There was a boy. A very nice boy. He lived in the park. No, no, that wasn't right. He lived somewhere else, but he was so often in the park, that Lily thought he lived there. He had blonde hair and clear blue eyes and he liked to play with Lily when she was allowed to go to the park. Sometimes he came over to her house to play, but more often she visited his stately home. He was a wizard, actually one of the original wizard friends Lily had ever made. He told her about Hogwarts, and the battle their parents were in. He told her such stories of bravery and courage. They would talk about their impending year at the magical school and their excitement for it. Then their mothers would come and take them away having spent far too long having a butterbeer and chatting away like they used to. Her mother liked his mother, so he was allowed over often. When he was allowed over, they would run down to the end of the road, to the stream and the bridge. They would dangle their legs over the edge of the bridge, so that they could touch the water. He would then proceed to tell her all about nargles and gnomes and their special properties. She would listen intently, hanging onto every word. Then, when she had laughed so hard at something he had said, she would fall in, bringing him down with her. When he was dragged home by his mum, he would always give her a hug and tell her that she'd see him soon. She liked the boy. His name was Lysander Scamander.