Disclaimer: I dooooo noooot oooowwn Lily Evans or James Potter…no matter how many petitions I send to JK Rowling

Chapter 1

Lily Evans could feel the wind from the night sky send a shiver down her spine as she walked around the vast blackness of the Hogwarts Lake. If she looked behind her she could probably see the shape of her own feet imprinted into the ground following the path she just took. If she looked upwards she could see the pitch black stretch of sky, endlessly going in each direction.

Tonight was a night for thinking. Lily's thoughts wondered into the deep crevices of her mind and through all the old memories that should have never been seen again.

The thoughts she saw were flashes of crimson and glances of tragic endings. She saw her past. Her curse.

"She's mute remember"

"No, she never says anything…quiet that one is"

"Why don't you talk? Huh? Are you stupid?"

These are the words that I hear every day. I don't know why people have to be so rude. Just because somebody chooses to be mute doesn't mean they are stupid or retarded. Because I am so quiet and invisible practically all the time, when somebody does notice me…these are the words they say. No one knows why I never talk. Never whisper a word. I would like to keep it this way, because it's better for everyone if they never find out. Never listen to my tragedy.

The teachers allow me to be mute and never ask me questions in class. And yes…I have to do all non-verbal spells. They are not that hard actually. But maybe I just say that because I have been doing them for almost half my life.

I get up every morning to go down to the great hall and grab a piece of toast. I then go back upstairs and review my homework that's due that day. I might hide behind one of my many books or I might just sit along the side of the Lake and listen to leaves blow on their branches.

But everyday is the same. The same routine. The same people. The same books. The same silence. Nothing ever changes…ever. Until now.

I gave a lurch to the side as a broad shoulder banged into my small one. The pile of books that I was carrying in my hands a second ago fell to the floor, scattering across the ground.

"I'm so sorry. Didn't see you there. I was in a hurry. McGonagall will kill me if I'm late again."

I looked up to the face of the figure that had collided into me and caught the gaze of two immaculate hazel eyes. Actually I didn't really know what color they were. Either, brown or green or blue or gold…something of that sort except all mixed together.

The boy knelt down and started to scramble to pick up the number of books on the floor. I just stared and watched him…not able to speak a word. Literally.

The boy stood up with my books in his arms and stared right back at me. His eyes widened, and his mouth started to gape.

"H-H-Hi. I'm James." He said in a strangely shakily voice. He stuck out his right hand making all of the books fall again.

This time I knelt down to help him. While both reaching for my copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' our hands grazed and an electric shock trembled up my spine. We pulled our hands away immediately afraid to touch each other again.

"I'm James," he said, the stutter gone now, "What's your name?" He asked still holding my books in his hands.

I parted my lips but of course nothing came out.

James waited in my silence. Not getting a response, James looked at me in a caring way and asked,

"Are you ok? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I??"

I shook my head.

"Ok, good. So you're not in shock. So what's your name?"

I stared at him wondering what to do. Should I just turn around and run? Or should I wait for him to leave and just stare at him for now. No one had asked me that question before, since I came to this school. No one wanted to talk to a mute. Because they know that the mute will never respond.

James waited a litter longer before asking, "Can you speak English? Because I know there are a couple transfers here. "

I just stared at him again. I still had no clue what to do. Thought kept racing through my mind. Should I try to talk? Nooooo baaad Idea. I can't talk. Should I mouth my name? No that's stupid. Then he'll think I'm stupid. Actually he probably already does…so bang goes that theory.

"Do you speak?"

Uhhhhh no, I don't thanks for asking. But I didn't say this because I knew that I couldn't. I'm a mute for Merlin's sake!!!

"James! James! Over here! Waaay late for McGonagall!!"

"You know how she gets when she's angry!! I love it!"

"Come on James we don't have all day!"

I looked over James's shoulder and saw three boys around my age calling for James to follow them, waving their arms in a beckoning gesture.

James must have heard them to because he turned around and shouted "Hold on!" He turned back to me and asked me one more time:

"Well, you must have a name. Everyone does. See you around!"

He then turned around and started to flee to his friends. I watched him go the long distance from me to his three companions. He had a skip to his step and a smile to his face. The strides that he took were long and his arms pumped at his sides while running. His hair, already broom swept, flew in the wind and his black robes billowed at his sides. I turned away afraid that I would never be able to if I didn't at that second.