Hi, this is Emily Grace again and I decided to start another story! Hopefully you'll like this! I should pre-warn you and it might get a little sad, but there will also be some Jily! Please review and enjoy!
Prologue
I had never put much thought into how I would die until I was twelve and in my second year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I never properly thought about what the migraines and headaches that plagued my daily life actually were signs of. The ones that tortured me day and night. I never thought about it until my mother stubbornly insisted to take me to the doctor one day. The walls of the hospital were a dull and white, the home for all sick Muggles. The scent of disinfectant clogged my sense of smell, causing my head to feel worse, as the doctors called my name.
"Lily Evans."
You never know how much something means to you until you loose it. You never know how much you'll miss it either until it's gone. You never know what fear truly feels like until it stares you down like the barrel of a gun. I never knew death would be in mine. I have always imagine myself growing old with many kids, lots of grandchildren and great-grandchildren and a husband by my side, greying and wrinkling with me. I always imagined myself dying happy and healthy, with only age as the cause. When the doctor sat myself, my father and mother down in his small office with the sound of car horns blaring from the nearby high way, a small folder containing test results in front of him, I never thought in anyway, how I was going to die. As he informed my mother and father about what was going on with me, I listened in shock. The doctor informed me that it was untreatable and rare and all patients had different time lengths left. Some lasting weeks, other last years. My parents, in desperation, had taken me to Saint Mungos, but the cure for it was a potion and illegal due to being used with dark intent beforehand. My fate was secured.
I am going to die.
I was only twelve when I heard the news that would shatter all my hopes and dreams. I was an A+ student and role model, an aspiring prefect and Head Girl. I had so much to live for, yet so little time. And now, in my seventh year as Head Girl of Hogwarts and an all round popular student, along with my best friends Alice, Marlene and Emmeline. We were all on a happy high until the news of my imitate death arrived, we went into a world of pain and horror – all because of me. I had spent months trying to hide the truth from them, because they didn't deserve to have all my burdens placed on their shoulders. However, waking up early every morning with a bad headache and the urge to be sick was nothing easy to hide. My friends weren't stupid and they aren't they type to give up either. I had to tell them the truth after months of trying to hide it. I told them at the start of out third year. I will never forget the looks on their faces. The looks of horror and pain. We pretended that the news was wrong and fate had better plans for me, but ignorance only can go for so far and long. The day I fear will come eventually, causing me to leave everything and everyone I love behind and I have to admit it and get use to this fact.
The tumour in my brain will kill me.