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Post by Harry James Potter on Mar 29, 2012 17:12:23 GMT -5
When: September 2nd 1976 - Evening Where: Gryffindor Common Room Who: Harry Potter, Lily Evans, Open OOC Notes: Thread closed and archived due to loss of player for Lily Evans
Harry wasn't normally in a mood like he was today. It was a nice day outside, but he wasn't outside. No, it was a nice day because it was one of the first days he could actually be a teenager and not have to worry about assassination attempts by Draco Malfoy, who probably came back to this time as well. Sure he was worried about disrupting the timeline, but really he was on a much needed relaxation period. While Harry wasn't admitting defeat to never going back to his time, while he was here he might as well enjoy himself and meet his parents and friends of his parents when they were his age.
Now Harry wasn't a stalker, so he didn't follow his parents around or anything like that. Just because he was behind Lily as they went to a class they had together didn't mean anything. However, Harry was waiting in the common room, knowing that at least one of his parents, Sirius, Remus, or even Pettigrew (whom he wouldn't trust but try to get along with) would come by soon. Harry sat at the armchair by the table, pulling out a large book for DADA in order to finish an essay in which he was assigned today.
Either the professors in this time were much more expectant of their students or they were trying to test what the transfers knew. How was he supposed to know 15 inches of information on Inferi and Dementors. Dementors were the easy part, but Harry didn't know too much about Inferi, except that they were reanimated bodies or something like that. Harry sighed, keeping his periphery on the entrance portrait to the common room, keeping an eye out for someone he wasn't stalking and trying to meet and become friends with.
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Post by ashers on Mar 29, 2012 19:51:52 GMT -5
Lily hadn’t had the greatest of days. It wasn’t the worst day she’d ever had, it was just long…and tiring…and work heavy. After her patrol of the castle she just wanted to collapse and sleep. Unfortunately, her day wasn’t finished, in fact it had just begun as she had a bunch of homework she had to do. She sighed as she grabbed her bag, which was just where she’d left it in a quiet corner, then walked over to the couch, collapsing onto it as she grabbed her book and quill and began to note down a bunch of information without looking up from her book to see who was around her. She wanted to get her potions essay partly planned out if not fully planned out.
After a few minutes noting, she glanced over and double taked when it came to who was sitting close to her. At first she’d thought it was James, and then she’d seen that he had different eyes and made the connection of him being either a new student, one of the transfers, or James had decided to charm his eyes to make them a different colour. One of the two, but she’d give this kid the benefit of the doubt, if it was James she’d kill him later, but for now she had to make sure that she sounded like a good prefect and was polite and nice. And if it was James, she would torture him a bit for now.
She sat up slowly and smiled at him curiously. “Excuse me, are you one of the transfer students? I know it’s rude to ask, but you look like one of the boys in my year and I want to make sure it’s not him, and that if you are a transfer student you get the proper welcome.” She said with a smile as she slowly offered him her hand. “I’m Lily Evans, sixth year prefect, welcoming you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” She said with a smile on her face.
It was odd to see his eyes. They were like hers, which to her looked like the strangest combination. Someone who looked like James so much, but had her eyes. She didn’t dwell on it too long, if she thought about James for too long she felt herself getting extremely angry, and she couldn’t have that right now. “So how are you finding the school? Classes okay?” Okay, she probably sounded like a crazy prefect perfectionist, but she was actually curious. She wanted to know how much these kids could do.
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Post by Harry James Potter on Mar 29, 2012 21:38:23 GMT -5
Harry was totally lost in his work and nearly forgot to watch the door, as it was difficult researching all of this information. Since when did he care so much about homework? It was DADA and well it was his favorite subject. It could also be due to the fact that he wanted to make a good first impression with the professors here. He didn't want another Professor Snape after him. But he had a feeling that no matter the time there was always a professor like Snape was. Though Snape held a grudge against him only because of his father, which Harry didn't like because it wasn't based off of what Harry actually was. He tried his hardest his first year to do well but nothing swayed Snape from his stupid grudge. Something that annoyed him the most about Snape.
