Disclaimer: JK owns it, although I'm still mad at her for having killed one of the loves of my life in the DH.

Summary: "the war is over (...) The Dark Lord was finally defeated. But many died (...) and the story should be repeated" Lily was a normal girl until the day she discovers she is a witch. That's when it all gets really weird. She finds out that existed another Lily Evans, muggle-born, who died, and that was exactly like her! And what about this James Potter? Arrogant jerk. And only because he is the son of the auror Harry Potter!

NOTE: TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS, REMEMBER, THIS STORY WAS CREATED BEFORE THE BOOK CAME OUT, SO IT DOESN'T FOLLOW THE BOOK'S PLOT. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

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James was fast in his response, and, before I knew it, his hands were on my waist, exploring my body and my hand was entangled in his hair, pulling him to me until I was sure there was no space between us.

His tongue entered my lips roughly and played with my own with such an ease I had an urge to moan. I could hear his heart beat, quick and exaggerated, and- Merlin help me- mine was just the same.

In a sharp move we switched places, and now it was me the one with the backs against the wall, as he pinned me with his body. All I could do was hug him closer and kiss him with all my power. I felt his hand sliding up my leg under my skirt and I did nothing to stop him, my skin burning at his touch.

Who would guess kissing James Potter could feel so… good??

At some point one of us broke the kiss, and I found myself staring at two pools of chocolate brown with dimples of a deep green, making his eyes startling. In there I could see every feeling he was having. The happiness, the love, the longing and… the bemusement?

Wait a minute! He was bemused, why was he bemused?

With a gasp escaping my lips before I could do anything to avoid it, the reality of what I had just done crashed on me. I had just kissed James Potter! What was wrong with me! Just hours before I had been against any kind of contact with the boy more than friendship; then I decided to tell him about the prophecy and when I finally found myself alone with him- even if in a really small broom cupboard- what do I do? I bloody kiss him!!

'No, no, no.' I screamed in my mind, 'This is not supposed to happen like this!'

And, out of nowhere, a single feeling started running through my frozen body: fear. I was afraid of what I had just done. Not scared of the act itself- feeling him so close to me, his lips touching mine was as entrancing as strawberry cake (and Merlin knew I loved strawberry cake!). Not scared of James either- I knew he'd never do anything to intentionally hurt me. What I was scared of was his reaction.

Yes, he proclaimed his feelings for me every time he could during years, asking me out day yes, day yes. But that didn't mean he'd accept what I had to tell him. That didn't mean he'd accept me with open arms after hearing all the secrets I had to tell him. And for that, I was scared of being rejected by the man I had come to love.

"Lily," his voice brought me out of my thoughts. He was obviously waiting for me to say something, to admit what I had just done and why it had been done. But I couldn't do it. So, instead, I did the only thing people like me do. I ran.

With a surprising quickness I opened the cupboard's door and start running to somewhere I hoped he wouldn't catch me. I heard his pleadings in the background and, although my mind screamed me to get back and face the consequences of my acts, my legs refused to obey.

James' voice was lost as our distance grew and he seemed to have given up of chasing me. Trying to erase the thoughts of how much of a coward I was, I kept running until I found myself incapable of moving.

(…)

I came back to the common room only when I was sure that if I didn't something bad would occur. Meaning the girls coming after me.

It was at dinner time that I entered back in my common room. To my surprise, it was empty- 'duh, dinner time!'- but I sighed in relief at that fact and sat down in a couch, my legs still hurting from running.

I can't tell exactly how long it was until people started arriving. I was already half asleep and struggling to keep my eyes open, waiting for the girls. I needed their support, and I needed it now!

Finally, I saw them arriving, and raised my head to them, just to make sure they saw me. They did, and, to my shock, the only thing the three Weasleys did to acknowledge me was send me the nastier looks they could, sitting as far away from me as possible.

I blinked confusedly at their actions. What had happened?

While I was dwelling over that question, Bessie and Remus came in. They both looked at me somewhat angry somewhat apologetic as they sat next to the other three.

At last, Sirius, Frank and Chris came in. They, just like the girls, glared fiercely at me and sat next to the other five

James, I noticed, came back after them and didn't even look at me as he followed his path to his dormitory. He was mad at me, that I understood. He had reasons for it.

