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LILY

On the morning of September 1 I, Lily Evans, woke up four hours earlier then I needed to. The only time in the past six year had I had ever done this before was when I was 11 going to my first year if Hogwarts, now wakening up the morning of my seventh and final year of Hogwarts I woke up three hours before I needed to with a strange mixture of emoticons in my stomach, excitement, dread, saddens, worry and happiness. It was a odd feeling to know this would be the last time that I would ever wake up on September 1 and ride Hogwarts Express, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After this year I would face the rest of my life, and that thought just scared me.

Since it was only 5:30 in morning my mother, father or sister was awake, the house was dead silent expect for my own breathing. I knew that my family would wake up around 8:30/ 9:00, we would have a small and nice brunch and then send me off to my last year of school. I had already packed everything I needed in my trunk that now should beside my bedroom door, the night before and because I could only count my socks so many times, I disparity needed something to keep her mind busy for the next few hours. After getting dressed I grabbed my favorite, muggle book,(I was temped to grab one of my school or wizard books but the chance of me getting caught reading a book with moving pictures by a muggle was to great for me to chance it) and wrote a quick note to my mom telling her were I would be. I walked out of the house.

Two blocks away from were I lived was a small, rustic but very cute play ground. This playground was were and my sister Putunia and I would speed our afternoons and summer brakes, this was the play ground were a little boy with greasy black hair told me what I was. I shock my head tiring not to remember those memories, or any memories I had of that boy.

I sighed and walked to the small swing set, flopped down on one of the small swings and sighed , there was a cloudy over hang and a slight fog giving everything a light gray blue tint.

I opened the book I brought hoping the words on the page would distract me from the strange feeling I had in the pit of my stomach, but I would only see the indenveal words in front me I couldn't string them together, making them just words, not a sentence not a not a story, just words.

Slightly frustrated, I tossed the books aside, and just starred at my shoes. This was the first day of my last year of school, I should be happy not ready to cry but here I was, a seventeen year old witch, sitting on a swing set in a muggle playground tears playing at my eyelids.

"Hey, you dropped this" said a soft voice behind me, I knew this voice I didn't need to look behind me to know who it was, but I did anyways knowing who I would see, tall lankly with long greasy black hair and cold gray eyes, should the little boy who told me I was a witch at this except spot stood behind me all grown up and holding the muggle book that I had tossed aside. Looking at Snape I felt the worries and frustrations and excitement about school wash away living in it's place anger.

"Get away from me" I told him turning around so I won't have to look at my ex best friend, my ex best friend that called me the worst thing you could call a muggle born. He called me a mud blood.

"I care about you," He whispered sitting the book beside the swing, "I always will" and with that he left. I sat in that swing not moving, for anther hour and a half claming myself down before I headed back home.

This year I thought to my self as I was leaving the park the book by the swing were Snape left it, This year is going to be the best year at Hogwarts ever! feeling much better I walked home daydreaming about the fun I could have.

SNAPE

I watched for the next hour and half, all she did was sit on the swing, she didn't pick up her book or even look at it when she walked out of the park, Why can't she see that I was wrong, why can't she see that I love her. I sighed and walked out of the brushes of were I was hiding watching her. I picked up the book and placed it in my coat pocket planning to read it later when I was alone. She had so she must have liked this book, even if it is a muggle book. I continued to follow the one girl I will always love, until she reached her house.

I love that girl, I just wished she would love me too.


Tada first part of my story about Lily and James, James's (or anyone else really) is not in this chapter but James and everyone else will be in the next one I promise, sorry if you guys think that Lily is a little bit too emotional, but when I started my last year of high school I was feeling all those things so I thought it would a good way to make Lily more human, if she was suffering from a slight emotional turmoil. R&R!!!