Chapter 2 : A New Year
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I carefully wove myself through the crowds of people who had congregated around platform nine and three quarters. Despite the fact this was the fifth year of being on the platform on the first of September, it was still the same. It was so good to be back in a place where I felt like I belonged, instead of whiling away the summer at my mother’s townhouse, wondering when she would return from her date with the latest toy boy. To be fair, anything could be considered better than that.
Though I tried not to think of him, I was reminded of my father. Then again, my memories of him always seemed to resurface at this time of the year. He was an Auror you know, one of the best. That was how he died, risking himself to save others, like any noble Gryffindor should. Well, apart from me that was. I didn't particularly feel bold or courageous; yet, I ended up in the house where those traits are practically ingrained into your DNA. I probably got that from my mother, as she was a Ravenclaw.
I ambled further down the platform, not really wanting to get onto the train and not really wanting to stay here either. I just had this odd feeling about this year. I didn't know what it was or what caused it, it was simply unpleasant. An omen. No, it couldn't be that. I didn't believe in Divination and all that rubbish. It was probably just nerves, nothing more.
I paused for a moment so I could readjust my hold on the trunk, when I felt something barge right into me. I let out a cry for help and I felt my arms flay out around me, searching for something to keep me up, but it was no use. I winced as I felt my back collide with the cold, stone floor of the platform. I felt my body tremble with the pain, noting no parts of it really escaped it. Perhaps that feeling was an omen, after all?
Despite the deep throbbing pain in my head, I lifted it up gingerly and was greeted by a mass of black hair which had become entangled with my own brown hair. The person was guffawing loudly before crying out, "I hit the ground first, James! I still beat you!"
Great. Not only had I fallen over, I had only gone and fallen next to Sirius Black, my sort of enemy. Admittedly, he was only my enemy through association as Lily claimed that as Black was friends with Potter he must be just as bad. The main reason for my annoyance was that I just didn't want to be caught with him, as I didn't want my name to be added to the long list already attached his.
He really was promiscuous for a fifth year.
Still lost in my thoughts, I was only aware of the situation around me when I heard my own name mentioned. "Yeah but, Sirius, you didn't technically fall on the ground did you? You fell onto Longwood."
That was James Potter. The reason I was meant to hate Sirius. I couldn't really blame Lily though. If I had someone who was a borderline stalker by knowing every detail of my life and in love me, it would grown annoying. Then again, it was sort of sweet from an observer's point of view.
Sirius turned to look at me, his face agog. Had he really not noticed me all this time?
"Sorry about that, Longwood!" he said affably. "It was simply a matter of war between James and me. I had to do anything to win."
"Yes, I didn't expect much more from the pair of you." Whoops! I didn't mean to channel so much Lily into me when replying.
“Not many people expect much from us." Sirius gave me a small wink while saying that. That was enough for me. I rose quickly from the floor trying to ignore the wincing pain in my head and grabbed hold of my trunk. I glanced down at my hands and saw blemishes of blue and purple beginning to develop. If my day continued to get worse, I might even believe that all of this was an omen.
"Look, Sirius, this is why you can never get a girl," James announced. "You scare them away with your lewd winking. It even scares Remus and Peter at times, so you have to stop it."
That last comment scared me more than the wink, I thought. I had never heard James sound so like a girl before. Well actually, when he professed his love for Lily that sounded quite feminine. Thinking of that it actually gave me an idea for a great exit. Or a hopefully great one.
"Potter, I don't really think you're the best person to give dating advice seeing how your relationship is with Lily," I said curtly. "Perhaps you should sort your own love life out before advising others on theirs."
I pulled on the handle of my trunk and marched down the platform. I could hear Sirius faintly cry out about James getting owned. Hmm, I suppose it was good then.
Walking down the entire length of the train with my trunk constantly banging against my legs wasn’t my ideal plan. As well as having to avoid eager first years running to and fro eagerly making new friends, I had to duck past the Marauders’ compartment, not wanting to get cheered on by Sirius again as he did on the platform. I tried to forget about him running after me, yelling thank you. It was too mortifying. He had never paid much attention to me before, and I was more than happy for it to carry on like that after that incident.
I finally found my friends at the very end of the train who were all peering over the same copy of a muggle magazine. Lily and Mary were probably trying to indoctrinate them into another muggle thing then. They always tried to make us like it, but it just left the rest of us feeling confused. Like how I felt about what happened on the platform just now.
This was where we first became friends, Lily and me, on the Hogwarts express. I was right about the situation with her sister being a lot more complex than I could imagine. Her friend was with her too, Severus Snape, and he added to the story when Lily couldn't. We used to be ok, me and him. Then for some reason he began hating me in third year and the feeling quickly turned mutual.
As for the other three, Lily, being the outgoing person that she was, spoke to them on the first breakfast of first year. She spotted them sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, rounded them up and made them eat with us. Ever since then we had all been friends. Even Snape hung out with us for a bit, back then. Merlin, it was weird to even think about that. He was potential Death Eater now, and to think I gave him a Christmas present.
I wrenched open the door to the compartment and collapsed into the seat nearest to it. The journey here was a lot more tiring than I expected it to be. I kicked my trunk under the seat and let out a sigh of relief.
