There are very few people that can enter your life and truly touch it. To most, life is a temporary condition, like friendship; it can be there, and it can be nice, but after a while, you out grow it. You need to move on. But there is one person that entered the lives of everyone at Hogwarts, one person who entered their hearts, their minds, their very souls.
In 1970, a young girl walked through the doors to the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was standing beside a small boy with slick black hair and robes that didn't quite fit his slight frame. Glancing around the hall nervously, she nodded her head as the boy beside her whispered something in her ear.
No one at Hogwarts noticed her that day, except to remark that another redhead had been sorted into Gryffindor. A Weasley, many thought. Little did they know that in the years to follow, this little girl would affect, change, and touch all of them in some way.
You see, this timid, young, muggleborn student was not just a temporary fixture at Hogwarts. Her spirit lived on in the halls, for years, even past her death.
From 1970 until she graduated, 7 years later in 1977, this was Lily Evans' Hogwarts.