Lily. The name so many different boys have screamed at night. I'm the prettiest girl at school, and everyone hates me. The girls, because I've stolen their boyfriends, the boys because it's my fault they let themselves get stolen and now have no girlfriends. 'Cause they're tainted. The taintage of Lily. There is even an I Hate Lily Club. But it's silent. Unspoken and once you've joined, addicting and impossible to back out of. Because the club is the core of all gossip at the school.

And like everyone knows, gossip is secret, so the girl who you call a slut behind her back, the girl whose guts you hate, is your best friend. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Hence the reason I, Lily Marie Evans, one of the girls whose attempted murders (yes, I'm telling you they hate me that much) are not infrequent, is everyone's best friend, the most popular girl at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts, in case you didn't catch it, is a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Because I'm a witch and all that. And since Lily Evans can't be a normal witch, I'm an enchantress, or so I'm told by Dumbledore. So... Yup. That's me. The player of Hogwarts, the girl whose life was ruined by beauty.

It's not like I asked for it, mind you. Not a snowball's chance in hell, as my dear sister likes to say. It just came. And with all the attention, it's not like I minded it. I never was used to attention. I didn't know how to handle it. I like to think it is not my fault. But it always was, and it always will be.

It totally ruined my life, in more ways than could possibly be imagined. It… It's hard to explain. But I'll try. Because I don't want to die with out people knowing, knowing what it's like- gosh, this is going to be hard. But I'll do, trust me, once I put my mind to something it will happen. Trust me, you'll find out every single gory detail.

So. I'm going tell you the story that got me up to where I am now. At the top. I still can't believe it's already been six years. When I go back to school in September it will be my last year. Anyways, it was probably… Well, the middle of August, and a letter flew in. Literally. On an owl's leg. First, I'll tell you a bit about my family. If you could call them that. It was the classic story about an abusive dad, a mother who still loves him and a sister who he loves. More than a dad should, in my opinion. I know I'm not the only person who wakes up because of their mom's cries of pain, but it hurts. A lot. So does my dad hitting me. I mean it's like he was reincarnated, and in his other life he was a medieval torturer. I mean it hurts that bad. I guess it's partly the fault of me and my big mouth. Oo, he's coming… There's an example: He says, "What are you doing- well, you can imagine the words he used instead of my name-Tell me!" A perfect me would be all: "Father, sir, I was writing in my diary does it displease you?" and then stand up and hold out the diary. Real me: " Why should I tell you- and then I add a few words he probably wished he had used to call me- 'Dad'?" and follow that with a rude hand gesture before chucking the diary at him. Hard. Oops I think I saw blood, that's gonna stain. Ouch, it even bounced back… Here he comes… Gotta dash. Oh, I forgot, he'll destroy my diary if I leave it here. And he'll destroy me too if he reads it.

So now you've met my family. My dad at least… The rest is not much more impressive. God, so frikin' cold out here! Wha… my mom and my sister are coming! What are they doing out here?

Here is my replica of the conversation, in case you care:

"Hey there bitch!" Petunia sneered.

"Petty, you know I don't like words like that!" Mom scolded.

"Dad uses them ! Why can't I?"

"Well…" she shighed, lovestruck, " Since John uses them I guess you can."

"Mom! Get over him! You don't have a snowball's chance in hell with him. He loves ME!!!!"

Getting teary eyed at reality's brutal hit, Mother Darling turned towards me: " I heard you were rude towards MY husband. You know what that means."

Her snipped tone was hard to miss, "Dammit Mom! That's the fifth meal in a row I've missed!"

"Well, you only have your big mouth to blame."

Well that's my cue to snap my diary shut and stalk away from the house.

So, you've met my family. Now on to the whole owl deal.

It came in, or flew in, whatever… So my dad pulled out a shotgun from the kitchen drawer, and shot it five time. Damn, that must have hurt. Anyways, afterwards, I went to look at it (actually, I was "elected" to clean it up) and it had a letter and lo and behold, I was sent to Hogwarts, the only reason being that my parents hate me. Ow. He just slapped me. Oops. I forgot to make dinner… I see a bad mood coming on. Bye.

Well… Let's skip to Hogwarts. So, as you can guess my parents just, well kicked me out, at the age of eleven nonetheless, and said for the rest of the summer, you are on your own… And well it was, including my time spent with my wonderful family, the worst couple years of my life. Because, at the age of eleven, I was on the streets. And believe me, that is not a good feeling. I never made it to Hogwarts those first years. It was all I could do to stay alive- okay. That is not completely true. I was soon after being kicked out discovered and taken up by foster homes- and I really do mean foster homes, as in plural. I got sent to so many… At first, I tried so hard to adapt, to find a real family. I worked so hard to loose the hard shell my family had forced me to grow. But soon that wasn't enough. They didn't think I adapted fast enough, and had me shipped off for "disrupting their household." It hurt the first time. The second, and third time too… But once that happens to you enough, you let it slide off. It became habit. I started to keep my bags packed and was ready for the next time to leave.

