Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter and all the characters belong to
JK Rowling and I hope she doesn't mind I borrow them. I would also like to
say that the whole Prince of Griffindor thing belongs to the author of the
Gilded Lily, which I myself enjoy. I would like to say that I only
borrowed the title (Prince of Griffindor) and will not be anything like the
Gilded Lily.
A Life in a Moment
Chapter 1: Under the Surface and a Birthday to Remember
I was a very likeable child. I had a good family. I got good grades and I was nice to all our elderly neighbors. I was well liked. That was me Lily Evans.
The first eleven years of my life were very ordinary. I attended school, played the flute, spoke French, took art lessons, and danced. What I loved most though was reading. I mostly liked to read fantasy stories were the author takes you on an adventure to another place or time so you can experience a whole different lifestyle. I always wished there was something more to my little life. I never actually thought that wish would come true. Like most children I didn't get along with my sister. We were constantly butting heads. She was constantly told me I had my head in the clouds and I was wasting my time on this nonsense. I personally think this stemmed deeper than my reading all the way back to me being born. My sister Petunia was no longer the baby when I was born no more the little angel. Plus she has a face like a horse. I think my getting the better name didn't help things either.
I had several close friends. There was Jessie. He was the suave one. Bethany she was the blond one. And then there was John and Julia the terrible twins. They lived for mischief. We loved them though. But last but not least was Thomas. T-man, or just plain old Tom. I was the smart one and the dreamer. We were fairly popular. I guess that was because we loved a good joke. This was our last summer together. Jessie and Tom had been accepted to Eton and John, Julia and Beth were going to another private school. Although this one was co-ed. I was going to be attending an all girl school. Or at least that was the plan.
My mom and dad loved me very much. They supported me in my reading and future endeavors. I was their angel. At least that was my nickname. We lived in a small quaint town outside London, in a stone cottage. With a garden in back and our mail box out front. The inside was fairly normal we had a kitchen, bathroom, living room, dining room, and my parent's and my sister's bedrooms. Then there was my room. Lily's Domain. My room was the least normal part of our house. I had painted all my walls with my favorite scenes from fairy stories. I had princes with their princess in there grand castles, mermaids that danced in the water with their aquatic companions, Repunsel and her tower, along with my the fair Buttercup and her love Wesley. My desk was littered with books quick sketches and homework. Other wise it was fairly neat. I had pictures of my friends posted above my desk. It was our hall of fame. That is where this story starts on my eleventh birthday, July 18th, in my room where I am still fast asleep. With the covers starting to slip exposing my shoulders, my bright read hair spanned across my pillow. This is when my life really starts when I begin to truly live.
The sun was now shining bright through the window over my bed. Warming me with its rays. I woke up to the sound of my mother cooking downstairs. I was excited today was my special day. I threw back the covers and slipped on my new summer dress. I ran a brush through my hair leaving it down. It was now reaching my shoulder blades. I looked out my window and the sun was shining and it was fairly warm. It only brightened my mood.
Downstairs the table was set for breakfast. Only on special occasions we use the dining room. A vase of lilies were the centerpiece. This was a birthday tradition. Our family has a thing with flowers. The dining room as well as most of the house has a floral motif. It all started with my mum being named Violet. My mum rushed over to hug me.
"Good morning sweetie. You hungry?"
"Of course mum. Do I smell your famous birthday Belgian waffles?" I said giggling. I of course knew she had cooked them.
"Do I hear the birthday girl. Is my little angel up?" My dad strode into the room now. I ran and jumped into his arms and he gave me a giant bear hug.
"Morning to you to." I said giving him a kiss.
Once Petunia came down we had our traditional birthday breakfast. The huge waffle was as big as the plate and we piled on to them everything from chocolate chips to an array of fruit and powdered sugar or syrup. It was certainly messy but really really good. We had two typed of waffles leaning towers of Pisa or artful creations.
"Wow Lils you hungry?" Mine was certainly a leaning tower of Pisa and I was determined to eat it all. That of course was part of the fun, trying to finish it.
After demolishing my tower I was licking excess sugar and syrup off my fingers. When mum jumped up.
"Petunia help me clear the table and then Lily can open her presents."
"Why doesn't Lily help? It is mostly her mess." Petunia grumbled picking one of the fruit platters up.
