Title: The Girl With The Emerald Eyes
Author: BornToBeTheOtherWoman
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, my name would be J.K Rowling and I would have written a whole series based on the Marauders. Seeing as none of those things have happened, I believe that it is safe to say that I do not own Harry Potter. I know, it's a shame. I also do not own the Taylor Swift lyrics!
Summary: She had been many things in her lifetime. A Gryffindor, a friend, a lover, a Mauradette, a wife and a mother. A woman who changed the world. A woman who, inside, was still the girl with the Emerald Eyes.
Author's Note: Howdy, everyone! This is my first ever Harry Potter fanfic, and though I am writing my own trilogy, I figured I'd pull myself away from my novel and try to write some Jily! There might be some resemblances to a few other fics, but that is merely because I enjoyed them and some details stuck with me. Also, you can see the full cover for the fic on my profile! Keep it in mind that this is an AU fic, that follows Lily's life from her 7th year as a Hogwarts student and I plan of ending it after Voldemort's death. In this fic, Lily and James did not die, but I promise to give you a fully detailed explanation to why they are still alive!
Now onto the story!
Part One
"Long Live"
And the cynics were outraged,
Screaming "this is absurd",
'Cause for a moment a band of thieves
In ripped up jeans got to rule the world.
Chapter One
"Of How Curiosity Killed The Cat"
Lily Evans did not know who the Head Boy was.
All through the Summer, the red-head had sat in her room, waiting for September 1st to come with a sad smile on her lips; the smile of someone who had nothing else to do but long to go back to her real home – Hogwarts. She had spent months trapped in her house, listening to her older sister nagging her mother with wedding details – expecting the older woman to take care of everything while Petunia simply went out with her husband-to-be everyday.
Lily had watched her ill mother try her best to make the older girl happy, and yet, nothing was ever good enough. Nothing made Petunia happy and Lily was positive that if September wasn't so close, she would have hexed her sister all the way to Hell, which was were the blonde devil belonged. Mind you, Petunia wanted her wedding to be perfect because she would be vowing before God – Petunia Evans was a nice Christian girl. Lily had always thought that there should be a special place in Hell for Christians like her sister.
Still, her Summer had not been too bad. Not at all, you see, Lily Evans was now Head Girl of Hogwarts, and she honestly could not have been prouder of herself. She was a good student and a good person – she studied, she stayed out of trouble and she was not like those Ravenclaw's who spent their night locked in broom closets doing Merlin knows what with their… boyfriends? Lovers? Fuck buddies? Whatever they wished to call it really. No, Lily Evans was not one of those girls.
In Lily's two years as a prefect, she had broken many fights apart and she knew that her beloved school was a better place because of her. She did not really care about how everyone whispered behind her back; she knew that even though she had caused Gryffindor to lose the House Cup yet again (she had to take points due to the "Marauders"), she was doing her job properly and she couldn't be accused of favouring her own House.
Those were the thoughts swimming around in her head as Petunia drove the car that belonged to their late father to King's Cross Station. She was going back to Hogwarts, going back home. Going back to where she felt safe. And she felt a pain in her chest as she realized that she was not sorry for leaving her mother home with her horrible sister; all Lily wanted to do was get away – away from her sister, away from a house that smelled like her father, away from a muggle life… away from her dying mother. All Lily wanted was to go back to a world of Magic.
The red-head and the blonde did not exchange words as Lily pulled her trunk out of the car and made her way to Platform 9 ¾ , quickly walking through the wall and smiling as she saw the Hogwart's Express looking the same way as she had left it. She was absorbed in her own happiness as someone hugged her from behind, and while most girls would have yelled or jumped away from the grasp, the red-head just grinned. "Why, hello there, Miss McKinnon."
The person hugged Lily tighter before letting go, and the latter quickly turned around to wrap her arms around her best friend. Marlene McKinnon, Marley to her closest friends, was also a Seventh Year Gryffindor, and one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts. Marlene's was… well, THE Marlene McKinnon; the girl who slept more night in the boys' dormitories than in her own; the one who snuck out to the Forbidden Forest after-hours to do things that were out of this world.
And, even though Lily loved to respect the rules, she loved Marlene too much to give her detention. With her big blue eyes and blonde hair, Marley could always bring a smile to Lily's face, and no matter how hard the red-head tried to change her friend's ways, she had been unsuccessful. Marlene was a force of nature.
"Hi there, Miss Evans. Looking as pretty as usual. Now, did you by any chance take my advice and shagged someone senseless this Summer? I hope you did. Merlin, tell me you did." Marley said as she pulled away from the hug; a sparkle in her eye and could only mean one thing – trouble. And by Merlin, Lily knew that look too goddamn well to ignore it.
"No, I didn't. Sorry Marley, not all of us were born with a sex-drive like yours. I might just become a nun after I graduate; I think it would be quite pleasant." Lily shrugged, a smile tugging at her lips as she saw someone running towards them. A girl with long curly black hair bumped against both of them; hugging them tightly for a few seconds before pulling away – a wide smile on her face.
Mary MacDonald was also a force of nature, though she was nothing like Marlene or Lily. Nope, Mary was the fun one. Being a halfblood with, the brunette had seen the best of both the Muggle and the Wizarding world and that had made her conserve her child-like innocence and naïve mind – a girl who had been pampered by her parents and had grown up without a care in the world. All Mary cared about was having a good time.
They were a peculiar little group, Lily had to admit that, but they worked. Marlene was the dirty one who was far too honest for her own good. Mary was the kind one who care too deeply for other people's feelings. And Lily, dear sweet Lily, was the voice of reason – the one who had to keep her best friends in line. She was more than that, though, even if she did not realize it. Lily Evans was intelligent, witty and naïve when it came to boys; a cute little virgin as Marley usually called her. But, and keep this in mind as you read on, Lily had a temper. A temper as fiery as her hair. A temper that people usually feared. And Lily's first day of school on her 7th year was marked by just that – her temper. But more on that later.
The three girls talked for a while about their Summer, the new year of school and, as usual, Marley's sexual conquests.
"Oh, come on, you wish you had shagged him too, Mary, don't give me that look! I quite enjoyed it. The boy can go on for hours and Merlin help me, those fingers!" The blonde exclaimed as she found her friends a compartment in the Express. Mary, however, kept her mouth shut as she sat down, shooting Marley a look as she sat down. Lily was there, was she not? Maybe Marlene could brag about shagging the bloke after the red-head got the news.
But Marlene was not one to take a hint. "You're just jealous that I shagged the Head Boy!"
This time, Lily was the one to look at Marley with wide eyes, jumping from her seat as a smile lit up her freckle-filled face. She was finally going to know who the Head Boy was! After a month's wait. "Well! Who is it then? Is it Remus?"
"Oh, Merlin no! James Potter, m'dear." Marley replied before she was kicked by Mary. The brunette just covered her hands with her eyes and mumbled softly as she waited for it to come. Because, to be honest, she was sure that Lily would explode. "She's Head Girl."
"Oh."
Lily could feel her face turn dark red and she could feel her heart beating faster, not from love, but from hatred. No. Nope. Not a chance. He couldn't possibly be Head Boy – Dumbledore had finally lost it! Potter was going to ruin her chance of leaving her mark in Hogwarts history. He was going to be the worst Head Boy ever! And there had been over 1000 Head Boys already. No. No. No. No.
Oh, for fuck's sake no.
Lily Evans had a temper, and it became quite evident as she stormed out of the compartment; her wand already in her hand.
"You just can't keep you mouth shut, can you, Marlene?"
"Just shut up and help me stop her before she curses his cock off, Mary."
And, with that, the compartment was left empty.