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THE CHRONICLES OF EVANDOVE: PRE-HOGWARTS AND YEAR I

October 31st 1981

No, don't kill Harry. Kill me instead

'Avada Kedavra' Lily's life flashed before her eyes, she braced herself for death. It was after all, inevitable. Or so she thought. But, a moment later she opened her eyes to find Voldemort, dead, on the floor. His eyes lifeless, his pale skin ice cold.

She went over to check on Harry. The only thing that happened to him was that he had a lightning bolt shaped scar. She was the first sorted into Evandove house. A forgotten house that valued peace and trust above all.

Before she went downstairs, she braced herself for the sight she knew she was about to see, but even 10 years were not enough to prepare her for the sight she was about to see. James Potter was lying on the floor. Dead.

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Lily Potter came back home to Potter Manor a month after the attack, carrying baby Neville Longbottom. His grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, thought it was best for little Neville to have someone to play with, to depend on. A brother. Neville was an only child, so a god brother would do very nicely. Once she got home, she put Neville in the playpen, with Harry and went to check her mail. Amongst all her other letters, two stood out the most: one was from Sirius, and the other from Hogwarts. She opened the one from Sirius first:

Dear Lily,

How are you doing, I'm fine by the way. The triplets are giving me hell. Tom can't stop pulling Sally and Selene's hair and they can't stop complaining. How's Neville, does he like it there. My cousin Nymphadora has been pranking everybody with her metamorphagus abilities lately. Do you remember the Mock Wizengamot you had in Evandove house. I have a feeling it's going to be used again. Start teaching Harry and Neville the ways of Evandove and hope for the best.

Love,

Padfoot

The letter from Hogwarts said that they needed her to be Head of House of Evandove, should the need arise. She gladly accepted, knowing there probably wouldn't need her for a long while. She was the only living, sane, former student sorted into Evandove. She, Alice Longbottom, and Linda Emrys were the only ones. Alice was currently a long-term patient at st Mungo's and Linda disappeared leaving her son and daughter at a random orphanage. 'Oh no, she thought, the boys discovered the hiding place for the toy brooms

(A/N: so here is my first chapter, hope you like it please review, sorry for the short chapter. I promise the others would be longer. I have been in a french school all my life and my english isn't perfect so don't hate me for my mistakes)