Harry looked up when he was greeted by a sweet voice. Harry tried not to act completely surprised, but he jumped ever so slightly, not because her voice startled him but because of who it was. His mother. Her eyes were such like his. Her hair was a bright red, and almost like he pictured her in her teens, and from what he saw of Severus' worst memory, she looked about the same, maybe slightly older, which meant she was probably angry at Snape at the moment. Harry reprimanded himself for thinking so many things from the small amount of information he knew about the two of them. "Oh, yeah. My name's Harry, you probably are referring to my distant cousin James, I've already heard so many remarks about our similarities," Harry replied taking her hand and shaking it happily, "Thanks. It's a pleasure to meet you Lily."
Harry couldn't really tell of any suspicion in her, but he assumed it was there, since from what he knew, James probably pulled these stunts all the time. Harry wanted to assure her that he wasn't James. But if she thought he was James, he would eventually convince her otherwise. It was just a matter of her getting to know him. "Well the school's like a maze and can be hard to figure your way around it, but I'm getting used to it. Classes seem to be harder than I thought they would be, much harder than the ones in the United States," Harry replied trying to stay with the story of him being a transfer and not that he was from the future and was her and James' child.
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Post by ashers on Mar 30, 2012 5:28:20 GMT -5
Lily was even more surprised at his eyes when he looked at her. She blinked a few times before registering what he was saying. She smiled slightly in realisation of distant cousin. “Ahhh, now that makes sense, I hope you’re not as much trouble as James is.” She said smiling as she shook his hand. “Pleased to meet you too Harry.” She said smiling. “Well I think a lot of us are going to get confused with two people who look the same.” She joked lightly as she pushed her hair back, before leaning in and adding. “Don’t let James pull you into his hair brain schemes because you look alike okay?”
There were a few reasons why Lily knew that this boy wasn’t James. The first was the fact that he hadn’t hit on her yet, which would have been a miracle for James seeing as it seemed to be his favourite hobby, and he seemed to do it four times a day every day now. The second thing was he didn’t have the arrogance that James had. He seemed polite and nice, which Lily had never seen in James. She smiled at him when she listened to how he was getting on with school and class.
She frowned when he said about classes being harder, so she moved over to have a look at what he was doing. Lily wasn’t an expert at Defence Against the Dark Arts, that wasn’t to say she was bad, she was still an extremely good student, but it wasn’t her best subject. “Hmmm.” She said as she looked over what he had to write his essay about. She looked over to her back and pulled out a bunch of parchment sheets before looking through them and pulling out a sheet of information and facts and things on Inferi. She smiled and handed it to Harry. “Might be a bit easier than going through the book.” She said to him. “Obviously don’t copy it out word for word, but if you need any help, it’s there.” She said smiling. Lily was a crazy note taker, so she had a lot of information written down before she did essays. She never wrote other people’s essays, or helped them with them because she didn’t think it would help them to learn, but she was willing to let people borrow her notes to go through if they needed a bit of help.
“Anyway, the teachers are fine, as long as you know how to get around them.” She said smiling slightly. “They’ll probably go easy on you after a while. They aren’t monsters or anything, most of them are pretty nice.” She said smiling. She was going out of her way to get the transfer students in her house feeling comfortable and happy about everything. She knew that it could be hard and confusing when starting a new school, so she was trying her best to be polite and as nice as possible. Even more polite than she usually was.
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Post by Harry James Potter on Mar 30, 2012 18:46:32 GMT -5
Harry chuckled at the statement that he looked a lot like James. Of course he got this comment quite a bit in his time, but it was even more prevalent here, probably because everyone knew James, or most did. Harry couldn't help but wonder where James was, seeing as he hadn't yet seen his dear young father. But at the time he was happy about what he was doing now. It wasn't everyday you meet the mum who was dead a not long ago, and you suddenly transport to a time when their alive. No, he was probably a unique case here, or somewhat unique. "I've been getting that we look a lot alike. Heck even his friend... Sirius I think? mistook me for James." Harry said with a smile, knowing that if anyone looked too close at James and Lily and Harry together they might realize that Harry was a combination of the two.
Harry was just trying to be the boy who he wanted to be, and would be if Voldemort didn't interrupt his life so fully. Harry was a kind boy, who tried not to be prejudice, but there was a fair amount of prejudice towards Slytherins, and EVERY Death Eater. But at the same time he had a temper and had a saving people thing (no matter how much he denied it).
