Disclaimers: All the characters and settings in this story belong to J. K. Roweling. Anything else that you do not recognize is mine. The song belongs to Smashing Pumpkins it is called "The Beginning is the End is the Beginning.

Summery: Lily and her family move around a lot. At the beginning of her seventh year her family moves to London. She starts at Hogworts as Head Girl and as an apprentice to the swordsmanship professor. Lily is cold and harsh, but what will happen when the mask cracks, what's her secret and why does she hate the Dark Side so much that she almost kills a Death Eater? Read and find out!

Authors Note: My thanks go out to by beta-writer (and best friend): G-baby. Without her (me) you wouldn't be reading this fic.

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PIERCED AT THE HEART
1. Odd Beginnings

Send a heartbeat to

The void that cries through you

Relive the pictures that have come to pass

For now we stand alone

The world is lost and blown

And we are flesh and blood disintegrate

With no more to hate

Is it bright where you are

Have the people changed

Does it make you happy you're so strange

And in your darkest hour

I hold secrets flame

We can watch the world devoured in it's pain

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The Great Hall was filled with a sea of black robed figures of all sizes. Slowly the sea

separated into four groups and sat down at the long house tables. The ceiling sparkled

with the night stars. Silvery, floating bodies circled the area greeting students. A rattle of

armor and a nasty cackle announced that Peeves the Pottergeist was still parading the

school. The rumble of voices in the Hall quieted as Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

walked up to the podium.

"Greetings, students," Dumbledore begun. "Welcome to another year at Hogworts. I have

some new rules to announce and a few new members of the staff. But for now we will

have the first years sorted."

A group of nervous ten and eleven year-olds walked up to the stage looking oddly at a

patched and graying lump of fabric and they jumped in sunrise as the lump organized

itself into a hat and begun singing. One-by-one the first years where called up to the stool

on which the sorting hat sat and the hat sorted the students into four houses: Gryffindor,

Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. As the last student was sorted into Ravenclaw, the

doors of the Great Hall burst open. The students stared in horror as three black-robed

figures entered the hall.

"They're BACK!" Someone screamed, and the hall burst into panic.

A woman in her mid-twenties appeared behind the three beings. Her Black hair was

pulled back in a tight knot and her eyes were covered with rectangular spectacles.

"Sit down, all of you," the woman told the three as she ushered them to the Gryffindor

table. Students quickly moved away from the three empty seats.

"Why, Remus," one of the figures said to another. "I don't think they like us."

"I would agree, Siri." Remus answered as he ran his fingers through his light brown hair.

"Ah, there's Peter." the third figure said. "Oi, Peter!" he called to the dirty blond haired

boy, a fellow Marauder, at the Hufflepuff table.

"H-hello, J-james," Peter Pettigrew stuttered back.

"Mr. Potter, please come to the Head table, you friends can stay at the Gryffindor table,"

the headmaster told James Potter.

James received a few puzzled glances from his two friends. The looks changed from

puzzled to those of mock-terror as James removed the scarf that had hidden his Head-Boy

badge.

"They've abducted him!" Sirius cried, fake tears pouring down his face.

James walked up to the head table and took a seat next to the raven-haired

Transfiguration teacher that had led them into the Great Hall.

"As I was planning to say before Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin and Mr. Potter decided to make

an entrance, I have a couple of announcements. I wish to remind all of you that the

Forbidden Forest is strictly off-limits. Also, the Whopping Willow seems exceedingly

violent this year so I suggest that you do not approach it. I'm pleased to announce that 5th

years and up will have an additional required class: Swordsmanship." he was regarded by

wide eyed, gaping students. "This year I have a guest teacher from Beauxbatons, who

will be teaching swordsmanship, for the first half of the year. The second half will be

taught by his apprentice who will be joining us for this year. Students, your

swordsmanship teacher, Professor Cissin." A man with long, blond hair and a slightly

hooked nose got up from the Head table and walked up to Dumbledore to shake his hand.

"And his apprentice Lilian Evans." A girl with red hair, pulled up in a messy bun,

wearing beige leather pants, a white button down shirt, and a black beret walked up to the

podium. "Lilian was a student at Beauxbatons and will be finishing her seventh year here.

Due to her amazing transcript, she has been chosen as Head Girl this year. Also she has

been privately sorted into Gryffindor."

A cheer erupted from the Gryffindor table and Lily took off her beret and dropped into a

low pert bow, her hair escaped its binds and fall in a coppery curtain around her face.

