Scream

Summary: Lily Evans is the outcast, the – would I dare say it- one everyone not only taunts, but hates. With horrible secrets in her life, with everyone against her, can she win the battle not only raging inside, but outside? Kinda powerful Lily, 7th year, and interesting plot twists. May include time travel (but not much).

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Lily Evans, a girl beautiful by far, teaming with intelligence, was lying on her bed. She wasn't crying, - no, she didn't cry – she was simply lying comfortably on her bed, all warm and… miserable. Yep, miserable. Now, you ask why? Well, she was thinking about her life.

No one at school would ever guess that she had a horrible life. That's why they all hated her. That's why no one was her friend. No matter what happened, she was up beat- mostly. And they hated it. It made them mad that she was so happy, so full of life when they were… not.

And so they made it they're duty to make her life miserable. And they almost always failed. Or so they thought. If they pulled a prank on her, she would put on the biggest smile she could muster and laugh along with them. Little did they know that it hurt deeper than the many scars she had on her body.

She was a girl of immense beauty. With beautiful, waist length, auburn hair, emerald green eyes, a nice height of 5'6, and wonderful curves, she would have been the most sought after girl in Hogwarts- had she not been hated. The only thing wrong with her body- or so she thought- were the scars that lined her arms, legs, back, and even neck.

Now, they weren't completely noticeable. In fact, only if you looked hard and long would you see them. And there weren't too many either. Just a few here, there, maybe over there too. In all, it probably totaled to 30 scars. The only one truly noticeable was one of the ones on her lower back. It was in the shape of a crescent moon and went from one side of her back all the way to the other side. Needless to say, no one ever saw her back.

So, we have established she's beautiful, and a very happy person on the all. Now, I touched on the subject of why they hated her. But lets take it a step further.

She was, like I said, almost always happy. Now, they thought it was because she was sooooo innocent, so- what's the word? - Well-cared for.

Now, that was the complete and total opposite of the truth. She was happy all the time because – the way she figured- if things were so terrible, they could only gets better. And that thought cheered her. She figured that even if terrible things happened to her, she deserved it. And, that so long as other people were happy, she should be happy.

They were happy because they had done nothing wrong to deserve punishment. She, on the other hand, did everything wrong, and paid too. But as long as other people didn't pay for her mistakes, she would be happy.

And she truly thought she deserved everything that came her way, even though she probably deserved them less.

Now, back to the story. Since you've gotten some of the background.

Lily's point of view

"Huahhh." Lily gave a great sigh as she decided it was time to move, to lazy for her own good.

She rolled over and stilled, listening for sounds from her roommates. She didn't think they were up yet; it was rather early for a Saturday. 8:03 to be exact.

It was the first day of the school year. Everyone had lucked out that September 1st fell on a Friday.

Getting out of bed, she stilled once more. No sound. She quickly gathered her things and ran quietly into the bathroom. Once there, she locked the door, to ensure unwanted visitors, and started running the water.

Stepping in the shower, she shivered. Shivering more out of fear than the frigid cold of the shower. The shower, having now warmed up, was her alone time. Well, more than usual.

Even though she didn't have friends, people were constantly watching her. All of the time. They were waiting for some foreign emotion to show, some sign of imperfection. And she tried hard not to let that imperfection show.

Not only would it mean endless taunting, but also it could mean someone having pity on her. Someone might want to become her friend. And she didn't want that. If someone wanted to be her friend, and for some insane reason, she became their friend, she would be doomed.

Why? Because she would have to let someone close. The only fear she had greater than letting in someone close, meaning danger and pain for them, was the fear that she might actually like it. That would be horrible, better not to know what she was missing out on, then to experience it and then lose it. And she was sure she would lose it- if she had it.

She kept her distance because she knew that anyone she became close to would be in danger. That was another one of her fears. She would make some mistake worth punishment, and they would pay.