"Oh wow," Harry said gratefully taking her notes, and very happy that his mum was trying to help him out, "Thank you Lily. We hadn't studying some of these things in depth from my old school..." Which was true and probably due to the curse of the DADA job and how terrible most of their professors were except for in their third year, and fourth if you ignored the fact that he tried to kill Harry and brought Voldemort back.
"I bet they are, though me and professors don't usually get along too well, especially potions professors," Harry stated with a smile, thinking about Snape and the terrible time the two of them had together in Potions class when he was a professor.
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Post by ashers on Apr 1, 2012 9:35:30 GMT -5
Lily watched him slowly as he chuckled and couldn’t help but look over his face. It was insane how much he looked like James, all but the eyes. When he commented about Sirius she laughed slightly. “Now that’s funny.” She said as she laughed and shook her head. “I thought you were him, I mean, the only difference is the eyes…and even then I thought it was just a sick joke from Potter.” She frowned. “They’re a lot like mine.” She said as she tilted her head and looked at them curiously. She didn’t know what to make of it really.
She didn’t question him though, it was just odd to see the similarities that he seemed to have between James and herself. Then again, green eyes weren’t exactly uncommon. So she looked away and laughed slightly. “I’m sorry, I just realised I’m staring at you, ignore me please.” She said smiling at him.
Lily couldn’t help but smile when he seemed happy and grateful for the notes. “Don’t mention it, I think they’re just trying to test to see the knowledge you have. But the Defence teacher is new, we get a new one every year.” She said shrugging. “So we’re all getting tested to see what we know. The teacher doesn’t seem too bad this time though, I mean we’ve had worse, you just end up having to do a lot of reading around the subject to make sure you know everything.” She said smiling.
She smiled at the comment about professors. “Well, the potions teacher here is more or less a push over as long as you’re pretty good at the class. Slughorn is a breeze to get past. He’s a bit of a collector type though, so just be careful, sometimes it gets a bit weird.” She admitted as she thought about the Slug Club. She still didn’t know why the heck she was in this club, but she just smiled at let herself be in it, pretending it was an honour. And anyone who said something bad about Slughorn, she simply disapproved. She pretended that she was actually a teacher’s pet, but really sometimes he freaked her out a bit.
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Post by Harry James Potter on Apr 1, 2012 13:55:53 GMT -5
Harry was having a good time talking about how much he looked like his father, and made sure to be careful not to reveal too much. Harry also found it funny that Sirius would mistake him for his father, which said something about the extreme similarities between the two of them. Harry decided that he could say enough to not arouse suspicion and not be too little information that they keep asking. "People have been saying that as well. At least there is a difference and we don't look like twins, would be much harder to tell us apart," Harry said with a smile thinking about how hard of a time people have been having already telling the two of them apart.
"It's ok, really. As long as you're not... like checking me out? or something, I'm fine," Harry replied, trying to make a sort of joke. Normal teens are supposed to act like that right? If a girl keeps staring at you right? Harry was quite lost when it came to being a normal kid, since all of his life he was either a stupid kid who was below Dudley or this highly praised kid who vanquished a Dark Lord. The two extremes in life, and he wasn't really ever in between. And if she was... checking him out... that was the right phase he hoped, then he was going to be a little weirded out that his mum of all people.
"Is there a curse on that job or something? I mean even back home we had a similar thing happen with our Defense professors," Harry said knowing it was said that there was, probably even back in this time. Harry didn't want to make 'back home' sound too much like it was here, but a little small similarity wouldn't hurt right? "I hate when they test to see how much we know. I've only had one good Defense Professor, so me being good at the subject is a miracle."
Slughorn. Harry had met him once. During the summer before Dumbledore told him about his lessons that year. And he had to agree he was a weird professor, but spoke highly of Lily and a little highly about Sirius. Collecting people was Slughorn's game, and Harry didn't want to play it. "Is he the professor who 'collects' people who are most likely to succeed? I think I've heard of this... Slug club almost. Probably won't want me, I'm terrible at potions." Oh yeah that's right ol' Sluggy not wanting the 'crowning jewel' of his collection, Harry didn't like the analogy comparing him and a jewel. Then again Sluggy didn't know that he was the 'Chosen Boy', or whatever they were calling him at that point. The train ride popped in his head and it was not a pleasant one, very boring and stupid, but Harry was supposed to be good to Slughorn, so he didn't say it aloud.
