Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Lily…but I wish I owned Draco Malfoy… yummy.
Pairing: OC/DM….and maybe some R/Hr later on…
My life has always been normal. As normal as it can get when you're a witch at Hogwarts I suppose. I had friends…a few. Three, but they were only sometimes friends, because I didn't see them much, as I was in Ravenclaw house and they were in Gryffindor. Then my mother died and my father went crazy. When I was only 13 and in my third year. It was a horrible time. My brothers were really my only comfort; they were in the same house as I was. So I guess we just held on to each other for a long time. That's probably part of the reason I didn't have any friends in my house. I was always clinging to one of my brothers. That was also the year I realized I was in love. With the wrong boy.
Things got better of course. They had to, or I myself would have gone crazy. My three friends started becoming better friends. Pretty soon Ron, Hermione, Harry and I hung out a lot. Studying, talking and other such things like most Hogwarts students do. Ron had a crush on me at the time. I knew for a fact he was supposed to be with Hermione. Nobody knew but me. So I thought, but Hermione had begun to act more reserved towards me. I think she could tell too, and I think she was jealous.
"Hey Lily!" Ron called.
"Hey what's up?" I asked.
"Snape….he wants to see you. It sounds important you better hurry." He had a worried expression on his face.
"Ron don't look like that…I'm sure it's nothing. I'll see you at the Great Hall for dinner."
I trudged towards my professor's classroom, not knowing how much my life would change in the next five minutes. I walked slowly, uncertainly through the dungeon door, immediately feeling the damp air run through my long hair, and rustle my thick black robes. The air smelled musty and wet, the floor and walls looked like that too. I guess the Potions classroom was what you'd expect from a dark 1000 year old dungeon.
"Um…Professor…you wanted to see me?" I said shakily.
"Yes Miss Willows do come in and have a seat." He said.
He had such a solemn voice. I couldn't help thinking that my grades (usually high) were dropping. I carefully sat on a cold hard chair close to his desk. The look of this man always scared me. His black hair and long nose paired with sullen cheeks, was the look of evil. Nearly everyone but the Slytherins thought so. He was a great teacher…but he had a strange disposition about him. He had it in for Harry. I knew why. Harry's father was horrible to him in his school years. For some reason, Snape had always been polite to me. Well erm, at least politer than he was to most of his other students.
"The news of your mother's death has just reached me. And so I thought that now was the best time to tell you."