Disclaimer: If you recognize any of HP characters, then i don't own them. J.K. Rowling does though, so if you want them ask her... The story is also based on the movie "Mrs. Winterbourne" though everything has been changed (except for the main storyline).

Summary: During a long trip to Scotland, Lily briefly meets the nice Harry Potter and his newly-wedded wife, Janice. Unfortunately tragedy strikes all three of them when the train never reached its destination after being involved in a terrible crash. Two weeks later, Lily awoke at a school's Hospital Wing nearby where she was mistaken for Janice. She then meets the famous Potters who are now willing to accept her in the family and be involved in her life. Confused and yearning for love, Lily hesitantly decided to take up the deceased woman's identity. However, there is one person whom she cannot fool in this charade for James Potter (Harry's brother) greatly suspects her!

Author's note: i decided to write this second story because i'm having a huge writers block on "Painful Memories" (to those who do read it, dun worry the next chapter will be out by November)... anyhow, please review to this story even if u dun' like it... all comments are welcome and would be very much appreciated... thanx!

HELLO MRS. POTTER!

Prologue: A Sad Goodbye To France

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(Lily's P.O.V.)

My seven years at Beauxbatons had been the best times of my life. There, I was protected and sheltered from the outside world, while being given the finest magical education that France had to offer. Loving friends and wonderful professors who truly cared for me like I was their own flesh and blood surrounded myself. At the time, everyone had made sure that I lead a wonderful teenage life. All in all, the school became my safe haven and I've never felt more happy or at home.

Sadly, such a fairytale had to end.

When Graduation came, I received the most terrible news of my life. I remember the Ministry owl swooping around myself as I gave my Head Girl farewell speech. Thinking that the animal mistook me for another recipient, I tried to ignore it the best that I could. It was very hard to do so since the creature made such an annoying racket. Then, a few minutes later, it happened…

The owl dropped a long black envelope in my hands, and everyone suddenly became very still and silent. Their eyes stared at me with an such worry. I glanced over to my friends, whom I knew had battled with their consciousness. Unwillingly, they stopped themselves from running up at the stage to give me a consoling hug and to support me by their side. Looking down at the letter once again, I began to tremble with fear. I knew that black envelopes usually meant something bad… Very bad, indeed…

"No, it can't be!" I had whispered.

Hoping desperately for the best, I quickly tore the envelope open and began to read the dreadful words that were written across the piece of parchment. After skimming through the contents of the page, my eyes widened… I could not believe it… I did not want to believe it… The letter had stated that my parents were dead… Murdered by the most feared wizard himself, Voldemort… In shock, I tried to walk away from the scene. However, I had not taken a few steps before I slipped out of consciousness on the middle of the room.

It took me a very long time to finally accept the fact that my parents were gone. I had to force myself to see that they were never coming back. Unfortunately, this was not the end of my nightmare. A couple of days after my school Graduation, my only sister Petunia had written me a letter to simply say that my invitation to our mother and father's funeral had been withdrawn. In anger, I apparated at her muggle house to give her a piece of my mind.

I remember storming up to her bedroom at two o'clock in the morning, yelling at how she had no right to do such thing. Quite shocked by my untimely visit, Petunia threw an expensive vase at me in greeting. Luckily, I avoided the hit and still remembered my purpose of being there.

"How dare you!" I had said.

I was so upset at my sister for excluding me out of the family that I said a lot of spiteful things that day; none of which I truly meant. I told her that she was simply jealous of the fact that mom and dad paid more attention to me when they were living… That she could not stand how she wasn't the center of our parents' attention… And most of all, that she has displayed herself as nothing more than a failure to them… In retaliation, Petunia reasoned that their death had been my entire fault… That it was my "disgusting" kind who killed them mercilessly… That I should be ashamed to even show my face to the rest of the family… In hearing this, I paled visibly and felt very much sick. I shook my head.

"That's not true." I told her in a quiet voice.

However, my whole world was being enveloped into guilt as seconds passed by. I began to see that her actions were justified and that I could do nor say nothing to my defense. I slowly realized that what she had said bore the horrible truth to them.

My eyes welled up with tears, yet I refused to cry in front of my older sister. Giving her one last pained glance, I disapparated back to my private room at Beauxbatons. Once I got there, I allowed the tears to flow freely down my cheek. Petunia's last words constantly played on my head and I was suddenly overwhelmed by so much grief. I felt filthy, overpowered, and accountable for the recent event.