But them? What was wrong with them?? Had they just turned their backs on me? Why??

Decided to get some answers from them, I got up and walked to where they were sitting. As soon as they noticed my presence, the conversation stopped abruptly, and they glared at me liked they glared at any Slytherin they hated. Hated.

"OK, what's going on here?" I asked, trying to keep my temper in check.

Erica raised an eyebrow at me, "Don't know what you mean, Evans." she said as if she had never known me before.

"Cut the crap," I said still incredibly calm for someone like me, "You just completely ignored me and you sat as far away from me as you could!"

"Honestly, Evans," Sirius said, and I was suddenly remembered of my first years at Hogwarts, "Just walk back to where you were."

"Or better," Lindsay added, "Run back to where you were. Or are you too tired for that?"

A sense of betrayal fell over me as I understood what they were mad about. "So this is what this is all about?" I asked, "It's all about James?"

"He's Potter to you." Frank said in a protective and angry tone I never knew him to own. And it scared me.

"Excuse me?" I asked, "What have you got to do with what happens between the two of us? And you don't even know what really happened! Either way, it's our life and you have no reason to be mad about it!"

If I was scared before, when Alice got up with the meanest face I had ever seen, I had to make a huge effort to stop myself from trembling. Worst was, her angry outburst was all directed at me. "We have nothing to do with what happens with you two?" she said sarcastically, "Then why, Lily, why would you tell us everything that happened between you two? And I'm not only talking about the fact that you do like him, I'm talking about the p-"

"Alice!!" Lindsay said, stopping her from saying what she was about to say. Alice seemed to have understood what she was about to do as she quietened suddenly. But next moment the angry glare was back full force.

"You have no right to play with him like that," she hissed at me, "and I won't simply stand and watch while you try to show everyone how much of a jerk he is and how much of a victim you are."

I stared at her incredulously. She thought I was what? Playing the victim? An icy felling washed over me as I looked at her like I never had before. When I spoke, my voice was low and cool, and I saw them shivering at my tone. "So that's what you think?" I asked, "All this time you thought I was playing the victim?"

"I'm sure that was not what she meant." Bessie spoke for the first time.

"It sure sounded like it." I answered, "And if you really think that, Weasley, you really aren't who I thought you were."

They didn't answer me as Alice seemed to regret what she had said. After some minutes which seemed like hours, Erica spoke.

"We want you away from him." she said "We want you to leave him alone once and for all."

Her words froze me. My best friends, the people I most trusted in the world were turning their backs on me and wanted me away from the James. When it came down to choosing, they took his side.

It hurt. It hurt to know I didn't really know the people I thought to be my friends. And when I'm hurt, there's only one way I know how to act. I get angry.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I screamed at them.

"The hell we can't!" Chris said, as both he and Erica stood up. I couldn't help but regret to have stopped James from beating the crap out of him they year before when they found out about Malfoy.

"We're his family," Erica said, "And years of suffering for you are more than enough. You had your chance with him Lily. You had more than one even! But now it's enough. We won't let you near him anymore."

Erica had moved while she spoke and was now in front of me. Unlike other times, I didn't back up. I would stand my ground this time.

"The only thing you will do is mind your own business!" I screamed at her.

"No," she hissed, "You didn't mind your own business last year."

I smirked and only thought about my next words after I'd said them. "And what are you going to do to stop me from seeing James? Join the family business of your dear Alban and kill mudbloods like me? Or better! Are you going to ask your father-in-law to break in again? I'm sure that, with your help, I'll be a dead stick. Who knows? Maybe then he'll welcome you into the family!"

I knew I had crossed the line as Erica lifted her hand and slapped me. My head turned with the strength of the slap and I didn't move it as I took deep breaths and everyone else gasped.

My words hadn't been loud enough for the other students to hear it, but I knew the girls had.

"You have no right," she hissed, and I found tearfully tones in her angry voice. "No right to do that."

My head finally turned and I saw my deductions had been right. Erica had tears falling silently down her face. The other three girls were looking with wide eyes at Chris, who seemed to want to evaporate from his place.

I didn't answer as I stared at her, the stupidity of what I had said crashing on me, my shoulders feeling heavy all of sudden.