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Post by ashers on Apr 2, 2012 4:56:31 GMT -5
Lily smiled slightly at his words, it was true, she was just glad that Harry seemed a lot nicer and less boisterous than James, she didn’t know if she could deal with two crazily boisterous Potters running around the castle. She nodded. “Yeah, if the eyes weren’t different I think I’d go crazy because unlike James, I think I could actually talk to you, and if I didn’t know which one was which I think I’d go insane.” She laughed.
At his comment about her checking him out she laughed and shook her head. “I’m afraid not, you look too much like James for that, I’m sorry.” She laughed slightly and smiled. The new kid was funny, she couldn’t deny that. She pushed her hair back and laughed again shaking her head. “Why you got a girlfriend?” She asked teasingly as she smiled. She didn’t often get to joke around, she always tried to be serious and sensible and everything, so it was odd to not be sensible and just have a joke around with people.
She shrugged. “I dunno, I don’t ask, but if I was to come here to teach, I’m telling you I wouldn’t be taking that job in a hurry.” She said as she shook her head and sighed. “Plus, they have to teacher Potter and Black, and I think they sent at least one of the old teachers to St Mungos because the teacher had a mental break down or whatever.” Lily rolled her eyes. “We’ve had a few okay teachers, no one amazing, but no one terrible.” She said. When he said about him being good at the subject being a miracle, Lily shrugged. “Maybe you’re just naturally gifted at it.”
Lily nodded at his comment about Slughorn. “Yup, Slug Club is it. I don’t know why he chose me, I mean it’s mainly Slytherins and purebloods and people who’ve got famous people in their family…my dad works in a mine and my mum in a shop.” She rolled her eyes. “But it’s just easier to get on with it and be part of the club so he goes easier on you in the class.” She grinned slightly mischievously, she had to have some form of none perfectness goody two shoes inside her, she was a Gryffindor after all.
When he said about being terrible at potions she nodded. “I was like that, but then I started to do the instructions to the potion as a song, so like if I’ll sing…Highway to Hell, but with the potion ingredients and stirs and stuff.” She laughed. “You get some funny looks, but I promise you it works, or it does for me.” Lily shook her head smiling. She had a lot of weird tips and tricks that helped her to remember things, potions songs were the main one, but she had others for other classes too.
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Post by Harry James Potter on Jun 27, 2012 14:19:45 GMT -5
The eyes. "Yeah, those who knew my mum said that I got my eyes from her," Harry said quickly, not thinking before he said it. It was almost always automatic, and it actually felt weird that she didn't note how his eyes looked like his mum's, but then again, she didn't know who his mother was, and he hoped to keep it that way. But that might not work out. And if it didn't, and if he was discovered, he didn't know what to do. How could he explain he was the 16 year old child of these 16 year old kids? And once he was discovered everyone else would be discovered. That would not be good. At all.
Now he had to watch his words and not seem too put off or too coming onto her. Just pretend she's... Hermione, that should work! Harry thought to himself. Hermione and he had been always just friends, like brother and sister, and he had never really thought of her as more, it would be weird. "Not yet," Harry said with a huge smile on his face, "Though there is one girl I have my eyes on at the moment." Harry hoped she wouldn't take it as she was the one he had his eyes on. No, no, that wasn't what he meant at all. Really at the moment only one girl peaked his interests, only one girl at the time he would even think about more than a friend, and that he discovered on the train ride when she left them. She being Ginny Weasley.
Well, Harry thought thinking back to his second year, Maybe my natural ability with DADA comes from whatever power Voldemort transferred over to me. Harry didn't want to think about Voldemort right now. He was already having trouble trying to act normal, like someone who wasn't always paranoid that Voldemort could come bursting through the doors and try to kill him everyday. "My dear old cousin," Harry said trying to keep the cover that he was James' distant cousin or whatever, "And his friends are that bad?" One amazing teacher, one that would've gone down as a good professor if he didn't turn out to be a death eater in disguise, one with Voldemort on his head, one ministry hag, and one fraud who lost his memory, all in all, he guessed it wasn't too bad. He wanted to say that he had to be good at DADA back home or he would've died by now, but that would make her ask questions, questions that if answered could break their cover. He had to watch what he said. "People say that. Even last year my friends had me teach them." That'd work out fine. It wasn't like she knew that 19 years from now there would be a ministry hag teaching basically nothing.
