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Rowlings, except for the ones that are merely underdeveloped ocs, and
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and etc belong to me. so don't steal them...i mean, actully i don't
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ocs...whatever. at any rate, i am making no money from this and i don't
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The last day of her seventeenth summer would stay deeply etched in Lily Evans' mind for years to come. For some reason it stood out distinctly in her memory, perhaps because it was one of the last times in her life that she would ever feel completely at peace.
The strange thing was that absolutely nothing of consequence had happened that day. For the past two weeks she had been staying with her favorite aunt at the seaside property that elderly women owned. The house wasn't large, but it opened directly onto a vast expanse of sandy beach and frothy white waves. Lily had come there with her parents and sister every summer for as long as she could remember, and she loved the comforting familiarity of it. In a world that seemed to be swiftly tilting into unforseen directions, away from all that she knew to be good and safe, the smell of salty sea air was always the same, the shrieks of gulls and crashing of waves never changed
All the same, she hadn't managed to completely escape the real world; this year, her emidiate family hadn't joined her on their holiday. Petunia, her sister, was getting married in December, and the older girl had flatly refused to waste any time lazing about by the sea when there was so much to be done. Lily's parents had also opted to stay home, but had allowed Lily to go alone, claiming that her aunt could use the company. This was arguably true, but Lily suspected it was also so she wouldn't have to put up with Petunia's pre-wedding hysteria all summer. Despite their past differences, the girl cared dearly for her sister, but Petunia was high-strung at the best of times, and lately she had been near impossible to live with. Now having arrived at the beach house, the waves and the sand were just as peaceful and comforting as ever, but the absence of her mother, father and only sibling were like jaring notes in a familiar tune. Everything was changing so fast and she felt oddly vulnerable when even in this safest of childhood haunts, pieces were missing, or different.
Her other disapointment in the small seaside paradise was the weather. The minute she had arrived it began to pour, causing the tide to rise high up on the rocks and the rain barrel to overflow. For this reason, she spent most of her time indoors, plunking away on the ancient piano in the living room. Then, on her last day before returning for the start of the school year, the clouds parted and the sun shone down on the water with a warm, healing glow. Waking at her usual early hour, Lily had showered and dressed quickly, snatched up some food, her book and her charcoal, then hurried outside to soak up the last rays of summer.
For the rest of the day she had sat on the hot white sand, alternately sketching or reading. The sun beat down on her relentlessly for the most part, warming her skin after so many days of wet and cold, but occaisionally a warm breeze would blow past, brushing long, deep crimson locks away from her face. The beach was privately owned, so no small children came splashing through the seaweed to bother her. Her book was a light fluffy romance, and she savoured its silliness, knowing she would have to read something of a more serious nature when she left the next day. Her charcoal sketch of the gulls on the driftwood was only half finished and seemed to be lacking something, but she didn't care. By mid-afternoon she was content to simply lie on her back, watching the blue of the sky as it turned the water to a deep green that matched her eyes, taking in the heat of the day. The wind came up again and carressed her cheek like a lover. Though she was aware that by this time tomorow she would be forced to return to the harsh world that was her reality, she felt warm and content and completely secure, as though nothing could possible disturb her or harm her. In this last place, untouched by time and the outside world, she was safe.
AN: Alright, that was just a brief prologue, by the by, the actal story is much less serious and instrospective. If you like it, review, and then i'll update. Hurrah!