A/N: So! this is my Harry Potter Fiction! I have another one set from the 'Goblet of Fire' onwards, but it needs a bit of tweaking before it gets published. Please, R&R and let me know what you think about this.

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ps: This story only uses the title 'Pride & Prejudice'. It does not use the story at all. Disclaimer: All the lovely characters and such that you recognise belong to J.K Rowling.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief. – Marcus Tullius Cicero

Lily Evans is a sweet girl. We have been friends since we were eleven, and we met on the Hogwarts express on September 1st, 1971. She looked so misty-eyed with her bright green eyes darting everywhere, like an over-aware mouse in a Cattery.

She later explained it was because she was a Muggle-born. It explained a lot about her, to be honest. But the thing is, she made magic fun again for me. I re-learned everything I had taken for granted, and saw it through her eyes. I had been brought up totally alone. The Heiress to a Pure-blooded fortune. Bred to last, and be sold off like a mare to the highest bidder. I felt like I was the one grey hair on a vain brunettes' head. The black sheep, but not so cliché. I hated my family, and the fact that they believed all this clap-trap about Blood supremacy. My mother married Pureblood, as did her brother and sister, and their parents etc. for generations.

Personally, I think it has made us inbred and idiotic. I would like to have a thought and a personality that isn't… Fletcher. I wanted to be me. Not the surname, but the first name. Lils made me feel like that. She wasn't spiteful, in fact, I don't think there was a bad bone in that wonderful girl's body. Her soul was like her hair. Warm. She broke down all the misconceptions I had about muggle born witches and wizards, and in that eight-hour journey, I learned more about myself than I had in eleven years.

Appearance-wise, I was the darker looking, more sinister version of Lils. Where she was bright and red haired and emerald-eyed, I had long burgundy, wavy hair and pale skin. God forbid I ever got a tan. "Only workers have dirty tanned skin. Paleness is the sign of aristocracy." As mother would hiss. How medieval. Lily looked like the warmer, kinder, better version of me. I had greenish grey eyes. I wish they were better. I bet they were only murky because of all the inbreeding over the centuries. No wonder some of the family are completely gaga. We chattered about the magical world versus the muggle, and she introduced me to her friend; Severus. He was an odd boy. He lived not far from Lils, and was a half-blood. His mother is a witch, while his father (which was hissed with disgust), is a muggle. He wore over-large clothes, that were greying, frayed and dirty. Poor thing. He settled as close to Lils as he could sit, without, you know, sitting on her lap, and we began chattering.

We chatted of the houses we were hoping to be sorted into and I noticed Severus' hopes that he and Lily be together in Slytherin. Unfortunately, with my family background, I was hoping to avoid the snakes. I mentioned as much when four others joined our compartment and introduced themselves to us; James Potter, a well-known Pure-blood. Miraculously born to a woman who believed she could bear none. His parents were slightly older than mine, but, until the Potters were deemed 'blood-traitors' our families moved in the same circles. Sirius Black was next. He had a similar upbringing to myself, and had similar views on said upbringing. He however, believed himself to be the epitome of hard done-by. No one could match him in the 'sob-story' department, and it grated on my nerves. He was annoyingly charming, well-mannered and beautiful, as the first-born of a family like his should be. And he loved it. Every little privilege his name could bring, but he was also disgusted by it. It was like his personality warred with his upbringing.

We introduced ourselves, before the other two could. I immediately secured Potter and Black's attention at the mention of my surname, and the suitable sneers and insults that go with them. I shrugged them off, as they turned to their next target: Severus. He came from a poor family, and his clothes were second hand, patched and grotty. He had grown his hair out in an attempt to be cool, but also to hide behind the lengthy curtains that draped over his overly-pale face. His dark eyes sharpened as the boys began their relentless teasing.

My attention was drawn by the other two boys in the carriage with us. Later introduced as Peter Pettigrew; a twitchy, nervous, sweaty boy, who was convinced (as were we all) that he was Hufflepuff material, and Remus Lupin, a Half-blood boy from a small village in the middle of rural England who just wanted to get an education, regardless of which house he was in. An attitude I was surprised by, but impressed with. Very mature for an eleven year old.

Potter was adamant he was going to be in Gryffindor. Of that he was willing to stake his inheritance on. I would have loved to be in Gryffindor. It radiated a sense of belonging and acceptance. If I was to get into Gryffindor, I could be myself and not worry about the consequences. I could see the exact same myriad of emotions reflected on Black's visage. He caught my eye and nodded once.

Ah.

He understood.

Good.

After that short conversation, the pests left, hissing obscenities and insults at poor Severus, whilst Lily and myself glared. We all changed into our robes and excitedly chattered about the oncoming sorting. If only the child-like excitement could last forever.

We stood in line after chatting with the sternest looking professor. Ever. She explained how things were going to go in school. The house will be like your family. I hope not. You will earn points for achievements and good behaviour. Rule breaking will lose points. Blah. Blah. I could see Lils hanging on her every word. Merlin Lils! You have drool on your chin! We were then lined up like sheep and herded to the Great Hall, where we would be sorted in front of the whole School.

We waited patiently. Severus, Lils and I holding hands. We'd silently decided no matter what house we'd be in, we'd still be there for each other. Lily was called up first; the first to break our connection. She sat nervously there, and Sev and I put on happy faces for her. Within moments, the hat had shouted Gryffindor and off she went to join Black at the table. She turned her eyes to us and watched. Soon I heard "Fletcher, Amelia-Jean!" and I made my way to the three-legged stool. I sat patiently as the hat was lowered over my face and waited. In the darkness, its voice sounded like silk in my ear.

Well, if it isn't another black sheep, eager to escape the flock. You are passionate about those less fortunate than you, have a strong will and desire to prove yourself, but you refuse to use underhand tactics. You could be something special were you in Slytherin.

"In Slytherin, I would be just another Fletcher. I don't want to be just another Fletcher."

Very well. If you're sure…Gryffindor!

I smiled at myself, looking at the table cheering for me. Clearly, they don't realise how dark my family truly is, otherwise I wouldn't have had such a reception. I sat next to Lils and took her hand. We were both praying for Severus. At least we could keep an eye out for him while we're here. Especially from that Dunderhead, Potter. Who had just ended up in Gryffindor and attempted to squeeze between Lily and myself. We made sure he couldn't. Idiot.

Sadly, it seemed Severus was not meant to be in Gryffindor, and he slunk sadly off to the Silver-tongued Snakes at the other end of the hall. Lily and I chatted quietly as we ate our food, about what we expected, our subjects etc. as we both seemed preoccupied with Sev's induction to Slytherin. I lowered my gaze to the table as I munched at roast potatoes, while Lily stared at him, her bright eyes glowing with regret. I managed to persuade her to try some of the treacle tart – apparently her favourite – as I took a piece of Black Forest Gateaux for myself. I attempted some chatter about what subjects she studied in a Muggle primary school. Apparently, small children were expected to receive an education between 5 and 18. They would start at a Primary school at 5, and stay until 8, then go to middle school until 14 and then move to Secondary school to finish. Either that, or some places had the system Primary; 5-11, Secondary 11-18. It seemed like a good system to me. Maybe I would decide to take Muggle Studies as an elective in third year. That would certainly give mother a heart attack! Shrugging to myself, I realised that the Headmaster was dismissing us. We followed after our Prefects, who gave us a mini-tour, told us about some passages, some doors who masqueraded as walls and vice versa. Then he told us that the staircases moved around a lot. We finally made it to our dormitories and settled in for the night.

I just hope, no, pray, that things will work out alright.