I tried to speak, but the pain that still stung on my cheek stopped me from doing it, making me see for the first time the deep hole which had been created between us because of my words and her slap. And I'm sure she noticed it too.

The silence that had fallen in the common room finally reached me. I knew for instance everyone was looking at us ever since the moment Erica's slap sounded.

"I have as much right as you do." I whispered at last and, before anyone could say anything, she had walked away in the direction of the girls' dormitory.

Now that all attentions were on me, I panicked. Looking at the clock, I saw it was past curfew. "What are you looking at?" I yelled at last, "Everyone up to bed! I'm still Head Girl!"

At my words, everyone started getting up and walking out of the common room, my so called friends between them, not even glancing at me once.

Bessie's words echoed in my head. "You know Lily, if you keep pushing people who like you away you'll find out solitude is much worst than you think."

That night, I slept in the common room.

(…)

Next day I woke up swollen and hurting in places I never knew could hurt.

Unnaturally for me, I woke up early and made my quick way to my dormitory where I took my bath and got dressed. When I was ready and exited the bathroom, Erica's eyes were on me, although she was still in her bed. She looked as sad and hurt as me as we stared at each other but didn't say anything.

I wanted so much to apologize to her, take back everything I had done the night before. But I knew it would be that simple. I knew what I had said was worst than anything I had ever done in my entire life.

The guilty feeling taking over me, I turned my back on her before she could see my tears and stormed out of the room.

(…)

"Ms. Evans, could you please tell me what spell would better act on here?" professor Flitwick asked me during my first class, where I found myself alone and sitting a little too close to the Slytherins for my taste. Snape was sitting right next to me.

I looked up at him, confusion written all over my face. I hadn't been paying the minimal attention. What was he talking about again?

"I- I think-" 'I think I'm going to kill myself after this.' I added to my mind as I had no idea of what to say. I was his best student and I could see his disappointment as he stared at me.

Then, Sirius had to put a word in, "What's the matter, Evans? Cat got your tongue? Or you don't know the answer to such an easy question?" his tone was one of amusement, but I could hear the anger behind it.

I felt the tears prickling in my eyes. It seemed all I could do ever since the night before. Great! I was about to cry in a classroom!!

Someone pinched my leg underneath the table, making me look sideways to meet Snape's gaze. He made a gesture with his eyes to my book, which was opened in front of me. There, a parchment that hadn't been there before read: "Wingardum Leviosa. Go for the basic." I was stunned as I looked at that. Was he giving me the answer? He was, wasn't he? But, should I trust him?

'It's your best shot.' My inner voice told me and, finally, I spoke.

"On the contrary, Black," I said, "I was going to answer that we could very well simply use the Wingardum Leviosa which, although simple and basic, should do."

I knew I had said the right thing as soon as professor Flitwick smiled at me. "Very well, Ms. Evans.", he said, before continuing the class.

I took a deep claming breath as attentions were back on the professor. Sirius said nothing more.

"Thank you," I whispered at last to Snape, "You saved me back there."

Snape kept the same passive face he always had, "Don't praise yourself, Evans. I did it to shut up Black."

I nodded. "Thanks anyway."

I then turned and tried to pay attention, although it seemed an impossible task.

And yet, I couldn't hide a smile as I heard the boy next to me speaking. "You're welcome, Lily."

(…)

During the entire day my attention in class was almost none. Thankfully, neither of the professors asked me anything.

At lunch, I joined some girls from sixth year in Gryffindor I knew. They were a nice company and didn't ask me any questions.

Monday and Tuesday went by that same way and now, more than ever, I found myself completely immersed in my books, my search and my family. The books James never gave back to me always came to my mind, but I found myself incapable of asking them back from him.

Off the seventh year Gryffindors, Bessie and Remus were the only who still spoke to me and made me company sometimes, but I knew they too weren't happy with me. I could see their disapproving faces and I knew both of them only talked to me because they were the ones I had most trust in. She was my best friend since I was born and he was my ex-boyfriend, they knew me well enough to know I had strong reasons to have run away.

Tuesday afternoon, after class, I remembered I still had to patrol the halls with James. I had been so airy to everything I had even forgotten that! And he wasn't even speaking to me.

