1 I never knew what they meant until now…
By: Nari-chan
Summary: L/J. Lily Evans has been living on the street for three years now. She never thought she could make friends, and never though she could learn to love, then she got her Hogwarts acceptance letter. James Potter has always had the easy life, lots of friends, family, and money. He had never seen the hard side of life. Then HE got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts…
Authors Note: I was really bored today, and was listening to some select music when I got the idea for this story. Don't know how long it will be…
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
'It was snowing.' Those three words might not mean a thing to you, but to eleven year old Lily Evans, they meant the world. Lily had spent the better half of the last three years living on the streets of London, barley surviving what London had to throw at her. The 87-pound girl trudged through the snow towards her "home".
Why would such a young child be living such a way? Well, not by choice I can tell you. When Lily had been seven years old, her parents had been killed in a nasty car accident. Her older sister Petunia, who was 17, had never liked Lily. She had found that this was the perfect excuse to get rid of her. Lily had been tosses onto the street, at the tender age of seven. Her older sister hadn't even the heart to send Lily to an orphanage.
Before Petunia's sudden change in heart, and Lily parents having died, Lily had been a out going, sweet, thoughtful, fun-loving girl. Now, even though still thoughtful, she was a bitter, cruel child, who had no time or reasons to have fun.
Now, back to the snow. This might not seem odd, but it was the middle of July. Sneering, Lily continued to walk. She had seen much odder weather than this before. This was nothing.
Lily shook her head, tossing her long auburn hair out of her face, and blinked rapidly, trying to block the snow from flying into her pale green eyes.
Continuing up the hill, Lily passed by the other homeless children, she knew a few of them, but only had one friend, Arabella Figg. Surprisingly, Arabella had hardly changed from the seven year old Lily had meet, only days after living on her own/ Arabella, though much thinner and dirtier, was still fun-loving, crazy, and just plain fun. It seemed that Arabella wasn't up on "The Hill" at the moment.
She finally came up to a small, half-burnt down shack. 'This is where I live' Lily thought bitterly as she crawled into the mutilated shack.
Snuggling as well as she could under the small, thin blanket (One of the few possessions Petunia had let her take). Lily drifted into a troubled sleep.
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
James Potter stared outside at the snow. He was sitting in his bedroom, in his home in Liverpool. He was currently home alone, as his father was attending Ministry business (he was the current Minister of Magic) and his mother off at Hogwarts, having a meeting with the Headmaster (She was on the school board).
Sighing, he got up and walked over to his bed and lie down on it. His pondered for about a moment, about weather or not to call his best friends Remus Lupin and Sirius Black on the fireplace, but decided against it, as two figures wearing clocks and hovering on broomsticks were now right outside of his window. Grinning, James lunged at the window, pulling the two frozen boys into the room.
"Hello Jamesi!" Sirius yelled, bounding into the room, and accidentally tripping. He landed on James, who simply glared at him. Remus pulled Sirius up, and turned to James.
"Hey-did you get your Hogwarts acceptance letter yet? I got mine today!" James shook his head and stared at his friend.
"No, I will probably get it tomorrow or something!" Sirius nodded, indicating that he, like James, had not received his letter.
"I think they send them by birthday, the earlier yours is, the earlier you get your letter." Sirius muttered, looking at the book on James bookshelf.
"What house do you three want to get into?" An entirely new voice asked.
"Gryffindor!" Came the mutual response. The three boys turned to see James mother, Ales Potter, smiling at them, a tray of fresh cookies in her hand. Suddenly smirking, she spoke.
"The house elves cooked these, told me to give them to three, poor, hungry boys. Do you know where I can find some?" In response, the three boys dived for the cookies, and Ales laughed.
"Are you two staying the night?" It was a normal question, to these boys. They were at each others homes so much, that they each had a guestroom, and clothes of theirs so they could stay if they wanted. Remus and Sirius nodded. Ales smiled.
"Okay, you two, follow me. James, off to bed with you! You will all have time to talk tomorrow!" James nodded and crawled into his bed. His mother shut the door, and James turned to put his glasses onto his nightside table.
Sighing, he turned on his side, and fell to sleep. His last conscience though was him wondering if he was a squib…
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
Neither James or Lily knew that in a matter of hours, when two identical owls delivered two very important letter to them. That their lives would take a turn no one could have expected.
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
Okie…I didn't want to get to into the story, until I saw if anyone liked it. No matter how many reviews, this story will be continued. In the next chapter Lily and James receive their letters, and a certain giant goes after our redhead.
