Disclaimer: If you recognize any of HP characters, then i don't own them. J.K. Rowling does though, so if you want them ask her... The story is also based on the movie "Mrs. Winterbourne" though everything has been changed (except for the main storyline).
Summary: During a long trip to Scotland, Lily briefly meets the nice Harry Potter and his newly-wedded wife, Janice. Unfortunately tragedy strikes all three of them when the train never reached its destination after being involved in a terrible crash. Two weeks later, Lily awoke at a school's Hospital Wing nearby where she was mistaken for Janice. She then meets the famous Potters who are now willing to accept her in the family and be involved in her life. Confused and yearning for love, Lily hesitantly decided to take up the deceased woman's identity. However, there is one person whom she cannot fool in this charade for James Potter (Harry's brother) greatly suspects her!
Author's note: I'm sorry, i couldn't update this story earlier. Like i said in my profile, personal reasons prevented me from continuing this story up until now. This year, I am currently facing some very difficult moments in my life. One of my best friends was diagnosed with leukemia around Christmas time and the whole thing still hasn't processed in my mind properly. I honestly don't know how God can punish someone as sweet and kind as my friend, Victoria, with this illness... I've been spending a lot of time visiting her at the hospital and i still don't want to accept the fact that I could lose her any minute. Vicky has told me countless of times not to be upset for her sake but i can't help it. I'm mad at myself and the whole world since there is no cure for her condition nor can I do anything about it. Anyhow, I'd just like to say that I now dedicate both of my stories to my friend Vicky. Without her as my friend, I am nothing.
Thanks to my super-cool reviewers: Christy Corr (Lily was supposed to go to Hogwarts but to make this story work, I had to make her a Beauxbatons graduate.), Crystal Zelda, Jewles5, buggy-such, EbonyQuill, you know you're right, KyleeMarie, lovely*ylEVIL, lovely, Jessica Potter 5... anyhow, please review to this story even if u dun' like it... all comments are welcome and would be very much appreciated... thanx!
HELLO MRS. POTTER!
Chapter 1: Learning Independence The Hard Way
"Damn it, where's my coffee?"
"Hey, I'm missing a napkin here!"
"Service?"
"Excuse me, I'm in a hurry here! And I still haven't got my order!"
"Madam, I'll be with you in just a minute." I told an agitated woman.
At twenty-three-years-old; I, Lily Evans was officially noted as a major loser in life. Working at a small sleazy diner called "Mel's Place", I was dressed in a pink and white uniform that left nothing to the imagination. Every time I walked through tables and chairs, the present male customers stared lecherously at me. It appeared as though they wanted to see more than just my long legs. My shoulder length hair didn't help that matter either. Putting them in pigtails, the men commented on how I looked like a woman that dressed herself up as a child.
"Jerks." I muttered angrily to myself for one customer had slapped my behind.
"Hey Evans!" My manager, Amanda Rodgriguez called. "You're tray… It's been here for ten bloody minutes!"
"All right! All right! I'm coming!" I hollered back at her.
Looking very much harassed, I approached the counter to pick up an order of two cheeseburgers and fries. The cook smiled at me as I unconsciously sniffed the delicious and smoky scent of the food. Its tangy smell caused my stomach to loudly growl in hunger. After all, I had missed my lunch period to cover the shift that I purposely skipped three days ago.
Strolling past my manager, I saw Amanda shaking her head in annoyance. Ever since the owner promoted her to a higher position, the woman had been giving me a remarkably hard time. Embarrassing me in front of the staff, she yelled at me constantly for the little mistakes I made. In favouring other waitresses, she also gave me the lousiest job and unfortunate hours during work. Furthermore, she did everything in her power to find other faults in me that could cause a deduction to my payroll. Yeah, she was a nasty woman all right! Then again, she did have a good reason to despise me.
Last year I met a very handsome man named, Craig Anderson. Charming as ever, he was a couple of years older than me and worked as a bartender of a fancy club. On his way to work however, he had often stopped by at "Mel's Place" to order a cup of coffee. While there he quickly chatted with other workers, mainly to someone named Amanda. Everyone was envious of her back then, including myself. After all, she had the attention of the city's local hunk.
