Don't break my heart, Marauder

By Arthurs Merlin

CHAPTERS: 120

CANON CHARACTERS: LILY EVANS, JAMES POTTER, SIRIUS BLACK, REMUS LUPIN, PETER PETTIGREW, SESVERUS SNAPE, PETUNIA EVANS

NON-CANNON CHARACTERS: PAIGE HOWLETT, SAN NOWELL, MARTIN HARDING, ANGEL VERITAS, ERASMUS MATTHIAS, GARTH HUDSON-RODGERS, LOUISA HALL, KIRSTY DAWSON, ERIN JACKSON

SYNOPSIS:

Lily Evans isn't the witch she thinks she is and when she discovers the true nature of her heritage and will she learn to love her herself before she falls in love. James Potter is an idiot who hasn't grown up but will falling in love change him? Or will he have to change before he is ready for love?

DEDICATIONS AND MENTIONS:

Dedicated to my Mousey who filled my life with friendship, love and thank you for your forgiveness and for not letting me go

Thank you to my Prongs who taught me how first love felt, and let me into his heart

Inspired by my Padfoot who taught me to live a life of no regrets

Funny bits dedicated to my Moony who is as peculiar as Vintage Welsh Cheddar

To you all I raise my wand to you

And in my own special way I love you all

Forever & Always

~*Lily*~

Don't Break my heart, Marauder

Chapter 1: Tea and Biscuits

January 15th 1971, Cokeworth

'LILY EVANS YOU'RE DEAD!'

Petunia Evans screams filled the kitchen and she ran out of the side door of 27 The Fairway chasing a blur of cream and red colours. Lily hurried away from her sister laughing like a hungry hyena. Her red hair was out of control and spiralling over her back.

'That's weird, because I don't feel dead,' laughed Lily pinching the exposed fair skin of her wrist 'nope don't think I belong in the morgue' and grinning she sprinted across the lawn.

'Undo it! Undo it NOW!' Petunia screeched stomping her feet, her normally short brown bob of hair a violent shade of blue and white. She resembled a sugar coated bubble-gum ice cream cone.

'You look better Tuney with your hair blue,' Lily replied. 'I think you should keep it like that! All the boys will want to kiss you'

'DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT BLUE HAIR' Petunia screeched 'AND I DON'T WANT BOYS TO KISS ME!'

'They will now your hair looks better this way,' said Lily coquettishly

'We will see what mum says about this,' and Petunia stormed off spying the familiar outline of the red Lada trundle up the cul-de-sac.

The car pulled up outside the house. The car door opened gingerly creaking and a tall blonde woman stepped out of the drivers' seat a dark red leather handbag swinging from her shoulder. She wore a bright blue nurse uniform.[LM1]

'MUM!' Tuney cried lurching forward she ran across the lawn 'Lily did it again! She did the thing she was told not too!'

'Petunia!' Mrs Evans said sharply taking in her eldest daughter's blue appearance then glancing across the garden at Lily who was still dancing said 'I will deal with you inside, Lily!'

'Hi mum!' said Lily dreamily opening her eyes an enthusiastic smile spreading over her face.

'Lily, in the house,' Mrs Evans said her eyes darting across the road at number 7's twitching curtains she ushered Petunia ahead of her. 'Lily! NOW!' she shouted sharply at her youngest daughter who with slumped shoulders followed her sister into the house.

The glass door slammed behind them and Mrs Evans slung her hand bag over the end of the stair bannister. She carefully removed her watch and id badge placing it with her keys in the bowl on the little shelf by the door. Sighing the thoughts of her day flooding through her mind like a quick click polaroid camera Mrs Evans was dually looking forward to resting her feet up.

'ARRRGGGHHH!'

Mrs Evans then heard a prompt smash and crack like a whip coming from the front room and rushed in to see her daughter Lily standing in front of the fireplace in front of a man in claret and blue clothing wearing what appeared to be a Halloween costume. Petunia was cowering in the corner Lily was staring with her mouth wide open her tongue and tonsils on display.

