All Because of Her Cousin

by Seen in Shades of Gray

This losely follows the original James/Lily story, but I changed a couple elements, and added a very important OC. Might or might not end up all cannon.

Prologue

Lily's POV

If I ever had to pick the two things I had loved and hated the most, before I went to Hogwarts, they would be Writing and Rain respectively. Ironically the thing I hated most might have even been the thing I loved the most if there wasn't a more rational thing there already.

I loved writing, because I was a sensible person who many might think lacked the ability to have fun. This proved true in some cases. I never had too much room in my mind for irrational thought. Unfortionally, that never stopped those types of thoughts from coming. So, I allowed myself one guilty pleasure. Whenever I felt inspired, I would stay up late at night and write short stories about fantastical creatures and people who lived only in my mind.

I hated the rain, because everyone believed I was a sensible person who lacked the ability to have fun. This proved true in some cases. I never had much room in my mind for irrational thought. Unfortionally, that never stopped those types of thoughts from coming. So, one guilty pleasure wasn't enough to keep my emotions in check. Whenever I felt it was about to rain, I would stop what I was doing and run large circles about the house and smell the smells of rain which only seemed to exist in my mind.

From what anyone who's seen me do this says, its like I've lost absolutely all my sense and become some sort of crazed wild animal who can't be tamed until the rain is over. Petunia has even gone as far as to have said that "The rain never had a smell and it never would so could you please stop your maniacal laughing, I don't want Vernon to hear it on the other end of the line."

I had decided when I got invited to Hogwarts that this particular behavior would be a secret I would take to the grave. Everyone had always only seen me as the sensible girl who follows all the rules and never knew how to have fun, and I knew that this school was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I really didn't want to ruin by acting like I was crazy. So I decided to stick with my reputation and try to hide all signs of my very plausible insanity, lest I be insulted to the end of my days.

Unfortunately, most of my stories were inspired by my rain dances so knowledge of them became just as closely guarded. But now that I was on the train to Hogwarts, my old worries were forgotten, only to be replaced by new hopes and fears about my classes, classmates, and a particular black haired boy that I knew had to be trouble.