Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters and wonderful ideas and places expressed in the Harry Potter series. They belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling. I am simply a fan, writing for fun.
"And you tell me over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction."
- On the Eve of Destruction, Barry McGuire
People seem to think I'm the embodiment of perfection. When I pass people gawk. I hear them earnestly whispering, "Lily Evans… top student of her year," while others are sneering, "…perfect prefect. She's simply nauseating." I pay them no mind. Everyone around me, whether it be friend or foe, seems to be fascinated with me. Obsessed with being me, or hating me- either way- they all have preconceived ideas and expectations of me- that I am meant to obey at all times. Failure is something I am incapable of, disappointment incomprehensible.
I don't sin. I don't fail. Those are the rules by which I live. If I didn't, who would I be? Where would I fit under the microscope of scrutiny and hypocrisy by which my peers condemn me? I sweat under the pressure, knowing I can't keep this up forever. It's only a matter of time. So, while they live life carefree- free to be who they are- I sit and smile. Always smile. With a smile plastered on my face, I take each step with my head held high, all the while wondering how I ever got to this point and just how I'm going to get myself out.
People can only take so much, no matter how strong or perfect they are. So as each day passes, I'll sit and smile. Never faltering. It is who I am. I am perfection. Study every night, never forget an assignment. Anything short of perfect won't be tolerated. Follow the rules, keep everyone in line, but don't lose your temper. Be courtesy despite your disdain. On the surface I am perfection. I have been for years.
My only slip up, my one tragic flaw in all these years of perfection has been my overwhelming hatred for a certain messy haired boy. My polar opposite, symbol of imperfection at its best, and everything I can't stand, the one and only James Harold Potter. James Potter- famed Gryffindor Quidditch Capitan and Keeper, whose big head gets under my skin in everyway possible. Immature, arrogant, unruly, sarcastic- he is everything I despise and try to demolish. But I merely scowl, and then laugh and smile, ignoring the itch to scream, head high, eyes sharp. Always aware. Always on guard. Always perfect. The anger he invokes within me is incomparable to anyone else I have ever encountered and makes me boil over in rage – it is then I turn weak; that I am vulnerable.
Symbol of perfection on the outside- inside I am incomplete- torn in two pieces and fighting to survive. A fake smile, over boisterous laughter, and a calm demeanor seems to be the only thing I need to hide my truth within.
My name is Lily Evans, and I am on the Eve of Destruction. This is my story…