'Lily, its rude to leave your mouth open like that, put it away,' Mrs Evans said irritably then turning her attention to the man she said with a satisfying smile 'care to tell me what the hell you are doing in my living room Albus and why my 13-year-old daughter is shaking with fear in the corner?'

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Albus smiled, his striped ginger bear reminded Lily of an African tiger and Lily slowly shut her mouth still in awe of the bizarrely dressed man standing in her bright orange walled living room. Lily looked over at Petunia whose nerve was slowly returning.

'Mum he rolled out of the fireplace!' screeched Petunia pointing wildly at the smoking mantelpiece. Jayne half expected Albus to impertinently intervene and when he didn't she spoke

'We have a front door Albus, the polite thing may have been for you to walk through it you know,' Jayne suggested mildly.

'Considering the variables you perhaps were correct but the tube never really agreed with me, all that twisting and turning underground,' Albus shuddered 'no, not my idea of a gentile journey I am afraid,'

Lily relaxed into the cushions resting her head in the crook of the armchair. Surveying the man in front of her she said

'You have a funny name. It's the second funny name I've heard recently,'

'You think my name is funny Miss Evans?' chortled Albus.

'Not funny in a laughy way, it just isn't a name I've ever heard before,' Lily pondered and started counting her fingers 'in my class at school we have a Christopher and two Daniel's and a Phillip-'

'Lily,' said Mrs Evans slowly her eyes not leaving Albus 'Albus doesn't need to know all that. Come sit here with me,' she added sitting on the pink floral sofa. Lily perched her bottom on the edge of the sofa, her pinafore crinkled as she shuffled onto the sofa. 'This better be important, Albus, I have everything in hand'

The living room door opened and Petunia had returned with their father, Mr Evans who was a tall man in brown overalls wearing giant muddy black boots. His wild short mane of hair peaked out beneath a grey tartan flat cap. Oil and grease marks were smeared across his face and his startling green eyes shone brightly against the grease and grime.

'Jayne? What is going on? I heard the girls scream and Petunia said something about-'

'Evening Roger,' said Albus brightly. Roger's face fell and his gaze left Albus and when his eyes fell on his wife he replied

'Really? I thought we agreed Jayne-'

'I didn't bloody personally invite him, Roger,' protested Jayne immediately her eyes flashing dangerously towards her husband.

'I am here about Lily, nothing else as sinister which is flying across your mind Roger.' Albus said calmly 'if you allow me the time in your home, if you'd care to take a seat, Roger,'

Roger looked highly affronted at being offered a seat in his own home. But Jayne mouthed "sit down" and Roger collapsed into the chair nearest the door, Petunia perched on the arm rest her arms folded crossly and she was eyeing Albus suspiciously.

'I have come to give you this,' Albus said directing his attention towards Lily

'Albus you didn't need to come all this way,' sighed Jayne 'we have already discussed a few things with Lily. We were waiting for her letter, you needn't have troubled yourself,'

'Too bloody right,' said Roger gruffly glaring at Albus then at his wife.

'I presumed,' began Albus ignoring Roger 'you might have needed some assistance given the circumstance,' and his blue eyes fell on Petunia.

'I don't need a letter to go to some freaky school! I'm not interested in going off to live with freaks like her!' Petunia said pointedly her voice still slightly shaky and her beady eyes were fixed on Lily. Rather than respond Lily sat their quietly trying to focus on something other than the purest loathing Petunia was throwing in her direction.

'This belongs to you,' said Albus kindly in his hands Lily saw a yellow folded envelope with several lines of green spiralled script, she could just make out her name.

Miss Lilian Evans

The Front Second Bedroom

27 The Fairway

Cokeworth

Whitehill

'Now how about those famous Yorkshire oat biscuits of yours Roger, and a good cup of tea,'

/

'You were right Severus!'

