1Title: Cinderella lived only in fairytales.

Author: Riauna

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Characters, that much is obvious, but I think J.K. Rowling did a fabulous job giving us something to play around with. Hope you enjoy:)

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Ch. 1- The Fire

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Lily Evans couldn't see through the streaming tears that blurred her vision. She could no longer feel her legs that were still running from the burning house. She didn't even know where she was going. Everyone she had held close to her heart had been in that house. Another wave of tears came crashing out as she held the small heart shaped locket that was hanging around her neck. It had been an early wedding gift from her fiancé, but he was gone too now. Why had she let her sister anger her, why did she have to leave alone. But Jack had stayed at the house, determined to see Lily when she returned for if she needed him. Petunia, her older sister, had left right after Lily originally did, but there was no running to her for help. Lily's legs gave in and she collapsed on the soft grass beneath her. There was no going back, she had no home. Her family had been victims of the tragic war against the evil tyrant Voldemort. Lily curled into a ball and let the pain wash over her yet again. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Tomorrow she was supposed to be getting married. It wouldn't have been a lavish wedding, neither families had that kind of money, but there would have been love and unity, and a small home Jack had built himself. Lily and Jack, though temptation had been hard, were saving themselves for the wedding night. It was supposed to be the most amazing and beautiful experience the two had ever shared. They would dance and drink and Lily would be his. Her heart ached with the empty dreams that were always too good to be true. The sounds of horses echoed in the distance. With a heavy cry Lily crawled out of the forest path and hid behind the heavy bushes near by. She watched with clouded eyes as some of the Dark Lords troops (Commonly referred to as Death Eaters) came riding down the path. Cold laugher escaped their lips as they rushed past the hiding girl. Hate built up in the young Lily Evans.

She had always been known for the love she bore for everyone and everything. She always detested the talks of war because it meant talks of death. Because of her hate for the war, Jack had never joined. Even still, war had consumed her life along with her family's. Lily watched as the last riding figure rode out of sight. Her family had died because of them. She knew what she had to do, but first...she would have to return to the charred remains of her home. She stood up and steadied her legs. There was no time for sleep this night, too much was to be done if she was to avenge her family.

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"My Lord, there has been another attack." a meek voice said with a low bow. James Potter, after his parent's early demise, had become king at the age of twenty. With his parent's death came the war. It was the tyrant Voldemort that had killed his parents.

"Were there nobles involved?" James asked with a stern voice.

"No My Lord, it was a peasant family...they were gathering for a wedding that was to happen Tomorrow morning." James nodded his head with thought.

"Better that way I guess...It will cause less worry this way." James dismissed the man with a wave of his hand as he emotionlessly contemplated the news of events. Over the years Voldemort had gained a surprisingly large group of supporters that was now large enough to fight as an army. His name had become feared by a vast majority of James' people. James stood up and dismissed his staff for the night. There would be no sleep this night. There was a war to fight and much to be done to win it.

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Lily arrived at the ruins much quicker then she had expected. Her fingers traced the locket that hung around her neck lovingly. She took the hardest step she had ever had to make and walked upon the rubble and charred wood. There would be no bodies to recover, the Death Eaters took care of that. Lily looked to the side of what would have been the house to find a sack she had used earlier that day to collect apples for the dinner. It was empty now and was large enough to gather what she needed. She picked it up and began walking towards the center of the home. Bending down she uncovered what was a trap door. They never had a chance to make it here. Lily looked around quickly before opening the trap door. She began climbing down the wooden ladder and delicately landed onto the soft ground. Her eyes found what she was looking for.

A large shelf held her father's most prized possessions. His father had been a Black Smith and had made these for his son before he passed. They had never been used but Lily knew that they were strong enough for what she needed. She grabbed two of the swords. Both had solid black handles causing the Blades to gleam from the dull light above. Engraved was the name Evans on each of the hilts. She then moved for some daggers. Her father had taught her how to fight with both swords and daggers when she was a young girl. When Petunia caught them she immediately told their mother. That had ended her secret sessions of sword play, but Lily never forgot. She put the weapons into their sheaths and hurried back up the ladder.

"I promise...I will avenge you all." Lily whispered silently. Lily put the blades in the sack and walked away from the charred rubble. She was startled when she heard the sounds of a nearing carriage.

"Oh My God!" A shrilled voice called as an elegant carriage stopped before the ruins. Petunia had come back. Lily quickly hid as fast as she could before settling back and watching as her sister drew closer. Petunia had married a man with money, that fact had constantly been thrown into Lily's face. Petunia loved the fact that her beautiful sister could do no better then a carpenter. Petunia's eyes gazed over the ruins one last time before returning to the carriage. "Take me home!" She demanded before disappearing with the night. Lily let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. If Petunia was to see her...everything would be ruined.

Lily headed back into the surrounding forest with new determination. She only stopped when she came to a flowing river that ran along side the Evan's home. She sat down on the river bank, much like she had done when younger, and began thinking of what was to come. Woman were not to fight in the King's army. She pulled out one of the daggers she had grabbed and looked it over. She could see her reflection in the sharp blade. Her flowing red hair would have to be cut. Jack had always loved her hair. Her emerald eyes let one last tear fall in remembrance. Boys don't cry...no, men don't cry. Lily Evans would have to become a man if she were to avenge the ones she loved. Until this war was over, she would cry no more.

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James looked out to see the sun slowly rising over the mountains. Sleep had never come just as he had expected. It wasn't important though, he had much to do at the moment. He had three Generals that he enlisted to run his army. He head grown up with these men and had grown to call them brothers. His closest was Sirius Black, always the more mischievous growing up, had been angered when his own brother left to fight along side Voldemort. He was a fighter who used his wits and instincts to see him through. Remus Lupin based his skill more off of logics. He was always the first to find a flaw in a plan. Peter Pettigrew fought using the need to survive to guide him. Not wanting to die, he fought harder to live. James smiled as he thought of the three that had helped him so much when recovering from the death of his parents. They picked him up when his country needed a king.

For the next week James, along with his generals, would be enlisting soldiers to fight. Based on their skill and strength, this would determine which general they would fight under. It would do no good to send soldiers just anywhere. James walked into the dining hall to see his generals already devouring the warm food before them. Sirius glanced up at James and frowned when he saw his friend's appearance.

"Another sleepless night?" Sirius asked, though the answer was obvious. James sat down at the long rectangled table and waited for the servants to bring out his own plate.

"There was another attack last night. I don't like Voldemort's obvious increasing in attacks." James replied as a shaky young women brought out his breakfast. Sirius winked at the young women with a flirtatious smile causing the girl to blush before rushing out of the room. Remus shook his head with a small smile at his friend's antics.

"Were there any survivors?" Remus asked thoughtfully.

"No...but one of the daughters who used to live there had come later and saw the place. She is the only one left from their family." James replied.

"Poor girl." Sirius said sadly. James almost wanted to laugh.

"Not really, word is the girl was happy about it, apparently her sister had been in that fire."

"Happy?" Peter asked disbelievingly. James shook his head with a small frown.

"I didn't ask...I guess her sister wasn't...the most friendliest."

"Still...a pity." Remus murmured into his food.

"That's war." Sirius responded with a frown.

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Yes, it's short, but this is just the start. I'm actually really excited with this new project and I hope that everyone enjoyed.

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