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Nari
By: Nari-chan
Summary: L/J. Lily Evans has been living on the street for three years now. She never thought she could make friends, and never though she could learn to love, then she got her Hogwarts acceptance letter. James Potter has always had the easy life, lots of friends, family, and money. He had never seen the hard side of life. Then HE got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts…
Authors Note: I was really bored today, and was listening to some select music when I got the idea for this story. Don't know how long it will be…
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
'It was snowing.' Those three words might not mean a thing to you, but to eleven year old Lily Evans, they meant the world. Lily had spent the better half of the last three years living on the streets of London, barley surviving what London had to throw at her. The 87-pound girl trudged through the snow towards her "home".
Why would such a young child be living such a way? Well, not by choice I can tell you. When Lily had been seven years old, her parents had been killed in a nasty car accident. Her older sister Petunia, who was 17, had never liked Lily. She had found that this was the perfect excuse to get rid of her. Lily had been tosses onto the street, at the tender age of seven. Her older sister hadn't even the heart to send Lily to an orphanage.
Before Petunia's sudden change in heart, and Lily parents having died, Lily had been a out going, sweet, thoughtful, fun-loving girl. Now, even though still thoughtful, she was a bitter, cruel child, who had no time or reasons to have fun.
Now, back to the snow. This might not seem odd, but it was the middle of July. Sneering, Lily continued to walk. She had seen much odder weather than this before. This was nothing.
Lily shook her head, tossing her long auburn hair out of her face, and blinked rapidly, trying to block the snow from flying into her pale green eyes.
Continuing up the hill, Lily passed by the other homeless children, she knew a few of them, but only had one friend, Arabella Figg. Surprisingly, Arabella had hardly changed from the seven year old Lily had meet, only days after living on her own/ Arabella, though much thinner and dirtier, was still fun-loving, crazy, and just plain fun. It seemed that Arabella wasn't up on "The Hill" at the moment.
She finally came up to a small, half-burnt down shack. 'This is where I live' Lily thought bitterly as she crawled into the mutilated shack.
Snuggling as well as she could under the small, thin blanket (One of the few possessions Petunia had let her take). Lily drifted into a troubled sleep.
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
James Potter stared outside at the snow. He was sitting in his bedroom, in his home in Liverpool. He was currently home alone, as his father was attending Ministry business (he was the current Minister of Magic) and his mother off at Hogwarts, having a meeting with the Headmaster (She was on the school board).
Sighing, he got up and walked over to his bed and lie down on it. His pondered for about a moment, about weather or not to call his best friends Remus Lupin and Sirius Black on the fireplace, but decided against it, as two figures wearing clocks and hovering on broomsticks were now right outside of his window. Grinning, James lunged at the window, pulling the two frozen boys into the room.
"Hello Jamesi!" Sirius yelled, bounding into the room, and accidentally tripping. He landed on James, who simply glared at him. Remus pulled Sirius up, and turned to James.
"Hey-did you get your Hogwarts acceptance letter yet? I got mine today!" James shook his head and stared at his friend.
"No, I will probably get it tomorrow or something!" Sirius nodded, indicating that he, like James, had not received his letter.
"I think they send them by birthday, the earlier yours is, the earlier you get your letter." Sirius muttered, looking at the book on James bookshelf.
"What house do you three want to get into?" An entirely new voice asked.
"Gryffindor!" Came the mutual response. The three boys turned to see James mother, Ales Potter, smiling at them, a tray of fresh cookies in her hand. Suddenly smirking, she spoke.
"The house elves cooked these, told me to give them to three, poor, hungry boys. Do you know where I can find some?" In response, the three boys dived for the cookies, and Ales laughed.
"Are you two staying the night?" It was a normal question, to these boys. They were at each others homes so much, that they each had a guestroom, and clothes of theirs so they could stay if they wanted. Remus and Sirius nodded. Ales smiled.
"Okay, you two, follow me. James, off to bed with you! You will all have time to talk tomorrow!" James nodded and crawled into his bed. His mother shut the door, and James turned to put his glasses onto his nightside table.
Sighing, he turned on his side, and fell to sleep. His last conscience though was him wondering if he was a squib…
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
Neither James or Lily knew that in a matter of hours, when two identical owls delivered two very important letter to them. That their lives would take a turn no one could have expected.
(-*ooooooooooo*-)
Okie…I didn't want to get to into the story, until I saw if anyone liked it. No matter how many reviews, this story will be continued. In the next chapter Lily and James receive their letters, and a certain giant goes after our redhead.
~
Nari