ignoring her for her own safety. It’s funny how love works, isn’t it?
He entered the obnoxious Slytherin compartment of sixth and seventh years, with select fourth and fifth years. The seventh years in the compartment (and future Death Eaters) were Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, and Rabastan Lestrange (his brother Rodolphus graduated two years ago). The sixth years were himself, Narcissa Black, … The only fourth year he knew there was Regulus Black, Sirius’ younger brother.
“Graystone,” Malfoy greeted him with a nod.
“Malfoy,” Jace nodded back.
Jace felt Narcissa’s pale blue eyes on him; when he turned to look at her, she immediately turned away and he thought he saw a light blush on her usually paper white cheeks. She was looking anywhere but at him. Interesting, Jace thought, very interesting. Jace sat next to Regulus, the only normal one out of all the Slytherins in the compartment. Jace saw Lucius glaring daggers at him; he knew that Malfoy had a thing for Narcissa. I don’t care. He can have her, I don’t want her. How I hate Malfoy. Stupid bastard thinks he owns the school just because his bloody father is on the board of Governors. I bet his whole goddamn family is Death Eaters. His father’s name sounds like a horse for Salazar’s sake! Abraxas… Were his parents completely wasted when he was being named? Jace nearly snorted out loud and Malfoy glared at him, as usual.
“Got something to say, Graystone?” He sneered.
“If I had something to say, I would have said it, Malfoy,” Jace said coolly, “What’re you going to do? Sneer at me to death?”
Merlin, how I love pissing off Malfoy. Malfoy’s face was still composed but Jace saw the fury flashing behind his eyes. How is it fair that he gets to push everyone around but the minute I say one snarky thing, he gets to be all moody? Stupid pureblood bastard. The fury was gone from Malfoy’s eyes as fast as it came.
“So, Graystone, how’s that lovely sister of yours? After last year’s little stunt, I heard she was in tears for days… Who knew our dear Jace could be so heartless…?” Malfoy smirked and he knew he had hit a soft spot.
“My sister is none of your business, you bastard!” Jace nearly shouted in anger. I’m going to punch in his nose one bloody day…
“What do you think she’d sound like after I’m done with her, Graystone? D’you think she’d be in tears for days?” Malfoy was grinning maliciously now.
“SHUT UP!” Jace was on his feet with his wand pointed at Malfoy’s throat, “Don’t talk about my sister like she’s a toy, you bastard! She’s too good for you, for any of you!” Jace felt anger radiating from him in waves and he knew he must have looked menacing; even Rabastan was shirking away from him. Rabastan never shirked away from anyone.
“You’re precious Rosalie will be broken by the time I’m through with her! She’ll go insane; she’ll never be the same because of me! How do you think that’ll make you feel? Knowing that you weren’t there for her, knowing that you couldn’t be there for her?” Malfoy was on his feet now as well, and he was daring Jace to do something he’d regret. And Jace did just that.
Jace punched him square in the nose and before anyone could react, he whispered in Malfoy’s ear, “you’re wrong, you bastard. I’ll always be there, whether you see me or not.” With that, he kicked Malfoy hard and turned on his heel and left the compartment before anyone breathed a word. He vaguely saw Regulus Black looking at him in awe and admiration and he felt a fleeting triumph.
Jace should have realized to never make false promises.
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gryffindor side of the train
James Potter entered the compartment first, then Sirius, then Remus, and then Peter.
“ALIE!” James screamed into my ear. As if I couldn’t hear him.
“JAMESIE!” I screeched right back. I mean if we were having a shouting contest, I’d win without a doubt. I guess James didn’t see Lily, because he wasn’t acting like a complete lunatic yet. She realized that he didn’t see her and she was trying to conceal herself and failing.
“Lily, my dear! How was your summer? I bet it was unfulfilling without me, eh? Why didn’t you return my owls? I must’ve sent one to you at least everyday…” James pouted. Maybe if he wasn’t such an annoying prat to Lily, he’d get responses to her owls.
Lily turned her head and glared at him; her normally placid green eyes were full of vexation and annoyance. “Why don’t you ever leave me alone, Potter? All you do is humiliate me! You think this is flattering? Think again!” Lily exclaimed.