"That brings me to announce the Head Boy this year, James Potter." Albus continued.

The room fell silent and the sound of the boards softly creaking as James walked to the

stage echoed through the hall.

Then the whole Great Hall erupted with the sound of cheering girls. James blushed a dark

scarlet.

"And without any further a do," Albus motioned with his hands and the gold dishes on

the tables filled themselves. "Compliments of the house elves." he turned to the head

students. "You are free to go to the Gryffindor table if you wish."

"Thank you, Headmaster," James replied.

"I think I should probably go with Potter," Lily said.

James noticed the slight roll of her "r"s but other then that and her beret he would have

easily thought she was from around London.

"All right, I expect to see both of you in my office after your classes tomorrow."

Dumbledore said.

"Yes, sir"

"Oui, monsieur."

"Good, run along then" he walked up to the Head table and watched as James led Lily to

the Gryffindor table.

"Siri, this is Lilian Evens, Lilian, this is Sirius Black." James introduced the two.

"Sirius, as in dog?" Lily questioned "Black dog, I like it, Black sheep would be far more

appropriate. Mind please call me Lily. I haven't lived long enough to be called Lilian."

Sirius just stared at the coldness in her voice.

"Er, and this is Remus Lupin." James gestured to the boy sitting next to Sirius.

"Remus... Lupin! Lupus? ... can... is lupus? ... no." Lily muttered just loud enough for the

boys to hear. "Pleasure meeting you!"

Remus shot James a worried look. A common thought passed between them. Does she

know?

"Well, should I summon a chair? There is only one free here." Lily asked

"Uh... yeah... sure." James stuttered.

"Great." She pulled out her wand. "Accio Chair."

A chair landed softly on to the floor and she sat down on it.

"So...um...Lily...what is France like?" Sirius asked trying to pull Lily's attention from the

silence that stretched after her reference to Remus's wolfiness.

"Well I've lived there for only two years." Lily explained as she piled some linguini onto

her plate.

"That would explain your accent." James pitched in, understanding Sirius's scheme.

"My family and I travel from country to country. We move every two to three years, so

my accent is a mix of various languages. Although it should rub-off in two weeks or so."

Lily supplied.

"Where have you lived so far?" Sirius asked with genuine interest, well as much interest

as he could muster between forks of chicken pie.

"Well, two years in America, three in Russia, one year in Spain, four here, in England,

three in Australia, two in Canada, and another two in beautiful France," Lily recited, a

misty look appearing on her eyes at the mention of the last country. Then quickly

changed the subject. "What about you three? I could tell you weren't well... exactly liked

by the students here."

"Oh, th loathing comes from the boys, the girls love us." Sirius answered, his brown eyes

sparkling as two Hufflepuff girls blew kisses at him. "See, what I tell you? There isn't a

female in this hall who doesn't love one of us three."

"And you are telling me this, why?" Lily asked giving him a look over and at the same

time trying to figure out what the girls liked in him. He was of medium height, with black

hair that just barely brushed the collar of his robes. His dark brown eyes shone with pure

mischief. There was something about the way he carried his head. His chin was tilted at

an arrogant angle, telling everyone who saw him that he was proud of himself. She

respected that.

"Just thought I should warn you, you are next," Sirius said, attempting to wiggle his

eyebrows and failing.

Lily snorted, "Yeah, sure. Listen, it was great meeting all of you but I really should get

some sleep. Au revoir."

"But you barely ate," Sirius exclaimed.

"Do you have any idea as to how much fat I have consomme?"

"Not enough?"

"You are impossible. Ba-bai," she gathered her empty book bag and left the Great Hall.

"So, what do you think of the Head Girl?" James asked.

"Definitely a Latin expert," Remus replied.

"Definitely a worthy conquest," Sirius answered.

James just stared at his best-friends. "You are definitely insane."

A shriek erupted from the Slytherin table.

"Was that the charmed rubber snake?" Remus asked.

"No that was the dung bomb," Sirius replied.

Several more shrieks erupted from the Slytherin table.

"THAT was the charmed rubber snake."

The three exploded into laughter and got up tp slowly make their way to their dorm.

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GBABY's NOTE:

Ok everyone who read this better review. HEHEHE. Ok but really please review. It took me forever to sit down and type this up. My parents and teachers wont give me a break. Anyways next chapiter will be up soon. Scouts honor (HA I got you I was never a scout. Hehe). I personally think this is a good way to start and the plot which I know unlike you is excellent. Ok BYE.

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