A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, the Plot Bunny bit me about three hours ago, and I stayed up half the night to write this, so you better enjoy!
Leave reviews with what you like, don't like, wish would happen, etc. And if Draco is OOC...well, that will be explained later.
My name is Lily Andrea Grant. I was born on May 15, 1980. I am currently eleven years old. I was born to Andrea Grant and Marcus Grant. I was the first of three. My two other siblings- Brian and Chelsea- will be mentioned later. This date is very important. Not only did it give birth to a very talented and beautiful witch, but it was three weeks before Draco Malfoy's birthday.
My parents were always close to the Malfoy family. My father and mother had both been sorted into Slytherin in the year of 1966, along with Lucius Malfoy, so they had been friends ever since. They continued their friendship into their adulthood, and somehow having children at the same time. Or around. Whatever.
When I was born, Lucius and Narcissa were there to see me. Looking back, I now realize that it's totally weird that one of my best friend's parents had changed my diaper.
Yep, you heard me right. Draco was one of my best friends. But more of that later.
Three weeks after I was born, Narcissa went into labor and gave birth to Draco. Right from the start, both of our parents wanted us to be best friends. Countless times, I went over to Draco's or he would come over to my house. It was hard to not be friends. He was like a brother to me. Then…it happened.
October 31, 1981. You probably know what happened, but I'll tell you anyway. Voldemort travelled to Godric's Hollow, the home of Harry Potter. He burst his way into the house, meeting James Potter. James gave up a fight, but Voldemort killed him. Stepping over his dead body, Voldemort went upstairs to where Lily and Harry Potter were.
Lily held her son close to her. When the door burst open, she knelt down, protecting him. She pleaded with Voldemort, begging him to take her instead of Harry. She was a brave woman. But Voldemort didn't care about bravery. He was a vile, evil person that wanted eternal life, and would stop at nothing to achieve it. He killed her without any remorse. Finally, he stepped over to Harry. He tried to curse him, but it rebounded. Harry was given one lightning scar, while Voldemort was destroyed.
This is common knowledge. Everything, except how he survived. Then, the known Death Eaters were taken in for trial. Also, common knowledge. Something that isn't common knowledge- Lucius Malfoy was not a Death Eater by choice. He was under the Imperius Curse. Not a lie. I know it for a fact. He rebelled against it for about a minute, told me that he was innocent, and then went back under to it. You just can't fake that kind of stuff.
Throughout my childhood, I was taught that Pureblood was the best, Half-blood was okay, but that Muggle Borns were to never be socialized with. (I will never use that offensive name. Ever.) For a while, I believed that, and I was very proud to be part of the Black family. When I was nine, however, my views changed.
I went outside for a few hours, playing with Draco, like most nine years olds do, when we saw a half-blood family across the street from my house. Being curious, I wandered over to the house, Draco following me. We introduced ourselves to the very cheerful Half-blood family.
When it became time for Draco to be picked up from my house, after dinner, he told his parents of the encounter with the children and the family. As I waved to him, going onto his broomstick, I saw his father yelling at him. Something about "purity" and "do that again, I will disown you". I was shocked that Lucius Malfoy, the one who had been a second father to me, could threaten that high. He had sometimes yelled at Draco and me about cleaning up what we started, but that was only when we were making a giant mess and left it alone. I was shocked that he would be punished that severely for something that wasn't even a crime.
The next time he came over, I asked him whether he wanted to go to the Half-blood's home again or not. He said,
"My father wouldn't be too happy if we did that. He just thinks that we should do things that Purebloods do, you know?"
"Is that your opinion or his?" I asked
"Kind of both. To tell you the truth, I'm really scared of him. He tried to hit me the last time we did that." He replied.
I stared at him, open mouthed.
"Let's just not, okay?" He asked, his eyes telling me that going to that family was a big mistake.
"Okay," I answered.
Since then, I still had my respects for Lucius, but I would never forget what Draco said.
Two more uneventful years passed. Draco and I were as close as ever. It seemed nothing would change. We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, we were friends. Draco and Lily, Lily and Draco. Nothing could break the bond that we had.
Finally, on my eleventh birthday, I got an expected present- an owl, with an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Although I knew that it would happen, I was paranoid that something would happen- They would forget to sign me up, the owl would get lost, they would run out of ink, something would happen that would make me not get my letter.
After screaming around like all girls did, I quickly gathered some parchment and ink, and hastily wrote a letter to Draco.
Draco,
Hey, it's Lily. You already knew it was my birthday (I can see by this giant package that says "To Lily, from Draco"), but I just got my letter! I can't wait to go to Hogwarts- how about we buy our stuff together? I mean, we have to, we've been looking forward to Hogwarts ever since we were four and trying to read The Tales of Beedle the Bard. How about a week after your birthday? Send Angle back with your response and dates that you can come!
Love Always,
Lily
I folded the letter up and tied it to Angle's leg.
"To Draco," I said. I gave her a sip of water and some food, then sent her off.
I opened the presents from all of my family. My mom and dad had gotten me a set of brand new, state-of-the-art quills and ink (That was how Draco and I talked to each other when he wasn't over), some great new books, and a broomstick! I loved Quidditch- I always had, since Draco has gotten me into it. We used to fly around each others yards, pelting each other with pinecones.
I then opened the present from Draco. It was amazing- it was a GIANT book on "How to Write a New Wizard Sensation Novel". I loved it! There was a note attached to it-
Lily,
I know that you love to read and write, especially the supernatural fiction. So, I saw this shopping with Mum and Dad in Diagon Alley and thought of you. Write something and send it my way!
Love Always,
Draco
It was amazing! It had everything from realistic fiction to fantasy to mystery to even a simple essay! Draco always knew what was perfect for me- it was just so…him. He had the gift to know what everyone would love and hate. Good and bad in both ways.
Three weeks later, I got a note of his letter. I hopped on my broomstick and went over to his house. I knocked on the door of the Manor.
"Lily! Come in, please," Narcissa answered, and opened the door.
I ran and hugged Draco. "Happy Birthday, Mister Malfoy," I said formally, then burst out laughing. "Like my present?" I asked.
He held up the enormous set of Wizarding books, Slytherin pins and scarves, ink, quills, and stress balls that told you how stressed you were based on how hard you squeezed. I gave him a lot because, well, we had gotten his Hogwarts letter, and the fact that the writing set had to cost a fortune.
"It's amazing." He hugged me "Thanks so much."
"So, you ready for shopping in Diagon Alley?" I pulled out my Gringotts key. My parents had let me borrow it for the shopping.
"Yep. Mum and Dad are getting the Portkey ready. There are too many Muggles around to fly." He replied.
Lucius came into the room. "Lily! Great to see you. Happy late Birthday, and thanks for sending everything to Draco. He really enjoyed it."
"You're welcome, sir, and thank you."
"Well, the Portkey's ready, so let's go." Lucius said.
We all gathered around an old tin can. We put our fingers on, and we traveled into the Wizarding World.