"How?" I asked myself as I collapsed on the ground. "How could I have done such a thing?"

My heart broke into little pieces as I envisioned my precious moments with my father and mother. I remembered their smile as they looked down on me when I first received my letter from Beauxbatons... Their eyes that sparkled with happiness when I accomplished something great... Their hands that helped me through the rocky roads of my youth... Their voices that whispered many wise words in my ear... Their shared touch that gave me the tender love and care when I was feeling lonely and blue...

With my face wet with tears, I pounded hard on the floor.

"Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this?"

Suddenly my hands shook uncontrollably and when I looked down on them, a horrific sight met my blurry eyes. Instead of its usual complexion, my skin was stained with something thick and red. On closer inspection, I saw that they were bathed with blood.

"No!" I gasped. I stumbled toward the bathroom, sobbing loudly. I had to wash the stain off.

In entering the bathroom, I quickly rushed towards the sink. I turned the tap on to let the cold running water flow. Putting my hands under the liquid, I rubbed them furiously.

'Please come off.' I thought desperately.

Looking up and seeing my reflection on the mirror, I immediately turned away. I knew that I was a dreaded mess... My face was very much pale and covered with cold sweat that it gave me a sickly appearance... My hair, which was usually tied into a tight ponytail, was laid down and frizzier than ever... My eyes; my once beautiful emerald eyes had sunk to my skin carrying a haunted expression in them...

As I turned my attention back to my hands, I saw that they were no longer stained with blood. Drying them off with a soft towel, I then tried to look for any injuries. Apart from having very red hands, I found no physical harm inflicted to myself. I realized with a start that I had only imagined the blood.

Going back to my room, I noticed the photograph of my "once-happy" family on the bedside table. I reached out and stared at it for a while. Tracing its frames with my finger, I felt my emotions taking over my whole being once again. One by one, tears began to fall. I lay down on my bed slowly as I hugged the picture close to my heart. I wanted it to stay there forever. Burying myself into another agonizing cry, I deeply wished for my parents to still be alive.

"Mom... Dad..." I whispered.

Two hours later, exhaustion finally took over my body; and closing my eyes, I had entered into a dreamless sleep.

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Waking up the next day, I quickly made up my mind. I had settled on a firm decision and nobody could change it otherwise. I briskly walked into the room of my dear headmistress early that morning to tell her that I was leaving the country. She had dropped her cup of tea in surprise and absolutely refused to believe me at first. After seeing that I was serious however, Madame Terrance pleaded for myself to stay. Out of compassion, she even offered me a teaching position at the school. As good as the proposal sounded, I had to refuse.

I told her that couldn't stay in France, especially at the magical world. The place just brought too many painful memories. I knew that I had to get away. Hearing my reason out completely, the headmistress reluctantly consented. She gave me a heart-warming goodbye and reminded to visit the school at least once a year.

"Remember, if you need ze anythin, owl me." She had said.

I smiled at her sadly and promised that I would try my best to keep in touch.

"Au Revoir." I told her in French.

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Later on that day, I found myself sitting on a plane that was headed to London, England. Everyone around me seemed to be sleeping comfortably. I, however, stared at the window looking alone and feeling so lost. How things got here, I had absolutely no idea. One minute, I was telling all of my classmates to reach for their dreams and never let it go. And then, that owl came with that stupid letter. The letter that ruined my life.

I then thought of all the things I was leaving behind in France. My friends who never let me down...

"Thanks for being such a great friend Lily!"

My professors who pushed me to my potential...

"The words are Wingardium Leviosa."

The beautiful grounds of Beauxbatons...

"Wow! Just breathtaking... I wonder who takes good care of these gardens."

My sister Petunia who now loathed me with such passion...

"Get out of my house! Get out of my life!"

I closed my eyes as I painfully blocked their voices out of my head. Thinking about how I selfishly abandoned my loved ones hurt terribly. I ached for their presence and their support.

"Stop this Lily. Leaving France was the smartest thing you've done. It's worth it." I finally told myself in a miserable tone. "It's time to start a new life."

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Looking ahead: Chapter 1.

Fast forward - three years after Lily arrives at England.

Lily deals with some very rude and obnoxious customers at work.

Memories of her parents.

Important letters from France.

Going to Scotland.