Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Library ❯ Chapter 1
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: brokenmusicbox_dancer 
It's September first, and Petunia and Lily are off to their seperate schools..
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Romance / Fantasy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.24.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 548 | Status: Work In Progress
It's September first, and Petunia and Lily are off to their seperate schools..
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Romance / Fantasy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.24.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 548 | Status: Work In Progress
Lily woke up with a start, breathing heavy. Rain pounded against her window, and the sky was dark. She slowed down her racing heart with deep breaths and looked over at the clock: 8:16. She'd slept in, but, evidently, so had everyone else: the sound of her mother making eggs and coffee in the kitchen wafted up to her. Lily slipped out of bed and into a pair of slippers, shuffling over to the window and resting her forehead on it. The cool pane calmed her down as she looked through the heavy rain.
There.
She could still see his house, set off a little bit from the rest of the houses in Spinner's end. Lily hated living up the hill, and up the river, from Severus. It made her always feel superior. Still, it comforted her to be able to see his house from her bedroom window. Although what Petunia would say if she discovered Lily's guilty pleasure, much less Mary...
Lily shook the thoughts from her head. What she needed to focus on was that dream. Crying, and that wierd green light.. But what was most disturbing were the two blood curdling screams, one so inhuman, and one much to familiar for comfort.
"Get a grip on yourself, Evans," she muttered to herself, pulling her eyes away from the roof of Severus' house. "Go downstairs, forget the dream, and get some breakfast." Lily began to obey herself, creaking down the old stairs. She opened the door of the kitchen, and bright light burst out at her.
"Morning, dear," her mother said, looking over from the stove. "Take a seat, why don't you, I just finished breakfast." Lily nodded absently and sat down at the kitchen table, wanting for all the world to lay her head down on it and sleep once more.
"..Morning, Lily," Petunia said, a little stiffly. She was braiding her hair at the table, tying them with the little blue ribbons. And then, Lily remembered-
"September first, girls!" Their father said, trying to excite them. He set aside the newspaper as Mrs. Evans set down plates of sausages, eggs, and toast for everyone. "Back to school, eh?"
"Yeah.." Petunia said, emotionless. Sometimes Lily thought she was incredibly glad she was a witch and had not go to the same school as Petunia, Kendall Acadamey for Girls. It was more of an institution, really. But Lily always felt horrible and wicked afterwards. After all, it wasn't her sister's fault one of them went to Hogwarts and the other didn't. Still, Lily couldn't help feeling excited now. She was going back to Hogwarts, and she was going to see Mary and Sarah and Remus.. And Severus. Of course, Lily saw Severus all the time during the summer, but this summer.. things had been different, somehow. Like, they were pulling apart, living seperate lives; but something invisible was holding them together.
"Ready to go back to school?" Mr. Evans asked Lily expectantly. She nodded, feeling her face light up in spite of herself. "This year is your.. what is it? Salamander year?"
"N.E.W.T. year, daddy," Lily corrected kindly, salting her eggs.
"Ah, yes.."
"What classes did you take again, dear?" Mrs. Evans asked.
"Defense Against, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Runes, Charms, Herbology.. And potions," Lily listed off. Potions. Of course. How could she forget? Severus was the only other person she knew that had gotten an Outstanding in Potions; she'd written to Remus and Sarah and Mary and asked what they got, and Remus even told her what Black and Potter and poor Peter had gotten.
"Are you proud you have such an amazing sister, Petunia?" Mr. Evans asked. Lily froze anxiously.
'Daddy, I love you, but that was a veryyy bad question,' she thought silently.
"Sure," Petunia said in a strained voice after a moment's silence. Lily nearly sighed with relief. Well, at least Petunia was still being civil about it to their parents. "If being a freak is such a wonderful thing," Lily heard Petunia muttered. But at least their parents had managed not to. The family silently ate breakfast after that, the rain still pounding against the windows the only noise in the kitchen. After a while, Lily's father pushed his plate forward and looked at the clock.
"Oh dear, eight thirty already? We'd better get going," he said in surprise.