“You took your time," Lily said, looking up from the magazine. "I have to go to my prefect meeting soon. Why are you panting? What on earth happened?"
“Well, if you guys hadn’t chosen the furthest compartment from the barrier I may have gotten here earlier and not be so out of breath!" I retorted. "Plus, Potter and Black bumped into me earlier and dealing with them wears you out for the whole day!"
I rubbed at my head. It was still sore to touch. If they had gotten away pain-free I wouldn't be happy in the slightest. Alice gave me a worried look, but a small smile seemed to calm her.
“Tell me about it!" Lily placed the magazine on her seat before standing. "Well, I have to go and do prefect duties. Wish me luck."
We all yelled our goodbyes and earned a quick grin from her in return. She slid open the door to the compartment before hurrying down the train, her auburn hair flying behind her.
It wasn't much of a surprise she ended up as prefect. The rest of us would make awful ones, and even if you took that away, Lily had such a love for a rules and helping people this was a job made in heaven for her.
“Wait! Who’s the Gryffindor prefect for the boys?” I called out. Though I knew it would be futile with the door firmly closed on us, it was still worth a try. Even the shutter had been pulled down to limit any sound escaping.
“Remus of course," Mary said to me, grinning. "Do you think Dumbledore would have really picked one of the other three? Potter and Black play too many pranks and spend half their life in detention. If Pettigrew was made a prefect, the first years would run wild!”
Mary was our resident Scot. Technically, she was half-Italian thanks to her mum, but Mary considered herself Scottish and was very proud of it. Though for some strange reason, she wasn't all that keen on haggis.
“Oh yeah, of course it’d be Remus." He was the only sensible one out of him, James, Sirius and Peter.
"It’s a shame he’ll be spending less time in the common room this year due to all the patrols he’ll have to do," Mary added on, directing the last part towards Maia.
I had forgotten about that. Those two had always had a bit of thing. Giving each other secret looks and stuff, it was just a question of whether the thing would turn into an actual one or not.
“I thought we agreed you couldn’t tease me about it too much?” Maia asked, pleading with her.
It was strange to see her like this. I always viewed her as the confident one with Mary and Lily. She just seemed to have everything with her looks, her brains and her family so seeing her like this unnerved me. Though I wouldn't really want to be teased about someone I liked. I liked to keep my life private.
"Fine, I'll stop it... for now." Mary stuck my tongue out at her and Maia quickly copied.
"What was that you guys were all looking at then, before I came in?" I asked trying to change the subject and give Maia a break. She gave me a small smile before turning to face the window.
"Oh, it's just this article about this new actor. Lily thought he was good looking, but of course that's only because he has similar features to Potter. Otherwise he's ugly!" Mary said sounding outraged someone could like him. I quickly glanced at the magazine and saw that Mary was correct in every case.
“You know Lily’s taste in guys is always a bit weird, so I wouldn't think too much of it. How was your summer then, Mary?” I asked, as I knew she had been worried about being out of Hogwarts' security, due to being a half-blood.
“It was fine. After we all met up at Alice’s, Dad dragged us off to go and visit Uncle Magnus in Dundee, and I had to listen to how unfair it was that the ban on Creaothceann wasn’t lifted. Mum was getting really worried about the blood supremacy stuff, as she’s a muggleborn, so she whisked us off to Rimini to visit Nonna. Of course I got fattened up, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to play quidditch now.” Mary rubbed her hand against her flat stomach. I should have known not to believe her, she was prone to exaggeration at times.
“Sounds like you had a better holiday than me," Alice chirped up. "Mum and Dad were at work most of the time, so I had to look after Tom. I’ll tell you it was possibly the most boring holiday I’ve ever had. Yours sounded so much more interesting in comparison, so feel for me.” Alice put on a convincing pout to prove her point.
It was funny to see Alice being the one who was asking for sympathy, as she was usually the one who gave it out liberally. It was not to give it to her. With her being the smallest and quietest of the group, she just had this endearing air about her. Given how much I had thought about my views of the others, it made me wonder what they thought of me. I really shouldn't spend too much time immersed in my own thoughts, it was far too unhealthy.
“Yes, I know how it feels to be stuck in a house all day long, and it’s certainly not fun at all! Don’t complain Mary, your holiday sounded great.” I knew it would be a lost cause, arguing with Mary, so I shuffled over to the seat Lily vacated and rested my head against the window. I could use falling asleep as an excuse if she got angry now.
“At least you don’t have to fear being killed if you stepped outside the house and have to listen to my mum’s shrieks whenever I do so!” Mary burst out. Of course she would try to make a joke out of a gang of pureblood supremacists hunting down people like her.
“True. At least I don’t have to deal with that,” I agreed before stretching out my arms. I felt my hand touch something soft and saw I had hit Lily’s cat, Calliope. She gave out a soft growl, and I was tempted to hiss in return. I couldn’t do anything to please that cat. It always seemed to love the others, yet it held a grudge against me. Oh well, I never particularly liked cats. Dogs always looked like a lot more fun.
A/N: This is an edited version so if it's different you now know why! You got to meet all of Thalia's friends then, so what did you think of them? And her encounter with Sirius?
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