"He probably sees the brilliance in you. You're obviously extremely smart, and from the way you've treated me, extremely kind," Harry noted, not really knowing that his mother had been in the Slug Club. Harry remembered back to everything that had been said about his mother, and really everything seemed to add up. She still didn't like James, but that should change by the next year.
"I should try that out sometime," Harry said with a smile thinking about how he could impress Slughorn, because Dumbledore never said to not be his friend if something happened to bring them back in time. Maybe whatever use Slughorn had, he still had back here. "My failing at Potions probably had a lot to due with my potions professor as well, he kinda held a grudge against my father for quarrels the two had at school." She could never in a million years decipher that it was Snape who was his professor and James that was his father just from that statement, so he felt safe saying it.
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Post by ashers on Jun 27, 2012 16:35:58 GMT -5
Lily tilted her head to the side when he said about people who knew his mum, she frowned and looked at him sympathetically, but also curiously. “Knew? Did something happen to her?” She realised what she was saying and her eyes went wide, her hands going to her face to hide her shock. “Oh my goodness, that was really really rude of me to ask, I’m so sorry, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” She said feeling terrible if something had happened to his mother and she’d asked so casually.
When he spoke of a girl who he had his eyes on, Lily smiled slightly. “Does she like you?” She teased lightly. She didn’t like this kid in that way, but somehow felt like she could talk to him like this. “And if she does why don’t you ask her out?” She smiled amused.
Lily huffed when Harry asked if James and his lot were that bad. “Not all of them, Remus is good, but Potter and Black are really pretty awful and just annoying, arrogant, ignorant, stupid, big headed, prank obsessed, lazy boys who don’t give a damn about anyone else unless it’s for their own amusement.” Lily could not help herself going on a tangent when it came to Potter and his friend, she seemed to just explode in anger.
She blinked and looked at him impressed as he spoke about his friends having him teach them. “Well hopefully there won’t be a curse on the DADA job by the time you finish, you could become the teacher, I mean you must be good.” She smiled at him and nodded slightly before laughing. “And if I ever need a bit of help I know who to go to.”
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow amused. “You sure you’re James’ cousin? You’re nothing like him.” Of course Lily couldn’t really see the good in James right now, only the bad bits. She pushed her hair back and sighed. “And I’m not brilliant, I mean sure I’m pretty smart and nice to people who deserve to have someone be nice to them, but that’s really the way everyone should be right? I mean we won’t get anywhere if we go around insulting everyone, it just starts more fighting, which we don’t exactly need right now.” Lily sighed as she thought about that. “I mean, you won’t be targeted will you? I mean if you’re a Potter you’ll be a pureblood?” She said slowly not wanting to just assume something. She couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous for the purebloods and halfbloods, mainly the halfbloods. They had nothing to fear from this war, it was the muggle borns who’d get the worst end of the stick. That and the blood traitors.
She looked at him and sighed. “Teachers are a nightmare if they don’t like you. I had one of those in the muggle school I was in before I found out I was a witch.” She smiled amused and couldn’t help but laugh. “Ironically it was to do with my witch part that got me in trouble with her in the first place, she’d annoyed me and I accidentally made her cup of tea explode in her face.” She said as she smiled and laughed at the memory. The teacher had punished Lily because she’d been accused of pushing the coffee over and pouring it all over the teacher, it wasn’t the case and her parents didn’t believe the teacher.
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Post by Harry James Potter on Jun 27, 2012 17:24:03 GMT -5
Harry sighed when she figured it out. He wasn't really hiding the fact his parents were dead, and even if somehow their secret was discovered he could say that he just said that so people didn't want to meet his parents or something like that. "No, it's ok really. Mum and Dad died when I was little so I was sent to live with my muggle relatives," Harry replied, knowing that if he said something different she might compare stories with Sirius, and find that he had two different stories regarding his parents. He didn't like people pitying him, and he really hoped that the story of his parents dying didn't cause people to pity him or make fun of him for it.
