TURNING MY CLOSET INSIDE OUT

By Divya Sharma

Introduction

There was once a girl. She was a witch in the normal world and a muggleborn for the magical world. An outcast for both.

But she went to school like any other witch would have. Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. There were many people who weren't pureblood maniacs but none of them came even close to getting to know me. Don't take me in the wrong way. Some people tried, Alice Jinx and Remus Lupin among them, but no one really succeeded and soon everyone took her for a hopeless girl. She was tagged a big L for loser.

Yet, she lived on as simply as she could. Some people picked on her. Some did more than just that. Few left her alone. And she was glad for that.

I, without being anyone in this story, am going to tell you the tale of Lily Evans.

Chapter One Skipping Stones.

23rd June, Hogwarts, almost midnight, sixth year.

Skipping stones. One thing she loved about her school. Somehow she managed to skip stones at least seven times in the lake but fail in every muggle place she tried.

Lily Evans was sitting alone on a fallen tree log beside the lake of Hogwarts, skipping stones. This wasn't new to her. She had found herself in this place many times in the past six years she had been in Hogwarts. And anyway, what would she rather do? She didn't have a boyfriend to snog senseless in some broom cupboard, she didn't have any pajama party to attend in some crowded dorm, and she didn't even have a party to give life to in some hidden magical hall.

So, she skipped stones.

And loved every second of it.

Why, you ask? Because it was any day better being beaten up in the dungeons by a pack of ruthless slytherins, better than being insulted by any of the blonde bitches, better than being hit upon in crowded pubs, better than lying in bed crying tears of blood. Better than being physically abused by her own drunk father.

So, she skipped stones.

She was born with beautiful green eyes that had the ability to change colour. They turned bright emerald when she was really happy, not so often, and almost black dark green when she was deep in thought, angry or sad. Also she had long dark straight red hair which were in a razor cut with flicks and a heavy side fringe. She was gifted with brains and was very quick witted. She was about 5'9" in height which was more than the average height of the girls around her. She avoided exposing. Not even a bit of the arms or part of the legs. Unless of occasions of course. She was very slender with curves that made boys drool in their dreams.

"Oooh! Look, look whose here! What happened Evans? Don't have any company? I wonder why!" said a sweetly sick, dripping with sarcasm, voice from behind her. She didn't even need to turn around to tell who it was. It was the goddess of blonde bitches. THE blonde bitch. Sophie Stanley. Present girlfriend of the one and only Sirius Black.

"Oh, don't bother wondering about me Stanley," she said still without turning back. "Your brain will go on overload."

Strike one for Lily. Her witty comments.

While Sophie tried to figure out what I had said I distinctly heard a snigger turned cough. So she had her boi with her. Just lovely.

"You bitch-" started the tube light but again Lily was too fast for her. She turned around.

Strike two for lily. She was pretty. More than anyone else in the school. Including Sophie Stanley and her cronies.

Lily was wearing black baggy track pants with a two sizes too large sweatshirt and she still looked way better that Sophie who was dressed in a black mini skirt and a red tube top. Which I'm sorry to say are typical slut clothes.

"Last time I checked you were the blonde one not me."

Strike three for Lily. Her cheek.

This time it couldn't be helped. Sirius Black broke out in a full on laugh.

After Sophie stared at Black disbelievingly which just made him laugh hard enough to double up and hold his side she turned on lily.

"You'll pay."

Lily looked her straight in the eye with an expression on pure seriousness but not a trace of any fear or anger. Just calmness. And bored-ness, if that's even a word.

"I'm shaking."

Sophie huffed and stuck her nose high in the air and walked off towards the castle.

Surprisingly Black didn't.