But, with no one to comfort me about the fact, I decided I had to face the mess I had gotten myself into. I was no longer I little girl afraid of the world. I knew I had been wrong and I had to make things right.

I waited for him outside the common room, by the fat Lady like I always did. He arrived at the exact time of our patrol and we started walking without any word.

"Here," He said at some point, making me turn my head abruptly and look at him, "This is yours"

Looking at his hands I saw he was handing me my books. "I thought you were only going to give them to me tomorrow." I said sadly, but I knew I had brought it to myself.

James shrugged. "You were looking up on other books anyway, so I guessed it was pointless to keep them."

I nodded as I stared at the books. 'It's now or never', my inner voice warned.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out, "I'm sorry about the kiss and I'm sorry for running away." I said.

"I'm sorry too," he said to my surprise, "For what they're doing. I never thought they'd act like that when I told them."

"It's not your fault." I declared and we fell into another cold silence.

"Why aren't you mad at me?" I asked as I concentrated in looking at a point in front of me, "You have every right to be." I said in a low voice.

James smiled, "I worked to hard to get in your good books to loose your friendship because of a silly kiss."

Silly kiss… so that was what he thought it was. I sighed. "Thank you," I said at last, "It's good to know I still have you at least."

He put an arm around my shoulders, "You'll always have my friendship, and you know that."

Of course, friendship. Silly of me to think anything could happen more than that now.

"Yeah, I know that." I whispered back.

"You never told me what you wanted to tell me yesterday." James said suddenly, "It seemed to be important."

I gulped. He had to remember that, didn't he? Well, I wouldn't be telling him yet!

"It doesn't matter," I said, "Just forget it."

He nodded. "I'm going home tomorrow." I told him, changing the subject.

He looked at me bemusedly, "You are? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

I shrugged, "Didn't thought you cared," I answered, "McGonagall said I could go so that I could see Henry. I'm going after dinner and have to be back before midnight."

He nodded, "Are you going alone?" he asked me.

I nodded, "Yes."

"Can I go with you?"

"I'd be happy if you did."

I smiled shyly as James grinned, "Well, come on then! We need to finish this patrol!"

(…)

The morning of my birthday rose white and cold. As usual; I'd never had a birthday without snow.

"Happy birthday." A voice said behind me, making me turn my head away from the window. I smiled at Bessie, "Here's you present. It's from all of us."

I took the present but snorted, "I take it the present was bought before Sunday?" I asked as I stared at it. Unlike any other year and occasion, receiving that present didn't bring any kind of happiness to me. I just didn't feel like I deserved it. "Thanks anyway." I said, as I opened the package to find a nice gold watch with rubies- Gryffindor style- looking back at me. It seemed to be tradition for wizards to give out-of-age wizards watches.

Instead of putting it, I stored it in my drawer. "You won't wear it?" Bessie asked me.

I shook my head, "No," I said, "I don't feel right in putting it on."

She nodded in comprehension, "Breakfast then?" she asked me cheerfully again.

I nodded, "Sure. Lead the way!" I said trying to appear as happy as she was. She pretended to believe it, but I know she didn't buy a single word I said.

(…)

The day of my birthday went by quickly and, before I knew it, it was dinner time.

It hadn't been an exactly perfect day, or happy day like any other year. But it had been nice. Remus and Bessie made me company all day, trying to cheer me up. As for James, it seemed the other seventh year Gryffindors were really keen on not letting him talk to me. They followed him the entire day, and to everywhere. But I didn't care. He said he'd come with me and I believed him.

After dinner, I waited for James in the common room. It wasn't long before I saw him coming down the boy's staircase and sit next to me. "Ready?" he asked me, and I nodded.

I had told McGonagall about James coming with me and she agreed. That way, we'd be apparating instead of using the floo network to my place. My grandparents- which had recently been informed of my magical powers and of the magic world I lived in- would be waiting for us.

The two of us walked until the village, which, surprisingly, didn't take us as long as it usually did. Once there, James took my hand and we apparated to my room.

"Pink as always." James said as soon as we arrived.

I rolled my eyes at him, "C'mon." I said, as I lead him out of the door, "Grandma!" I yelled as we descended the stairs.

