Lily Evans
I remember how she used to be.
She used to be extremely sensible. Followed rules, helped others, respecting her elders. Perhaps the most qualified mudbl- muggleborn I knew.
I also remember how I used to feel about her. Not because of her qualification really (though that didn't hurt) but because of the coppery sheen of her red hair. The intelligence in her green eyes. The way how, when she smiled, the right side of her mouth quirked up slightly more than the left, and she always made you feel like you had said something quite brilliant.
Then she started dating that Potter.
I knew from the start he was a bad egg. Couldn't stand him.
But next to his friends, he looked like an absolute saint. Especially that Sirius bloody Black. I swear, the moment I thought I'd be able to hand him over to Azkaban was probably the happiest moment of my life.
Of course that never happened.
I could never believe that the boy didn't get his wand snapped the day he pulled that trick with the werewolf. Hell, not only did I almost get killed, but Potter saved me. The prat. It was all for glory, I'm sure. So that he could further delusion Lily into the same cult that everybody back then seemed to be part of- The "James Potter is a God" one, that is.
How could somebody so sensible fall for somebody so below her, even if he is a pureblood?
To spare her the inevitable heartbreak she was bound to experience over the stupid boy, I offered her some helpful advice. I also suggested that perhaps we could go on a trip to Hogsmeade (Just so I could further educate her on Potter's shortcomings, of course) But by then it was too late. She was already pulled in to Potter's little game of fancy, and she scoffed at my offer. I pretended not to care. It was her loss, after all. But it did hurt just a bit, because I thought of what a shameful loss it was to lose one of the wizarding world's most promising witches to the whims of James Potter.
You can imagine, of course, how surprised I was to hear that they were getting married. I had always put Potter in the 'fear of commitment' category. I just hoped that he wouldn't cheat on Lily. I'd probably be unable to ignore the consuming need to hex him. As for Lily- perhaps she didn't have as much sense as I thought.
I had hoped to avoid further connections to the Potters after their wedding (I was at the wedding, but made sure nobody knew it) But of course, fate played it's cruel twisted game as it always does.
Lily and James Potter had the idiocy to bear their spawn into the world. I had heard it looked like James. What a dreadful pity. I, as a spy to Voldemort, had to point him in the wrong direction to search as long as I possibly could. But in the end, it was Potter's friend Pettigrew who betrayed them.
Basically, it was all Potter's fault Lily died. Because if he had chosen his friends more carefully (Perhaps they were the only people stupid enough to really want to be his friends? That seems most likely to me.) Then this wouldn't have happened.
What I think of their son? Perhaps I could say it best like this; he bears practically no reflection of the better half of his parentage. And the eyes, the one thing that could possibly give him a good attribute, bear not a watt of the intelligence or life that his mother's once did. They are clouded over with the foolishness of his father.
This is why I cannot stand Harry Potter; because I see that though he is the child of both Lily and James Potter, he has only carried on the legacy of his father, while he leaves that of his mother to be forgotten.
And I, for one, will never forget her.
I remember how she used to be.
She used to be extremely sensible. Followed rules, helped others, respecting her elders. Perhaps the most qualified mudbl- muggleborn I knew.
I also remember how I used to feel about her. Not because of her qualification really (though that didn't hurt) but because of the coppery sheen of her red hair. The intelligence in her green eyes. The way how, when she smiled, the right side of her mouth quirked up slightly more than the left, and she always made you feel like you had said something quite brilliant.
Then she started dating that Potter.
I knew from the start he was a bad egg. Couldn't stand him.
But next to his friends, he looked like an absolute saint. Especially that Sirius bloody Black. I swear, the moment I thought I'd be able to hand him over to Azkaban was probably the happiest moment of my life.
Of course that never happened.
I could never believe that the boy didn't get his wand snapped the day he pulled that trick with the werewolf. Hell, not only did I almost get killed, but Potter saved me. The prat. It was all for glory, I'm sure. So that he could further delusion Lily into the same cult that everybody back then seemed to be part of- The "James Potter is a God" one, that is.
How could somebody so sensible fall for somebody so below her, even if he is a pureblood?
To spare her the inevitable heartbreak she was bound to experience over the stupid boy, I offered her some helpful advice. I also suggested that perhaps we could go on a trip to Hogsmeade (Just so I could further educate her on Potter's shortcomings, of course) But by then it was too late. She was already pulled in to Potter's little game of fancy, and she scoffed at my offer. I pretended not to care. It was her loss, after all. But it did hurt just a bit, because I thought of what a shameful loss it was to lose one of the wizarding world's most promising witches to the whims of James Potter.
You can imagine, of course, how surprised I was to hear that they were getting married. I had always put Potter in the 'fear of commitment' category. I just hoped that he wouldn't cheat on Lily. I'd probably be unable to ignore the consuming need to hex him. As for Lily- perhaps she didn't have as much sense as I thought.
I had hoped to avoid further connections to the Potters after their wedding (I was at the wedding, but made sure nobody knew it) But of course, fate played it's cruel twisted game as it always does.
Lily and James Potter had the idiocy to bear their spawn into the world. I had heard it looked like James. What a dreadful pity. I, as a spy to Voldemort, had to point him in the wrong direction to search as long as I possibly could. But in the end, it was Potter's friend Pettigrew who betrayed them.
Basically, it was all Potter's fault Lily died. Because if he had chosen his friends more carefully (Perhaps they were the only people stupid enough to really want to be his friends? That seems most likely to me.) Then this wouldn't have happened.
What I think of their son? Perhaps I could say it best like this; he bears practically no reflection of the better half of his parentage. And the eyes, the one thing that could possibly give him a good attribute, bear not a watt of the intelligence or life that his mother's once did. They are clouded over with the foolishness of his father.
This is why I cannot stand Harry Potter; because I see that though he is the child of both Lily and James Potter, he has only carried on the legacy of his father, while he leaves that of his mother to be forgotten.
And I, for one, will never forget her.