A/N:
Ooookay, people. Yet another story, yeah, I know. I just can't
finish
one. Well, you know, I did. I just have to type and post
it. Lol. Anyway,
this one is called Stuck Between A Rock and A
Werewolf. Yes, I sort of stole
the GENERAL idea from Twilight
(more like New Moon, but whatever), both
books mentioned there
owned by Stephenie Meyer.
Disclaimer:
I do not own the book Harry Potter. Ms. Rowling does. I don't
even
really own the plot. Stephenie Meyer does. Oh, and chapter
title/lyrics
just below? Yeah, that's a song by
Quietdrive.
::Chapter One::
::Handsome
Devil's Benediction::
My
heart is gone
My thought was wrong
But I hope to find
that
Imperfection that makes me feel whole again
Lily
Marie Evans flitted through the old house, gently brushing dust
away
from long forgotten objects with her fingertips. Her deep
emerald eyes took
in the details of her old life. The life she
couldn't remember.
There was a photo of Lily and her mother, a
small painting of Lily's
father. He was dressed to go to a war
from which he had never returned.
Finally, Lily came to a small
wooden trunk. Opening the lid, she saw a
yellowed, brittle piece
of parchment. Her Hogwarts letter. Her parents had
been so proud
that she was a witch; so proud. They had died the summer that
she
turned sixteen, though. Father, in the war. Mother at THEIR hands.
THEY
hadn't even been kind enough to take her life the
conventional way, but
rather an agonizing eternity without her
family.
Lily reread the faded green ink, smiling slightly. She
sighed, and refolded
the letter carefully, placing it into its
envelope.
It was labelled, quite neatly: Miss Lily Evans, 259
Oakfield Land,
Lanchester, July 1st, 1864. Lily Evans was making
her glorious return to
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Though, she'd probably have to
update her school robes.
"I
guess this means shopping." She sighed aloud, her musical voice
filling
the air. She flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder and
left, taking one
last fleeting glance at the contents of her human
life.
In Diagon Alley, Lily went immediately to
Gringott's Wizarding Bank. The
goblins always kept a respectable
distance from her when she made her
infrequent visits.
"Miss
Evans," The head of the bank, the oldest goblin working there,
appeared before Lily. "It was been nearly two
decades."
"I've been travelling." Lily murmured.
"France, Bulgaria, and even a brief
stay in Transylvania."
"I
hear the werewolves how taken over Transylvania." Bortrav, the
head
goblin commented.
"Indeed," Lily hissed.
No
more conversation was made as the two made their way to Lily's
vault.
Lily collected a small pile of gold and then the girl and
the goblin made
their way back up to the ground level.
Once
outside, Lily's eyes turned slightly darker than they had been,
and
her red hair shone vibrantly. A baseball cap shaded her face,
and her long
sleeves covered her arms. She kept her hands shoved
in her pockets. While
sun wouldn't hurt her, it made her paleness
stand out. She didn't want to
draw attention to herself.
"Oy!
Miss! You dropped your bag!" A deep voice called.
Lily turned
and saw two boys standing there. One had glasses, hazel eyes,
and
very messy black hair. He had her small purse in his hand. The other
was
darker, with sandy hair and brown eyes. She was downwind of
them, and caught
his scent instantly. Her vampiric instincts
kicked in, and she growled
softly.
"Thank you." She
reached out to receive the purse quickly. Suddenly, the
boy with
the distinct scent stiffened and growled low in his throat.
"Pardon
me, do I know you?" Lily asked him politely, seeing the
direction
of his gaze. It was all she could do not to attack.
"I
think I've seen you before. Did you vacation in France this summer?"
the
boy asked. "I'm Remus Lupin, by the way."
"Fitting,"
Lily hissed so that only Remus could hear. "No, actually. I
spent my summer in Transylvania. I'm transferring from
Durmstrang."
"Durmstrang? Are you a Slytherin, then?"
The other boy, James Potter –
Remus had hissed the name to Lily
as he spoke – eyed her suspiciously.
"No, fifth year
Gryffindor. Dumbledore's hat apparently saw a…special kind
of
bravery in me." Lily's dark emerald eyes became shadowed. James'
scent
was almost too much for her. It was mouth-watering and
tempting.
"Don't even think about it." The words were
projected into Lily's ears as
Remus passed her. "James, I'm
headed to Flourish and Blott's." the
sandy-haired boy said
aloud.
"Right behind you, mate." James turned to Lily.
"Didn't catch your name."
"Lily Evans." Lily
replied softly.
"See you on the Express, Lily Evans."
James winked and disappeared into the
crowd.
Lily released a
breath that she hadn't realized that she was holding.
Between a
boy that smelled that appetizing and his werewolf friend, she
wasn't
sure if she could make it. Oh, the joys of being a teenage vampire
