A/N: Future chapters will be longer. This is simply a prologue.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I make up a few characters of my own here or there, but no copyright infringement is intended upon anyone/thing/animal/object/place/unicorn/whatever and I'm not, and do not claim to be JK Rowling or anyone associated with her. This is done purely for fun.
Prologue
Lily Evans left the Head Girl's dormitory for a midnight stroll, which, should she be caught out of bed, would turn into random patrol duty. The corridors were empty and lit only by the wooden torches lining their walls. The darkness was a comfort, absolutely perfect for the mood she was in. Eventually, the hallway became a large spiraling staircase, which would take her eight floors down, to the ground floor of the castle. Having completed the journey to the bottom of this staircase, she pushed against a small door, which seemed, at first, to be perfectly blended with the wall. It took her to a small grove of closely planted trees; emerging from these, she came quickly upon the lake.
The spray from the lake made the air feel colder. Lily pulled her jacket more closely around her skinny frame. She sat on a patch of soft clover and looked out upon the shining waters, their calmness disturbed only every few minutes by the movements of the giant squid.
James Potter was awakened by the sound of footsteps in the next room. He groaned and turned in his bed, hugging his pillow, and trying to return to dreamland that he had been roused from. Suddenly, a door creaked loudly and completely spoiled his chances of sleeping that night. He rose, ruffled is hair, out of habit, and moved towards the same door that had just disturbed is slumber. He reached for the doorknob, then hesitated. Muttering a silencing charm, he pulled the door open, pleased when it made no noise. He walked out into the hallway, catching sight of a shadow further down the corridor.
He stole silently after it, keeping a decent amount of space between himself and the figure. It finally led him to the lake, which was sparkling in the moonlight.
The shadow, now sitting, took on the form of a beautiful redheaded girl as he approached it. He stood there, staring at the back of her head and counting the pills on her old pink sweater, which he knew so well. He did not bother to hide himself from her potential view and ignored any ideas in his head that involved leaving her here by herself. Watching her, the minutes turned to hours, slipping away through the darkness.
She turned and gasped slightly as she met his gaze.