Three years, three long years since I discovered I was the heir to the le Fay family. Ever since that day, I trained in all fields that would be necessary for the war that was coming. My name is Lilly Potter Black Le Fay, and this is my story.
I was eight when I received my first wand, much to my parent's dismay. Most children born or brought into our world have to wait till they're eleven to receive their first wand. Morgana's wand was made of the most unusual wood/core combination, yew 13 ½ inches, with phoenix feather. Only two wands shared my wands core, Riddle's and my farther Hadrian, commonly known as harry. You see most Potters and Blacks are children of prophecy, meaning our lives are screwed from the moment we're born.
My father was a pawn of albus dumbledork, and would have been the scapegoat the he'd have used to save our world until his plans were fucked with by bellatrix, my mother and closest friend. You see, molly weasley would have killed my mother at the battle of Hogwarts if my dad didn't step in and take the curse meant for her, which snapped her out of the compulsion charm Orion Black put in the marriage contract he made with the Lestrange family. Finally free, my mother ran to her ex, transfiguring her wand into a dagger, and sliced his neck with the same eyes she had before her marriage. Ah but I'll get into that in more detail later, also my dad's the DADA professor at Hogwarts.