A/N: I got tired of the same stories that I've been working on, so I tossed this one together to make it interesting. Not to worry though, my main promise to everyone is that i will never leave a story unfinished, though it may take me a while to update them. Please R & R!
An eleven-year-old girl stood in front of the Leaky Cauldron, twisting her small hands nervously as she chewed on her lip. Her red hair shown in the soft afternoon sunlight, and strangely enough, the small child was standing alone. After another five minutes of starring at the nearly hidden bar, the redhead sighed softly and shakily made her way inside the building. Taking small steps, she leaned her form against the edge of the bar and eyed the barkeeper hopefully.
"Excuse me? Erm . . . Excuse me . . . Sir?"she asked in a quiet voice.
A tall man with thick hair and straight, white teeth turned to face her with a raised eyebrow. "Sir? Call me Tom, little lady," the handsome barkeeper replied.
The girl hesitated, her cheeks tinging pink. "Er, Tom, then? Could you . . . How do you . . ." she trailed off, blowing a strand of hair out of her startling green eyes.
Tom, who was used to tentative muggleborns asking him questions about Hogwarts and the whereabouts of Diagon Alley, just smiled, setting down the glass he had been cleaning with a small rag. "And what is your name," he asked in what he hoped to be a soothing tone.
"Lily." she stated. "Lily Evans."
Tom patted her shoulder. "Muggleborn, I presume?"
Lily stared blankly at him for a moment, her jaw slightly ajar. It seemed that after a few second she realized she was being rude so Lily closed her mouth. "A what? I'm sorry, but I don't really know how these things work . . ."
Tom nodded understandingly. "You want to know how to get to Diagon Alley."
Lily paused, than pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from the pocket of her jean skirt. Opening it, her eyes scanned until she saw 'Diagon Alley' scrawled in neat green letters. "Yes, I think that's where I'm supposed to go. It would be helpful if you knew what I was to do and--"
Lily stopped talking when she noticed that Tom was looking around the bar as if trying to find somebody. For Tom, seeing newcomers was quite normal, but the kids usually had frightened parents at their side. It was becoming clear that Lily was alone. "Where are you parents, Lily?" he asked finally.
Lily frowned, giving a little sniff. She didn't want to tell a complete stranger about her personal life, even if he was nice. Instead, she thought up a quick explanation to her isolation. "Do you always ask personal questions?" she asked, her green eyes flashing with annoyance. When Tom showed no sign of backing away from his question, Lily made a clucking sound with her tongue. "They dropped me off outside. My Mum's shopping in London, and besides, I'm old enough to go by myself."
Tom was surprised at the little girls wit, and instead of persisting he beckoned for her to follow him around back where a few trash cans were covering a dirty brick wall.
"Huh?" Lily tilted her head in confusion as she watched Tom tap specific bricks. What happened next made her jaw drop for the second time that afternoon.
The bricks were moving apart, revealing a long and cheerful looking cobblestone street. The scene washed over her, temporarily freezing her in place until Tom's voice rang through her ears.
"So long, Lily Evans. Good luck with your shopping!" Than, the handsome barkeeper bayed her goodbye and stepped back inside, closing the door with a snap.
Lily was amazed at the brightly colored shops and stands that littered Diagon Alley's streets. There were animals she had never seen in her entire life that were just sitting in cages on the side of the road, almost as if it were completely normal to own huge turtles with brightly colored shells trying to spit fire at a passerby's ankles.
The shop that interested Lily the most, however, was a gigantic book shop with a huge ceiling that towered above the shops resting beside it. When she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, Lily was able to interpret that the store was called 'Flourish and Blotts'.
Deciding that she wanted to take a look at some wizarding books and also buy her school books, Lily pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside. The room had a slight odor of paper and new books, a smell that Lily loved. Smiling, she walked down a large shelf, examining the titles of various books that caught her eye. The topics were equally strange as they were interesting. Ranging from Advanced Charms to How to Catch a Lethifold, they were all extremely foreign, almost as if written in a different language.
Lily pulled the supply paper from her skirt pocket once more. It was the supply list for Hogwarts, and Lily ran a petite finger down the list until she got to the set course books. The Standard Book of Spells: Grade One by Miranda Goshwirp was the first one on the list. She was just about to ask the bookkeeper for help in finding the book when Lily heard voices coming from the opening door.
