Disclaimer: Either my name turned to J. K. Rowling overnight and I aged thirty years or I don't own Harry Potter. I'm willing to bet with the latter.
Chapter 1: Guests
Lily's thoughts are in italics.
My name is Lily. Lily Rose Lovegood. I'm not like normal kids. For one thing, I have long silver hair. Silver hair! Only old people have silver hair! The only real thing I like about myself are my eyes. They are bright green, although sometimes they turn gold. I have no idea why. My skin is a really pale color that accents them.
"Lily! Get down here right now, or you're going to miss breakfast!" I groaned, but obliged. I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My eyes stared out at me from my pale heart-shaped face. I put on a baby-blue three-quarter-sleeves shirt and blue jeans that went down to my ankles. I ran a brush threw my hair. After some debating I just put it up in a high ponytail, and went downstairs.
"Oh, Lily, I'm sorry I didn't tell you we had guests. This is Remis and Tonks Lupin, and their sons Teddy and James. They are going to be staying with us for a while, since their house is being renovated." Mom explained.
"Nice to meet you." I said quietly, looking down. I was usually shy with new people, although my curiosity to know about them usually won over in the end.
I studied the Lupins over my breakfast. The father, Remis, was an older man with graying hair. He had bags under his eyes and had on a gray semi-formal suit. His wife, Tonks, was younger. Her short, spiky hair was a deep shade of scarlet. She wore a light blue sweater that complemented her grey eyes. The older brother, Teddy, had light brown hair and his mother's eyes. But it was the youngest of the family that interested me the most. He had messy black hair and green eyes, just like mine. He's cute. I thought, and immediately chastened myself. I was too young to be into boys!
"How old are you, Lily?" Tonks asked
"Twelve." I replied. I couldn't wait 'till I was thirteen, and I was eligible to go to Hogwarts. It was my older brother Scott's first year there. Too bad it wasn't like my mother's time when you would be admitted at eleven or twelve.
"Oh, you're just the same age as James. Tonks, why don't we go out into the garden with a cup of tea and talk?" I noticed my mother's voice and eyes grew uneasy when she said James's name. He doesn't look like he's done anything wrong. I thought. Oh, well, mothers always over-exaggerate.
"Uh...so, Lily... what should we do now that our moms are gossiping?" James spoke first.
"Um...well, we could go up to the playroom or something?" The playroom was really the attic, but we decided to put all the toys there that we got from our rich grandparents.
"Sure sounds like fun." James replied. When we got there James looked around and gasped. "Where do you get all this stuff?" There were toys everywhere, on the floor, in the shelves, and even stuck to the ceiling!
"Our rich grandparents always give us, like, twenty things each for Christmas and our birthdays. Once there were too many for our rooms we moved it all up here." I picked my way through the toys and sat down at the light lavender couch in front of the window with the pale curtains floating in the breeze and the sunlight streaming through. Next to the couch was a bookshelf, which was filled with books. James sat opposite me in a pale orange armchair.
"Do you like to read?" he asked, looking at the bookshelf.
'Yeah. I especially like to read about the Muggle world. It's very weird about how they get around without magic. And my father's a Muggle, which makes it all the more interesting." James nodded.
"Lily, I have a question for you. Do you mind if I ask it?"
"Shoot." I replied
"Are you part Veela? Is that why your hair is silver?" I was used to this question.
"Nah. I have no idea why it's silver. But I am definitely not part Veela. Have you seen how beautiful they are?" I scoffed. James shrugged, and then looked like he was gong to say something, but decided against it.
"So...you wanna play a game of Scrabble?" I tried valiantly to make some sort of conversation.
"Scrabble?" James looked confused.
"It's a Muggle game. Come on, I'll teach you how to play it."