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Right I'm starting another story. I don't know why. Hope it's good. I just got the idea for the beginning. It's probably gonna be pretty short. I dunno.

Summary: Lily Evans is a beautiful and famous model. She has tried to let go of her past - or rather, someone in her past - and start a new life in New York. But she starts seeing a mysterious man everywhere she goes. He seems familiar, yet she's sure she's never seen him before. One day she finally talks to him. But what if it's all a trap?

Lily Evans walked down the streets of New York, shivering at the cold. She was wearing black stretch jeans and a tight, emerald green, cashmere sweater. Over it she had on a long black coat and her shoes were spiky black boots. Her hair was in a messy bun and on her shoulder was a white coach purse. In her hands was a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

The ground was wet with the falling snow. It wasn't sticky; it just melted right away. Lily loved the snow. She loved how it stuck in her hair and she loved how it would melt on her tongue. She thought it was the most beautiful thing, especially after a big storm. Her favorite season was winter.

Lily Evans was a beautiful woman of 21. She had fiery red hair and vibrant, almond-shaped green eyes. She had high cheek bones and full lips. She had beautiful long legs and curves in the right places. It was no surprise that, even though she had only moved to New York two weeks ago, she was already on the cover of Cosmopolitan and next month's Vogue.

Lily was a model. She had started out in London, England, doing small jobs. Then a talent scout had seen her and she became a big deal. Everyone knew about her and wanted her on their magazine or commercial. Her popularity spread to a couple of other countries in Europe, as well as England.

After a couple of years in England, Lily had wanted to broaden her horizons and go to other countries. Her agent thought that it was a good idea and suggested New York. She moved to Manhattan that very same month and the news of Lily Evans had spread like wildfire. She was an overnight sensation.

Lily took a deep breath of the crisp air. She was passing a tree lot and it smelled like pine. It was almost Christmas time and she needed a tree. But not now. She was tired from a long day of photo shoots and wanted a nice bath.

She crossed the street with a couple other people. It was about six o'clock and lots of people were heading home.

One of Lily's favorite things to do lately was to just walk through New York. She loved going past cafés and shops and the people. It made her feel so…grown up.

When she had been a little girl, she couldn't wait to grow up and go into a big city and just walk through it, going into whatever shops she wanted. Lily had always wanted to get out of the little quite neighborhoods she lived in and move to a noisy city. Cities were exciting – towns were dull.

Lily was approaching two girls. They were about 15 and looked at her in awe. As soon as she turned her head to look at them, they started whispering to each other. As they passed, Lily could hear what they were saying.

"Is that Lily Evans?" whispered one.

"I think so," said the other.

"Do you think we should ask?"

"Do you think she'd mind?"

"I dunno. Let's ask."

"Ok."

"Excuse me!" the first girl called to Lily. By that time she was a couple of feet away from them.

"Yes?"

"Uh, um, a – are you Lily Evans?" Lily smiled.

"Yes," she said. The girls squealed.

"Can we have your autograph?"

"Sure," said Lily. She walked back over to them and they produced two copies of Cosmopolitan. Lily's face smiled out at her. "Would you mind holding this?" asked Lily, holding out her cup.

"No, not at all!" said the second girl and grabbed the cup. Lily dug around in her purse for a sharpie. She pulled out a green pen and stared at it for a while.

That's the pen he always used, she thought. Then she shook her head. She had learned three years ago to keep these thoughts out of her head, but when she came to New York she lost all control over them.

Lily stuck the green pen back and found a black sharpie. She took off the cap and wrote her signature and elegant curvy cursive on both magazines.

The girl handed her back the hot chocolate and both girls looked at their magazines.

"I love your signature," said the first one.

"Thank you so much!" said the second one.

"Yeah, thanks!"

Lily laughed.

"No problem!" she said. As the girls walked off, chatting happily about Lily and what their friends were going to say, Lily capped the sharpie and put it back in her purse.

Only a couple of years ago she had been just like them. She was a normal teenager attending school with her friends. Who knew that in only three years she would become this – a celebrity? Someone whose name everyone knew, and who everybody wanted to look like and everyone wanted to be.

Lily watched the girls in wonder before turning the corner and descending the stairs to the subway. She jogged over to her train and only just made it. She looked at the map which showed the train's route. She had five stops to go.