"Ah well... er," Harry began nervously feeling like he was a little boy telling his mother that he had a crush on a girl, "I think so, but she's kinda moved on, I think from her crush on me... And er... she's my best mate's sister, and the way he acts around her boyfriends, well I don't want him to be upset." Complete truth, no lie at all. Part of the reason was because he wasn't sure if she wasn't dating anyone at the time. And part of the reason was fear of Ron being upset. His mother in front of him may not look like a mother, but he sure felt like she was when around her, even if she was his age.
"What about Pettigrew?" Harry asked, knowing he had yet to meet the little rat. He had a hard time making the question seem completely innocent, because when it came to Pettigrew, well, let's just say that he is one of the only people he would not think twice about using the killing curse. Even with Voldemort he usually used his disarming spell. But Pettigrew, he was a dirty traitor who cause his godfather to loose 12 years locked up in Azkaban.
Really Harry hadn't thought about teaching as a career. It always was an Auror, mostly because it was the career to be in to fight Voldemort off. However, when she mentioned it, the thought of him being a professor didn't sound too bad. "Teaching here? I haven't given it much thought," Harry replied, thinking of how it definitely would be his second choice if Auror wasn't an option, "But I could see myself teaching, maybe."
"I think I am, I mean I might've traced the tree wrong, but from the closeness of our appearance, I am pretty sure that we're related," Harry replied with a smile. Of course that was slightly a lie, though he was pretty sure that he traced his family tree to James right, his father, James, hey he was right! Harry really hated lying, though he saw the extreme value in lying about where they were from. "Oh no, I'll be targeted, no matter what," Harry said again without thinking, he seemed to do that a lot lately, even before coming to this time period, "Blood Traitor, you know? And technically I'm not pure blood; my mum was a muggleborn. And well I would fight against anyone who targets any because of blood."
Harry chuckled hearing the story, thinking that it was quite interesting and a bit funny. "Ah to be young and able to do magic whenever," Harry said with a smile, "I once had my aunt blow up like a balloon and fly away, third year. Got in a lot of trouble and accidental." It was actually a funny memory and a bad one at the same time. He had run away and was afraid of getting expelled. Stupid Aunt Marge and her insulting of his parents. And she wouldn't remember it, so at least there was that.
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Post by ashers on Jun 28, 2012 15:16:27 GMT -5
Lily looked at him sympathetically, smiling slightly, she didn’t want to pry anymore, so she decided not to ask about how they died or anything like that. She knew she wouldn’t want people asking her about it all of the time. So she looked at him and nodded. “It was good of them that they let you in their house.” She said smiling.
She watched him, feeling pretty amused when he seemed to be nervous about this girl. She listened and nodded along, thinking about his predicament. “Well, you could try to ask her out? I mean it can’t hurt right? The worst that can happen is she says no, the best that could happen is that you get a girlfriend. And as for it being your best friend’s sister, you could always talk to him about it. I mean if you think about it, if you’re his best friend wouldn’t he prefer her going out with someone he trusts and knows will treat her right over someone he doesn’t trust properly?” Lily said thinking rationally. “I’m sure he’d understand right?”
She blinked at him surprised when he called Peter, Pettigrew. “What about Peter?” She laughed and shrugged. “Peter’s nice enough, nothing special, he just sort of tags along with them, no hair brain schemes, but at the same time no keeping them out of trouble. Peter’s just…Peter.”
A smile came to her lips when he said he’d never thought about teaching. “If you’re good enough to teach people how to do the subject, you could definitely become a teacher. Well…maybe after the curse is lifted.” Lily laughed and rolled her eyes. “It may not be a very stable job for a while, but I’m sure it can’t go on for much longer.” She said.
She listened to what he said and nodded slowly, it was pretty impossible for someone to look so alike someone else without a family resemblance. She was still slightly curious and interested as to why he had such similar eyes to her, but she wasn’t going to press him. It could be a coincidence right?
She was surprised at his instant answer to his question of if he’d be targeted. She looked at him curiously as he spoke of his muggleborn mother and how he was a blood traitor. She looked at him curiously and raised her eyebrow. “That’s a very dangerous path to go down.” She commented, frowning because she didn’t actually know why she was saying it, she shook her head slightly. “I’m sorry, I seriously don’t know why I’m acting so weird today, it’s been a long day with classes and prefects patrol and all of that, please ignore the tiredness speaking insanity out of my mouth.” She said with a smile.