"Petunia dear you know its customary the birthday girl doesn't clean up her breakfast." Replied my father. He too picked up some dishes and walked through the door to the kitchen.
After finishing I went and stood by the window. I had a feeling something was coming a surprise. I stared out watching the sky. That's when a speck appeared. Know it had caught my attention. It was continuously growing bigger with my curiosity. It seemed to be heading towards our house. To this very window to be exact that. I realized it was an owl. What was an owl doing flying in the day? Why was is coming towards my window. That's when I realized it going to crash into the window. I immediately threw it open and the owl came streaming in. That's when Petunia came back in the room shrieking when she saw it she backed up into the corner. This of course caused my parents to appear in the room as the owl flew around it.
It was a good thing my parents were avid bird watchers because they thought it was pretty amazing. They didn't even freak when it landed on my shoulder. Which I must say was pretty nerve wracking even though I had this suspicion it wasn't going to hurt me.
It amazed me further when it held out a leg so I could untie the parchment that was tied to it. Who uses parchment?
"Wow. Charlie dear, there is an owl on our daughter's shoulder."
"I can see that blossom. I am not exactly sure how to solve this little dilemma yet."
I had already unrolled the parchment and I am pretty sure my lip was scraping the floor when I read it, my eyes were probably bugging too.
"What's it say?"
"I have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" A smile appeared on my lips. It was a dream come true. This letter explained everything. All those things that happened when I was a child, my ruined Easter dress suddenly clean, Kristen Browning's homework suddenly ruined because she had thrown mine into a muddy puddle, and Petunia's green hair when she tried to hack mine off. All this happened because I was a witch. There really was something missing. I continued to scan my letter. "Where's Diagon alley?" I asked my parents confusion written all over my face.
At this my dad came forward and took the letter. He was extremely careful of the owl that was still using me as a perch. I could see his eyes reading the letter.
"Angel, I'm not exactly sure this is real." At this the owl hooted indignantly.
"I think he's waiting for a reply like the letter says dad."
"Sweetheart I think it might be best if we said know this could all be some prank." My mother was know speaking gently so as not to upset me. It didn't work. This explained it all I couldn't let an opportunity like this get away. I had truly not fit in anywhere. My friends accepted me but I was different. Under the surface I was a witch that was the answer. I wasn't ordinary and I wanted to go.
"Mum, dad you have to let me go. It's a fairy tale come true please. Look there are even instructions couldn't we go and see if its true. If it is a prank saying yes won't matter because the school won't exits." I was now begging.
"No. She can't she's already a freak. How would I face my friends?" The silent Petunia had know decided to come out of her corner. She had been almost forgotten.
"Shut up Tunia. This is my choice not yours."
"Violet I think we should let her say yes we can try to find this leaky cauldron and talk to the bartender. If it isn't there than Lily will got to St. Bernadette with Petunia. If its true it might explain a few phenomenoms that have occurred." He said that last part with a twinkle in his eye.
Forgetting the owl I ran and hugged him startling the owl into flight. The owl then decided upon my mother as a worthy perch. I looked at her in shock as she stroked him. The owl leaning into her hand.
"Alright we can go tomorrow. But know reply so the owl can be on his way then we can open your presents. Don't forget you have a party this afternoon."
I quickly scribbled the reply with a pen dad handed me and the owl took it in his mouth and flapped his wings and took off out the window.
My parents had given me books The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, along with a journal, some clothes, a new sketchbook, and a watercolor set with pads. Petunia had given me a makeup set.
That afternoon my friends arrived and we had a great time. We bugged Petunia played football, ate, and just had a good time. I wished I could have told them but my dad had pulled me aside and warned me this should probably be a family secret for know. It was fun anyway.
Our football game was amazing. I had changed into shorts and a shirt for it. It was me, Tom and Jessie, the lilanators against the terrible duo and Beth, which became the terrible trio. They had fun just running around like maniacs so my team one.
A food fight also ensued. Of course I got covered with the most cake but hey it was yummy and I got to lick it off my hand after I was finished throwing it. Poor mum but I had that feeling she expected it (She had baked two but neither survived).
After taking a shower that night I climbed into bed I could not wait for tomorrow. I had decided this was the best birthday ever. I knew I would never forget it.
