Yay! Glad to finally be putting up my first fanfiction on my neglected account! xD Please read and review. Thanks!~ Aries
P.S. I didn't think the Prologue seem this short... _ Ah well....
Prologue
I had always loved her. Her dark red hair, her dazzling smile, the warm, understanding green eyes, but, most of all, the unmistakable courage and spirit that lay in Lily Evans, was what really sparked me.
I cannot say we were alike in any way. My childhood had been rough, with a mother and father that constantly argued, I was not loved and cared for the way Lily and her sister were. To drown out the usual sounds of my yelling father, and cowering mother, I holed up in my little shoebox of a room, and read old textbooks. I was a very studious, quiet boy, but most of all, I was fascinated with the stories my mother had told me about, the ones of the magical school she had once attended, called Hogwarts. I would go to the school when I was older, she had promised me, but right now, I could only wait for my time to come. I shared this knowledge with Lily, who I had just recently met at the time. She seemed just as fascinated as I was of the magical world shadowed from us at the time. Everything, from the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall in Hogwarts, to the happiness-wrenching, terrifying dementors of Azkaban.
Lily always seemed terrified of making mistakes, and then ending up in Azkaban. I always assured her that the sort of thing would never happen to her. She would give a little smile, and then urge me to tell her about something else of the magical world. During this time, I always had her to look forward to, and seeing her always relieved every my pain, from the hunger pangs of being denied dinner, to the bruises I had neatly delivered by my furious father every time I made a mistake in my errands. That sort of pain would instantly disappear as I saw her cheerful face.
We soon became the best of friends, though very different, we shared a love of knowledge. Time was running fast, and soon we'd be off to Hogwarts, and though we had promised to stick together through everything, we'd soon take different paths...
From:
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
By Robert Frost
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
Took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.