English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for my grammar.

I own nothing. Everything is J. K. Rowling's and Warner Bros's. This is just a fanfic. That's why it's on

This is a historical romance, around year 1810 (kinda Pride and Prejudice scenario).

Enjoy !

P.S. I'm a new writer. Be nice.

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When I was nine years old, I met the love of my life.

At least I thought he was. Mother and Father had already told me this day would come, the day they would find me a husband that suited the family's legacy. As a kid, I didn't realize how serious it was, I didn't really understand my family's political position.

Besides, girls were supposed to dream and wait about the day they'd get their own family's, marry a nice gentleman and procreate. I was told since very little the importance of running your home, taking care of your kids and pleasing your husband. Society's judgments could be very harsh on women.

My mom and dad were very important, I knew people respected them. Our home was the place of many parties, dances and drinking. I was often told how lucky I was to be in a high society family. This meant it would be a good deal to marry me. Influence, money and power definitely made a girl desirable.

So when the time came to make the arrangement, I was more than ready to take it. One night at dinner, my parents decided to let me know I would meet my future husband on the very next day. They were not from England, they came from a very rich place in Scotland, and their name was Potter.

My future name.

They were also a very important family, so they decided it would be smart to one day marry their kids. Potter and Evans. The biggest wedding (and deal) society would ever see. Everybody was very please with it. Even I.

At nine years old I knew one day I would be Lily Potter. My family was very proud of me.

Little did I know that my life was not going to be the fairytale I'd imagined.

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I remember clearly the day we met. Like it was yesterday. Mom and dad said I should get ready because the Potters would get there at any moment.

I ran to my room and with the help of the servants, I put my best dress on. They braided my long red hair carefully so I was looking like and angel.

This was such an important day. I was gonna meet my future husband! I was nervous, excited, and feeling so grown up. Even though we'd have to wait a few years to get married, I knew today was the first day of the rest of my life.

When the Potters came, my world changed completely in a matter of seconds. They were indeed a very important family; you could feel that just for being in their presence. Mr Potter was quiet and very serious, Mrs Potter was extremely polite but very sweet. And their son was the most gorgeous person I'd ever laid eyes on. He was also nine years old, dark hair sticking up to every direction, brown beautiful eyes, square glasses and a determined look and fierceness in his actions you could tell he was ready to conquer the world.

He also didn't even glance at me,

Not even once. He didn't acknowledge my presence at all. Our parents were talking about our future, signing papers and everything, and he just stood there, looking at everything except at me.

It didn't take me much time to find out that he was not happy about it. He didn't want to marry me. But he was gonna do it anyway because he had no other choice.

The years came by, and he made it certain how much he despised me. We didn't see each other very often, only at official events and some parties, but every time he would completely ignore me, just like that very first time.

Like it was my fault we had such a destiny.

But even then, I couldn't find it in me to hate him.

Now I'm seventeen years old, about to get married to James Potter, unite our families and live in constant sadness by being with someone who will never love me.

Joy.