Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the following characters, locations and stories which they are based on. They all belong to J.K Rowling and I don't make any profit out of this. Now that that's all cleared up, shall we get on with the story?
A/N: For once, I am determined to publish a story on here and actually finish it. However, if at any point you start reading my story and notice that I haven't updated it in a while, feel free to review telling me bloody hurry up uploading the next chapter.
I've written around 18 pages of the story already. I promise I'll be fairly speedy with the uploading (or try to be, at any rate)! I've already written the epilogue for this, even though I'm only at the very beginning of the story, but I figured if I already had the ending written out, it'd give me motivation to carry on with this one for a bit longer than the others that I've written, since it'd be a waste to have an ending with no middle section. I think I've rambled enough now (SORRY!), so I'll get started with the first chapter.
Going Forward
Chapter 1 – My Name Is
I can't believe Potter! That arrogant jerk!
Granted, the Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry has been going on for centuries, but his crew has taken it too far.
He shows no sign of remorse for the way he treats that poor boy. Does being a Slytherin make him less human?
Potter has no idea what his life has been like. The way he's been treated.
Hogwarts is his escape from all that.
The one place he feels remotely happy.
Not everyone has a happy childhood – loving parents, a home where they feel safe and secure. I can't even begin to imagine how unhappy he really is – and I know him better than most.
Should I really be that concerned about him? He didn't show me the same courtesy when I stuck up for him back there, just threw it back in my face.
He doesn't need my help.
Doesn't need the likes of me defending his corner.
"Typical Gryffindor," he said "Sticking their noses in where it doesn't belong."
When did it all change?
Why should it matter now that we're in different houses?
When did he decide I was so inferior, that being a mudblood makes me unworthy of this magic?
My name is Lily Evans. I'm 16 years old, and I am a witch.
This is my story.