"I cannot believe you, Sirius. You just had to push Peter into that bucket of flobberworms, didn't you?"
"Actually, I thought it was quite funny."
"You see, Remus? James thinks it was funny too."
Lily turned to see three boys around her own age bustling into view. One was about an inch taller than the other two, and had sandy blonde hair and gray eyes that crinkled at the edges, making Lily wonder why he looked so tired. The boy standing next to the tall boy had shaggy dark-brown hair that showed off his perfect face. Lily knew that this boy could have been a model in the non-wizarding world if he wanted to. The last boy had strange black hair that stuck out at odd angles in the back. He wore silver glasses that framed mischievous hazel eyes. He too was very good-looking.
"I don't care if it was funny. Did you see the look on Peter's mum's face when she saw the worm slime dripping from his hair?" the blonde boy pestered the other two.
The boy with the brown hair shrugged. "Relax, Remus. I know you think it was funny, too. You were just acting like it wasn't because all the parents were watching."
The blonde boy, or Remus as the brown haired boy had called him, frowned at the other boys and then, out of the blue, gave the brown-haired boy a shove. Lily, not having the quickest reflexes, did not have enough time to move out of the way and gave a small squeak of surprise when the boy came crashing into her. Both eleven-year-olds went tumbling against the bookshelf, sending a heavy volume upon their heads.
"Merlin! I'm so sorry, Sirius! Are you okay?" exclaimed Remus, stumbling over to help his dizzy friend up. James had stepped over to help Lily up as well. She blinked her eyes hard, a hand running through her hair in an attempt to rub the bump that was forming on her head.
When Sirius turned to apologize to the person he had bumped into, he immediately forgot that a huge book had just fallen on his head. He stuck out a hand, smiling flirtatiously. "Sirius Black at your service, madam."
Lily opened her eyes, and blushed when she saw the handsome boy, Sirius, smiling at her. "Oh, er, Lily Evans." She shook hands with Sirius, and the other two boys seemed to take this as a sign to introduce themselves as well.
"James Potter," said the black-haired boy who had helped her up earlier. Lily smiled, shaking his hand which was rough with calluses.
She turned to the last boy, Remus as she recalled, who was rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Er, sorry about the book. I didn't mean to hurt you, just Sirius, and--"
Lily cut him off. "Lily Evans," she said, sticking out her hand as Sirius had done. Remus grinned, grasping her small hand and pumping it with his own.
"Remus Lupin," he said, letting go of her hand.
Sirius grinned again, this time more to the entire group then just Lily. "Soooo, are you a first year?" he asked.
Lily bit her lip, trying to think back to her letter. What had it said? "I . . . I think so." she replied, eyes moving to look at her feet embarrassment. These boys looked as though they were knowledgeable about wizards. She on the other hand, knew next to nothing.
James shrugged, mussing up the back of his hair. "Muggleborn?" he asked, as if it were no big deal.
Lily looked back up into their eyes. Remus and Sirius had hardly moved an eyelash when James asked if she was a muggleborn. Maybe she had nothing to be ashamed of. "Yes, everything is new to me. I'll probably be the only one who doesn't know a thing about magic," she said sadly.
"Aw, don't worry about it, Lily. When we get to Hogwarts we'll be as clueless as you will." said Remus reassuringly. He then bent to pick up the book that had fallen on Sirius and Lily's heads.
Lily still felt nervous. What if everything went wrong? What if she was so bad at magic, she got sent home?
James, noticing the worried expression that Lily was wearing, coughed and turned to Sirius, trying to change the subject. "Want to go get an ice-cream?"
Sirius's eyes brightened, and he let out a bark-like laugh. "Yeah, I do! Remus, come on!"
Lily sighed, and went back to reading her list. Maybe she'd see the boys at Hogwarts the next week. In the meantime, Lily wanted to start trying to find her supplies. The three boys turned on their heels and were halfway to the door when Sirius realized something.
"Hey, Lils! Aren't you coming?" he nearly shouted, causing shoppers to either glare or mutter incoherently.
Lily immediately brightened. If she was invited, she may as well wait to find her school supplies. After all, maybe later Sirius, Remus, and James would help her find everything because it was apparent that they knew more about wizards then she did. Lily tucked her supply list back into her pocket and followed the boys who were waiting, Remus holding the door open. Maybe she'd just made some friends today. Maybe her new life as a witch would be better than her other life as a muggle.
A/N: Hope you liked it!