Author's note: I started writing this towards the middle of July, it spent four months untouched on a flashdrive, and when I started writing again it took a slightly different direction but I hope you enjoy it any way.
Rating: T
Warnings: One use of the F-bomb.
Little Lily Luna; it sounds so fuckin' sweet.
It paints a picture doesn't it?
Blond hair,
blue eyes,
picture perfect innocence.
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Just imagine the surprise of the couple down the street,
when they're introduced to blood red hair and harlequin eyes.
(Avada Kedavra green they think. But no one's brave enough to say it aloud.)
And her smile drips poison.
(It's so much more than any apple in a fairytale could ever hope to have.)
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And Lily, just wait till daddy sees you now,
(In tight, tight shirts, and short, short skirts.)
With a new boy every other day.
(Well they're not really boys anymore are they?)
But what the hell is age in the end?
...
What we all want to know, Lily dear, is why?
What broke in your little girl mind to turn you into this?
Why have you spent every night since the day you turned sixteen, in bed with somebody else?
How did you go from the bright eyed girl with a bright, bright future to just another lost Lily Potter?
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Oh, you're just like her. Didn't anyone ever tell you that?
(Your hair's just as red as the blood that you've both spilt; your eyes are just as green as the spell you've both cast.)
And doesn't that just make you just a little bit sick?
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Because, Lily, you're not the original; just a bad carbon copy
And no one cares quite as much about the second.
(Just ask Albus and Fred and Molly and James and Alice.)
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Oh love, you think you're so special but you're just another name on an alarmingly long list of do overs and second chances and should-have-been-betters.
And Lily, you're not like them.
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You don't have it in you to be brilliant the way Albus is surrounded by fires and illegal herbs and blood no one wants to think about.
And they'll never forgive you the way they have Fred after he took one step too far into No Man's Land and dragged little Lucy in behind him.
And you don't offer a comforting sense of calm serenity the way Molly does and will until the stars burn out.
And love? You're just like your namesakes but in all the wrong ways; so unlike James it could almost make you sick.
And Lily you're just as mad as Alice but your brand of insanity is so much worse that that doesn't really count does it?
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But you're Lily Luna Potter,
You're twenty and you're scared and your Gryffindor bravery has been tarnished by years of love lost and abandon dreams.
Your prince is with Victoire now (and Molly and Rose and Lucy)
and you find yourself in Spain (then Russia and Germany and Japan)
and you get a little better and you get a little worse.
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You're twenty-eight and in New York when you decide to stop running.
You snap you're wand in four (one for each lost prince) and toss it in the East River.
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Five years later all you have is a ratty apartment, a job in a bookstore, and a thought that maybe running wasn't such a bad idea.
Five more years and you have a husband and three beautiful children and a life to be proud of.
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Lily, maybe you decide that it was worth it.
Like I said it started as one thing and ended as another. Anyway favorite or leave a comment if you enjoyed it. Or didn't. Either way.