With more than just broad shoulders and muscular built, Craig was also very smart. He knew how to charm women fairly well. I guess that's how I webbed myself into Amanda's bad side. Like any other romantic, I fell for Craig when he first whispered to my ear how he had regularly visited the diner to simply see me. I blushed at his words for no one had ever told me something that was ever so sweet and nice. After that, he began to show up during my shifts with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. I was very much flattered and though Craig was never formally my boyfriend, we went out a few times and even messed around a little. He had even told me once that he actually loved me. Oh how very foolish of myself to believe him!
During one of our dates, Craig promised to cook me a wonderful dinner at his place. Big mistake! Before I even showed up at his door, Amanda had planned to visit her fiancé, which turned out to be Craig himself. With this information kept from me, you will not believe at how shocked and angry I was to see my "boyfriend" passionately kissing another woman.
"Get your hands off him, you bitch!" I told her.
Surprised, Amanda had quickly pulled herself away from Craig and asked me about what I was doing at his apartment.
"I'm here on a date with my boyfriend!" I replied.
After that, everything just came out. Amanda found out that Craig had cheated on her with me. I, on the other hand, discovered that Craig and Amanda had been seeing each other for a very long time. And at the sight of a large diamond rock on Amanda's finger, I learned that both of them had planned on getting married in a couple of months. I remember standing by the door, feeling embarrassed at my predicament. For the first time in my life, I had been used as a stand-in for another woman!
"Miss, where's our damn food already? We're starving!" one of the customers broke me out of my reverie.
If you're wondering about what happened to Amanda and Craig… Well, let's just say my manager quickly broke off her engagement. Craig tried to mend their relationship of course, but it was too late. The damage was done. As for me… I ended my brief history with men. I simply found it very hard to trust the opposite sex again. Amanda also assumed that I knew about her connection with Craig even before his infidelity. Thus, she never forgave me about the whole incident and has decided to hate me for the rest of her life. After all, I was part of the reason as to why she lost her "true love."
"Here's your order, sir." I took the two plates off my tray and set them down on a nearby table.
"It's about bloody time!" exclaimed a pudgy old man.
Frowning at the rudeness that I received, I quietly took out my order pad.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"That'll do, sweet cheeks."
I nodded and tore of his bill. Placing it down on the table, I told him to pay at the counter.
"Are you sure you don't want me to work it off for you?" he asked as he gently touched my leg.
Frustrated, I slapped him really hard with my tray.
"Oww." He howled out loud in pain.
"Hands off, you stupid git!" I said.
The other customers around him laughed as I walked away, miffed. It was one thing to look at me like I was some juicy steak, but to actually violate myself in front of other people… I had to draw the line right there.
"Lily Evans!" Amanda shouted. "How dare you do such a horrible thing? To a poor customer at that!"
I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.
"Apologize to this man at once!" she demanded, while pointing a finger at the pervert.
I crossed my arm over my chest. "You can't be serious!"
"Of course I am!" she said. "Now tell him you're sorry!"
"No." I told her firmly.
"Evans, if you don't apologize this bloody instant, you can bloody get another job!" Amanda yelled.
Hearing this, I slowly moved towards my manager who was tapping her foot impatiently on the ground. Thinking that I was about to obey her commands, she smiled at me in a smug manner. However, that look was quickly wiped off of her face when I shoved my tray, my apron, and my order pad in her hands.
"Fine!" I said through gritted teeth.
The other waitresses stared at me in shock as I stormed out of the diner and slammed its doors really hard. None of them had expected myself to risk the only living that I had over my stupid pride.
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"How could I have been so stupid?"
I paced around my tiny apartment, slightly panicked. After taking a very long walk around the city, my mind had cleared up and I realized what I had done earlier that day. To recap, I had refused to apologize to a customer who deprived me of my morals by treating me like I was some sort of sexual object. And in doing so, I lost the one job I had that kept me off the streets.
"You idiot!" I told myself. "Why couldn't you just have bloody apologized?"
Luckily, I learned how to save some money in my bank account. Surely it would be enough to last me for at least two weeks. What I'm planning to do after that, I had absolutely no idea.
"Damn that Amanda!" I grumbled.
I walked over to my kitchen to make some coffee. I needed to focus... To think...
"What am I going to do?" I moaned.
Finding a newspaper on the counter, I quickly flipped over to the classified sections. My eyes desperately scanned any advertisements that could help my situation.
Needed accountants...
Hiring nurses...
Wanted lawyers...
I frowned, and in disgust I threw the paper on the recycling bin. All of the open occupations requested for certain requirements; none of which I could offer. Seeing that my coffee was ready, I delightedly poured myself a cup. I needed something that would calm my poor nerves down.
