Summary: Lily Evans is entering her seventh year at Hogwarts. Everyone likes her, and everyone wants to be her. So then why does she hate her life? Follows the views of a lot of people.
Prologue
Lily Evans woke up from a deep sleep and yawned. She lay still on the bed, not wanting to get up, and flicked her long auburn hair out of her face. She sighed deeply, then rolled off and went downstairs. "Morning mum," she murmured sleepily.
"Good morning, dear. An owl came for you this morning with a package from your school."
From your school. Even now, after years of Lily attending Hogwarts, her family was still afraid of her, afraid of what she could do, and disliking her for her…unnaturalness, for lack of a better word. They tried masking it, but it was no use. She walked slowly to the table, picked up a package which was heavier than normal, and ripped it open. Inside were two smaller packages. She opened the larger one first, and saw the usual letter. The list of things needed, and whatnot. She opened the second letter after that, and stared.
Head Girl? No way. She could have thought of so many other girls who would have fit the position better than her. Was Dumbledore on drugs or something?
