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It was dawn when Lily woke up in her bed. Yawning, she attempted to tame her curls to no avail. She did her daily stretches and walked into the bathroom, making a mental note to wake up her dorm mates when she was done.

Such a normal life, it seemed. You had to look at the small difference to notice Lily Evans was not your ordinary witch.

As an example, when Lily washed her face, she would alway wince slightly when water touched a certain part of her face. Also, in the shower, you could hear her small yelps of pain for reasons unknown.

Lily dressed in her usual robes and proceeded to wake her peers up.

"Patty Clearwater! Come on! Get up." Lily grunted, attempting to dark Patty out of her bed.

"Five more minutes..." She murmured, turning over on her stomach and snoring slightly. Lily sighed and turned to the others.

"Ella Delacour. I know you need you beauty sleep but you're going to be late!" Lily admonished a sleeping girl who was very vain. You could tell that, just by looking at her face which was slathered with clay and cucumbers.

"Mm..."

As a last hope, Lily turned to the remainder of the sleeping three.

"Camilla...please wake up!" Lily whined. Camilla Filch, a black haired girl with a foul temper, merely slept on.

"Fine..." Lily grumbled. She then proceeded to stomp out of the room.

Lily was pretty indifferent about school. Hogwarts itself was an extraordinary place with fantastic things to look at. But the rest was mediocre. The lessons were too easy, and the children too loud.

Lily did not have many friends, certainly none at Hogwarts. Lily did not mind the lack of friends at all. Loneliness itself seemed to be a friend of hers, disappearing only at 12 at night.

Not that anyone had actually tried to be her friend. They were already a strand in tightly knit groups or cliques of friends and if they had one more join their little group, the whole thing would burst with yarn flying everywhere.

Lily tried to pay attention in Transfiguration, but her mind kept drifting into a daydream about the latest news on the more fearsome dark lord since Grindelwald.

Not that the ministry was telling the public that of course. They kept on insisting that he was one of those small fries, the ones that disappeared after a few months, having aqcuired enough galleons to last them a lifetime or being done in after messing with the wrong people.

Lily knew better. The red-head had enough spies in the ministry to know that they had not been reporting several deaths that had happened in the past few weeks. The ministry was also getting increasingly worried about the goblin rebellions that had occured in Gringotts, the magical world's only bank.

The goblins had let nifflers loose in some of the most valued bank accounts. Many galleons and expensive jewelry was stolen. In the end, the ministry ended up illegily transfiguring old boots into money to replace what had been taken.

Lily smiled at the memory. She herself had been there, disguising herself as a goblin. It had been quite amusing to see the entire government go mental because of a few free nifflers.

"Miss Evans!" A ruler rapped Lily's desk. Lily was snapped out of her reverie.

"Yes ma'am?" She asked hurriedly, a strawberry blush spreading over her cheeks.

"Are you paying attention?"

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean, now I am!" Lily smiled, mortified at herself inwardly. A few titters were heard.

"I expect better from you Miss Evans. And since you seem to know today's lesson already, will you please transform this mirror into a clock?" Professor McGonagall asked expectantly.

Lily drew out her wand tentatively and took the mirror from the Professor. Waving her wand, she said

"Allindoragimus." A few pink sparkles shot out of her wand. Lily had turned her mirror into a watch. The new-fangled muggle kind. Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"Five points off. This is not a satisfactory clock! It is not even a clock." She said disdainfully. Before Lily could protest, her teacher turned towards another student.

"Mr. Potter, can you do it correctly?" She asked, emphasizing the last word. Lily glared at Professor McGonagall's back.

James Potter, a student Lily did not know very well, gave a lopsided grin pulled out his wand. There was a flash of yellow light which Lily was sure did not emit from his wand and when the smoke cleared, a piece of parchment was found.

April fools! was scrawled in the middle. James stared furiously at it.

"Sirius!" He yelled at his best friend who was giggling like a maniac.

"Mr. Black!" Professor McGonagall admonished him. "Ten poin-." The bell rang right then and Sirius Black yelled,

"Bad luck Minnie!" And scrambled out of the classroom. The teacher looked, if possible, even more formidable. Lily watched the pair amusedly then proceeded to pack up her books. She yawned right then.

She was so tired...she could never get a decent night's rest...Not with the meetings.

Her next class was History of Magic which she could zone out in the next 2 minutes which she did.

~*Flashback*~

"Lily Evans!" Professor Mcgonagall called out.

"The Headmaster wishes to see you."

A younger version of Lily gulped nervously and stood up.

"Follow me." A teacher commanded. A few people sent curious glances her way. Lily glared at them. Nosy gits.

"Please sit down." Dumbledore said.

"Did I do something wrong?" Lily asked aloud frantically. Dumbledore was somber and did not answer.

"I have received a notice from the Ministry of Magic. Your house has been attacked."

Lily gasped.

"My parents...Petunia, are they ok?" She asked.

"They are currently in intensive care at a muggle hospital."

"What!" Lily leapt up from her chair. "Why aren't they in St. Mungo's? Who were they even attacked by?" Sobs racked Lily's small figure.

"He is a new dark lord, Voldemort. Beware Lily, I fear he is strong indeed. I'm very sorry but there is no change in your mother's condition while your sister and father are regaining their health rapidly. I figured you would like to know." Dumbledore said gently. Lily turned to go, tears glistening in her rapturously beautiful emerald eyes. Her eyes caught sight a picture.

It was a house elf, nearly collapsing onto the floor in fright as an ominous figure loomed over him. Lily looked.

It was a human.

Lily turned and went, a small idea forming.

An idea that would soon become big.

~*Flashback End*~

So Lily had then formed the unknown side. She saw how distinctly unfair and selfish it was for people to fight for only themselves. Lily had practiced on her own for a long time. Then an elderly feeble woman saw her practicing in the forest.

Lily was forced to explain what she had been practicing for. The old woman had been thoughtful. Then the woman told Lily of a town that was hidden to the prying eyes of both muggles and wizards. It was a place where people who didn't fit in lived.

The old woman went there for Lily and came back with 6 followers from the town. The eight did not advertise anything. Instead, they were quiet and stealthy, slowly recuiting humans and creatures of all different species from all over the world. Some muggles, some wizards, some rebellious house elves, others goblins.

There were simply more people rebelling than there seemed to be.

Lily smiled, a small mysterious smile.

It was good to know that there were kind souls who helped not just themselves but others as well.

The bell rang just then and Lily leapt up, eager to get to her next class and then lunch.

Just then, she caught sight of a boy staring at her. Was it...James Potter? Lily sent him an awkward smile and walked out, wondering why he had been staring at her as though she were doing something strange and scandalous.

Lily shrugged and walked away, plotting on what they were going to do that night.

A twelve o'clock. Nighttime.

You know what they say? The myth that said magical things happened at midnight? Well, maybe it wasn't a myth.

Because, at midnight, something magical did happen.

Some say it was a good sort of magic, while others disagree.

Sometimes, you just have to choose for yourself.