Lily Potter thought about her life, whilst sitting on a bed in a muggle household. She was seventeen with bright green eyes and ginger hair. Apart from early ridicule for being very ginger and therefore very freckly, she had grown into her beauty a few years ago and no more bullies appeared, but their scars had been left on her mind. She regretted that comment and the one which would undoubtedly come next: you are such a teenage cliché, you should change now, before it's too late. She looked at her height, she was taller than an average girl but not too tall, her tallness highlighted her skinny frame, turning her into what she thought looked like an alien. The genetic inheritance and a few memories which flashed through her mind every now and then were the only reminders of her past. Her foster parents were an elderly couple, called Joseph and Barbara, a pair of lovely strangers, who had never harmed Lily. These strangers filled a part of the hole left by her genetic parents and Lily would not have survived longer than this without them, that she was sure of.

She re-thought how that sounded. She loved her parents; it wasn't their fault they died when she was little. She had been told by her foster parents that they had died at the hand of a malevolent man along with her brothers and other family members. Lily knew that she had lost more than just her parents that day, but her Joseph and Barbara had only known of her parents and brothers. Lily had only escaped because she had been left in another room by her mother. She remembered parts of the day well, others not so well.

'Mummy!' Lily cried.

'Yes darling?' Ginny Weasley's red hair matched her daughters.

'Can I show you my painting? It's of me, you, Daddy, Albie and James.'

'Of course.' Ginny saw her only daughter's painting, it was good for a four year old. 'Well done sweetie, shall we show daddy?'

'Please Mummy.'

They walked hand in hand into the garden of their home.

'Daddy!' Lily cried in the same manner as she called her mother.

'Hey Lily.' Harry picked up his daughter in a hug. 'What's that in your hands?'

'It's everyone.' Lily smiled at her father.

Suddenly there was a banging at the door. Ginny whispered a few words into her daughter's ears before following Harry into the house to get the door. Those last few words still haunted Lily:

'Lily if Mummy doesn't return in ten seconds, run as fast as you can, try to get to Albie and James.'

Lily still didn't know to this day, why her mother had gone into the house rather than run with her daughter. The man who took away her family went by the name of Sinistrum, her basic knowledge of latin told her it meant sinister, evil. She had never met this man, or she hadn't realised if she had. She also hated this man, unsurprisingly her thoughts turned to vitriol everytime she thought of him. She knew that if she ever came face to face with him knowingly she would not keep in her anger, but she also knew that she would have no chance. There was one thing that she did think the magic community was at fault for, but it was something that the muggle community also had fault for. The criminals in their community were, of course, killing innocent muggles, so what were they doing to try and prevent murder? Sinistrum was still a large name about now, he was the main cause of all the trouble, the rest were lesser wizards copying him. She knew that muggles had problems with some of their worse criminals as well, it took them 5 years to catch Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire ripper. But Sinistrum had been running around killing people for thirteen years now and Lily thought that this was a particularly long time for a criminal not to be caught, especially a serial killer.

Lily thought some more about magic, she often did, it was the main theme for unhappiness in her life and it involved her parents. Lily had been thirteen when magic was world-widely announced and the media which followed. She hated the way people discriminated against witches and wizards, many magic folk had been killed or maimed after the announcement, Lily had cried every night she heard of a new death, but she stopped now, the murders had increased, but less and less were of real witches and wizards. The whole country of England had reverted back to James I, where every woman was scrutinised. The witches and wizards had become clever, hiding in homes, pretending to be muggles, using codes and fitting in. The media had become vicious in their newsprint when a body of a muggle had been found to have been killed by magic. Of course, Lily had recognised that like muggles there were both good and bad wizards and witches.

Her foster parents were some of the leading figures in the fight against magic, but Lily secretly wrote letters to newspapers demanding that they see magic in a new light. It was an impossible effort to begin to try and make people see sense. The more they fought against magic, the worse the repercussions would be. One of Lily's letter to the Daily Mail was particularly harsh, this being the only reason they published it. That and to make a mockery of it.

Dear Readers,

What is wrong with magic? I already guess that in the first sentence you have judged me to be ignorant and ridulously empathic to witches and wizards. But have you looked at your opinions, your thoughts on this misunderstood group of people?

You say that magic is dangerous. So are muggles. How many magical people and creatures have been killed because of muggles? Yes, I will use the term muggle, because that is what you are being. You are infact the ignorant and dangerous beings.

At this moment you would probably like to inform me of the amount of muggles that magic has killed. There are two things wrong with what you are saying. Firstly, like muggles, magical folk have the good and bad in their community. It is not and I repeat not the whole of the wizarding communities' fault that some of their population is evil. It proves my point further that we are not different to them. We are the same genus, we are the same creatures. The only exception is that one group of people have an extra gene or quality to them.

I don't think that the 'magic is dangerous' debate is what fuels most of this hatred either. I think that many of you petty people are either jealous that they have something we don't or you don't want to believe that your precious science cannot explain everything.

I shall take the last paragraph of this letter of complaint to explain my background life and why you should take my opinion seriously. My parents were murdered when I was young. By muggles? No. By an evil wizard. You may know him, his name is Sinistrum. But I harbour no ill towards the wizarding community. This is why you should listen to my opinion, because I have seen and I know the consequences of magic. Secondly, I study science and I love it. It is amazingly interesting and I wouldn't give it up for the world. But no one can just wipe magic off the face of the Earth and ignore it. It exists. This is a great opportunity for scientists worldwide to figure out what the difference is? I am excited because of the knowledge that magic exists. And so should you.

Lily remembered the ridicule her letter got. Beside her letter the paper wrote a passage about how badly written it is and that a child must have sent it in. But Lily didn't care, the main thing was that it had been published and any from the wizarding community would have realised that there are people out there who are on their side and who are muggles.

Lily had finished thinking about magic for the night. She thought to herself about how she wouldn't have to think about it for much longer, she was going to her parents as soon as she could build her nerves to commit the act. Lily was not a happy go-lucky teenager like many of the people at her school were. She was forced to keep to herself because no one would come near her for fear of being mistaken for a witch or a wizard. Joseph and Barbara were all she had at the moment and she loved them. But being the head of the anti-magic movement meant that people avoided Lily like the plague. She eventually grew to be suspicious of people because when she was younger she was ridiculed for her ginger hair and freckles, the freckles had gone now and the ginger hair was more of a beautiful auburn, but the hurt from malicious laughter at a young age was a big scar across Lily's brain. Lily's natural intelliegence proved to be another problem, her classmates consistently harassed her for being a 'swot' as they put it. She had done well in her GCSEs, 12 A*s, her foster parents had been pleased and Lily faked pleasure. But collecting her results from school had been horrible, Lily knew what she had gotten, this slip of paper only confirmed them. But the people who were near her jeered at her, with questions of her grades fired at her. She whispered her grades and they laughed at her, saying she was such an emo cliché.

Lily knew there was only one way out of the spiralling path of misery. She had become too depressed about her parents to carry on in the hope that everything would get better. Tomorrow she would be catching up with her long gone family.