Until Death Do Us Part
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot idea is accredited to the original author, J.K.Rowling. Plot angle and revisions idea of Melissa Pomeroy. Character Verissa Station (name borrowed with permission from an aquaintence) property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
chapter ONE: The Begining of Lives
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Welcome to my version of 'life before Harry'. This is the story of James, Lily, and the gang in their seventh year of Hogwarts to the begining of the Harry Potter series as we know it... Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwarts (complete), and his sixth year, Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades (work in progress).
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Lily Evans frowned at the mirror, which frowned back.
"Brush your hair and wipe the gloss off your teeth and then you'll look fine!" The mirror told her.
Lily wasn't at all suprised as she obeyed the talking looking glass, reaching for her comb. She was used to things that weren't ordinary, like the mirror. Things that moved on their own accord or spoke were among the things that gave Lily the most comfort during the summer while she was away from school While she was away from others who were just like her.
Lily looked in her mirror again. "How's that?"
"Like a gem! Simply lovely!" it squealed, reflection smiling proudly at her. "James'll adore you!"
Lily flushed pink and set her comb back down, knocking something off the vanity in her embarrassment. A whoosh of gold and reddish sparks filled the room.
"Oh no!" Lily stooped to pick up her wand, made of a fine willow (at the odd length of ten and one quarter inch), which had fallen off of the vanity, emmitting sparks as it struck against the hardwood floor. Lily rubbed the blackened floor cautiously, examining the damage. Not too bad...
A thunder of footsteps echoed down the hall and Lily's door flew open with such vigor she thought the hinges would bust. A girl, five years older than herself, entered. She glared at Lily with pure and utter disgust.
"You've done it again, haven't you?" The girl snarled through her long nose. "You've been practicing that oddity of yours!" Her thin lips curled dully into a smirk. "This time, you'll be expelled for sure!" The girl turned stiffly and dashed back down the corridor.
Lily frowned in mild annoyance. However much she loved her sister Petunia, Lily often felt like hexing her. Perhaps an engorgement charm on her ears, charms being Lily's speciallity. Oversized ears would seem to blend with Petunia's thin and smug face. Lily giggled softly and put her swishy wand back on the vanity when the door opened again, slowly this time.
"Lily? Honey?" Lily turned to face her mother, who had entered and taken a seat at the end of Lily's bed. "Petunia said you were trying to curse her... You know what we've told you about teasing her-" Mrs. Evans knew that Lily wouldn't really curse Petunia, as preforming magic outside of school resulted in expulltion.
"Oh, no Mum. I wasn't trying anything on Petunia. I just dropped my wand, that's all."
Mr. Evans, who had stood silently in the doorway spoke up disappointedly. "So you didn't- magic anything? Nothing at all?"
"No, Dad. Just dropped my wand..." Lily had to laugh. Her parents were odd. She wasn't sure there were many parents out there who actually encouraged their child to be biazzarly different in so many ways from the other children.
"I'm nervous, this year." Lily said to them, brushing her longish ginger-coloured bangs out of her eyes again.
"About being Head Girl? I wouldn't worry, Lily." Her mother offered gently. "You were chosen to be an example to the students, just do what you always do. That's what got you the badge in the first place!" Lily nodded curtly and went to her chest of drawers to pack up a large sum of socks. Mrs. Evans's bossom swelled with pride. "Lily, you've grown so much! I'm so proud of you!"
Lily felt blood heat her face. She hated it when her parents fussed over her accomplishments so much.
"Really, Lily. We are proud. Before that day, we would have never even considered having a witch in the family! But there you are, and top of all your classes, too!" Mr. Evans was beaming.
Lily struggled to hold a smile as emotions began to rise. "I'm going to miss it- when it's all over..."
Mrs. Evans stood and retreived Lily's school uniform, a black robe with a stripe of red along the cuff, and folded it before placing it in Lily's trunk. "You'll keep in touch with your friends, dear. And James..." Lily looked up suddenly at her mother's face. "...James... well, maybe James can come over for supper sometime."
Mr. Evans laughed merrily. "If they aren't married by then!"
"Dad!"
Mrs. Evans looked nervously from Lily to her husband and back. "Lily?" She looked at her husband angrily. "Thomas! Don't tease Lily about her boyfriend!"
"Alright, Margot! Alright! I just thought that they have been going out long enough... You can't very well be boyfriend and girlfriend forever!" He added, turning to his daughter deffensively.