~A week ago I posted my first fic. Decideing that is sucks I rewrote it. I don't mind constructive criticism so feel free to let me know what you think. I know this sounds like the same old story line but I think I can make something of it. Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed~puddles~
A Life in a Moment
Chapter 1: Under the Surface and a Birthday to Remember
I was a very likeable child. I had a good family. I got good grades and I was nice to all our elderly neighbors. I was well liked. That was me Lily Evans.
The first eleven years of my life were very ordinary. I attended school, played the flute, spoke French, took art lessons, and danced. What I loved most though was reading. I mostly liked to read fantasy stories were the author takes you on an adventure to another place or time so you can experience a whole different lifestyle. I always wished there was something more to my little life. I never actually thought that wish would come true. Like most children I didn't get along with my sister. We were constantly butting heads. She was constantly told me I had my head in the clouds and I was wasting my time on this nonsense. I personally think this stemmed deeper than my reading all the way back to me being born. My sister Petunia was no longer the baby when I was born no more the little angel. Plus she has a face like a horse. I think my getting the better name didn't help things either.
I had several close friends. There was Jessie. He was the suave one. Bethany she was the blond one. And then there was John and Julia the terrible twins. They lived for mischief. We loved them though. But last but not least was Thomas. T-man, or just plain old Tom. I was the smart one and the dreamer. We were fairly popular. I guess that was because we loved a good joke. This was our last summer together. Jessie and Tom had been accepted to Eton and John, Julia and Beth were going to another private school. Although this one was co-ed. I was going to be attending an all girl school. Or at least that was the plan.
My mom and dad loved me very much. They supported me in my reading and future endeavors. I was their angel. At least that was my nickname. We lived in a small quaint town outside London, in a stone cottage. With a garden in back and our mail box out front. The inside was fairly normal we had a kitchen, bathroom, living room, dining room, and my parent's and my sister's bedrooms. Then there was my room. Lily's Domain. My room was the least normal part of our house. I had painted all my walls with my favorite scenes from fairy stories. I had princes with their princess in there grand castles, mermaids that danced in the water with their aquatic companions, Repunsel and her tower, along with my the fair Buttercup and her love Wesley. My desk was littered with books quick sketches and homework. Other wise it was fairly neat. I had pictures of my friends posted above my desk. It was our hall of fame. That is where this story starts on my eleventh birthday, July 18th, in my room where I am still fast asleep. With the covers starting to slip exposing my shoulders, my bright read hair spanned across my pillow. This is when my life really starts when I begin to truly live.
The sun was now shining bright through the window over my bed. Warming me with its rays. I woke up to the sound of my mother cooking downstairs. I was excited today was my special day. I threw back the covers and slipped on my new summer dress. I ran a brush through my hair leaving it down. It was now reaching my shoulder blades. I looked out my window and the sun was shining and it was fairly warm. It only brightened my mood.
Downstairs the table was set for breakfast. Only on special occasions we use the dining room. A vase of lilies were the centerpiece. This was a birthday tradition. Our family has a thing with flowers. The dining room as well as most of the house has a floral motif. It all started with my mum being named Violet. My mum rushed over to hug me.
"Good morning sweetie. You hungry?"
"Of course mum. Do I smell your famous birthday Belgian waffles?" I said giggling. I of course knew she had cooked them.
"Do I hear the birthday girl. Is my little angel up?" My dad strode into the room now. I ran and jumped into his arms and he gave me a giant bear hug.
"Morning to you to." I said giving him a kiss.
Once Petunia came down we had our traditional birthday breakfast. The huge waffle was as big as the plate and we piled on to them everything from chocolate chips to an array of fruit and powdered sugar or syrup. It was certainly messy but really really good. We had two typed of waffles leaning towers of Pisa or artful creations.
"Wow Lils you hungry?" Mine was certainly a leaning tower of Pisa and I was determined to eat it all. That of course was part of the fun, trying to finish it.
After demolishing my tower I was licking excess sugar and syrup off my fingers. When mum jumped up.
"Petunia help me clear the table and then Lily can open her presents."
"Why doesn't Lily help? It is mostly her mess." Petunia grumbled picking one of the fruit platters up.
"Petunia dear you know its customary the birthday girl doesn't clean up her breakfast." Replied my father. He too picked up some dishes and walked through the door to the kitchen.
