PROLOGUE
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DATE: September 1, 1977
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Everything starts from a prologue, and not just books. Every individual has their own tale to tell. And here is mine. The day I first attended Hogwarts…
Unfamiliar sounds passed me as I tried to catch up with all of the crowds. My dark brown hair clung onto me like a cloak, and it was a huge mess. I was about to board the train, as I lowered down my luggage onto the platform. I quickly thrust my wand into my black boot. The autumn breeze passed me; I clung onto my red twill coat. I stepped onto the train, and had no idea where to sit. I grabbed an empty compartment and sat there. I began to read my French book. Several different commotions began to occur.
"She will never love you Snivellus!" an unfamiliar British voice yelled.
"At least she won't go out with a buffoon like you, Potter!" another British voice screamed at the previous voice.
Then a boy with overgrown black hair and pasty, pale skin stumbled (Although, I was pretty positive that he was probably pushed into It.) into my compartment.
"Bonjour, puis-je vous aider?" I questioned him in my French tongue.
He scowled and sat on the other side. The other boy, however, was followed by two others. He had jet black unkempt hair with circle shaped glasses. Then there were two individuals who followed him. The one on his right had an unruly mane of curly black hair with a coy mischievous smile. The other one has slight outgrown brown hair in soft waves that competed with mine and his face was kept in a deep trail of thought look.
"Now, Snivelly, don't be rude to this gorgeous, witch," the one with glasses taunted the other black haired individual who sat across from me. "James Potter," he said offering a hand with a cocky smile, "nice to meet you."
I shook his hand in slight manner.
"Alisa Thomas," I said to him, "the pleasure is all mine."
The boy who went by “Snivellus” (or so it seems, for I am almost absolutely positive that it is not his real name) was muttering some words. I could only come across the words "swooning" "transfer" and "student".
"Vous parlez français?" I asked them.
They looked at me like I had ten heads. I tried again.
"Do you guys speak French or Italian?" I asked them in my heavy Italian brogue.
They just shook their heads at me.
The boy with dark slight overgrown curls offered me a hand. "Remus Lupin," he said. "And that's Sirius Black." He said pointing to the one with unkempt raven colored hair.
"Now, Moony, you don't need to introduce me to this Fair Lady," he said and kissed my hand.
I blushed at his manner. A red head appeared out of nowhere. Her distinct green almond eyes stared down into my hazel ones.
"You guys are already picking on the transfer student!" she chastised them.
"Now, Evans, we were only becoming acquainted with her," James said.
"Well, you shouldn't become acquainted with an arrogant toe-rag like him," the Evans girl said.
"Perché no?" I questioned her in Italian.
"You guys were taunting an Italian transfer?!?" she yelled in frustrastion.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Evans,” James taunted with a malicious glint in his eyes.
"Well, technically no, Lily," "Snivellus" spoke up, shortly after James’ commentary on “Lily”.
"Well, this is the day! Finally, Snivelly has spoken up for the good side!" Sirius taunted.
"His name is Severus, Black," Lily spoke up.
"She's a trilingual student, Evans," James said.
"Sounds like a Ravenclaw to me," Sirius puffed.
"Actually, everybody thinks I'll be sorted into Slytherin," I said fending for myself, quickly brisking away his comment.
Severus smiled at the sound of this.
"Shut it, Snivelly," James said with a more serious tone. "And why is that?"
"The only reason I was transferred, was because I'm a Parseltongue," I said.
They just stared at me…Except for Severus. He seemed to have a coy smirk upon his face.
"What?" I said feeling uncomfortable.