Lily was jumping up and down on her bed, bouncing so hard Severus nearly toppled off the end of the bed. The two of them had been prevented from playing in the garden since it hadn't stopped raining since Tuesday. Lily's room faced the road side of the house, when you looked out of the window you could see the lines of cars either side of the cul-de-sac outside the large semi-detached house'.

'I told you it would all be ok,' said Severus his eyes focused on his book. 'There was no need to panic,'

Lily's legs bent double and she bounced higher stretching her arms out like a helicopter. Severus folded down the page in his book and closed it shut. He watched Lily proceed to flop back onto the bed and threw her long plaited hair over her shoulder.

'He told me everything- about the school, the houses- he and my mum talked like they knew each other' Lily flopped

'You're a muggle born I don't think wizards like Dumbledore would know your parents,' said Severus harshly turning the page of his book slowly.

'But we know each other,' Lily pointed out. Severus shoulder squirmed. 'And is your dad not a muggle and your mum a witch?' she added shrewdly.

'Mhm,' nodded Severus 'when did he say you were going to Diagon Alley?' he said changing the subject.

'Next week with you of course!' Lily said brightly. She jumped spritely off her bed and switched on the radio, the tones of Frank Sinatara 'My Way' vibrating from the speakers. Wrinkling her nose up at the music in distaste she twiddled the tuner switch.

'That's better,' she smiled turning up the volume, The New Seekers blasted out of the radio.

'LILY TURN IT DOWN,'

Severus grinned at Lily as she crossed the room and turned it louder drowning out Petunia's shrill tones. Lily opened her bedroom door wide shouted

'What Tuney I can't hear you!'

/

Cokeworth, West Midlands, March 1971

By the time Lily turned 11 she was intolerable. Petunia had shouted at her several times. Mr Evans had threatened to lock all her spell books in the cellar beneath the stairs. And even Mrs Evans had had enough when over breakfast Lily smashed another glass.

'I thought once she got that letter things wer' 'posed to cam dawn, Jayne' said Roger. He was standing on the newspaper covering the kitchen floor, it had been laid out in a little path by Petunia so her father's muddy work boots wouldn't dirty the immaculately newly laid linoleum. Jayne was putting away the breakfast dishes with Petunia's help.

'She can't control it yet that is why she will go to Hogwarts and learn to control it Roger.' Urged Jayne ragging a chequered dish cloth over the rim of a posy patterned bowl. She passed it to Petunia was standing on a small stool placing the plates neatly in the rack.

'What next Jayne? What if someone sees her- gets us in to trouble. Reports us to the Sosh!'

Jayne sighed in frustration she turned to her husband. He was rubbing his hands over his overalls before sitting down on the chair at the kitchen table also littered with newspaper.

'The social workers for Kirklees bloody council would not give a fat rats backside Roger if the child was on fire, let alone if she breaks the odd piece of crockery!'

'She can make things float, have you seen her do it Mum?'

'Yes, Petunia,' said Jayne mildly exasperated, her soft curled hair frizzing out of its neat bun 'your sister is a witch, and I am afraid it is something you are both going to have to get used to!' and smashing down a plate in the sink Jayne Evans grabbed her keys and marched out of the house leaving her husband calling out her name.

'Why am I here,' Jayne Evans had pulled up into the local petrol station, the bright florescent light sign shone over the car casting long shadows across the hood of the car as it came to a stop. Holding the steering wheel hard she stared out towards the petrol station shop window where she spied a bored looking teenage boy standing behind the cash desk.

She didn't need the petrol; it was just the first place that came to mind. She had spent the off summer job temping in the petrol station- armed robberies often took place here but Jayne had never been frightened by it, she didn't flap.

She felt strangely safe in her little lada sitting on the forecourt. Obliging customs, she filled her car monotonously and paid her bill before driving off.

Jayne drove to the only other place she knew was safe and half an hour later she as on the M4 speeding towards Oxford.

/

'Horace Julian Slughorn, it's me. Don't ignore me, I know what you look like when you transform, I think the Ministry would be highly interested in an unregistered animagi!'

