I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
I went through this chapter and fixed some of the grammar errors, hope its better : )
I never wanted to be sick, I never asked for death to be knocking on my door, I never thought I'd be a witch and I never expected him; the one I hated most; to be the only one who cared.
AN: Hey if you reading this I hope you like it, I could seriously use some advice on it! It's from Lily's Point of View, all past tense kinda iffy on that. Rely wanna hear what u think
Sitting alone in the Heads compartment it hit me. This was my final year at Hogwarts, the last time I'd ever be on this train, and what I knew was to be the last year of my life. I would've loved to say it was one of Madame Bluen's famous predictions of death, but that wasn't the case.
I guess being one of the few muggle borns at Hogwarts came with a price. August 3rd 1975 is the day my world changed. I couldn't save my parents when Voldemort attacked my home in Surrey, I couldn't even save myself.
During Supper Death Eaters barged in lighting everything aflame, torching my childhood as they came towards us. Every spell I tried was countered and being held back I was forced to watch them murder my Mum and Dad. My world blackened after that. I thought death had gotten me too before waking up to the bright lights at St. Mungos.
Dumbledore said it was a miracle I had survived. The tumor in my brain Medi-witches determined to be incurable. When I asked them how much time I had left, no one would look me in the eyes. It was Dumbledore who told me sixth months, eight at most. He took me in after my Sister, the only family I had left disowned me. My entire world crashed and I wasn't living anymore; I was surviving.
I could tell Dumbledore and the Professors were trying to help when I spent the rest of the summer at Hogwarts. The constant reassurances and fake smiles were too much to bear. Dumbledore sent me to Diagon Ally the Weekend before term started. I needed it, some time to think and realize why I was here, only to end up on the train more confused then I was before.
The scenery outside my window was blurred with rain on the glass, contorted grays and blacks filled the sky. A shiver struck me as I laid my forehead against the iced glass. Looking out all I could see was darkness, it drove into me with full force.
I could feel it coming; the slight needle poking in mind was always the first sign of another migraine. The Med-Witches call them episodes, effects from the tumor starting with a headache turning into the soul wrenching burn feeling like I was being ripped apart.
Poleton was in my suitcase across the compartment. It didn't stop the pain, just dummed it down. I would get it in a minute I decided, a moments peace was all I needed. Why did Dumbledore make me Head Girl? That questioned played over and over again in my mind. All my years at Hogwarts I worked towards being there. Finally being recognized for all my hard work and none of it mattered.
I tried turning in my badge the week before, but Dumbledore refused to take it. He said I needed to try it for a month, then at the end if I wanted to turn it in I could. Wouldn't he want someone who could do the job right, who could devote the time Head deserved, someone who would live the entire year? Most of the time I couldn't even breath how on earth did he expect me to run a school.
My thoughts were broken by the sound of a hundred elephants trampling towards me. Through the reflected glass I could see it was the Marauders pilling in. I wished so hard that moment they didn't see me and it was Remus who made Head Boy. He was the only one I liked.
Thankfully none of them knew about the attack in Surrey. The Ministry said it would be better not to cause Panic in the wizarding world. Sometimes Ignorance is bliss.
James Potter. His name used to make me cringe, the one person who would fight me on everything. His arrogance infuriated me, growing up in the wizarding world magic came naturally to him, and sometimes it felt like he was waiting for me to fail. I never gave him the chance to catch my mistakes. Staying at the top of all my classes I worked for every grade I got.
Our hatred worked both ways. I wasn't a pawn he could move or bring down. I think that's what frustrated him most but why should I bow down to someone whose never given me anything but grievance. I never mattered to me the school thought of him as a King.
Watching him through the glass panel I felt nothing. None of it mattered, any of our petty competitions or battles, he didn't mean anything to me. I wished they would leave, I liked to be alone.
It was Black that saw me, surprising he could see anything through all that hair
" Oi Prongs look who we have here, a little lily flower all alone"
They started getting comfortable, that was not good, it meant they wouldn't be leaving soon. Potter saw me… great.
"Wow Evans I love the look. You'd do Madame Bluen's proud, I mean how often could she have a student clone" Potters sarcasm was stupid but his friends laughed anyway. It was funny he actually thought I cared. Remus looked a little uncomfortable
Madame Bluen's was the crazy Divination Professor. I called her on a couple facts second year and ever since then she's kind of held a grudge, the class was a load of bollocks. A short fat plump woman, she smelled strongly of garlic she predicted everyone's death while doing full on theatrics.
I knew I looked awful. My frizzy read hair was out of control and I couldn't remember the last time I'd brushed it. It was long about halfway down my back; I wanted to cut it but never got around to it. Sleep never came easily anymore and dark circles shadowed my green eyes. My weight had gone down, it was obvious but eating was the least of my worries. Licking my lips I felt them crack. I needed some air.
For the first time I turned my head to really look at them. Spotting Remus in the other corner I knowticed he wasn't wearing the badge but Potter was. Turning towards his face I could see the smirk tugging up Potters mouth. He was Head Boy, not surprising he already acted like he ruled the school anyway. I wasn't keeping the position; it made no difference to me what he did.
Looking at me he was probably expecting a fight, me to yell and scream at him about the injustices of him being Head. Truth be told Potter was a good Wizard and if he actually did some work I believed he could've made a decent Head Boy.
This obviously wasn't the response he expected. My gaze didn't stay on him long but drifted to the door, I needed a walk. Awkward silence filled the room. It took me a moment to realize they were all looking at me. I didn't want the attention, I needed to get out.
Walking towards the compartment door Potter reached for my arm. The deep bruises beneath my jumper scream as I felt him tugging on my elbow. Pulling away I heard him call out "Evans wait..."
I didn't turn back. What was the point of turning just to be mocked and ridiculed. He would never change, none of them would. It was that moment I ran into the one person I dreaded seeing, my best friend. Face to face with Izzy I could see the instant shock in her face.
I couldn't tell anyone my secret. People didn't need to know and I didn't need pity. There was something about that night, something off I couldn't explain. Why did I survive, even at that moment on the verge of death I knew Death Eaters weren't known for making mistakes.
AN What do u think!?! Reviews really do make my life, I fixed some things in this chapter that I hope make it better. Would love some advice.
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