Lily sighed as she noticed there were no seats available. She reached up and grabbed the metal bar as the train started to move.

The man in front of her was reading a newspaper. Lily looked over his shoulder. There was her picture, looking back at her. She was in the newspaper as the breakout celebrity of the month.

The man suddenly looked up at her.

"Sorry," said Lily and looked away. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the man look back at his newspaper and then at her again.

"Wait a minute," he said. "Are you Lily Evans?"

Really, it's amazing, Lily thought. If you're a celebrity everyone always has to ask if you are that person, even if it's obvious that you are, just so they have a confirmation.

"Yeah," said Lily.

"Wow. Well, I – I just want you to know, I think you're absolutely amazing. You're gorgeous."

Lily smiled.

"Thank you," she said.

"Do you think I could get an autograph?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course." Once again, Lily pulled out her trusty sharpie and signed the picture of herself.

"Thank you," said the man. As the train slowed down, he folded up the newspaper and tucked it into his pocket. "This is my stop. Bye!"

"Bye," said Lily.

A number of people left the train and Lily found a place to sit down. She crossed her legs, leaned back, and closed her eyes. It had been a stressful day and she just wanted to relax. But it was impossible to relax in New York, unless you were at home. At that moment her cell phone started ringing.

Lily sighed and opened her eyes. She put her cup on the empty seat next to her and opened her purse. She took out her cell phone and lifted the top.

"Hello?" she said.

"Lily! I finally reached you. Old Navy wants you for a commercial. December 28th. Be there?" It was her agent, Nesta Byrne.

"Yeah, sure," said Lily.

"Great." Nesta gave her the address. "Now get some rest. Enjoy the holidays. You've got about two weeks. Get a tree and celebrate Christmas."

"Who with?" asked Lily, tiredly. "I don't have any friends in New York yet."

"Get your friends here from England. Or fly up there yourself. You've got money. You've got time. Be creative." Nesta hung up and Lily closed her phone. She had lots of friends in England. She had kept in touch with most of her friends from school and could arrange something.

A strange feeling came over Lily as she thought about her old school. It wasn't a normal school. You might not believe it when I say this, but it was called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, Lily had a deep, dark secret. She was a witch.

She had spent seven years at Hogwarts, along with her friends. They had many great times and adventures but when they graduated she hadn't wanted a magical job, like her friends. The Wizarding World was becoming a dark place and she was more comfortable having a fun job in the Muggle – non-magic – world where there wasn't a chance she would be needed to help fight Death Eaters or Voldemort, the most feared wizard of many, many years. Of course, she would if she was asked. She was a bright witch and would do anything to help.

Lily might have been living in the Muggle world and doing Muggle modeling jobs, but she still used magic. She had enchanted her purse to be bigger, so she could fit anything inside. She could put a treadmill in it if she wanted to. She always had her wand with her too. She felt exposed and vulnerable without it.

Maybe I will go up to England, Lily thought, as the train came to a stop again.

"Fifth Avenue," said a voice on the intercom. Lily stood up. This was her stop.

She walked out of the train and finished off her hot chocolate. She threw the paper cup into a trashcan on her way past it.

It took Lily about five minutes to reach her golden doors. The doorman opened one for her.

"Thank you," said Lily as she walked inside. She went up four floors in the elevator.

When it reached the fourth floor, the elevator's doors opened and let her through. She walked to door number fourteen and put the key in the lock. She turned it and the door opened.

Lily walked into her big and messy apartment. There were still boxes everywhere. She kicked off her boots and shrugged off her coat. She put down her purse but took out her wand. She always had it in her bedside table whenever she was at home. Otherwise, it was in her purse.

Lily thought about what she wanted for dinner. She swished her wand, and a box of chicken lomein and another with sweet and sour chicken appeared. Just like take-out only without the wait. Lily grabbed some chopsticks and poured herself a Pepsi. She went into her room and changed into black sweatpants and a blue hoodie. Then she got her food and plopped down in front of the TV. As she turned it on, she sighed contentedly. Finally, she could relax.

I pretty much know where I'm going with this, I'm just not sure exactly what happens in other chapters. Don't worry, though. If people like this, I'll figure it out and write you guys a story! Lol, review it please. I really want to know what you think.