"Are you all ready, dear?" Mrs. Evans asked Petunia. She nodded, and Lily couldn't help noticing that Petunia looked a little sad. "Alright. You go get your bags and your coat and we'll bring you to Kendall." Petunia did as she was told, looking very sorry to go. Lily hung around the door, wanting to talk to Petunia; but the day Petunia went to Kendall and Lily went to Hogwarts was always strained. As Mr. Evans went to go start the car and Mrs. Evans was bringing Petunia's bags out, Lily opened her mouth to speak.
"Have fun at your freak school." Petunia beat her to it, the hatred clear in her voice.
"Tuney..." Lily looked at Petunia imploringly. "Please don't say that."
"Well, that's where you're going," Petunia said, her voice still dripping with poison.
"It's not a freak school!" Lily retorted. "And, well.. At least it's a lot better than Kendall!" she added in a low voice. Petunia's already wide eyes grew larger at the insult, before narrowing to slits. Still, Petunia was beaten, and Lily had won the argument.
"Well, then, Petunia, we'd better get going, you're supposed to be there at nine," Mrs. Evans said, walking back in to the house. The sisters pretended they had not just had their annual argument. "Lily, we'll be back about ten, since we have to do the checking in and all that, and your father wants to stop into the office and grab some work to do at home, and then we'll go straight to King's Cross, so be ready." Lily nodded, stepped forward for her mother to kiss her cheek goodbye. Mrs. Evans stepped outside a little bit, evidently trying to give her daughters privacy for a tearful goodbye they would never have. Lily stepped forward, and the two hugged each other tightly. From where their mother stood, it would appear they were sincerely sad to see the other go, but, of course, she could not hear what the two whispered into each others' ears.
"Have fun at your freak school," Petunia hissed.
"Have fun at the Institution," Lily retorted. They let go and smiled at each other: from a distance, those smiles could have been full of love and sister-ship. But if you were victim to one of them, you would realize that they were full of contempt and hatred, only there because of obligatory familial bonds.
"Come on, Petunia, we need to go," Mr. Evans called. Petunia turned around and walked to the car in the rain without a word to her sister. Lily stood at the door, watching it drive away, before shutting it and turning around.
What now?
Of course, Lily knew exactly what she was going to do. Her trunk was already packed, her room cleaned, her homework done. So she put on her shoes and coat, took the spare key from under the mat, and set off down the hill towards Spinner's End.
There.
She could still see his house, set off a little bit from the rest of the houses in Spinner's end. Lily hated living up the hill, and up the river, from Severus. It made her always feel superior. Still, it comforted her to be able to see his house from her bedroom window. Although what Petunia would say if she discovered Lily's guilty pleasure, much less Mary...
Lily shook the thoughts from her head. What she needed to focus on was that dream. Crying, and that wierd green light.. But what was most disturbing were the two blood curdling screams, one so inhuman, and one much to familiar for comfort.
"Get a grip on yourself, Evans," she muttered to herself, pulling her eyes away from the roof of Severus' house. "Go downstairs, forget the dream, and get some breakfast." Lily began to obey herself, creaking down the old stairs. She opened the door of the kitchen, and bright light burst out at her.
"Morning, dear," her mother said, looking over from the stove. "Take a seat, why don't you, I just finished breakfast." Lily nodded absently and sat down at the kitchen table, wanting for all the world to lay her head down on it and sleep once more.
"..Morning, Lily," Petunia said, a little stiffly. She was braiding her hair at the table, tying them with the little blue ribbons. And then, Lily remembered-
"September first, girls!" Their father said, trying to excite them. He set aside the newspaper as Mrs. Evans set down plates of sausages, eggs, and toast for everyone. "Back to school, eh?"
