Hey guys!! Well here's another story! I hope the Idea isn't too over done... Well here it goes, please Read & Review!! Thanks!!
Summary: Auror Lily Evans has been missing for almost two years, and her boyfriend James Potter has tried all he could to find her, ignoring the quiet protests of his friends to let it go. As two years approaches, he decides to take on there advice and focus on destroying the very people that took his flower from him. But when a run in with a group of fierce death eaters arise new questions about a certain once red headed girl, and a new and mysterious raven haired woman, that sends James spiraling back to that dark first year, how will react to the startling discovery? And just exactly where, does He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named fit in?
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Chapter 1: The Prophet
The night was cold, and the air hung staley around the slim hooded figure. It stood solitary, in the depths of a dark woods, silence eerily washing over every crevice and feature in the dark. A heavy mist hung low, near the ends of the forever forest green blades of grass cluttering the ground.
The black cloaked figure looked around, scanning its surroundings. Deeming her pathway clear with a curt, hardly noticeable nod, it drew its hood closer around its shaded face, and set off purposely through the woods. The mist clung tighter, blurring objects in front of the figure.
"Lumos." A whisper came from somewhere inside the dark shielding hood.
The wand creating a small stream of light, lit the way for the figure. It was able to step quickly and nimbly through the many brambles and roots that cluttered the forest floor. Its dark cloak billowed silently behind it, black fabric floating gracefully, yet menacingly through the thick air. It took this route further into the woods, the trees becoming more haggard and the ground covered with plant debre.
The figure swiftly put out its only source of light, stowing it quietly inside its black cloak. It had come to the edge of a slight clearing, a silvery pool of water illuminated by no apparent light pulled at its attention. Silently the figure stepped without caution to the shore of the small pool, staring blankly at its own black, hooded, and cloaked reflection. After a few moments the figure slowly reached its pale, porcelain hands up towards its hood. Pulling it back hesitantly, it revealed a wave of deep red tendrils, cascading down its back, surrounding a porcelain smooth, white, glowing face, contrasting greatly with its dark setting. But the eyes. Oh those eyes... the eyes of the once hooded figure were a sight to behold in itself. There, staring back, seemingly blank at its reflection, were the most clear, startling emerald green eyes, swimming with nearly hidden emotions.
Taking in her appearance for another moment she gazed down curiously. Then suddenly she tore her gaze away from the mirrored figure in front of her, as if it were too painful to look. Instead she settled her focus on her hand that was digging through her cloak, searching for a secret pockets in its depths. Slowly, and shakily she drew out a crumpled wad of parchment. She hesitantly smoothed it out with her hands, not daring to utter a sound. When the parchment was at least legible, it revealed to be the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, which she had swiped off the dinner table.
There, on the ragged front page was a picture of herself donning a Hogwarts school robe, smiling peacefully for the camera. The woman stared at the joyful photograph, coursing emotions bubbled in the pit of stomach, threatening to spill over. She quickly flipped the page, eager to escape that horribly cheerful face. And soon as she reached the next page she was again met with another large moving photo. It depicted a man with messy raven hair sticking up in every direction, thin wire glasses settled handsomely on his face, and a extremely fierce look fluttering across his features.
The headline above the photograph read, "Auror James Potter speaks about missing girlfriend, fellow auror, Lillian Evans." She read this line once more, afraid of what she would find out if she delved deeper into the article. A quote printed in bold lettering caught her attention, momentarily distracting her fro her thoughts.
"I will find her, and when I do, I will destroy each and every slimy death eater I find with her..."
The woman bowed her head, abandoning the ending thoughts of the quoted. How she wished she could go back. Longing to be surrounded by his strong arms, instead of the cold hands of her new colleagues.
"She glanced up, one last time at her reflection in the illuminated pool. A pale hand ran through her red locks, distractidly.
With a deep breath, she brought her wand up to her temple muttering a quiet spell. Within seconds her hair had transformed into pin straight, soft, raven black hair, resembling the hair of the man in the photograph. She fingered her new tendrils curiously. Then she again, reached her wand up, but instead of to her temple, the tip was directed towards her eyes. Shutting them tightly, she hesitantly waved her wand. After a few seconds, she peaked open an eye, revealing a simple clear blue iris.
Lastly, she casually flicked her wand to tan herself slightly and lock the spells so that the would never fade. Stowing her wand away again, she studied the Prophet once more, then hastily stuffed it back into her cloak, as a sharp burning sensation pulsed through her being. Turning away as if it were to much to bear, she took a few steps towards the edge of the clearing. She then paused once more and turned back, striding slowly to the silver water.
She pulled out the wadded Prophet, and dangled it over the pool. She softly released her grip on it, letting it fall silently from her hand landing on the surface of the water, creating ripples.
And then, without turning back she quickly fled the clearing, a single, clear, tear slid down her cheek from her once emerald eyes.
"I'm sorry James. But to save me is to also destroy me and you. I can't let you save me."
Her whispers fell silently into the mist, dissapearing with the thick air surrounding her.
Another stinging pain coursed throughout her. She tore back her sleeve, revealing a black mark stamped on her forearm. Bitting her lip in worry, she pressed her wand silently to the mark, the pain growing worse.
Taking one last glance towards the clearing, she muttered a unintelligible spell, and dissparated with an echoing, "POP."
Lily Evans had yet agian dissapeard into the dark...
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