Lily and James' Prophecy

Chapter 2 - Lily Evans

"Don't you dare take out your wand to levitate a thing, Paris," warned Diana as she looked around the station.

"I won't," he reassured her. "These goddamn pants are uncomfortable, I swear..." he cursed.

"They're called jeans, dad," said Violet chuckling to herself.

"You would know. I don't normally wear these sorts of things... I must really love you," he winked at her as she rolled her eyes and went to help her mother find a trolley.

"Make sure Bernard's cage is on top of your trunk, Vi," called her mother as they walked along into the noisy station.

Violet looked around. She had never been outside of their village before... except for Diagon Alley to buy her new books and wand. She took it all in. The Muggles looked utterly funny, she noted, in their short skirts that went about 5 inches below their bellybuttons. She smiled inwardly a little, though her outer expression remained hard. She remembered what her father had told her: the world outside of her own "world" was harmful and neglectful. She knew that this was a time where she had to be strong and show no feelings. That would mean she was weak, and she was in no way weak. Being a direct descendant of Slytherin himself, she had inherited powers that no ordinary witch or wizard had possession of. Probably even no knowledge of.

As they walked she began to see people dressed in robes, some talking nonchalantly while others were trying to get owls to stay quiet.

"There it is," said Paris, "Platform 9 and 3/4." He pointed to the metal divider between platforms 9 and 10. "Ok, Vi, just run straight through. And don't worry; we'll bring all your things after you. And don't be scared of hitting the wall, you won't. Your mother and I did it countless time," he winked.

"Ok," said Violet, a bit unsure but nonetheless excited. Just as she was about to start walking she saw a girl... a girl who looked extremely beautiful. She had brown hair about the same length as Violet and was about the same height. But what caught Violet's attention about the girl were her eyes... They were the deepest green you could ever have imagined.

"Muuuum! I already told you that I have everything. Can I just go now?" complained the girl.

"Ok honey... I love you!" said the girl's mother kissing her cheek. Violet could see that behind the mother was another girl, about the same age as the first but she looked so bitter...

"Violet! What are you waiting for? Christmas?" called her mother annoyed snapping her back to reality.

"Yeah..." she muttered and ran to the barrier closing her eyes hard. When she next opened her eyes she was on a completely new platform, and as she looked up she saw a sign: Platform 9 and ¾. She smiled momentarily before she heard a whisper in her ear, "Excited?" She jumped and looked around to see her father and laughed. "Very," she replied.

Her father took her hand as her mother rolled the trolley along. As they walked Violet saw the girl with the green eyes come through rolling her own trolley.

"Agnes!" called her mother, obviously to an old friend.

"Oh dear," said her father under his breath.

"Something wrong?" asked Violet.

"No, just that when your mother sees an old friend, she stays for ages reminiscing -"

"Paris. Vi. Come say hello to Agnes. Paris you do remember Agnes, don't you?"

Just then the bell rang on the train.

"Oh dear... already? Paris, go and put Vi's trunk into the compartment holder."

As her father took the trunk Violet took Bernard's cage and kissed her mother on the cheek as she hugged her.

"I love you, mummy."

"I love you too honey. Now do enjoy your first term. And stay out of trouble!" called Diana as she turned to talk to Agnes.

"Have everything? Wand? Everything?" asked Paris as she walked up to him.

"Yes. I love you daddy."

"I love you too ugly," he said as he kissed her cheek softly. "Write to us at least once a week. Promise?"

"Only if you do, too," she smiled as she hopped onto the train just as it started to take off.

She ran to the compartment which was deserted and stuck her head out the window to see her father waving until the train finally turned a corner. She went and sat down sighing looking around the compartment. At the moment she felt lonely... and sad. She half wished she had stayed on the platform and went back home, and half wished that she didn't half wish that. She fiddled with the thing in her pocket once more... dare she take it out her pocket to examine it? Just as she had taken it halfway out the compartment door slid open. It was the green-eyed girl again. Violet slipped the thing back into her pocket hurriedly.

