I own nothing (except for noobness, I apologize)

I tried to do something different with the nextgen. does contain slash (hooray) and this

slash is the best kind of slash being as its femslash (Yay!)

I never knew the grandmother I'm named for, but Dad talks about her enough. She was apparently saved my fathers life with "unconditional love" or something. I don't know if I believe in love anymore. But I do believe that if love does exist it's very conditional, everyone leaves.

4 years ago I stood on a train platform waiting for my life to begin. The train came but it brought a storm, the beginning of my life's end. That storm was brought by a girl named Tatiana Lestrange, you see most don't know but the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange had a son and that son had a daughter. That daughter was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on.

I looked at her she saw me and I quickly glanced away, as I took my seat next to the Lovegood boys and a cute girl I later discovered to be the daughter of Cho Chang. Naturally Lysander was flirting with the girl who's name was Becky. So Lorcan and I were left to awkwardly chat while I stared across the row at Tatiana. At that time I didn't understand what it really was I felt for her, I was only 11 after all, but it was something. Something …strange.

Two years later…

I stared blankly at my open History of Magic textbook. It was some drabble about goblin rebellions. I moved my hand to my side and took the hand next to mine. It was small and soft, I breathed out slowly as its fingers locked with mine. I looked over at the owner of that beautiful hand. Her long, wavy black hair was pushed behind one of her ears, she had these amazing hazel-yellow eyes, we were 13 and our secret love had lasted only 3 months but I was sure it would last forever.

After class Tatiana pulled me into the 2nd floor girl's lavatory. Where she kissed me, this wasn't our first and wasn't our last kiss but it was different for some reason. We skipped our next class in favor of talking. Unlike other people I didn't look at her differently because of her family history. She was different from her family; she was different from the rest of the world. It was just us Lily and Tati we were each others lifelines. We shared one last kiss before leaving.

As I watched her walk away I knew I was in love with her, and that I always would be.