Hello everyone. I have been off FF for several years, but you all know that one fan theory, AU, unexplored character, plot twist, and OC that you've spent far too many hours thinking about to simply ignore? Well, I've had most of this story sketched out (and filled in) for years anyway and it would be such a shame to let it die in a notebook in a closet somewhere.. I'm not exactly sure how to categorise this story: it's certainly dramatic and deals heavily with friendship, but there is tragedy, adventure, and a bit of misplaced romance. Although the plot of the story is propelled by the daughter of Lily and Sirius, the more that I outlined the story, the more I found myself exploring some of the characters I find most interesting. Initially, I didn't like Lily and James, but this story made them real to me in a way the books did not. If you want to read about the Marauders, Lily, and Snape during the First War, Tonks and Charlie at school, and the actions driven by the unrequited love of Severus Snape, please read and review. I did my best to bring life to these characters in ways we haven't officially seen (yet... because I'm sure JK will get around to writing about the Marauders in depth... I mean, her fans love them: how could she not?). As the story needs only to be edited (and sometimes typed from original), I'll be adding only 2000 words per week until after NaNoWriMo. Anyway, enjoy.
Dani
It all happened quite long ago, but I can feel every moment, every memory, at the forefront of my mind. These instances are at my fingertips; ready for me to dive in and indulge in the sweetest minutes of my life. And of course they weren't all spent with them, with her: I raised a child, after all. I had a wife and my own little son, even if it was not for such a long time. But these memories of my childhood, my adolescence, and the people who were with me as I grew up are the most important to me. When you are in my position, it is hard to find people who will take you as you are and stay by your side. The Marauders made my life mean something. Lily gave me hope.
But this story is not really about me: I am a dead man, and although my life had a great impact on a few good people, there were so many others who lived and died by my side who touched many more. There was a girl born one snowy winter to a woman with a heart that could have held all the broken lives surrounding her. There was a man who loved this woman who gave her life for her son, this woman who dedicated her life to making the world safe for her daughter, this woman who spent her life making the least feel great. Although his love was great, I cannot be the one to tell his story, and I am not here to tell you about him.
So what is this story really about? It is about a time of peace bracketed by wars that destroyed nearly all the good that I ever knew. It is about the innocent who died for the good of the next generation at the hands of the old. I could start this story long before I was even born, but the easiest thing to do would be to follow the girl born from the ashes of her mother's soul. I want to start with these confusing, happy, adolescent memories. I want you to see what high hopes and ideals we were living for. I want you to see the pain of living in a time when no one was safe. I want you to see the eye of the storm and the return of evil. And I want you to see the aftermath, and understand how we suffered. And I want you to see that at the centre of it all were Lily Evan's green eyes.