"Oh, hi... am I interrupting?" she asked eyeing Violet's pocket.

"No, you're not," she replied.

"Oh... uh, any seats taken?" she asked shyly.

"Nope," replied Violet surveying her closely.

The girl walked in and sat in the seat opposite Violet and looked out the window pretending to see something. Violet snatched secret glances at her examining her more closely. She was wearing a white tank top and sweatpants. She examined her face more closely, too. She was extremely pretty, her brown curly hair falling onto her face lightly.

"Uh... so are you excited about going?" asked the girl.

"Oh, yes. I am actually," Violet laughed nervously. "My mum and dad both went to Hogwarts actually. I'm Violet. Violet Riddle."

"Oh, both your parents went to Hogwarts? That means you're a... what was it the letter said? 'Pureblood'? And I'm Lily... Lily Evans." She put out a hand for Violet to shake and she shook it.

"That's a nice name."

"Thanks," said Lily. "I like Violet too... Oh did you notice? Violet... Lily. Both flowers," she laughed lightly. Her laugh was so... gentle. Dainty. As if it could break.

"Haha, you're right," smiled Violet. "So you aren't a pureblood then?"

"No, my father's a doctor and my mother's a teacher. So I'm just... normal. Not saying that you're not normal," she chuckled. "So we were really surprised when I got the letter."

"Oh," said Violet. "Well, that's nice. So I'm guessing you don't know any spells then?" smirked Violet.

"Nope... are they fun?" asked Lily.

"I can show you one... its quite funny actually it isn't a real spell. Just a joke one. My dad taught me," said Violet taking out her wand from her pocket. She waved it three times at Lily, muttered some words and Lily's hair turned completely purple. Lily gave off a small scream and then began to laugh. So did Violet.

"Ok, may I have back MY hair now?" she asked half laughing.

"Sure thing," winked Violet waving her wand as Lily's hair turned back to its original colour.

"That was awesome."

"I know. My dad taught me a good few. He's an Auror you know."

"A what?" asked Lily, confused.

"Aurors... they work with the Ministry of Magic to catch people who are involved in illegal activities... probably the equivalent of Muggle policemen."

"Oh... ok I understand," smiled Lily.

After that the girls talked about almost everything. Violet found herself bonding quickly with Lily, and Lily found herself liking Violet even more by the second.

"Well, there are four Houses," explained Violet when the discussion had taken a turn. "Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff," counted Violet on her fingers.

"Which is the best?" asked Lily.

"Well, I want to go to Slytherin. It's a tradition in my family for about a thousand years. Every Riddle before me has gone to Slytherin, so that's where I'm heading. But for some reason a lot of people see Slytherin as a... bad house. I don't know why."

"Oh... and which House is after Slytherin?" asked Lily.

"Well... everyone seems to think Gryffindor is the best. I don't even see their reasoning. Gryffindors make me sick." Violet pursed her lips and looked out the window, her eyes glassy as ever.

"Ah..." muttered Lily, making a mental note not to go to Gryffindor.

The scenery changed as the train moved on. It started to rain about two hours into their trip and lights flickered on in the hallway. The girls kept talking, getting to know each other a lot better. It turned out their family lives had been pretty much the same: loving parents, intelligent backgrounds and family. The works.

As the girls laughed about a certain incident in which Lily and an elderly neighbour had a run in, the compartment door slid open. Both girls looked up to see who it was and saw a handsome boy with jet black hair looking back at them.

"Err... sorry if I'm interrupting. I was looking for someone," he said as he closed the door and left.

"Who was that?" asked Lily, and Violet could hear a bit of breathlessness in her voice.

"No clue," shrugged Violet. She looked at Lily and could see she was blushing. "Why? Do you think he was cute?" she smirked.

"Just a little..." she trailed off.

The remaining time was spent discussing Quidditch ("What?! Flying? On brooms?!") and the enchanted Forest on the grounds ("Werewolves?!") until, finally, Lily let out a low gasp, "Look Vi... is that it?"