Disclaimer: I don't own the chacraters, they belong to J. K. Rowling.
Autho's note: I know that the story wont be good, but please spare me, this is my first story... I really don't have any kind of ideas, so please, if you have some good ones, tell me. I'd be very grateful... If you notice any spelling mistakes, it's just because english is not my mother language. I also have a very bad habit of repeating a certain word; really...
Chapter 1
Sometimes she wanted to stand up, take a deep breath, open her mouth and scream from the top of her lungs. But she knew that she would freeze to plaze just because of the idea of doing it in public. She had always been shy and she was positive that she'd stay like that. If thinking made her react like that, just imagine what'd happen, if she really did it! She would blush, look down and be very ashamed of herself. Then she would run away, hide from everyone and hope that nobody heard her.
Being shy was a part of her nature, but that didn't mean that she was stupid. Actually she was far from it. She was one of the smartest students Hogwarts had ever seen, getting the highest results in her year, every year.
Sometimes her shyness was so bad that she hid from people who walked by her. When she was supposed to be sorted in her first year, she panicked. Luckily principal Dumbledore found her before the sorting and being the kind man that he was he agreed, that she would be sorted privately. The funniest thing happened. She was sorted into Gryffindor. She knew that she didnt belong there, but the Sorting Hat thought differently. It had said that she was meant to be one of the bravest ones ever to exist. She had strongly disagreed to that. Her, Lily Evans, brave? Never.
Autho's note: I know that the story wont be good, but please spare me, this is my first story... I really don't have any kind of ideas, so please, if you have some good ones, tell me. I'd be very grateful... If you notice any spelling mistakes, it's just because english is not my mother language. I also have a very bad habit of repeating a certain word; really...
Chapter 1
Sometimes she wanted to stand up, take a deep breath, open her mouth and scream from the top of her lungs. But she knew that she would freeze to plaze just because of the idea of doing it in public. She had always been shy and she was positive that she'd stay like that. If thinking made her react like that, just imagine what'd happen, if she really did it! She would blush, look down and be very ashamed of herself. Then she would run away, hide from everyone and hope that nobody heard her.
Being shy was a part of her nature, but that didn't mean that she was stupid. Actually she was far from it. She was one of the smartest students Hogwarts had ever seen, getting the highest results in her year, every year.
Sometimes her shyness was so bad that she hid from people who walked by her. When she was supposed to be sorted in her first year, she panicked. Luckily principal Dumbledore found her before the sorting and being the kind man that he was he agreed, that she would be sorted privately. The funniest thing happened. She was sorted into Gryffindor. She knew that she didnt belong there, but the Sorting Hat thought differently. It had said that she was meant to be one of the bravest ones ever to exist. She had strongly disagreed to that. Her, Lily Evans, brave? Never.