It worked well enough for a good couple of years. I never saw my real family again, but the fosters kept me alive, and… Happy-ish. When I was thirteen though, it went downhill. The family I was placed with didn't have a problem with me. I had a problem with them. They were cruel, harsh, and the dad… Well, he never did end up doing anything to me, but I know that if he had been given the chance…

That was how I made my first real friend. Dakanya. We spent all our time together. She had it worse off than I did though. She had been orphaned at the age of six. Just picturing the things that had happened to her made me sick.She had been switched from house to house for almost ten years. Until, like me, this house became the last. The father of the house… Really liked her. And bad things happened. She tried to protect me for him though. Daka and I were inseparable, until the week before Hogwarts.

The weirdest thing happened. It made no sense to me at the time, but now… It was the beginning of my powers, but also so much more. A man came into this alley way Daka and I were walking through. And when she saw his face, she literally started shaking. It was horrible: her pale face paled even more and she just turned limp as he grabbed her in his arms. It was over so quickly for her. She never had a chance. I was so worried that I froze. No matter how much I wanted to protect her, my muscles weren't working. She was so fragile, "Un…Uncl…cle… What are you d..d…oing he-" He just hit her head into the wall and expression died slowly off her face.

Suddenly, it was as if my body realized that my only friend had just been killed. I sprung into action; it was as if my subconscious knew what to do. Actually, I guess it did. So, I just flicked my hand and he went flying into the very wall he killed Daka with. He slumped over and, seeing as he was still conscious, I did some weird thing with my mind and he burst into flames. I never did find out why he killed Dakanya, until recently… But that is for later.

Then, my life went on, without her. I was thirteen, almost fourteen. I should have been going into my fourth year. By that time I had all but forgotten about Hogwarts. But omehow, every year, August sixteenth, like the letter had specified, I would take my self to the station, in hope of a way to get to Hogwarts. It never did work, until this year. I had packed my bag the night before, as usual. I never expected it to work, but it was my way of keeping up my hopes. I was late though this day, every other year, I had gone early. Before eleven o'clock, every time, I would sit outside the station, looking around. My foster parents had made me do chores this time though, so it was 10:45 before I left the house. I ran to the station (thankfully, it was only a mile away) and looked around for a sign to get in. All I knew was that at the Station Nine and Three Quarters, a train would leave to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry at eleven, which is what the letter had said all those years ago. With my luck, as the clock struck eleven, I was completely lost, I couldn't even find my usual sitting spot.

I was worried and sad; I felt horrible, worse than I had ever felt. Somehow, I had felt that it would work for me this time, if only I hadn't been late. I was sadder than ever, and I just gave up. My life was over for me. As I slid to the ground, all I wanted to do was cry, sob harder than I ever had. But my motto was Never let them see you cry. So I didn't. All I could think of was some huge hall, with loads of kids filing in and how much I wanted to be there. I just thought of that until I fell asleep. What felt like a few minutes later, a conductor official looking man came over and shook me. "Girlie, we have a train about to unload in….. five minutes, at 5:57." Everything was so disorienting, all the colors and noises and people. I couldn't remember where I was. I just nodded and left. I was tumbling along the street, when I felt something in my pocket, and then all I could think about was "Hogwarts," the school I would never go to. I could only imagine how perfect it must have been. I never wanted to see my foster home again. I was in despair.

Hogwarts,

Someday, Today,

I will go there.

Later, Now,

I will be there.

Halls filled with children,

Candles that are floating,

Hogwarts,

I bid my self to be there.

Remembering the singing lessons my sister took, thinking of when I had listened at the door, I sang a little tune as I twirled along the sidewalk.

Hogwarts,

Here I come.

Hogwarts there I am.

I call on the world,

To help me.

My powers will

Help me.

And, with a flashback of my wannabe Wicca days, I thought the whole thing sounded a bit like a spell, and added, as I jumped on a bench with a flourish,

So mote it be.

I was so lucky that day. The luckiest I have ever been. Because this makeshift "spell" took me to Hogwarts.

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Wow. I combined some chapters, and re-wrote a lot of them too… That means this story is under construction right now, so check this out while I work on the other chappies!