"Lily!" she said as she pulled me to her in a big hug, "Happy birthday! How are you, dear? God, you seem skinny!"

I laughed, "I'm not, relax!"

She smiled as her eyes fell on James, "And who is this young fellow? Don't tell me you finally got a boyfriend?"

Leave it to my grandmother to make things awkward. "No, just a friend. James Potter." James said as he smiled.

"What a shame," she said "My Lily is too pretty to be on her own."

I blushed even further. "Grandma…" I said.

"Don't be modest, Lily. It doesn't suit you. Are you Harry Potter's son?" she asked, turning back to him. James nodded. "What a coincidence!" she said "Another Lily Evans and a J-"

"Annie!" my grandfather said as he entered the room and I was again pulled into a hug. My grandfather never agreed with me been called Lily, so he insisted in calling me by my second name. "Happy birthday! Have you lost weight?" he asked me, and I was so glad he had appeared. My grandmother was almost telling James of the other James Potter and Lily Evans.

"See, I said you were skinnier." My grandma said, forgetting the previous subject "This is James." She presented, and my grandfather shook James' hand.

"Anyway," I said, not giving my grandma space for saying anything else, "Should we go? I have to get back to school soon."

They nodded, "Of course, my dear. Of course." My grandfather said, "Your sister is there waiting for us. Let's go."

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"They're nice." James told me as we walked through the halls of the hospital, my grandparents in front of us. "By the way, happy birthday."

I smiled, "Thanks. And yes, they're nice."

We stopped for we had arrived to my brother's room. Petunia and Justin were there, at the door.

"Lily!" she said as she ran to hug me. "Happy birthday! Here." I took a package from her hands, "From the family." She said.

I smiled as I opened it. Inside, was another watch. What was it with people and watches???

"Bessie's parents said that's what they give wizards when they come out-of-age. Said Bessie received one too." Petunia explained.

I nodded and James and I shared a look, "Yes, thanks." I said as I put it on.

"Hi, James." She said in recognition, turning to him "It's good to see you."

"Likewise." James said.

Great, at least they were giving along. "Justin's here?" I asked, as I waved to said boy.

Petunia nodded, "Yeah and… well, we're dating."

My eyes widened, "Really?" I asked, "Since when?"

My sister smiled, "Since this afternoon, when I had to explain how you could come from Hogwarts to here so fast and then go back. He knows what you are and he didn't mind. He was actually thrilled about it!"

I grinned as I hugged her again, "That's great!"

"Hey! Nice to see you witch!" Justin said as he then started laughing.

I raised an eyebrow at Petunia. "He's been like that ever since I told him. Thinks it's funny to use the two ways of the word. I already told him it was an old joke."

I shrugged as I laughed myself, "Poor dude." I said. "Anyway, can I go in?"

She nodded, "Go ahead." She said "He's been stable these last weeks, which is good. He can wake up any moment now."

I nodded and smiled as I grabbed James hand, "Come with me?" I asked him. He nodded bemusedly, following me in.

Henry was exactly like last time I had seen him, sleeping like the angel he never was. "Hey cutie." I said as I kissed his cheek. "This is James."

James smiled, "Hello." He said somewhat awkwardly.

I sat in my brother's bed, James next to me still holding my hand. "So, how are your dreams?" I asked, "Bet they're full of Bessies!

"Anyway, today's my birthday! But you know that, don't you? I missed them more today than any other day, you know? They'd be so happy to see me out-of-age. And I'd love to show them what I can do!"

I felt James' arm going around my shoulder. He seemed to want to make sure I knew he was there. But I knew he was.

"You must think I'm crazy," I said, turning to James, "Speaking to my sleeping brother."

James shook his head, "No, I don't think you're crazy at all."

I smiled, "Thank you," I said, "You've been everything for me ever since the accident. I don't know what I'd have done without you."

James smiled, "That's what friends are for, right?"

"You're more than a friend, and I think you know it." I told him.

I don't know why, but I felt it was the right time to let him know everything I had been incapable of telling him the Sunday before. Maybe it was because my brother was there, I felt protected, as if nothing he could ever say would hurt me. And I needed to let him know; finish the secret once and for all.

