One Picture

by FlitwicksLittleSister

When Ginny Weasley goes to Hogwarts, she meets her new muggle-born friend Demelza Robins. They hear stories of James Potter and Lily Evans, and that they didn't leave another mark on this world except their son. But what if Lily did leave a mark? What if Lily left her ghost? Chapters with (G) is Ginny's POV unless stated, and the same for (D) for Demelza. (A) is authors note.

1. Prologue (D)

A/N: This is the prologue of this story. I will be updating this story as much as I can in the future. If you haven't read the summary already, I suggest you read it. I have a small idea regarding a prophecy and one Lily Evans. Oh, and by the way, (Disclaimer) If I owned the charcters of Harry Potter I would be sitting on the porch of my beach-front villa sipping a refreshing tequila watching the sun disappear under the turquoise sea. Sadly, I am not doing this, so I don't own anything about Harry Potter.

Prologue

"Oh yes, this is Lily Evans, my childhood bestfriend…" Her mum, Alice, said, as if thinking back to old memories. The girl on the picture was beautiful, with silky auburn hair and bright green eyes. Alice and Lily were standing next to a roller coaster with a huge ice-cream cone in each of their hands, happily licking away. Demelza and Alice had started a summer project, going through old pictures, as Demelza, was leaving to a boarding school called Hogwarts in a month. And it was for witches and wizards. Demelza was a witch. When she had found out she thought she was being tricked, but then the lady that came to tell her, Professor McGonagall, transformed into a cat and back and Demelza danced in joy.

"Mum, what happened to her? Is she still in contact with you?" Demelza queried, going back to the subject of Lily Evans.

"No, my love, sadly she is not. She moved out of Cornwall when she was 11 and I never received any letters from her," Alice replied sadly.

"Thats terrible! At least you have Great Aunt Ruth to keep you company now-a-days!" Great Aunt Ruth was about 100 years old and lived in a small house that smelled like damp fur. She couldn't cook anything, and always critiqued the way the Robins' household was being run.

"This is why I will miss you, Demelza…" Alice chuckled.

"But Mum, we'll see each other at Christmas and I promise to write at least every 2 weeks." Demelza responded.

"I'M HOOOME!" Her fathers booming voice bellowed from downstairs."

"Now dear, come say hello to your father," Alice said and got up and left the room. Demelza did the same, only sparing one last glance at Lily Evans and Demelza's mum. Little did she know that this one picture was the start to a great adventure