Prologue
For the seventh and last time I find myself walking through the barrier from Platform 9 and ¾ to be greeted by my parents in a tearful reunion. But his time just seems different. I'm different, I have changed so much since I first got my Hogwarts Letter, found out I was a witch, first stepped on to the miraculous Hogwarts Express unaware of all of what was laid out in front of me from then until the rest of my life.
My name is Lily Evans, seventeen and a muggleborn witch, ready to embark on a whole new life, away from my family, my comfort zone, my one and only lifeline. Life will never be the same again. Well my life was never actually normal.
When I was little my parents told me that where ever I went unusual happenings were usually in my wake. I was such an odd child compared to my sister Petunia, who lived for normalcy. As a child I loved reading books about the supernatural, witches and wizards and magical intrigue. I never expected magic to be real. But it is, as real as I am standing here today. I still remember that day long ago clearly the day I started my transformation.
I had woken up on a sunny summer day to an impatient tapping to on my window. I then proceeded to fling open my curtains to find a beautiful owl sitting on the window sill. To find an owl at my window was odd enough but I was intrigued. I opened to window and the creature flew in and dropped a letter into my hands. My Hogwarts letter. For the rest of the day all I could remember was a flurry of questions and almost panic. A wizard from the school came and explained it to all of us and by the end of the day it was decided, I was going to Hogwarts. From that moment on my life was filled was all the hustle and bustle of getting school supplies and reading books about the wizarding world so I would be filled in on everything. My parents were proud as can be. I couldn't wait for school to start. From the moment I stepped on to the train to the moment I stepped off today is such a blur. Though these seven years has probably been the most memorable blur I have ever experienced.
Everyone always told me to start stories at the beginning but I have never been a big fan of that rule. Yes I could tell you all about my seven years at Hogwarts but frankly I would find that unbearably tedious. I looked down at the sparkling diamond engagement ring on my finger and then to the love of my life standing at my side and I decided where to start my story. I have always said that when one chapter of my life ends another begins, so this story begins at an ending point and a starting point, at the end of my childhood and the beginning of the rest of my life. Seventh year, still so much of a blur but yet so clear, the turning part of my life. So this is where I shall start, at the beginning of a new year, the most memorable year, seventh year.
I looked up at the huge clock at the train station, 10:58. Shoot, I only have 2 minutes until the train leaves the station. I quickened my pace, thinking about the morning. As usual I was greeted by my mother and father all teary-eyed at the thought of me leaving. My sister never missing a chance to ridicule me was waiting in the car for the trip to King's Cross. Ever since my birthday she had been dating this complete jerk named Vernon apparently she loved him and they were already talking about marriage. God, they had only been together for two months! So in the car she was talking about her boyfriend the whole time. When we got to the station at quarter of 11 she was still babbling. I waited for ten minutes until I got the chance to say good bye and escape. Now I am running at full speed towards platform 9 and ¾. Right after I made it through to the platform and I was heading toward the train I was plowed down by none other than James Potter, the complete jerk, himself. While he apologized profusely, got up, held his hand out and pulled me from the ground and offered the help me stow my trunk on the train, I tucked my long, straight, red hair behind my ear and looked at him through narrowed emerald green eyes, studying him. He was still the same as ever, annoyingly messed up black hair and sparkling hazel eyes. But then something was different. I mean I expected him to knock me down but not act like he was truly sorry. I decided not to dwell on it and when I got the chance I left him to go find my best, and only friend Caitlyn in one of the many compartments. Little did I know that this year would turn out to be the best year I have ever had.