"If you're playing again with m-" James stopped but I cut him off.

"I never played with you," I said, "I have been… confused. Afraid maybe. But I'd never play with you."

"Lily-"

"Just hear me out, okay?" I asked him. He nodded and I started to speak. It was now or never. "I did have something important to tell you Sunday. And that was why I freaked out after I kissed you. I didn't want to hear what you had to say after I'd told you.

"I… I like you. It was hard to admit that to myself, especially because I always said I hated you, and I'd have nothing to do with you even if I lived a million years."

"You like me," James mused, "I like you. Then what the heck is the problem? I don't get you Lily, you think too much about what everyone else says. But who cares? Let them speak, as long as we're happy-"

"People talking aren't my biggest problem," I said, cutting him off. "Remember… remember my sister's wedding you attended?" I asked him. James nodded. "After we found your aunt and we had that interesting talk, you said you didn't think it to be a coincidence that I was so much like you dead grandmother. And I said it was nothing more than that."

"I don't get it." He said.

"I lied," I told him, "I always knew it wasn't a coincidence. Neither is the fact that you are so alike your grandfather. Or even Sirius, Alice, Frank, Remus, all of them! They had someone like them before."

James smiled. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Why are you smiling?" I asked confused.

"On my third year, one night you came storming into my dormitory demanding Sirius to give you back something," he said "When he gave it back to you, you opened the door and caught me eavesdropping. Remember?"

I nodded. Somehow, I had an idea of what he was going to tell me.

"Next day, I was informed you had been looking for Sirius again. Of course, being who I am, I had to know what it was all about, so I went to him and asked. And he told me a very interesting story you had told him."

I swore under my breath, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted him." I said.

James continued, "And then, everything you added to him, he told me. This year, after the night we fought, Frank told me a very interesting story as well. Said you had told Alice and she had to tell him as well."

My mouth opened, "I told them not to tell!" I complained.

James shrugged, "He had the right to know. Sirius knows as well. And I think Chris too."

I sighed, "Meaning everyone knows." I said.

James nodded and he smiled, "Yes. I mean, everyone knows almost everything. The night you received the notice about your parents, my father, Hermione and Ron spoke to you, didn't they? That's the part I still don't know. About your dreams." Here, he grinned goofily.

I punched his arm, "Shut up," I said "I can't control my dreams!" I took a deep breath, before I spoke next "Hermione explained to me I was having those dreams because I didn't admit that I liked you."

James nodded, "Makes sense," He said "That's why I never had them."

We stared at each other as I finally understood what had happened. He knew. He had always known. Did that mean he really liked me, or was it all because of the prophecy?

I shook my head at that thought. It was James I was talking about. He liked me, I knew he did.

"So you know?" I asked at last, "And you don't care that we might be in danger if we're together? Malfoy is still out there, and he already tried to kill me once, and I hated you back there. Now that I like you is much more dangerous."

James smiled, "Don't you get it?? It never mattered to me. Why do you think I've never really given up on you?"

I bit my lower lip as I looked at him. James and I were meant to be, no matter how much I tried to deny it. It was how things were supposed to be. For once, it was time for me to be happy.

His face got closer to mine and, finally, I felt his hot lips touching mine. I smiled as I let myself fall into the kiss. Unlike or previous kiss, which was needing and fast, this one was slow, passionate, as if he was trying to show me everything he always felt for me. Trying to prove he wasn't lying.

"Hey, I'm right here!" A rough voice said behind me.

With a startle I broke the kiss and jumped from the bed, turning my head to look at my brother. And, to my great happiness, I found two hazel eyes staring right back at me. With a yelp, I hugged my brother.

Yes, it was definitely time for me to be happy.

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Author's note: hello, fellow readers!

Okay, so, have you read the Deathly Hallows? I took one day and a half to read it!

And well, what did you thought of it? I thought it was good… just not exactly what I expected. After she killed one of the people she killed I even cried (not saying names so I won't ruin anyone's surprise. I already did it to a friend of mine who was waiting for the Portuguese version but ended up borrowing my book.)

Anyway, now that HP is done, fanfiction is my only way to still be in contact with HP. My mum suggested I read the books all over again, and I might just do it!

Okay, hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Love,

Hannah