"Lily! You've got a train to catch!" Margot Evans yelped with suprised as she noticed Lily's wall clock, which had words instead of number faces. The words read things such as 'late', 'punctual', and 'twenty-minutes early'. The hand had clicked idly to just before 'on time'.
Thomas Evans went down to start up the automobile and Margot set about making sure Lily hadn't left any undergarments in the dryer.
Lily, of course, was a witch of great skill, and about to attend her seventh, and unfortunately last year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She found out just weeks before her eleventh birthday, much to the pleasure of her parents, and musch to the displeasure of Lily's older sister, Petunia.
Petunia had thought it horrid, while the rest of the family were rather keen to the idea of Lily being accepted to the best wizarding school in Europe. Although if you asked Lily, who had done much research on other wizarding schools, Hogwarts was undoubtedly the best school in the entire whole of the world.
Still, Petunia had always disliked her sister, even before they discovered Lily's gifts. Whether it was that Lily was the baby of the family, or whether she had her own reasons, Petunia found Lily's abilities to be an escuse to be more hateful by three-fold. Lily slammed her trunk shut and slipped a padlock on it. Pulling it off her bed and out the door she began to slowly make her way to the car her father had waiting. Petunia stood, pursed lipped, in the doorway.
"You didn't even get scolded- You should have been expelled!"
"As soon as you become Headmistress, please feel free to give me the boot, Petunia, dear." Lily retorted sarcastically.
Petunia was twenty-two and still lived at home with her parents. Lily found that depending on some one else for so many years made a person selfish and bitter. Lily vowed to never let this happen to herself.
Lily said goodbye to her parents and sister at the car before walking into the barrier between platforms nine and ten at Kins Cross Station. It was quite easy- as long as you were inconspicious. Muggles, people without magical abilities (like Petunia), often screamed if they saw you disappear into the seemingly solid wall. This led Lily to believe that taking her leave of her family in the parking lot was the best solution to getting on the Hogwarts Express smoothly.
Lily stepped aboard the red train that would take her to school and found an empty compartment, which wasn't hard, as she was very early. She made a mental note to put her foot through her wall clock when she got home. Stupid thing was far less than accurate. She sat imaptiently for a long while, waiting for some one to arrive. Some one to talk to.
After hearing the voices of other students board the train, Lily got to her feet and walked about, looking for a friend. She knocked on several doors, but only found them to be empty or sporting a few extremely excited first years. At the thirteenth or so door, Lily found who she was looking for.
"Verissa!"
"Lily, you're early this year!" A strawberry-blonde girl smiled at her, although if you called her strawberry-blonde, you may not live to tell the tale. To Verissa Station, it was white-cherry. She was fatally allergic to strawberries.
"I am, but glad at that! Say... you want to sit with me in my compartment? The guys should be arriving there soon-" Lily offered, leaning against the side of the door frame, tilting her head slightly.
"Can I?" Verissa's eyes lit up. "Will you help me with my trunk?"
Together they pulled the trunk down to room 7B where Lily's stuff already sat. Verissa smiled greatfully and slumped into a cushiony bench. Verissa was a Ravenclaw, a fifth year, nonetheless, but she was alright. Lily was in Gryffindor herself, but she never felt it benethe her to befriend other students from other houses or of different ages even. Lily found their relationship to be a special one, as other than Verissa, Lily had only three real friends; James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. Sure she had other 'friends', but she couldn't confide in them like she did 'the guys'. But Lily felt that being friends with Verissa was more important to the Ravenclaw, than to herself. Verissa was so shy, it was near complete solitude.
For some reason, she had opened up to Lily, and to Lily alone, but she was starting to ease up around Lily's guy friends, especially Remus. Lily sat across from Verissa and crossed her legs politely at the ankles.
"How was your summer holiday, Vera? Good, I hope?"
"Good, yes- My aunt came down for Mum's birthday... What a hoot!" Verissa laughed. "She caught the picnic table afire when she tried to set off the crackers with Muggle matches!" Verissa came from a pureblooded family. The Stations were near as prominant as the Malfoys, only much nicer. The family was so prominant, in fact, that they had long ago changed the pronounciation of their last name from 'Stay-shun' to 'Steh-tsi-ohn', with a rich French accent, although no Station had ever been French.
"What about you, Lily?" she asked, smiling.
"Oh, same old, same old. Petunia running amuck at home, bringing her insufferable fiancee` over for meals five times a week, screaming her head off every time I'm within two feet of my wand..." Lily sighed and stretched out a bit. "You can't get much more Muggle than my sister, Petunia."
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I know it's a bad place to stop, but I haven't done any homework!
