Through no fault of her own, Lily Evans had been sorted into Slytherin. And that was complete tosh. While her desire to be in Slytherin could be blamed – in its entirety – on Severus Snape, the actual fault lay with her and her alone. The sorting hat had been quite determined to put her into Gryffindor, but she had argued it into submission. Eventually, it caved and placed her in Slytherin. And that was the end of her carefree childhood.

All of Severus' lies about it not mattering that she was a muggleborn came crashing down at the first test. When forced to choose between her and the rest of their house, he had chosen Slytherin without a second thought. He still claimed – when no one was around to hear him – that he wanted to be friends with her. But she wasn't interested. She didn't need friends. She had found, in second year, a way to play her music without the teachers realizing, and she was content with that. She was just waiting patiently for her time at Hogwarts to be done.

In a monumental display of complete idiocy, the school had decided to run all classes double, so as to foster comradeship. Which meant, unfortunately for her, that all Slytherin classes were had with the Gryffindors. It was hideous. Not that the Hufflepuffs or the Ravenclaws were good. They just weren't as bad as the Gryffindors, who seemed to think it was their calling in life to torture anyone connected to the silver and green.

She was in for a very long year, she thought, slouching into Transfiguration. She went directly to a seat in a back corner, nonverbally cast the spell to start her music (and signal her if someone spoke to her or paid attention to her), and settled back to watch the grass grow out the window.


Remus watched Lily Evans walk in. He wasn't sure what to think of her. He had met her for the first time at the prefect's meeting on the Hogwarts Express. She seemed irritated with having been chosen, though not half so much as the rest of the Slytherins. She had barely acknowledged anyone with more than a glare, and had not spoken once during the whole meeting. If a question was addressed to her, she either nodded or shook her head. That was that apparent extent to her communication skills.

He supposed it was unfair of him to say it was the first time they met, but it seemed that way. They had classes in the same school for years, but somehow she never quite seemed there. He couldn't recall ever seeing her in the Great Hall, and in classes she managed to basically disappear.

Still, he felt bad for her. Her ability to ignore everyone seemed to offend certain personality types. She had certainly been the victim of more than a few of the Marauder's pranks, and he got the distinct impression she was not well liked – or well treated – by her own house. He wondered if the reason she didn't talk was that she didn't have anyone to talk to.

"Oi," Sirius called. "Moony, don't tell me you're after that one," he jerked his head in Lily's direction. "I guarantee she's got a bear trap down there that'll rip your dick to pieces if you even come close to trying."

"Ugh . . ." James added. "You've just planted awful images in my head Padfoot. And anyway, Moony's got better taste than that." James surveyed her. "She couldn't look more Slytherin, with that nasty black hair, pale skin, and hideous make up." He snorted. "Actually, she looks a bit like she bypassed Slytherin and went straight to vampire."

Remus didn't say anything. He didn't laugh, but he didn't argue with them either. He knew it would only result in them insulting her even more loudly. He was scheduled to patrol with her tonight. Maybe he would getter a better feel for her then.


She was waiting for the prat in the hall by the prefect bathroom. He was late, of course. If there was one thing you could count on the Marauders for, it was treating you like dirt. They were the kings of the school, and figured everyone else for a load of peasant subjects. Lily seriously considered just leaving. What was the worst that could happen? God knew she would absolutely weep if she was stripped of her prefect badge, she thought sarcastically.

She heard him coming. Glancing to the side, she watched him walk up to her.

"Hey," Lupin said.

She simply nodded in return.

"So," he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Where do you want to head first?"

She shrugged. She thought he had to be daft if he figured she cared at all.

"Erm . . . I suppose we could just sort of, wander," he suggested.

She shrugged again and started off in the direction she happened to be facing. He fell into step beside her.

She rolled her eyes. "We don't actually have to do this together," she said. "You can go your way, and I can go mine, and Prewitt never needs to know the difference."

Lupin looked taken aback. "He made it pretty clear we're supposed to patrol in pairs. And with you being a . . . " he caught himself and tried to recover, "girl," he said.

She raised any eyebrow. "Really? That's your big save?" She shook her head, launching into a full scale imitation of him. "'Don't worry. I'm not at all prejudiced against blood status. Purebloods, halfbloods, mudbloods, I love 'em all. But don't get me started on girls."

He blinked at her, rocking back on his heels. "You know, over all, the decision not to talk? Probably a good one," he said.

She didn't waste any effort on glaring at him. "Wanker," she said, flipping on her music. She didn't even bother to add the spell that alerted her when people talked to her. She was fairly sure he said something to her a few more times, but she had no problem ignoring him with rock blasting in her ears.


In case you are wondering, this is in no way connected to the story line of "Among Her Least Favorite People." I wanted to write a fic about what might have happened if Lily was sorted into Slytherin, and couldn't decide which direction to take, so I'm writing both simultaneously. They will go very different places.