First Year, 1971-72

Lily was nervous. She was also extremely excited, but immensely nervous. She had been sorted into Gryffindor, and while that wasn't a bad thing, the only person she knew, her best friend, Sev, had been sorted into Slytherin. And she had heard that no one really liked the Slytherins and there was a particularly intense rivalry between the snakes and the lions.

She had wanted to make friends, not lose them. Not that she was going to lose Sev. She wouldn't let anything as stupid as a house rivalry get in the way of their friendship. She just hoped that wouldn't limit the amount of friends she would make.

The girls in her dorm were nice enough, though she didn't really know them. Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald and Emmeline Vance were really nice girls, but it had only been a week and getting used to all the magic was taking up most of her concentration. Lily didn't think that she would ever get used to it.

So far, all of her classes had been with the Ravenclaws, and Potions was proving to be her favourite, and her best, subject. She had been paired with a fellow muggle-born Ravenclaw by the name of Elizabeth Rogers, who seemed to be Lily's first magical friend (aside from Sev, of course - but she's not counting him because she became friends with him before Hogwarts).

She was alright at Transfiguration, after sitting next to a bespectacled by named James Potter who seemed to be quite exceptional at it. He was funny and he seemed nice, and his friend Sirius always seemed to be making jokes and messing around. She could tell that they were going to be the class clowns, she just hoped magical pranks were no more harmful than ordinary ones.

Second Year, 1972-73

Lily had a bit of a hard time adjusting the first week back at Hogwarts. She had spent the summer with her family at home in Cokeworth, enduring her sister's icy attitude towards her, and occasionally hanging out with Sev at the park. She had written lots of letters to her group of friends; Marlene, Dorcas, Elizabeth and a Ravenclaw by the name of Beatrice Mitchell who shared a dorm with Elizabeth.

However, she had also spent her summer trying not to think she was crazy. Petunia called her numerous names over the sunny months, but 'freak' stuck out in her mind.

The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin hadn't gotten any better, and while none of her friends seemed too bothered by her and Sev's friendship, once she'd explained how they had become friends, she could see that Sev's friends weren't happy with their friendship.

Her second year was the year she found out about the blood supremacy that certain witches and wizards harboured. It was the first time that someone had called her a mudblood, but, as she had no idea what that word meant, it didn't affect her, as intended. It did, however, affect multiple people around her, including a, usually tame, boy by the name of Matt Wilson, a Gryffindor in the year above her, who was quick to hex the perpetrator, landing himself in detention with an angry Professor McGonagall. Though, once she heard why he felt the need to hex the Slytherin responsible, McGonagall was less angry. he still had to serve the detention though. Marlene explained to her later that some witches and wizards, who call themselves 'purebloods' believe that magic should not be tainted with muggle blood, and so their blood is pure because they are descended from witches and wizards. Then, there is what is called a 'half-blood', muggle blood mixed with magical blood. Finally, there are muggleborns, who are magical but aren't descended from any witch or wizard. The term 'mudblood' is considered derogatory in the Wizarding Community.

Later, she found Sev, who promised her that, no matter what, he wouldn't let anyone call her that again. She smiled, albeit a bit sadly, because she knew, despite his efforts, there would be no way of stopping everyone who felt that way about muggleborns.

Fifth Year, 1975-76

"I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!" *

The one thing that made it all worse, was that the use of the slur didn't even affect her. She'd long since steeled herself against any insults, because she knew that if she reacted then they'd get exactly what they wanted. What affected her, was that he'd promised not to let anyone call her that. And while they both knew he'd fail at that impossible task, she hadn't ever considered that he'd be one of the people who use that slur. It shouldn't have surprised her, she knew the kind of people he was hanging around with, but she couldn't help but wish that her friend, from before Hogwarts, was still there.

After that incident, despite his many efforts at reconciliation, Lily never forgave him. She may have considered it, if he hadn't been caught hexing other muggleborns with his friends. She didn't want to be the exception to his twisted logic.

Strangely enough, after losing one friend, she seemed to gain four new ones, in the shape of the group who had taken to calling themselves the Marauders. James Potter seemed to realise what he had done to Severus was wrong, and was attempting to be a better person. It didn't always work, but Lily had always appreciated when someone had put in some effort. He still asked her out, but she found his attempts amusing, even if she did still refuse.