Lucas Evans stood hidden in the shadows, praying that he wouldn't be found. His older sister, Lily, had yelled at him to go hide. He didn't understand why, but followed her instructions. Lucas had grown up being only loved by Lily, while his other older sister despised him and called him a freak. Although Lily was about nine years older than he was, he didn't care. Lucas only cared that Lily wouldn't ever leave him.

Lucas's home life was quite unstable. Being in his second year of Hogwarts didn't really help either. His parents were somewhat loving to him, but after Lily, they didn't really have the same motive and joy of having a magical kid. Lily and James had offered that Lucas stayed with them, which Lucas jumped at the moment they first suggested it. James treated Lucas like a son, which was weird for Lucas because James was also his brother-in-law.

Lucas backed further into the cupboard in the nursery, his emerald eyes peeking out from the small key gap. His small thirteen year old frame making it easy for him to hide. All that Lily had told him was that he had to hide and not to ask any questions. Lucas held tightly onto his small stag stuffed animal.

Lucas winced as he heard a loud horrifying scream. It pierced his ears and shook him down to the core. He knew who the scream belonged to, James Potter. Lucas couldn't believe it. His sister's husband was dead. Lucas closed his eyes as tears started streaming down his face. He watched as the murdered finally walked into the room. It was none other than Voldemort. Lucas muffled his cries placing his stuffed animal in front of his mouth. He watched slowly as his sister begged for mercy.

Lucas couldn't handle it and pushed the door open. He rushed out with his wand in his hand and yelled, "Stupefy!" Voldemort turned around and casted a quick spell that caused Lucas to get flung backwards into a wall. His left side of his had blood dripping down it. Lucas's vision began to blurry and all he could see was a bang of green light and then darkness.

Lucas jolts up from his sleep, panting for air. He rolls over and quickly turns the lamp on. He glances around and sees that he's in the Gryffindor boys dorm for fifth years. It's been three years since Voldemort tried killing Lucas's nephew Harry. Lucas sighs and checks his watch, seeing it's around seven in the morning. Lucas slides out of bed and changes into his school uniform: a buttoned white shirt, a red and gold tie, thick grey knitted v-neck jumper, and grey trousers. He throws on a random pair of no named sneakers he had been given as a gift from his good friend, Sirius Black.

Lucas grabs his old raggedy backpack filled with his books as he leaves the dorm. All the other boys in Lucas's year liked sleeping in quite a bit and it usually ends up with Lucas being the first awake and first to sleep. Lucas walks down the staircase to the common room. He sees a first year boy sitting a one of the coffee tables with piles of paper everywhere. Lucas decides to finally be social for once and sits next to him.

"Hey," Lucas says. The boy looks up at him and smiles. Lucas and the other boy could easily be mistaken as relatives, they both have auburn hair. Lucas looks at the boy's papers and sees the all too familiar essay for potions that he had written when he was in his second year of Hogwarts. "Don't worry, it get's easier," Lucas assures. Lucas knows of the relationship between his older sister and Snape and knew that Snape liked giving out homework because he found nothing better than to piss off the Gryffindors and students. Lucas had grown up knowing Snape whenever he would come over to the Potter's for dinner.

"Really?" The boy asks. "Does Professor Snape have something against Gryffindors?" Lucas frowns when he asks the last question. It still hurts Lucas to remember James, but at least Lucas still has Sirius and Remus. Lucas never did find out what happened to Peter, but it didn't matter. Life was better without Peter in the picture.

"Let's just say that a few Gryffindors and Snape had it out for each other. They despised each other," Lucas tells the boy. Lucas still remembered all the stories that Lily had told him about her Hogwarts days. Lucas starts reading the essay that the boy is writing. "Damn, you have a better essay than any of my friends or I wrote," Lucas congratulates. The boy beams proudly.

"I'm Charlie Weasley," the boy introduces.

"You Bill's brother," Lucas asks. Charlie nods. Lucas somewhat knows Bill, but not too well. He had seen him at a few Quidditch tournaments sitting in the stands.

"Lucas Evans," Lucas responds.