Please email me! Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot idea is accredited to the original author, J.K.Rowling. Plot angle and revisions idea of Melissa Pomeroy. Character Verissa Station (name borrowed with permission from an aquaintence) property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter ONE: The Begining of Lives
Welcome to my version of 'life before Harry'. This is the story of James, Lily, and the gang in their seventh year of Hogwarts to the begining of the Harry Potter series as we know it... Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwarts (complete), and his sixth year, Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades (work in progress).
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Lily Evans frowned at the mirror, which frowned back.
"Brush your hair and wipe the gloss off your teeth and then you'll look fine!" The mirror told her.
Lily wasn't at all suprised as she obeyed the talking looking glass, reaching for her comb. She was used to things that weren't ordinary, like the mirror. Things that moved on their own accord or spoke were among the things that gave Lily the most comfort during the summer while she was away from school While she was away from others who were just like her.
Lily looked in her mirror again. "How's that?"
"Like a gem! Simply lovely!" it squealed, reflection smiling proudly at her. "James'll adore you!"
Lily flushed pink and set her comb back down, knocking something off the vanity in her embarrassment. A whoosh of gold and reddish sparks filled the room.
"Oh no!" Lily stooped to pick up her wand, made of a fine willow (at the odd length of ten and one quarter inch), which had fallen off of the vanity, emmitting sparks as it struck against the hardwood floor. Lily rubbed the blackened floor cautiously, examining the damage. Not too bad...
A thunder of footsteps echoed down the hall and Lily's door flew open with such vigor she thought the hinges would bust. A girl, five years older than herself, entered. She glared at Lily with pure and utter disgust.
"You've done it again, haven't you?" The girl snarled through her long nose. "You've been practicing that oddity of yours!" Her thin lips curled dully into a smirk. "This time, you'll be expelled for sure!" The girl turned stiffly and dashed back down the corridor.
Lily frowned in mild annoyance. However much she loved her sister Petunia, Lily often felt like hexing her. Perhaps an engorgement charm on her ears, charms being Lily's speciallity. Oversized ears would seem to blend with Petunia's thin and smug face. Lily giggled softly and put her swishy wand back on the vanity when the door opened again, slowly this time.
"Lily? Honey?" Lily turned to face her mother, who had entered and taken a seat at the end of Lily's bed. "Petunia said you were trying to curse her... You know what we've told you about teasing her-" Mrs. Evans knew that Lily wouldn't really curse Petunia, as preforming magic outside of school resulted in expulltion.
"Oh, no Mum. I wasn't trying anything on Petunia. I just dropped my wand, that's all."
Mr. Evans, who had stood silently in the doorway spoke up disappointedly. "So you didn't- magic anything? Nothing at all?"
"No, Dad. Just dropped my wand..." Lily had to laugh. Her parents were odd. She wasn't sure there were many parents out there who actually encouraged their child to be biazzarly different in so many ways from the other children.
"I'm nervous, this year." Lily said to them, brushing her longish ginger-coloured bangs out of her eyes again.
"About being Head Girl? I wouldn't worry, Lily." Her mother offered gently. "You were chosen to be an example to the students, just do what you always do. That's what got you the badge in the first place!" Lily nodded curtly and went to her chest of drawers to pack up a large sum of socks. Mrs. Evans's bossom swelled with pride. "Lily, you've grown so much! I'm so proud of you!"
Lily felt blood heat her face. She hated it when her parents fussed over her accomplishments so much.
"Really, Lily. We are proud. Before that day, we would have never even considered having a witch in the family! But there you are, and top of all your classes, too!" Mr. Evans was beaming.
Lily struggled to hold a smile as emotions began to rise. "I'm going to miss it- when it's all over..."
Mrs. Evans stood and retreived Lily's school uniform, a black robe with a stripe of red along the cuff, and folded it before placing it in Lily's trunk. "You'll keep in touch with your friends, dear. And James..." Lily looked up suddenly at her mother's face. "...James... well, maybe James can come over for supper sometime."
Mr. Evans laughed merrily. "If they aren't married by then!"
"Dad!"
Mrs. Evans looked nervously from Lily to her husband and back. "Lily?" She looked at her husband angrily. "Thomas! Don't tease Lily about her boyfriend!"
"Alright, Margot! Alright! I just thought that they have been going out long enough... You can't very well be boyfriend and girlfriend forever!" He added, turning to his daughter deffensively.
