The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
'You've been so brave.'
Lily Evans
Lady Bambi
And magic isn't real Lily,
Haven't you heard?
The freak down the street
Will only get you hurt.
Listen to your sister
She knows best.
That's magic that you're doing,
Lily, you're blessed.
The leaves were dying and it was winter, and Severus was watching me warily. It was then that I realised I was the only friend he'd ever had. And I couldn't leave him, not really.
Because cruelty doesn't come naturally to me, not like it does to him.
So you're Lily then, Slughorn asked, sizing her up and down. Lily showed no weakness except the trembling of her hands hidden in the folds of her cloak. Lily Prewett? he asked. No, Lily Evans. He hummed but was clearly disinterested. Lily wasn't happy with this man, but she would let him judge her.
For now.
Hold the world aloft with your own strength,
Because no one else seems to think they can.
Dream bigger than your ego, pet;
You'll succeed where the better warriors ran.
James Potter looked at her across the hallway, and suddenly, inexplicably, she wanted to know what it would be like to take his glasses off. Not for anything sexual, but just to see his eyes for who he really was. It would take her years, but she'd eventually figure out that she didn't need to. The idiot was an open book, and that was the best part about him.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
Bash James' head with a mallet.
He wasn't meant to be her enemy, but Severus had chosen to choose to hurt, and if our choices made us, then Lily couldn't really blame his bitter childhood anymore, could she? But she did anyway, because she was fourteen and perfect, and he was fourteen and still so alone.
And Lily was kind, in a way no one ever could be.
So you're the Lily everyone's been praising, Slughorn said, chortling. I saw it from the moment I met you, do you remember? Back in your first year, I knew you'd be something special. I have an eye for these things. Lily let the man believe in his delusions. It was, as the saying went, no skin off her back. But she was bright and good and awe-inspiring and intelligent for herself. And she would never let him forget it. Yes sir. I remember quite well what you thought of me. I'm good at reading disappointment.
Silence befell the classroom, and infuriating James Potter started the round of raucous applause that got him yet another detention.
Why do you hurt me like this Evans? he'd asked her once. She'd scoffed at him, just like the other times he was being melodramatic. But when he sighed and said, I give up then. I'm sorry for whatever it is that I do that makes me not good enough.
And Lily figured she'd hurt him this time, had been hurting him all this time.
And Lily was cruel, in a way no one ever wanted to be.
She was Head Girl, she was strong and brave and proud to be herself.
She needed no one.
But she thought she'd rather like him, if given the chance.
Hold me tight and hold me close,
Love me dearly, love me most.
When the stars are blotted from the heavens,
And the full moon shines again,
With every cycle, wax and wane,
But let your love steadfast remain.
And if you break me, so help me god,
I'll rip all your entrails out.
I don't have time for poems and shit,
I'll kill you slowly, Potter, you git.
Stop staring at Gabriella when I'm sitting right next to you. I don't care if she's getting married and everyone else's doing it. It's your fault I'm this emotional anyway! Who asked you to spread your seeds?
I don't care if it's crass you bloody tosser!
Lily loved him, so so much, but something told her she wouldn't, couldn't, love him for long. So she holds him tight at night, and her little Harry giggles, and for a moment, just a tiny moment, Lily was at peace.
She was a little starlight in the sea of bright,
And quickly did she fade.
A flash of green, both eyes and wand,
And, slowly, she was unmade.