My name is Lily Evans, many people think they know me, but they don't. I may seem harmless to a normal human, but inside I carry a power so strong that I could destroy the Earth on merely a whim. Only in death is the world safe from me. Many have tried to harness my powers and use me as a weapon- none have survived.
I am not a muggleborn as everyone seems to think. No. My parents were a witch and wizard, but they were killed. I know I was there when it happened, I just can't remember.
I had a brother, he looked after me. His name was Andrew back then. Andrew was a werewolf, and the Ministry of Magic do not take kindly to 'monsters' looking after children. They took me away, although Andrew and I fought tooth and nail to stay together.
I was young at the time, about four or five. A witch from the Ministry held me back as a man talked to my brother. I had never seen Andrew so angry. Abruptly the man punched Andrew in the gut.
"Andrew!" I screamed and lurched forward ready to defend my brother. The Ministry witch dug her talon like finger nails into my shoulder. I whimpered as her nails pierced my skin.
Andrew fought to get to me, only to receive a barrage of punches and kicks.
"Stop It! You're hurting him!" I screamed
One of the Ministry workers eyed my brother evilly.
"Gretchen take the girl!" he barked.
"No no! Please don't take her!"
The man bound my brother as he tried to reach for me.
"Don't take her please! Selena!"
Selena- that's my real name.
After that I was put under a memory charm. Custody was given to some obscure muggle relative of my mother.
They changed my hair, my looks. No longer was my hair golden blonde, my eyes cornflower blue. They completely wiped all trace of my brother from my memory.
Over time I would get strange flashbacks, but I would never figure out my past until Hogwarts...
Until I saw him again...