USALLY LIV would be woken by the sweet smell of Remus' breakfast pancakes; or sometimes, just sometimes, the click-clack of high heels rushing to the front door after one of Remus' lady friends came for drinks the evening before. But today, she woke to the sound of a thunderstorm, and she didn't wake up happy liked she'd imagined after spending her first night at hogwarts.
Liv was sad. The bed she was in wasn't hers, and the sleeping beings surrounding her were merely strangers – when they should be her new friends. She missed the most important night of her life being cooped up in the hospital wing when she should have been getting to know her room mates for the next seven years. Liv felt a million miles behind.
The rain fell harder against the fogged window pane as her thoughts waltzed through her mind. She blindly picked up her sweater from the unpacked trunk abandoned on the floor; for the first years bedroom was eerily cold.
Her footsteps echoed softy as she made for the stairs following the glow lighting up the Gryffindor common room, which should have been at such an early hour. The scrawny head of a young boy, most likely a first year, came clearer as Liv got closer.
"It's very early," Liv whispered, carefully not to startle the unaware boy, who nonetheless quickly turned his head and dropped the wand he was fiddling with between his fingers.
Piercing green eyes met Liv's own through a pair of very thick circle rimmed glasses. He leant forward to pick up his wand, his dark hair uncovering what it was hiding beneath. A deep wound, like someone had carved a knife down his forehead.
"I couldn't sleep," he said quietly.
"Me neither,"
Liv sat beside the boy with a sigh, feeling very awkward. Beside from wanting to offer some comfort to lonely boy spending his first hogwarts morning grieving on the couch, Liv knew exactly who lonely boy was and had no idea how to approach the infamous wizard celeb.
"I've been at Hogwarts 12 hours and I've seemed to cause more trouble than I have in my lifetime," she began to ramble, "this is really, reeaaalllly, was not how it was supposed to go,"
Harry chuckled to himself, "so I've heard,"
Liv raised a brow, "heard? What have you heard?"
"Well- the word went around last night that a mysterious blonde had already put her Gryffindor qualities to show," Harry admitted with a smirk, watching Liv groan into her hands, "and yet she never turned up after the feast,"
"That's it then, that's my title. The girl who without a name who likes to throw hands?"
Harry slowly turned red, but for his luck Liv did not notice in the dim light, and played with the hem of his jumper, "that's not all they were saying,"
"What are they saying!" Liv hushed at the boy. Harry shook his head. "You tell me right now!"
Liv playfully jabbed Harry in the ribs continuously, asking the boy to spill. whatever it was he was so declined to say, "tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"
Harry squirmed, unimpressed at her motions until it got too much and his giggles were too strong to force down. He reddened once more, grabbed at her hands and looked to the ground.
"They didn't just say you're a mysterious blonde," Harry said softly, "they said you were one of the most beautiful girls they'd ever seen,"
Her cheeks flushed brighter than the twins hair and scrunched her nose in embarrassment. Her father had always called her beautiful, and yet hearing it from someone else seemed so surreal.
"They said that?"
"Yeah," Harry said flatly. "They weren't wrong,"
"No?"
"And they weren't wrong about being mysterious," Harry added, "we've been sat here 10 minutes and you still haven't told me your name,"
"I'm Liv,"
"Harry,"
"I know,"
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Liv stared at ceiling of Snape's potions room, part of her hoping it would just collapse in and simply crush them all; anything to bring this god awful class to an end. She had taken a seat at a desk further to the back of the class hoping she wouldn't get caught slacking as easily, but was beginning to think it was a stupid idea because potions was a boring class; or maybe Snape was a boring teacher, either her way when Liv had briefly rested her eyes shut for a single moment Snape was towering over her desk the moment she opened them once more and was threatening that if she laid another finger on one of his students he'd make sure Liv never stepped foot in Hogwarts again.
Way harsh, Professor.
"Just ignore that," the girl beside Liv had muttered beside her, he has no authority to expel you,"
"Are you sure?"
"Certain. I'm Hermione Granger by the way," she held out her small hand, "it's a shame we didn't get to meet you last night, but we assumed you'd snuck off to the boys dormitory,"
Liv scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Boys are the last thing on my mind right now,"
It was true. She'd heard a group of first year hufflepuffs drooling over their new quidditch seeker and wanted to hex them out the way despite not knowing a single curse yet, so instead, she rolled her eyes and turned in her tracks and headed back round the corridor, costing her to be late to her first transfiguration class.
She moved to leave the second the class was dismissed, but Dean had grabbed her wrist, only for Liv to turn in surprise and find it wasn't Dean holding onto her at all, but rather a boy from slytherin.
"Alright, Cuz?"
Liv eyes narrowed in way she had hoped would be intimidating, but rather made her look like a confused dog. If Snape wasn't in the room, Liv would have pushed the strange boy to the floor for grabbing her like that, but instead she raised an eyebrow and said: "that's not my name."
"I meant cousin, stupid,"
Suddenly Fred & George's pranks seemed a whole lot better, for this was singlehandedly the worst joke Liv had ever witness, even worse then Remus' god-awful dad jokes.
"I'm not your cousin," Liv sighed, stuffing her wand and books into her school bag, "we've never met,"
"I would have thought you'd be used to not meeting family members by now, Liv,"
Liv had briefly stopped shoving her belongings into her bag due to nearly chocking at the boys responses. She could feel Snape's eyes on them from the shadows of the class. She lowered her voice. "How do you know that? And how the fuck do you know my name?"
"My mothers mentioned you—"
"Who the fuck is your mother?"
"– she asked me to keep an eye out, make sure you're not making friends with the wrong sort..."
His eyes flickered to Dean.
"But it would appear I'm too late,"
"Well tell your mother to go fu –"
Snape had seemingly drifted towards Liv and the others in one swift movement and shouted her name in a way she'd never heard before.
"Class has been dismissed"
"I was just leaving but –"
"Leave then. Now"
Liv shot one last stern look to Malfoy and strutted out the class, with Dean at her heels.
"So is Malfoy really your cousin then?"
"Could be," Liv sighed, heading towards the great hall for lunch, "we're both purebloods,"
Sitting down beside Ron, Liv grabbed the nearest ham sandwich and bitt off a chunk. "Who cares anyway, that family's dead to me,"
The second half of the ham sandwhich was taken from Liv's grasp, a certain lanky, red head was behind the crime, chuckling as he shoved it into his mouth.
"Fred!" Liv called in disbelief, "there's a whole plate of sandwiches there. Why'd you take mine?"
"It could have been poisoned, I could have just saved your life,"
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