She looked at him with wide eyes and laughed slightly at his comment about blowing up his aunt. “Oh my gosh, it’s amazing you didn’t get expelled!” She couldn’t help but smile and giggle. “Why did you blow her up? I mean I know you said it was an accident, but there must have been some reason that it happened!”
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Post by Harry James Potter on Jun 28, 2012 17:43:10 GMT -5
Well he had to hand them that. Even after all that was done, they still let him back in the house, even after he ran away, which Harry found curious. Why would they keep him after all the trouble he caused them, with his constant getting trouble because he runs away and somehow he ends up on a roof, and of course the neighborhood branding them those people who has that messed up boy. "I guess," Harry said thinking that was probably one of the better ways of looking the ten years before Hogwarts there, "Probably should be grateful they even let me have my own little room." Room, cupboard, same thing.
"I dunno, I mean... er," Harry said nervously, like he really hadn't ever been before, probably because he was talking with his real mother about a crush, or infatuation, whatever it was with Ginny, "I guess I'm kinda worried about if it doesn't work out, or if we get in a fight or something. I mean I don't want to loose a good friend because we tried the dating thing out." Plus his only relationship ended not well. Cho had, to him, betrayed his trust, and he didn't want something like that to happen with Ginny. Plus he was a danger, since Voldemort would be after him. However while they were there, he might not be in that much trouble, unless their Voldemort had come back as well.
At least for now. Harry felt that it would be hard to keep in his distrust of Peter, because of his knowledge of his future deeds, but he would try. "And so he, Sirius, James and Remus are what people keep calling the Marauders?" Harry asked as if he didn't know it at all well, trying to hide the fact he knew two of the Marauders quite personally, and another was his father and Peter was the reason his parents had died. He didn't like grouping Peter as one of the Marauders, but he was, no matter how much Harry hated it.
Harry smiled at the comment knowing that the curse had gone on for at least 20 years from now, so he probably wouldn't want to teach DADA here or he might end up like Moody, locked up in a trunk for 9 months. "I could always find something else to do in the mean time," Harry replied thinking about how he wanted to be an Auror, even though it was mostly because of his opposition to Voldemort and the fact that he didn't want to just sit around and do nothing while people are getting hurt out there.
"It may be dangerous, but I'm not going to roll over and let my friends and innocent people get hurt," Harry stated confidently. He knew that if he didn't try, he could never forgive himself for not trying to help out. Voldemort was targeting people for something they couldn't change, and to Harry that was completely unfair. Blood shouldn't say anything about a person's worth. And it was a bit weird that Harry turned out that way, raised by the biggest pair of muggles who hated him because of his parent's magical blood.
"Oh... well, she insulted my parents one too many times," Harry sighed but with a smile still on his face, chuckling a bit at the thought of his Aunt Marge, "Apparently I wasn't expelled because everyone gets a bit upset, at least that's what the government said." Government, he didn't know what kind of government the Americans had at their schools. He really should find out.
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Post by ashers on Jul 3, 2012 17:55:23 GMT -5
Lily watched him and tilted her head to the side, frowning slightly, shaking her head. “No, no you shouldn’t be grateful for a room. Everyone should have a room, everyone should have a home and a room and a good meal and all of that. Don’t ever think you should be grateful about something like that. They don’t sound particularly nice.” She said not liking the idea that someone would be so mean after such a horrible thing had happened to him.
She couldn’t help but smile at the adorableness that was him getting embarrassed. It was adorable to her, but she couldn’t help but be a little girly when it came to crushes and other things. Lily shrugged slightly and sighed. “The problem is, you have to choices, live in the ‘what if’ world and don’t do anything about it, or go for the plunge, and think the best of your friend and this girl.” She said with a shrug. “I mean, it’s up to you, but it all comes down to…” She laughed and pushed her hand back as she realised what she was about to say. “…to bravery. Be a true Gryffindor.” She said with a teasing tone.