"Lily! You've got a train to catch!" Margot Evans yelped with suprised as she noticed Lily's wall clock, which had words instead of number faces. The words read things such as 'late', 'punctual', and 'twenty-minutes early'. The hand had clicked idly to just before 'on time'.
Thomas Evans went down to start up the automobile and Margot set about making sure Lily hadn't left any undergarments in the dryer.
Lily, of course, was a witch of great skill, and about to attend her seventh, and unfortunately last year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She found out just weeks before her eleventh birthday, much to the pleasure of her parents, and musch to the displeasure of Lily's older sister, Petunia.
Petunia had thought it horrid, while the rest of the family were rather keen to the idea of Lily being accepted to the best wizarding school in Europe. Although if you asked Lily, who had done much research on other wizarding schools, Hogwarts was undoubtedly the best school in the entire whole of the world.
Still, Petunia had always disliked her sister, even before they discovered Lily's gifts. Whether it was that Lily was the baby of the family, or whether she had her own reasons, Petunia found Lily's abilities to be an escuse to be more hateful by three-fold. Lily slammed her trunk shut and slipped a padlock on it. Pulling it off her bed and out the door she began to slowly make her way to the car her father had waiting. Petunia stood, pursed lipped, in the doorway.
"You didn't even get scolded- You should have been expelled!"
"As soon as you become Headmistress, please feel free to give me the boot, Petunia, dear." Lily retorted sarcastically.
Petunia was twenty-two and still lived at home with her parents. Lily found that depending on some one else for so many years made a person selfish and bitter. Lily vowed to never let this happen to herself.
Lily said goodbye to her parents and sister at the car before walking into the barrier between platforms nine and ten at Kins Cross Station. It was quite easy- as long as you were inconspicious. Muggles, people without magical abilities (like Petunia), often screamed if they saw you disappear into the seemingly solid wall. This led Lily to believe that taking her leave of her family in the parking lot was the best solution to getting on the Hogwarts Express smoothly.
Lily stepped aboard the red train that would take her to school and found an empty compartment, which wasn't hard, as she was very early. She made a mental note to put her foot through her wall clock when she got home. Stupid thing was far less than accurate. She sat imaptiently for a long while, waiting for some one to arrive. Some one to talk to.
After hearing the voices of other students board the train, Lily got to her feet and walked about, looking for a friend. She knocked on several doors, but only found them to be empty or sporting a few extremely excited first years. At the thirteenth or so door, Lily found who she was looking for.
"Verissa!"
"Lily, you're early this year!" A strawberry-blonde girl smiled at her, although if you called her strawberry-blonde, you may not live to tell the tale. To Verissa Station, it was white-cherry. She was fatally allergic to strawberries.
"I am, but glad at that! Say... you want to sit with me in my compartment? The guys should be arriving there soon-" Lily offered, leaning against the side of the door frame, tilting her head slightly.
"Can I?" Verissa's eyes lit up. "Will you help me with my trunk?"
Together they pulled the trunk down to room 7B where Lily's stuff already sat. Verissa smiled greatfully and slumped into a cushiony bench. Verissa was a Ravenclaw, a fifth year, nonetheless, but she was alright. Lily was in Gryffindor herself, but she never felt it benethe her to befriend other students from other houses or of different ages even. Lily found their relationship to be a special one, as other than Verissa, Lily had only three real friends; James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. Sure she had other 'friends', but she couldn't confide in them like she did 'the guys'. But Lily felt that being friends with Verissa was more important to the Ravenclaw, than to herself. Verissa was so shy, it was near complete solitude.
For some reason, she had opened up to Lily, and to Lily alone, but she was starting to ease up around Lily's guy friends, especially Remus. Lily sat across from Verissa and crossed her legs politely at the ankles.
"How was your summer holiday, Vera? Good, I hope?"
"Good, yes- My aunt came down for Mum's birthday... What a hoot!" Verissa laughed. "She caught the picnic table afire when she tried to set off the crackers with Muggle matches!" Verissa came from a pureblooded family. The Stations were near as prominant as the Malfoys, only much nicer. The family was so prominant, in fact, that they had long ago changed the pronounciation of their last name from 'Stay-shun' to 'Steh-tsi-ohn', with a rich French accent, although no Station had ever been French.
"What about you, Lily?" she asked, smiling.
"Oh, same old, same old. Petunia running amuck at home, bringing her insufferable fiancee` over for meals five times a week, screaming her head off every time I'm within two feet of my wand..." Lily sighed and stretched out a bit. "You can't get much more Muggle than my sister, Petunia."
I know it's a bad place to stop, but I haven't done any homework!
Please email me! Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com