Jayne rapped hard on the painted green door looking through the shallow diamond shaped port hole. Stepping back her feet crunching over the pebbled pavement she looked up at the chimney where plumes of charcoal coloured clouds were flying into the atmosphere.

'I married Roger Evans, you think I can't undo a simply dead bolt sneck and lift lock!'

A rumbled cracking sound came from inside as Jayne started to push on the lock, a small set of tweezers in her hand.

'Last chance Horace,'

The door creaked open revealing a tall lavender robed wizard wearing a bright orange night cap. His wand was tucked into his dressing gown belt along with a dusty potions belt crammed with phials of all colours. He looked older than the last time Jayne had seen him at the funeral. His hair peeked out beneath the cap in wisps like an owl.

'Jayne, I didn't expect to see- '

'Horace I'm here to talk about Lily.'

Sitting in the oval shaped living room Jayne Evans' memories encircled her consciousness everywhere she looked, the large framed picture of the sheep being herded through a snowy woodland, the wide gap in the wall home to an impressive looking coal fire, all inflicting painful imprints on her already troubled mind.

Horace had let her in, little sprouts of scaled gills had started to slink back into his pale podgy white skin making him appear almost fully human again. Unperturbed Jayne had walked straight into the living room because you never forget the house you grew up in.

'When Petunia showed no sign of magic I thought we would be a nice, normal family,' explained Jayne 'I had no idea,' Horace poured in laborious amounts of Pincetti's finest dark rum into the crystal flutes sitting on the curved oak coffee table. 'Still keeping up appearance eh, Horry?'

'Clearly,' said Horace clearing his throat. He leant back at ease, stretching his legs in front of him he clasped his chin in his hands and surveyed his baby sister closely. 'No point in pretending otherwise,'

Jayne knew Horace liked the finer things in life, always had and even when their father had gambled away all their money betting on racing broom matches he still ensured he was able to maintain the pleasures of a high class life. Horace Slughorn only ever commanded the best.

Jayne on the other hand had been less bothered only being 9 years old when they drove the Bentley away from the house and the servants followed suite. Her memories were perforated with their mother struggling to work two jobs, one in the muggle world and one in the world of magic to help support them.

They had moved from their comfortable manor house in Chelmsford where the trees were as tall as the house and the gardens went on for miles to a smaller subdued cottage, this cottage, in Oxford. The few possessions Marjorie Slughorn had purchased with her own money she had brought with her, one of them being the painting of the herded sheep.

'Lily is coming to Hogwarts in September. I need you to look out for her, Horace.'

'My dear I don't think I am the right person? Lily will be placed in Gryffindor you are aware that much I know you know' he said drinking slowly from his glass

'You're my brother, Horace, you seriously think I am able to consider asking our beloved sister?'

'No,' he said quickly his face flinched 'but Jayne I hardly think I can make a difference to the girl more so than any other wizard who will teach her'

Jayne finished her rum and looked around the room her eyes darted over the fireplace, she flinched glancing at the visible scar along her arm where her sister rammed a hot poker.

'As my brother Horace, I am not enjoying being here you full well know what this place did to me. And that wicked, horrid'

Holding his hands up in protest Horace said

'Jayne. Don't go over the past' he said firmly 'the girl will no longer be a danger to herself when she attends Hogwarts,'

'Yes because you will protect her, won't you and it isn't just from herself she needs protecting. I need to know she will be safe; he cannot find her Horace. Swear it,'

/

Authors Note: Below is the run down of the chapters and how I will plan it out. Thank you for reading.

FIRST YEAR CHAPTERS 1-7

SECOND YEAR 8-10

THIRD YEAR 11-14

FOURTH YEAR 15-19

FIFTH YEAR 20-30

SIXTH YEAR 31-49

SEVENTH YEAR 50- 75

AUROR YEARS AND THE POTTER DOWNFALL 76-90

1991-1996 : 91-120

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