my best friend

by mork789456123

so, lets see this is my take on what could have been lily james life. from eleven years old to death. only this story will show snape as more than the moody poition master. it will show him as lilys best friend. please no flames.

(a/n) hello! and welcome to the very first chapter of my very first story! anyways i happen to love these kind of storys. but i really have not written much. so i came up with this! i posted a snipped of the story i wrote. and if someone likes it ill post some more. so if you like this little bit review and tell me so.

i would like to dedicate this story to my hero: sierra charm. she wrote an amazing story that inspired me to write.the story is called eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad. sadly she left fan-fiction forever to right her own story.

my best friend

lily evens woke up on her eleventh birth day to the wonderfully high tones of her sister screaming."oh, what is it this time?"lily mumbled to herself.she calmly walked down to the kitchen. that was when she found her sister Petunia waving a dish rag in the air. or more specifically, at the owl swooping vainly above her head.And then lily did what any eleven year old girl with an owl flying in her direction would do. she began to scream also. "MUM! DAD! HELP ME CALL SOMEONE! GET IT OUT!!!!" at that moment her mother and father came crashing into the room. "whats going on!?"her father shouted. the owl, sensing more screaming in the future simply dropped its letter on the table an left. lily recovered enough to go and see who the letter was addressed to. she flipped it over and read in surprise her own name.