"Yeah.." Petunia said, emotionless. Sometimes Lily thought she was incredibly glad she was a witch and had not go to the same school as Petunia, Kendall Acadamey for Girls. It was more of an institution, really. But Lily always felt horrible and wicked afterwards. After all, it wasn't her sister's fault one of them went to Hogwarts and the other didn't. Still, Lily couldn't help feeling excited now. She was going back to Hogwarts, and she was going to see Mary and Sarah and Remus.. And Severus. Of course, Lily saw Severus all the time during the summer, but this summer.. things had been different, somehow. Like, they were pulling apart, living seperate lives; but something invisible was holding them together.
"Ready to go back to school?" Mr. Evans asked Lily expectantly. She nodded, feeling her face light up in spite of herself. "This year is your.. what is it? Salamander year?"
"N.E.W.T. year, daddy," Lily corrected kindly, salting her eggs.
"Ah, yes.."
"What classes did you take again, dear?" Mrs. Evans asked.
"Defense Against, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Runes, Charms, Herbology.. And potions," Lily listed off. Potions. Of course. How could she forget? Severus was the only other person she knew that had gotten an Outstanding in Potions; she'd written to Remus and Sarah and Mary and asked what they got, and Remus even told her what Black and Potter and poor Peter had gotten.
"Are you proud you have such an amazing sister, Petunia?" Mr. Evans asked. Lily froze anxiously.
'Daddy, I love you, but that was a veryyy bad question,' she thought silently.
"Sure," Petunia said in a strained voice after a moment's silence. Lily nearly sighed with relief. Well, at least Petunia was still being civil about it to their parents. "If being a freak is such a wonderful thing," Lily heard Petunia muttered. But at least their parents had managed not to. The family silently ate breakfast after that, the rain still pounding against the windows the only noise in the kitchen. After a while, Lily's father pushed his plate forward and looked at the clock.
"Oh dear, eight thirty already? We'd better get going," he said in surprise.
"Are you all ready, dear?" Mrs. Evans asked Petunia. She nodded, and Lily couldn't help noticing that Petunia looked a little sad. "Alright. You go get your bags and your coat and we'll bring you to Kendall." Petunia did as she was told, looking very sorry to go. Lily hung around the door, wanting to talk to Petunia; but the day Petunia went to Kendall and Lily went to Hogwarts was always strained. As Mr. Evans went to go start the car and Mrs. Evans was bringing Petunia's bags out, Lily opened her mouth to speak.
"Have fun at your freak school." Petunia beat her to it, the hatred clear in her voice.
"Tuney..." Lily looked at Petunia imploringly. "Please don't say that."
"Well, that's where you're going," Petunia said, her voice still dripping with poison.
"It's not a freak school!" Lily retorted. "And, well.. At least it's a lot better than Kendall!" she added in a low voice. Petunia's already wide eyes grew larger at the insult, before narrowing to slits. Still, Petunia was beaten, and Lily had won the argument.
"Well, then, Petunia, we'd better get going, you're supposed to be there at nine," Mrs. Evans said, walking back in to the house. The sisters pretended they had not just had their annual argument. "Lily, we'll be back about ten, since we have to do the checking in and all that, and your father wants to stop into the office and grab some work to do at home, and then we'll go straight to King's Cross, so be ready." Lily nodded, stepped forward for her mother to kiss her cheek goodbye. Mrs. Evans stepped outside a little bit, evidently trying to give her daughters privacy for a tearful goodbye they would never have. Lily stepped forward, and the two hugged each other tightly. From where their mother stood, it would appear they were sincerely sad to see the other go, but, of course, she could not hear what the two whispered into each others' ears.
"Have fun at your freak school," Petunia hissed.
"Have fun at the Institution," Lily retorted. They let go and smiled at each other: from a distance, those smiles could have been full of love and sister-ship. But if you were victim to one of them, you would realize that they were full of contempt and hatred, only there because of obligatory familial bonds.
"Come on, Petunia, we need to go," Mr. Evans called. Petunia turned around and walked to the car in the rain without a word to her sister. Lily stood at the door, watching it drive away, before shutting it and turning around.
What now?
Of course, Lily knew exactly what she was going to do. Her trunk was already packed, her room cleaned, her homework done. So she put on her shoes and coat, took the spare key from under the mat, and set off down the hill towards Spinner's End.