First Day

After the feast, Lily sat quietly at the Slytherin table, feeling the weight of the evening's events. The grand hall was buzzing with excitement and chatter, but her mind was focused on what lay ahead. The Sorting Hat's decision had surprised her, but she was determined to make the best of it.

As the plates cleared and the noise began to settle, a tall, confident-looking boy with a Slytherin prefect badge stood up. He had sleek, dark hair and a commanding presence. "First years, gather around," he called, his voice cutting through the din. "I'm Marcus Flint, your prefect. I'll be taking you to the Slytherin common room."

Lily joined the other first-year Slytherins as they clustered around Marcus. He led them out of the Great Hall and through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The atmosphere grew quieter and more solemn as they descended deeper into the dungeons.

"Welcome to Slytherin," Marcus said as they walked. "Our common room is located in the dungeons, under the Black Lake. It's a place of ambition and resourcefulness, where you'll find friends and allies to help you achieve greatness."

They finally stopped in front of a blank stone wall. Marcus turned to the group, a faint smile on his lips. "Remember this location well," he said. "The password is 'pureblood.'"

He spoke the password clearly, and the stone wall slid open to reveal a passageway. The first-years followed him inside, their eyes widening as they entered the Slytherin common room.

The common room was elegant and dark, with greenish lamps casting a soft glow over the stone walls. Rich tapestries and leather sofas gave the room an air of sophistication. The ceiling was low and adorned with intricate carvings, and the windows looked out into the murky depths of the Black Lake, where shadows of aquatic creatures could be seen swimming by.

"Welcome to your new home," Marcus said. "You'll find this a place where you can study, relax, and strategize. Remember, Slytherin values ambition, cunning, and determination. Use those qualities wisely."

He gestured towards a staircase leading further down. "Now, let's get you settled into your rooms. Each of you will have your own room for privacy and focus. Follow me."

Lily and the other first-years followed Marcus down the narrow staircase. The hallway at the bottom was lined with doors, each with a brass nameplate.

"Your names are already on the doors," Marcus explained. "Find your room, settle in, and get some rest. Classes start tomorrow, and you'll need to be prepared."

Lily walked slowly down the hall, her eyes scanning the nameplates. She finally found her room and pushed the door open. The room was cozy and well-appointed, with a four-poster bed, a wooden desk, and a wardrobe. A small window high on the wall let in a sliver of light from the lake outside.

She placed her trunk at the foot of the bed and released Midnight from his carrier. The black cat stretched and then leapt onto the bed, purring softly.

Lily sat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to absorb everything. The day had been overwhelming, filled with new experiences and emotions. She was in Slytherin, a house that demanded ambition and cunning. She knew she had to navigate carefully, building alliances and proving herself.

With a deep breath, she began unpacking her belongings, arranging her books and supplies neatly on the desk. She placed her wand on the bedside table, feeling a sense of comfort knowing it was within reach.

Once everything was in its place, she changed into her nightclothes and slipped into bed. Midnight curled up beside her, his presence soothing. Lily stared up at the dark ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of the future.

She knew her mission was complex and fraught with challenges, but she was determined to succeed. Hogwarts was a place of learning and opportunity, and she intended to make the most of it. With a sense of resolve, she closed her eyes, letting the gentle sounds of the lake lull her to sleep.

Tomorrow, her journey would truly begin.

Lily woke early the next morning, the faint light of dawn filtering through the small window in her room. She lay still for a moment, listening to the quiet sounds of the Slytherin dormitory. Today was her first day of classes at Hogwarts, and she felt a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Midnight stretched lazily at the foot of her bed, and Lily smiled, giving the cat a gentle scratch behind the ears. "Time to get up, Midnight. We've got a big day ahead of us."

She dressed quickly, donning her new Hogwarts robes and fastening her Slytherin tie with care. She grabbed her wand and her bag of books, feeling a surge of determination. This was her chance to prove herself.

The Slytherin common room was quiet as she made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. She joined the other students, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. She spotted Hermione and Harry at the Gryffindor table and gave them a small wave. They waved back, and Lily felt a pang of longing to sit with them. But she reminded herself of her mission and focused on her own table.

After a quick breakfast, the first-year Slytherins gathered their schedules and headed to their first class of the day: Potions with Professor Snape. The dungeons were cool and damp, the air filled with the faint scent of herbs and potions.

Professor Snape's classroom was dimly lit, with rows of desks and a large cauldron simmering at the front. Snape himself stood at his desk, his dark eyes scanning the room as the students filed in.

"Settle down," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Today we will begin with the basics of potion-making. Pay attention, and you may learn something useful."

Lily listened intently as Snape explained the ingredients and the process for brewing a simple potion. She followed his instructions carefully, measuring and mixing with precision. The potion began to take shape, its color and consistency matching Snape's description perfectly.

"Excellent, Miss Rose," Snape said as he passed her desk, his tone grudgingly approving. "A promising start."

Lily's heart swelled with pride. She continued to work diligently, feeling more confident with each successful step.

Next, the students headed to Charms with Professor Flitwick. The tiny, excitable professor stood on a stack of books to reach his desk, his high-pitched voice carrying across the room.

"Today we'll be practicing the Levitation Charm," he announced, demonstrating the proper wand movement and pronunciation. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Lily had practiced this spell with Hermione on the train, and she felt confident as she took out her wand. She focused on the feather in front of her, repeating the incantation. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The feather lifted gracefully into the air, hovering above her desk. Professor Flitwick clapped his hands in delight. "Well done, Miss Rose! Five points to Slytherin!"

Lily beamed, her confidence growing with each success. She enjoyed the class immensely, feeling a sense of accomplishment with every correctly performed spell.

After a short break, it was time for Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The stern professor wasted no time, diving straight into the lesson. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said, her eyes sharp. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Lily listened carefully, her attention fully focused. Transfiguration had always fascinated her, and she was eager to learn. Professor McGonagall demonstrated how to turn a matchstick into a needle, her movements precise and controlled.

"Now, you try," she instructed, passing out matchsticks to the class.

Lily concentrated, visualizing the matchstick transforming into a needle. She tapped it with her wand, saying clearly, "Transfiguro."

To her delight, the matchstick began to change, its wood turning into shiny metal. Within moments, she held a perfect needle in her hand.

"Impressive, Miss Rose," Professor McGonagall said, her tone approving. "Very well done. Ten points to Slytherin."

Lily felt a thrill of accomplishment. She knew Transfiguration would be one of her favorite subjects, and she was determined to excel.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of lessons and new experiences. In Herbology, she learned about magical plants and their properties. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Quirrell introduced them to basic defensive spells, though his nervous stutter made the lesson a bit difficult to follow.

By the time the final class ended, Lily was exhausted but exhilarated. She had done well in all her classes, and she felt a deep sense of satisfaction. As she made her way back to the Slytherin common room, she reflected on the day's events.

She had made a strong start, but she knew there was much more to learn. Her mission was always at the back of her mind, a reminder of the larger purpose guiding her actions. She was determined to succeed, to prove herself worthy of the challenges ahead.

Settling into a comfortable chair in the common room, Lily took out her Transfiguration textbook and began to review the day's lesson. Midnight curled up beside her, purring contentedly. As the fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room, Lily felt a sense of peace and determination.