Lily pushed her hair back and looked at him, rolling her eyes at the comment of the Marauders. “I hate that stupid name, I much prefer calling them the idiot group.” She said as she huffed. “I mean, the problem is, they’re all pretty smart, really good wizards, and yet they just do nothing but pranks and idiotic stuff that’s about it! It frustrates me more than anything!” She huffed.
She nodded slightly, pushing her hair back and biting her lip. “You could, what would you do?” She asked him curiously, she couldn’t help but be curious about what people planned to do. She wasn’t a gossip or anything, she just liked to know things and get to know people. It was nice to find out people’s little habits and interesting bits about them. Plus she enjoyed conversation and a lot conversations started with questions.
She raised her eyebrow at the comment of not letting innocent people get hurt. It was a brave thing for him to say, but she had to wonder if it was smart. A lot of people just wanted to hide away, and some people could. “That’s brave, really stupid, but brave.” She said as she leaned back. “I don’t mean to be offensive or anything, I plan to fight too, it’s just…” She tried to think about the way to word her next comment. A huff escaped her and she laughed sadly. “I guess I’m seeing the worst in people. I envy the half bloods because they are the safest in this world right now, not expected to take a side like the pure bloods, and not loathed for what they are like the muggle borns. I just assume that they can hide away and not think about the war.” She smiled sadly, upset at herself for thinking such a horrible thing about people. She wasn’t usually like this and she definitely didn’t like it about herself.
She nodded and looked at him sympathetically then laughed at his comment of why he wasn’t expelled. “I wonder if they just saw the funny side of it instead and thought about how it wasn’t going to do a lot of harm.” Lily laughed slightly, not believing what she’d commented for a second, but it was still an amusing thing to think.
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Post by Harry James Potter on Aug 17, 2012 15:57:51 GMT -5
Harry chuckled at the comment, because he found it a little bit funny since it was her sister who she was talking about and she didn't even know it. "They were just afraid of me being magical, or jealous. In the grand scheme of things, I bet if I wasn't a wizard, they would have been a lot more accepting of me. They even admitted to trying to stamp the magic right out of me," Harry replied. It wasn't that hard to figure out that Petunia was a little jealous, and Vernon and Dudley were just plain scared of him. But then again, who wouldn't be jealous if their sister has magical powers you only wished you had, got herself killed, and then her magical child comes to stay with her, rubbing it in her face that she wasn't as special as her sister, at least in her mind.
Be a true Gryffindor. It was a little bit funny that Harry was scared of asking a good friend and crush out, but he wasn't as scared, or at least he didn't show that he was scared to face Voldemort almost each year, and various other perils. He was truthfully scared, but he just plunged in because he knew it was the right thing to do. At least it was in his mind. "I guess... I think I might try, the next time that I see her, if she's not with some else at that time," Harry replied with a small smile.
Harry remembered back to Snape's Worst Memory and how Lily really seemed to hate the Marauders. As it turned out it was true, quite obviously. "I guess they just want to have fun and enjoy their lives as kids before they have to go out into the real world," Harry shrugged. Ah yes, a year about until his parents would finally get together, at least from what Sirius and Remus had told them.
"Ah well, I kind of want to be an Auror. But if that's not possible, I think working with the dragons in Romania wouldn't be bad, or working as a curse breaker for Gringott's," Harry replied thinking about Charlie and Bill. Every time he thought about those two's jobs, he thought they would be pretty cool jobs to have if he couldn't be an Auror, or if he couldn't in order to keep his true identity a secret back in this time.
Harry smiled a bit at the comment. He understood where she was coming from, and completely agreed with it, at least a bit. "Well the half-bloods whose parents are muggleborns or muggles would probably need to choose to protect their parents. It's a little bit funny because Voldemort himself is a half-blood." Harry tried not to look around as if he was worried that she would wonder how in the world he would know about Voldemort like that. It wasn't like he could say that he knew that ever since his second year at Hogwarts when he went against a basilisk here at Hogwarts, because that would just reveal where he was from, or make him seem like a liar.
Harry chuckled at her comment, knowing that wasn't it. "Well, I actually think it was because they didn't want me to be expelled because there was a killer after me," Harry replied; he might as well tell most of the truth right, and then he wouldn't have to worry about contradicting himself, "Don't worry, it turns out the killer was innocent of everything and just wanted to talk with me."
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