Vie Et Amour Dans Une Le Temps De Tenebres
Life and Love in a Time of Darkness
Prologue
Throughout my whole life the wizarding world was thrust under the ominous shadow that was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Fear was the common emotion known to anyone with something to lose, even those whom supported the Dark Lord. It seemed like everyday there was a whole new list of victims to the new evil order. Despair joined fear and many gave up hope.
During this time when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at his strongest, a resistance formed named the Order of the Phoenix. Led by the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, the Order was the only thing standing in the way of the Dark Lord's complete victory. However, the Order members suffered heavily. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his loyal followers showed no mercy to those who stood in their way and they never hesitated to kill the Order members and their family.
Death seemed around every corner. The Order gained no headway, only suffered severe losses and continued to hold evil at bay. Victory seemed lost.
It was during this time that I grew up. As a child, I was unaware of the evil that was quickly spreading in a society that I was soon to become a part of. I was also unaware of the fact that this evil would insistently seek to kill me for the rest of my life. I was a Muggleborn witch. A "Mudblood," as many would call me later.
Despite this, I had a relatively normal childhood, although some might disagree. I spent my younger years in public school, maintained a small group of friends, and looked up to my older sister Petunia. Relatively normal, yes? My life was normal until I showed my first sign of magical ability. It came as quite a shock to my Muggle parents, but they quickly adapted. It wasn't until my Hogwarts letter came on my eleventh birthday that everyone's eyes were opened to this new world.
I very soon found myself enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I adapted and learned quickly, wanting to prove my abilities, wanting to prove that admitting me to Hogwarts wasn't a mistake. Over the years I experienced many feelings, both highs and lows, and I came to four very important conclusions about my life by the time I was sixteen:
1. Arabella Figg and Mundungus Fletcher were the best friends anyone could have.
2. James Potter and his infamous group of miscreants were all prats.
3. People you thought you knew had a knack for changing on you.
4. I was going to use my abilities to banish the evil in the world.
These conclusions made up the rock on which I stood. They were the guides in my life. Any event that happened fit into one of these four statements. If it didn't seem obvious how they fit, I would twist the facts around until I could make it fit. This was truly the way I lived for the majority of my adolescent years. Sad, isn't it?
I was obstinate in these views until something happened that opened my eyes to my own stupidity. I had thought I was smart, ready to take on the world. I was going to use the evil that had been shown towards me throughout school to blast the Dark Lord into nothing. Nothing could stop me.
Funny, but looking back on my life at Hogwarts now and I realize one solitary fact about myself and my life:
1. I really didn't know much of anything at all.
My name is Lily Evans.
This is my story.