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Lily Eliza Black

Prologue

Some people say their lives are boring and simple. Mine is exactly the opposite. I was raised by my mother Rose Stubbs in a small cottage in the middle of the Cheshire countryside. Our Little cottage was barely five minutes from the cosy home of my Grandparents Billy and Eliza Stubbs who I have always been close to as they looked after me whenever my mother was at work. I should explain now before I go any further that my mother is a witch, as am I although my grandparents are not.

My mother is the most fantastic person, I admire her a lot for raising me so well all by herself. She works as a healer at St Mungo's Hospital A healer is like a non magical or muggle (as we refer to non-magical people) nurse and she is regarded as one of the best in her field.

I hardly knew anything about my father until I turned thirteen. Up until then all I knew was that I had his last name, his sparkling blue eyes and that he had been from a pureblood wizarding family. I presumed him to be dead but my mother refused to speak of him and my grandparents simply told me my mother would explain when I was older which was extremely frustrating.

My Grandfather was a retired farmer, he had originally come from London where he had grown up in a orphanage with no clue of who his parents were where as my grandmother had worked in a local shop all her life and had grown up with a large loving family.

Before I turned eleven and began to attend Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry I had spent my life attending local muggle schools. My mother didn't use a lot of magic at home, she had grown up as a muggle and had always preferred to do quite a lot of things without magic. Two of the Magical connections I always had through my life were my pet owl Sapphire and a toy broomstick which I loved flying around the small paddock next to the house. I wasn't unsociable but I never minded being alone, probably as I grew up as an only child, I had a few friends but I never really had a best friend like the other children. I preferred to get one with everyone and keep my head down especially once I got to Hogwarts.

My first two years at Hogwarts were uneventful I studied reasonably hard (although I have never been able to concentrate well on studying). I wasn't really that close with my dorm mates, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were always off giggling somewhere about something (I wasn't really the giggly, girly type) while Hermione Granger started off as a bit of a bookworm and was, to be honest, a bit too much of a know it all for anyone to want to consider being friends with though that was before she started hanging around with two of the boys in my year the infamous Harry Potter and his best friend Ron Weasley, she changed quite a lot after that. I was friends with most people just not amazingly close with anyone in particular.

But Everything changed when I turned thirteen, I discovered my real heritage and I also came out of my third year at Hogwarts with three of the best friends in the world.

My name is Lily Eliza Black and this is my story about how my life got tangled up with that of the infamous Harry Potter.