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