Lily POV
My name is Lily Evans. I am not ordinary like most people. I'm a witch.
My parents and sister are non-magic folk, but they all know about me. My sister thinks I'm a freak. My parents think it's simply amazing, and are proud of me for being someone unique.
I am not the only witch in our world. There's a whole wide world of magic folk and magical creatures. I am only one of many, hiding talents from the non-magic folk, people whiling away and living in small magical or non-magical communities.
I attend Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I have two best friends. They are the only ones who truly know me.
Everyone else at Hogwarts thinks they have me figured out. They think I'm shy and sweet, but when I get a temper, I blow-up, and become quite the opposite of innocent. People say it's my hair. You know how they say red-heads always have fiery tempers. They consider me a bookworm, and besides my two friends, pretty much a loner.
But that's fine. Let them think what they want. I'm happy with Allison and June. And I don't need a man.
However, many people seem to think differently. Including one James Potter, who has asked me out everyday since 5th year.
Flashback, End of 6th Year, Lily POV
"…come on Evans, you know you need a man. These are dark and dangerous times. You've never exactly been athletic, and while you're exceptional in charms, you're just average in every other subject, so let's face it, you need someone like me by your side," he finished.
I smirked.
"You know, Potter, I have a feeling if you were to face Voldemort," several people cringed at the use of his name. Wimps, I thought, and mentally rolled my eyes. "I have a feeling you wouldn't last a minute. I, however, could be dueling with him for a good half and hour before he finished me, if he was able to."
"Yeah right," he laughed.
I thought about proving myself right, but just decided that would lose too many points for Gryffindor.
"Whatever," I said, then coolly walked off.
End of Flashback, Back to Present Day.
Screw Potter. Let him think whatever he wants to. He doesn't have to know.
With this last happy thought, I fell asleep in my bed, still full from the feast earlier, Allison snoring on the bed next to mine.
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Lily POV- Next Week
Today has been so… uneventful. Your 7th and final year is supposed to fill you with amazing new knowledge and events. I am Head Girl this year, so I thought it would make things exciting. How wrong I was.
Head Girl duties are fairly boring and consist of meeting with the Head Boy and discussing what days Hogsmeade visits were going to be on.
Well, my first full day back was slightly eventful, at least. I had found out that Potter was made Head Boy. I had screamed at Dumbledore for a full hour, asking him what he could possibly be thinking, putting the biggest troublemaker in school in a position of high responsibility and honor. These were two qualities James Potter never had and probably never could so much as hope to possess.
Of course my blow-up at Dumbledore was kept hush-hush, as for some reason Dumbledore seemed quite keen to keep up the image every person in Hogwarts had painted of me, as it was. If that was what Dumbledore wanted, fine. I could really care less, because I didn't care what people thought of me. Well, scratch that. I actually kind of like keeping the mystery of me between me, myself, and I. Well, Allison and June also. Whatever.
I was walking through an empty corridor, my chin length bob of hair bouncing slightly. Suddenly, James Potter came walking towards me, a crowd of fans in tow.
I grinned slightly. This day was going to have some interest after all.
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General POV
"Pathetic Potter," Lily Evans said, grinning.
"So happy to see me, you're smiling, isn't that right Lily dearest."
"Oh look everyone, Potter's finally lost his marbles. Well we all knew it would happen someday. Personally, I'm not too sad," she said, not phased in the slightest.
James looked over at Sirius who nodded.
"Alright peoples, you know what to do!" barked Sirius.
Then a crowd was surrounding Lily and James, both of them grinning at the other.
"Now Lilykins, you aren't getting out of here until you agree to go out with me."
"Oh Allison!" Lily called. Allison came walking around the corner. Lily grinned. She knew Allison was just waiting for this day.
Allison shoved her way to the front of the crowd. "Yes, Lily dear friend?" she questioned, a smirk gracing her features.
"Allison dearest, I seem to be stuck," Lily said putting on a completely fake sad face. "Is it in any way possible for me to get out of here without meeting Potter's demands?"
"Hmm…" Allison said, pretending to be contemplating. "Well, I really can't think of anything. Unless… but no, surely not…" a grin replaced the contemplative look on Allison's features, and a smirk the "sad" look on Lily's.
"Oh, but Allison, I think I shall."
By now, everyone was it complete silence, staring at Lily and Allison, barely daring to breathe.
"Allison hold my bag for me, won't you?" Lily asked sweetly.
"Wait," James interrupted. "you wouldn't hurt me, that's against, the rules, which you follow to the point where you're boring."
"Why of course, Lily," Allison said, and took Lily's bag.
Lily fingered her wand for a moment, before pointing it at James. The whole room tensed, holding their breath. And then, Lily Evans did something no one knew Lily Evans was capable of.
She put her wand between her teeth, then did a back handspring and landed perfectly on the other side of the crowd. Grinning, she then snapped her fingers, and was gone.
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Lily Evans appeared, surrounded by thick fog. Someone would normally be frightened in this situation, where you could feel that you were standing on something, but all you could see was fog. Fog was not solid.
The redhead, however, was calm, even bored. She sat down in the fog, and started chewing a nail.
A house elf appeared. He was free, as indicated by the gold cuff he was wearing.
"Not you again," he muttered in a deep, gruff voice.
"Hello to you too, Mitty," the redhead replied with good humor. "I won't be long; I just needed a quiet escape for a few hours."
"You say that every time," he grumbled.
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A few hours later, Allison sat in the hall, reading a book. She had just shooed the Marauders off an hour ago, with promises that her friend would be in classes tomorrow. They had, of course, asked where Lily had gone, and how she did what she had done, but Allison refused to tell. That was one of Lily's secrets.
The spirited redhead appeared a few minutes later, silently. She gently nudged Allison, saying, "I'm back, let's go."
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Lily POV
Conversations with Mitty are always interesting. As the former charge of the Leers' house, Mitty has many stories to tell.
Thayet Leer had been my best friend in the muggle world. The Leers had lived on our street just as long as the Evans had lived on it. The summer after my second year at Hogwarts, Thayet had entrusted me with her family secret.
The Leers had originally been a pureblood magic family. However, over time, the magic had somehow died out of their blood. They were, essentially, a family of Squibs. They still kept house elves, though. I kept a straight face as she explained about the creatures, which I already knew about, and explained why they kept them. You see, the Leers bought out other family's elves, and kept them for about five years or so. Then, after the family stopped watching them, they freed the elf. Mitty was the elf they had at the time.
Thinking about what had happened after that conversation, I nearly cried.
Thayet had quickly ran back home after that, saying she needed to get back for dinner. I figured I'd tell her about me the next day. I didn't get the chance.
The next day, the Leers were gone, and presumed dead.
Holding back tears, I slid into bed.
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June POV
Lily's crying. I can tell, even though she's not making a sound. Allison told me she went to the Park today. She always cries after she goes there. Lily never really got over Thayet's death.
Allison and I had come over to Lily's house, as she'd requested, after the Leers went missing. We'd sat with her for hours while she'd told us about Thayet. Never once did she cry, though. She just talked, and looked lost. From that moment on, Lily was really only herself with us, in private; she only cried after going to the Park.