After finishing I went and stood by the window. I had a feeling something was coming a surprise. I stared out watching the sky. That's when a speck appeared. Know it had caught my attention. It was continuously growing bigger with my curiosity. It seemed to be heading towards our house. To this very window to be exact that. I realized it was an owl. What was an owl doing flying in the day? Why was is coming towards my window. That's when I realized it going to crash into the window. I immediately threw it open and the owl came streaming in. That's when Petunia came back in the room shrieking when she saw it she backed up into the corner. This of course caused my parents to appear in the room as the owl flew around it.
It was a good thing my parents were avid bird watchers because they thought it was pretty amazing. They didn't even freak when it landed on my shoulder. Which I must say was pretty nerve wracking even though I had this suspicion it wasn't going to hurt me.
It amazed me further when it held out a leg so I could untie the parchment that was tied to it. Who uses parchment?
"Wow. Charlie dear, there is an owl on our daughter's shoulder."
"I can see that blossom. I am not exactly sure how to solve this little dilemma yet."
I had already unrolled the parchment and I am pretty sure my lip was scraping the floor when I read it, my eyes were probably bugging too.
"What's it say?"
"I have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" A smile appeared on my lips. It was a dream come true. This letter explained everything. All those things that happened when I was a child, my ruined Easter dress suddenly clean, Kristen Browning's homework suddenly ruined because she had thrown mine into a muddy puddle, and Petunia's green hair when she tried to hack mine off. All this happened because I was a witch. There really was something missing. I continued to scan my letter. "Where's Diagon alley?" I asked my parents confusion written all over my face.
At this my dad came forward and took the letter. He was extremely careful of the owl that was still using me as a perch. I could see his eyes reading the letter.
"Angel, I'm not exactly sure this is real." At this the owl hooted indignantly.
"I think he's waiting for a reply like the letter says dad."
"Sweetheart I think it might be best if we said know this could all be some prank." My mother was know speaking gently so as not to upset me. It didn't work. This explained it all I couldn't let an opportunity like this get away. I had truly not fit in anywhere. My friends accepted me but I was different. Under the surface I was a witch that was the answer. I wasn't ordinary and I wanted to go.
"Mum, dad you have to let me go. It's a fairy tale come true please. Look there are even instructions couldn't we go and see if its true. If it is a prank saying yes won't matter because the school won't exits." I was now begging.
"No. She can't she's already a freak. How would I face my friends?" The silent Petunia had know decided to come out of her corner. She had been almost forgotten.
"Shut up Tunia. This is my choice not yours."
"Violet I think we should let her say yes we can try to find this leaky cauldron and talk to the bartender. If it isn't there than Lily will got to St. Bernadette with Petunia. If its true it might explain a few phenomenoms that have occurred." He said that last part with a twinkle in his eye.
Forgetting the owl I ran and hugged him startling the owl into flight. The owl then decided upon my mother as a worthy perch. I looked at her in shock as she stroked him. The owl leaning into her hand.
"Alright we can go tomorrow. But know reply so the owl can be on his way then we can open your presents. Don't forget you have a party this afternoon."
I quickly scribbled the reply with a pen dad handed me and the owl took it in his mouth and flapped his wings and took off out the window.
My parents had given me books The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, along with a journal, some clothes, a new sketchbook, and a watercolor set with pads. Petunia had given me a makeup set.
That afternoon my friends arrived and we had a great time. We bugged Petunia played football, ate, and just had a good time. I wished I could have told them but my dad had pulled me aside and warned me this should probably be a family secret for know. It was fun anyway.
Our football game was amazing. I had changed into shorts and a shirt for it. It was me, Tom and Jessie, the lilanators against the terrible duo and Beth, which became the terrible trio. They had fun just running around like maniacs so my team one.
A food fight also ensued. Of course I got covered with the most cake but hey it was yummy and I got to lick it off my hand after I was finished throwing it. Poor mum but I had that feeling she expected it (She had baked two but neither survived).
After taking a shower that night I climbed into bed I could not wait for tomorrow. I had decided this was the best birthday ever. I knew I would never forget it.
~A week ago I posted my first fic. Decideing that is sucks I rewrote it. I don't mind constructive criticism so feel free to let me know what you think. I know this sounds like the same old story line but I think I can make something of it. Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed~puddles~