Warnings: Character Death, language, depression, mention of thoughts of suicide.

Like Meridith, I am an American, and apologize for misuse or lack of British slang and/or customs.

Disclaimer: James Potter, Lily Evans/Potter, and any other recognizable characters are created and owned by J.K. Rowling, and I do not claim any ownership over them or the world of Harry Potter. No profit is made from this.
It is merely for entertainment purposes only. Meridith Booth was created by me as a tool to play with in the Harry Potter world.


A week and a half after she had first woke up in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, screaming and on fire, Meridith Booth, or, as everyone knew her, Lily Evans, was released from the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey had not seemed eager to allow her to even leave her sight, but Meridith was ready to see more than curtains and white walls.

Two days after that, she wished she'd stayed in the infirmary. Lily's school work had piled up, and there was no choice but to complete it. It would have been utterly fascinating to study magic and to flip through ancient tomes and spellbooks, but really it was all rather frustrating and she was on the verge of pulling her hair out.

Six years. Meridith was behind the course work by six freaking years!

The Gryffindor common room was certainly not a good place to study, either. It was loud and crazy and packed with students. But she didn't know how to get to the library yet, hadn't had the nerve to venture out in case she got lost.

What I wouldn't give to have Harry's map. And a proper pen. I hate quills.

She stared blankly down at the crisp parchment in front of her, awkwardly holding the quill in her left hand. The Marauder's map was tempting for a moment before she completely vetoed that idea. It would have just thrown the name "Lily Evans" at her and proven once again that she was no longer Meridith Booth.

Meridith Booth was dead. Killed in a car crash because she got behind the wheel completely wasted, attempting to escape her own stupidity. Because she'd ran away from a one night stand.

She buried her face in her hands and cried.


A/N: Whoah. Hahaha! Uploaded Snapshot 7 and when I viewed it, it was full of HTML. Hopefully this time I won't mess it up. Oop...