She was fine with paying for her own mistakes, so long as no one else paid for her mistakes. That had happened one to many times already…

Stepping out of the shower, she dressed quickly. Running into her room, she closed the curtains around her and stilled once more. No sound.

She was afraid of waking up any of the other girls' b/c some of them would be cranky for "losing their beauty sleep" or some such other.

She didn't want them mad at her. Not when she had already done something deserving of punishment.

She was expecting to get punished soon, to make up for the thought she had had on the train. She had thought "I wish I didn't have such horrible parents, I hope they forget about me." It was harsh she knew, and had regretted it instantly.

Her parents took care of her, despite if it was only just enough to keep her healthy. They at least kept her instead of throwing her out. And they did feed her, one meal a day, maybe even two.

And they taught her some very valuable lessons. The most important was that she was deserving of punishment as long as she did something wrong. And they were fair too. They only punished her when she did something wrong.

Like the other day, she dropped a dish and it broke, she had gotten a just punishment for that. A day without food. They had been generous.

Slipping into her clothes for the day, a white tank top, black cargo pants, and her hair up in a messy bun, she quietly exited.

It was a beautiful day, one that many would be rejoicing over. She herself was happy it was so nice outside, she could fly while it was early.

She loved flying; it was the one place where she could escape her life, without doing something wrong.

Grabbing her broom (she always kept it- and many other things- in her book bag which she carried everywhere), she lifted off into the air, not caring that she was still inside Hogwarts. Flying out the window, she fell into a dive, pulling up just in time.

Hearing an exhilarating cry, she turned and saw Fawkes, her only friend. He was her flying partner, though normally she was in phoenix form. Yes, she was an animagus, a duel one in fact.

She had the forms of three animals: a phoenix with emerald eyes, black feathers with red feathers interspersed, a moon wolf, which was a now extinct wolf that had silver fur and could run with the wind, and an owl, all black except for a few red feathers and emerald green eyes.

Saying a greeting to Fawkes, she dove again, grazing the water with her toes.

This was where she truly belonged.

James' view

James woke up with renewed vigor, considering it was 8:19. This whole summer he had been dead to the world. Only coming alive when there was some news of the outside world, or if Sirius or Remus were over.

But here, here was his real home. He loved his parents deeply but it just wasn't home. With his dad almost always at the ministry, or his mom almost always entertaining guests, they didn't have time for him. Although they did try.

Looking out the window, he saw a flash of red. Then, seconds later, another.

Intrigued, he leaned farther, to get a better look. There, he saw an odd sight, he saw a Lily Evans and the one and only Fawkes flying together. And they were good.

Now, he had expected Fawkes to be good, but Evans? And why in the world would Fawkes want to hang around Perfect Evans. Head girl and all.

He would put her in her place this year. Now that he was Head boy he had power to do things, and get away with it too. Evans would get hers. This year would be the icing on the cake for her. He would not graduate this year and not make Evans' life miserable.

Looking out the window, he saw her doing extensive tricks and turns. She was quite good. And she seemed so… he didn't know, carefree. And that says a lot cause she always had a smile on her face.

It made him think that maybe he was missing something. Something he should have seen.

Nahh… this was Evans he was talking, or rather thinking about. Happy little Evans who didn't care that you had problems so long as they didn't affect her and they weren't her problems, she was happy. Evans who smiles when you say your cat died, glad because it was your cat, showing no remorse because it didn't affect her. That Evans, how could anyone misread her?

Shaking his head, he threw a pillow at Sirius, who merely grunted and rolled over. They needed to get an early start if they were to put their prank in action.

And he went about getting Sirius awake. Realizing that this was where he belonged.

soooo… what do you think? This story is a story that has been floating in my head a while. I know it is slightly clichéd. Well, it is also a way to get me out of my writers block b/c I am sooooo experiencing it with my other story: Harry Potter and the wish of one night. So, tell me if I should just get off the computer and stop writing or not.