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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything of the sort. I own this plot and characters you don't recognize. Now, if you do wish to sue me, all you could possibly get is a few old gummy bears that I have just found in my pocket, so I think that covers it.

Chapter 1

Rain Dancing

I woke up slowly, to the sound of thunder. I pulled back the bed hangings and saw rain pouring down and beating on the window. I smiled to myself and hopped out of bed. I loved the rain. I glanced around the room, then spotted my trunk in a corner. I rushed over to it and pulled out a dark pair of jeans and a white halter top. While looking in my vanity mirror, I pulled my flaming red hair into a high ponnie-tail and smiled at my appearance. I quickly put a tad bit of makeup on, then closed my trunk again.

I was leaving the next day to return to my school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was going to be my seventh year there, and I had been completely packed for the last three days. Hogwarts was my home, not where I was. I glanced around and sighed. My parents had always given me anything I wanted, but not because they loved me. No, they were too wrapped up in their own lives and would just scream at Petunia and I.

Dad was the owner of a drill company, called Grunnings. My step-mum, Mary, was supposed to stay at home, watch us 'kids' and clean up. Instead, she would go have another affair with one of her many boyfriends. I sighed again, remembering all of this and walked down the stairs.

Petunia and her boyfriend, Vernon Dursley, were sitting at the kitchen table, feeding each other. I rolled my eyes and walked past them, ignoring the death glares from my sister. I jumped up on the counter and picked up an apple from the bowl of fruit. I slowly ate it, just to annoy Petunia. Finally, she got the point that I wasn't leaving anytime soon and blew up.

"Lily, would you get out!" she screamed, jumping from her seat. I just kept calm and stared right back at her.

"Let me think, sis. Um… no," I calmly replied. I was always purposely annoying Petunia. It was so much fun to watch her reactions.

"FINE!" she screeched and walked up the stairs, toward her room, no doubts, and pulled Vernon behind her. My eyes grew wide as I saw this; Petunia sure could have some strength when she wanted it. She was frail and skinny, with thin blond hair. She was nineteen years old and had been going steady with Vernon for a year, now. He was tubby… no… more like downright fat. He had brown greasy hair resting on the top of his chubby head and cold brown eyes. I stared up after them and shrugged; I was used to being alone.

All of my friends lived farther away; as far away from muggles, as possible. I was a muggle-born witch and the only person that I knew from my school, who lived around here, was the person that I most despised. His name: James Potter.

He was an arrogant, annoying, conceited, self-centered bully who would never leave me alone. He had a HUGE crush on me, ever since our first year. He was tall and had messy black hair, which he would mess up even more, trying to make him look better. He was also in Gryffindor, which made him harder to avoid. He was leader of his group of friends, who called themselves the Marauders. It consisted of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and for some reason, Peter Pettigrew. Sirius and Remus were both VERY good looking; Remus with his ocean blue eyes that you could just lose yourself in, and Sirius with his knee-weakening smile.

I sighed to myself and remembered my best friends. Shaylene Keller, or Shae as I called her, had gone out with Sirius many times, but they would soon break up, moving on to new prey. They both were some of the most popular in the school, with a new date every week. My other friend, Bethany Knapp, was going steady with Remus. They were practically made for each other; loving books and valued friends above everything. Now, my last best friend, Kristina Ewald, couldn't ever hold a secret and knew every single word of gossip that had ever gone around the school. We each had had our fair share of boyfriends, the Marauders being no exception.

I looked at the clock and laughed. It was already three in the afternoon. I had been day dreaming for a while now, and had woken up not too long ago. I looked out the window again and smiled, the rain was still pouring down. I had always loved the rain and when I was little, I would always dance around in it. I was older, though… but I couldn't resist. I slowly tip-toed to the door, and just as I reached for the handle, it swung open, startling me.

My dad and his wife, who I refuse to notice as my 'new mother,' stood there, screaming at each other. Apparently, Mary had been caught with another man, once again. I rolled my eyes, and tried to remember my real mother. I looked just like her, with flaming red hair, and emerald green eyes. I hoped to the high heavens that I NEVER would act like her, cheating on my husband then leaving my family. My mother had left us when I was seven. The next year, my father had brought Mary home and… batta bing, batta boom, she was our step-mother. My father had always been so wonderful, and I had no idea how he ended up with Mary. I sighed, remembering those fantastic years without her.

"Oh, hey honey," Dad said, kissing my forehead. I smiled back at him, then glared at Mary. I was no longer afraid of her. Sure, she had abused me in the past, but ever since I had received my admittance letter from school, she backed off.

I decided to wait to dance in the rain; it was no use when my parents were home, unless they were in their room, screaming at each other, so they couldn't hear me. I walked back to my room, and listened to my walkman, until I couldn't resist the temptation from the weather outside. I glanced at my bedside clock and saw that it read, 8:00 PM. My stomach rumbled, yet couldn't overpower the yells coming from the next floor up.

I rolled my eyes and dashed to the kitchen. There was a note from Petunia:

Dear Family,

Vernon has taken me out to dinner, then a movie. I shall be back home, around eleven, maybe.

Love From,

Petunia

I rolled my eyes once more and crumbled up the note. I tossed it over my shoulder to the trash and reached into the refrigerator. Ten minutes later, I was stuffed full, and my head was about to explode from the screaming coming from my parent's bedroom. Once again, I tip-toed to the door. I turned the knob, looked back over my shoulder once, then dashed into the cold rain.

I laughed and flung my arms all over, spinning around and around. A few minutes later, I looked back at my house. Just then, I noticed that the yelling had stopped and my dad's car was gone. He had seen me in the rain, but I guess he didn't care. I looked at my parent's room and saw brown hair. Mary had been watching me, which was bad, because this is what she used to punish me most for. She had always said it was very un-lady-like.

I gulped and looked around. There was nothing I could do, but try to go back into the house. I slowly walked to the door, my head bowed low. Just as a stepped onto the first stair, my trunk was thrown out of my bedroom window. I saw my step-mother's cold eyes glaring at me, then she screamed.

"LILLIAN MARIE EVANS! You are not coming back into this house! I will see you again next summer!" The window shut with a loud 'thud' and I looked around, then finally spotted my trunk, with all of my belongings sprawled around everywhere.

"Ah!" I screamed, frustrated, OBVIOUSLY. Where was I supposed to go? I slowly looked around, then my eyes locked on my neighbor's house. James Potter's house to be exact. There was nowhere else. I was stuck. It was either get soaked in the rain, beginning my walk to King's Cross, since it was an hours drive, about a five hour walk, or lose my pride and ask the Potter's. I looked up into the sky as I put my things back into my trunk. There was a large bolt of lightning, and then the thunder roared loudly as the rain pelted down harder. My pride would have to be shoved a side, for a day.

I slowly walked to their door, dragging my heavy trunk behind me. I took a deep breath, then rang the doorbell. A few moments later, I saw Mrs. Potter's figure appear through the glass door. She opened it and smiled. "Lily, it's so great to see you, dear!" I smiled back at her. "Oh, come in, come in. What happened to you, dear?" I looked at the floor, trying to think up an excuse.

"I… um…" I said, trying to think as fast as possible. Mrs. Potter frowned, but understood that I didn't want to tell.

"It's quite alright, dear," she said, smiling reassuringly.

"Mrs. Potter, do you think I could…"

"Sure, dear. Follow me; you can sleep in one of the guest rooms, tonight. We can give you a ride to the train tomorrow morning." I smiled and nodded, following her up the set of stairs.

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