Summary: On New Year's Eve, Lily's mother made her write a reflection on the past year. Lily decides to make this a habit…so here's a collection of snapshots of Lily's life from age 10 to when she dies, written once a year on every Dec. 31st.

A/N: Hmm, what a random idea.

Disclaimer: I'm gonna do this only once, so listen up. Y'all know that the HP stuff doesn't belong to me, but the dates in this chapter I didn't create. I got them from the HP Lexicon website. Rest is from my mind (I think).

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Chapter 1: 1968, Ten years old

Dec. 31, 1968

It's almost the New Year!

Mummy says I should write a "reflection" on how 1968 went, to go back and look at all that I did and all that I didn't, to remember the wishes I made and those that came true, and to cherish all the good times I had. Sure, that sounds like loads of fun…not!

It's all Petunia's fault I'm doing this. She hasn't been getting top marks in her English class at school, so Mummy's making her write a reflection for extra writing practice. I started laughing at her when she told me…I, of course, didn't have to do it; I got top marks in all my classes! But Petunia complained to Mummy that I laughed at her, who got mad that I laughed at my sister, and now I'm stuck writing a bloody "reflection".

Sigh.

Might as well start at the beginning. I shall call this book my…Reflection book.

Hello, Reflection book! I'm Lily Marie Evans, age ten years, attending Year 4 at Ridgewoode Academy for Girls. I've got one sister, Petunia, and two cats, Monty and Python. (Cute names, aren't they?)

I've got red, red, RED hair and green, green, GREEN eyes. All the boys in my class call me a walking Christmas tree. Last year, during Christmas time, a kid named Billy Butkis even put an ornament in my hair. He'd done it during DEAR time (Drop Everything And Read time)…so I hadn't noticed he did it until everyone started laughing at me. I had gone sooo red in my face, it must have clashed horribly with my red hair.

Billy Butkis is a complete prat (has a deserving name, doesn't he?). Now that I think about it, all the boys in my class are prats. There's Mike Ryder, who is really good at football and he knows it, so he shows off A LOT. Then there's Mark Cappo, the class bully. Mark only bullies boys; he thinks girls aren't worth it, since we always cry and the teachers come to us, so he never gets the lunch money or new bike or whatever else he wants from us. This past year, though, he annoyed me. I mean, REALLY bugged me. He wanted my new shiny pencil sharpener! Of course, I wasn't willing to let it go. Unlike other girls, I don't cry…I fight! So I kneed him in between his legs, where boys always seem to touch when they think no one's looking.

That did the trick—Mark Cappo fell over like a broken doll and started howling like a monkey overdosed on Smarties. I didn't know what I had done…I just kicked him, right? It shouldn't hurt that much. So I went to Petunia that night and asked her why Mark Cappo cried like a baby when I hit him between his legs…Petunia never tells me anything. She's such a bad sister. So, as always, she was useless...she just said I hit him on his pee-knees…is it called that because boys pee from it and it's between their knees?

Either way, I was talking about boys, right? So half the boys in my class are all complete nincompoops, and the other half are so quiet, they're just nameless blobs sitting on stools. Why isn't there someone perfect out there for me? Someone, when I see him, I'll know he's the right one. When, oh when, will I find this guy?

Cripes! I'm 10 years old, and I have not had one single boyfriend yet! My friend Rita Edgewater had TWO…and she said her last one kissed her on the cheek! Lucky Duck.

But I guess it's worth waiting for my perfect guy, whoever and wherever he is.

He'll have brown—no! BLACK hair that'll be so naturally cute-looking. And he'll have…well, hazel eyes would do, I suppose. His eyes can't be blue, as they'd clash with my bright green ones, and brown eyes are way too boring. So hazel it is. He'll be taller than me, for sure! But not too tall, because how will I be able to kiss him? Next, he'll be well-built…because he'll be good at basketball. He'll be better than Mike Ryder is at football, but my perfect boy won't show off. He's a good guy.

And of course, he'll be smart! Clever, and funny, and intelligent too! He'll bedazzle all the teachers and the girls with his knowledge. But of course, he'll have eyes only for one girl…me! He'll love my hair, and my smile, and especially my eyes. He'll call me his flower, his pearl, his girl. (Hehe, that rhymes!) He'll be hopelessly romantic—red roses and all! Most of all, he'll love me for who I am—Lily. His name will be…okay so I don't know what it will be, but it will be perfect!

He'll be perfect.

Yeah. That'll be my Prince Charming. He's here somewhere…and I know I'll meet him soon!

Let's get back to reality, Lily. This is a reflection! Talk about what happened all this year and stuff. Chop, chop.

Okay. This past year has been a bit…quirky. Stuff happened so randomly, so unexpectedly, so accidentally, that it seemed almost like … magic.

Like, take the time Petunia gave me a haircut. She was angry that day, really angry – I think her boyfriend broke up with her – and Mummy forced her into giving me a haircut. She cut my hair so extremely short, it was painfully embarrassing. Have I ever mentioned how horrible of a sister Petunia is? I wish I could just move away from her or something…but alas, this is my only home. Anyhow, she made me look like a girl running away from a pair of hyperactive scissors. I cried and cried and cried that night, and went to bed thinking about how everyone would make fun of me in school tomorrow…especially stupid Billy Butkis.

But when I woke up, the most strangest thing happened…my hair was back to normal! It looked exactly like it did the previous morning, like Petunia hadn't even touched it. No one knew why it happened, but Mummy was talking about how I'm a good girl and God loves me.

And what about the time we had a pie-making contest in town? I so, so, so wanted to win that contest, just to show Petunia I'm better than her. When the judges started to judge, I closed my eyes and prayed really hard to God (who supposedly loves me so) that I win…I opened my eyes to a LOUD noise to see that everyone's pies had somehow blown up in their faces….except mine, that is! Since mine was the only pie remaining, I had won the contest!

And …

Oh, my god! It's TEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT! Oh…there's so many things to do! So much confetti to spray, so much candy to eat, so many Petunia's pigtails to pull, so much fun to have!!

Reflection book, I thought it would be so very boring to write in you…but it's been okay. Maybe I'll do this next year too. But now I've got to go and welcome the New Year. I'll see you again next year, same time, same place, Reflection book. Until then…so long!

xo Lily Evans

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A/N: Yahhh, I know it was pretty boring since it's pre-Hogwarts…but Hogwarts is coming in the next chapter. Oh, btw, my grammar is horrible here and there in this chapter...because this is 10-year-old Lily writing. SO ... review if it's any good! (I wanted to put a smiley face here, but the equal sign doesn't work and the colon looks retarded.)