AU pretty much from 3rd year plus.
Disclaimer: Not mine, nor claim Harry Potter to be mine. I think I can claim to a few of my own characters but I think I've even pinched those from somewhere, ok I apologise already.
Apology: I have spent way to much time on this site reading through stories and absorbing them. I apologise to the other authors out there who find their own works being incorporated into mine, I think I have stolen so many different bits that with any luck it is so hopelessly unoriginal that is original - hmm should that have been a warning?
If any of you do take offence please let me know, I think my settings are set to be able to receive some form of communication, and I will try to remove the offending article. I know I'm playing with other people's plotlines and children besides JK Rowling so I know this will bore some and anger others. If any of you recognise your own or other people's stories in my own and what to be accredited for it, review, hah that dreaded word. You do realise that the quickest way to shut me up is to tell me to leave other ppl's work alone and you can all forget this story ever existed. Anyway before I stray too much, any authors which need to be acknowledged let me know and I'll work out how to display them all on profile. Ok, I think I've covered my arse on with the show.
The Story Behind the Legend
Prologue, Legend
My story has become a legend, everyone has heard of the 'Boy-Who-Lived', Bloody-Boy-Who-Just-Lives-and -Lives (a/n ok I know I've already butchered someone else's phrase there but I did like it so much -smiles innocently) and of course, the Harry Potter and the ... series. I admit, Ms. Rowling did a credible job of writing the legend; but like all legends, the truth is hidden in tale. This is the story behind the legend, this is the story where the darkness is not only shown in the black and white simplicity, if you are going to read this story bear in mind this shows the darkness in the greys, where hate becomes love, friends, enemies, fear, trust. The Legend is fairly accurate for my first 13 years of life, but then slips into a realm which the world can cope with, where there are no hidden hurts and feelings, and people are as I already said posted in black and white. It's quite laughable in fact, after the fifth book, few details did they manage to get right but you will see. So those of the feint heart, who do not want to be disabused of the safe story the world knows, do not read on.
For those of you who have chosen to remain, I will try and give a vague outline as to the distinction between the Legend and the Truth. Ms Rowling's first two books are fairly god historical accounts, the truth is only slightly sugar coated but that you will learn but starts to diverge in the next two years and finishes the act after that. This account will concentrate on our story, yes, our story, mine and that of the woman I love deeply. The woman who as a girl with her own past was able to reach out and hold me to this Earth, she was and is still my rock. People call me strong, they wonder how after everything I've been through how I still managed to keep going, and retain my sanity...despite what my friends and family like to say. She is how, I have never understood how history manages to forget her, this woman is the one who held my hand in the dark despite the darkness she feared and hid from herself.
Legend has it I cared for another when I was younger and don't be mistaken I do care for her and Hermione, but only as sisters. Ginny is not my love, somehow the Legend ignored my love and the part she and her family played in our story, and replaced her with Ginny. My love and heart, Lily-Rose Aveline Saxter, how history mutated our tale, there are similarities between her and Ginny you may wonder yes but they are definitely not the same.
Lily-Rose is the youngest sibling, (by 10 minutes as she will undoubtedly inform you) of 2 brothers only however instead of 6, one of whom was her twin. She is petite, her frame being a direct heritage from her mother, with long, curly, black hair with coppery and strangely enough some blond tints and dark blue eyes which unlike my own do not lead to the soul. Unfortunately the hurt she has gone through has turned those deep pools to mirrors which rarely reflect her own emotions. More than that I think I will leave for you to learn in this account, this is the truth and I have no wish to shock you too much, but as you can see this is our story, this is our tale and is the truth behind the Legend.