"Mmm…" I said as I took a small sip from my cup.
Landing myself on a decent job at London was pretty hard, considering the fact that I had no proper education in the muggle world. Indeed, I did not learn advanced mathematics, sciences, history, and/or geography. In fact, my teachings were far from it for I was taught the most bizarre things at my old school. Seven years at Beauxbatons had only given me an opportunity to learn the complex charms and useful spells that could defend myself against the dark arts.
To make matters worse, Petunia had squandered up all the money and properties that my parents had left me in their last will of testament. My selfish sister and her newfound husband Vernon Dursley, hired exceptional lawyers to ensure that I was unable to claim my shares. Thus, when I first came to England, I had nothing except for a few clothes on my back and a single toothbrush. I knew that in order to provide for myself, I had to start from scratch.
So you see, I was truly in a hopeless case.
"How am I ever going to get through this?" I asked myself.
Groaning, I went to the living room and sat down on my second-hand couch. Why does life have to be so cruel?
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"In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to almighty God..."
Have you ever felt as though the whole word has turned their backs on you? When things never seemed to go your way?
Yeah, I had those moments all right… Moments where you just wanted to crawl under a rock and hide there forever… Moments when you felt as if you're whole being was tearing apart… Moments where all of your friends could do nothing but sympathize with you… Moments where you just wanted to forget everything that has happened and simply move on…
I sighed.
I hated such moments.
"Our brother, Paul Christopher Evans…"
Walking around aimlessly, I sadly thought of how things could be so different in a single second… How time, though we are living in it, seemed so far away… And no matter how hard we try to stop it… To cherish a part of life… The whole world just keeps on spinning… Always on a constant movement… Never giving us a chance to live out certain things … To hold them together… Or even to feel a moment where there's no pain, no worries, and no regrets…
A time where everything looked so easy was simply out of our reach.
"And our sister, Mary Ashley Evans…"
No one asks for such changes to occur… But, they happen all right… It's part of life… And even if you see them coming… Even if you try to prepare for these things… They still hit you really hard in the end…
"And we commit their bodies to the ground…"
So, you may ask… If we have no control over the things that happen around us, are we mere puppets in life? Fortunately, the answer to that wondering question is no. Of course not!
But, the big moments will come. They always do. Like I mentioned before, they cannot be helped. Though, it is what we do afterwards that counts. The actions that result from those challenging events… They will help us determine what type of person we really are. We may not be able to change where we come from, but we could definitely do something about the direction that we are going.
"Earth to earth…"
I suddenly stopped walking for I had reached my destination. In front of me were two gravestones, which belonged to my parents. Bending down, I respectfully laid two-dozen white and red roses on the ground.
"Hello ma mère et mon père." I said.
Looking at the inscriptions on the first stone, I read the words quietly to myself.
Paul Christopher Evans
October 1st 1928 - June 22nd 1976
Loving Father
Faithful Husband
Devoted Friend
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. - David Viscott.
Beside my father's gravestone was my mother's.
Mary Ashley Evans
February 8th 1932 - June 22nd 1976
Beloved Mother
Loyal Wife
Dearest Friend
God makes everything beautiful in His Time. - Ecclesiastes 3:11.
"Ashes to ashes…"
A lone tear suddenly fell down on my smooth, pale cheek. Two years have already passed before I actually had enough courage to visit my parents in their graves. It was my chance to finally say a proper goodbye. After all, Petunia did have enough security roaming around the cemetery to keep me away from my mother and father's funeral.
I admit that it was selfish of me to not even make an effort to show my face at the funeral. I had heard that many of my relatives thought of me as an insolent girl who displayed no consideration to her parents. But how could I? How could I possibly face them? With Petunia's last words still ringing at the back of my mind, I felt very much ashamed of myself. I was the reason why my parents were gone. I knew that my magical powers had brought their lives to an end and the thought of myself killing my own flesh and blood just made me feel sick to my stomach.
"I'm sorry." I cried silently. "I'm so sorry."
"Dust to dust…"
My knees began to tremble as I sank to the ground. Deep down inside, I knew that I was never such a strong person. As hard as I tried to keep a surface that was void of emotions, my aching heart betrayed my self-control. Burying my face on my hands, I allowed more tears to pour from my eyes. At the moment, I was so weak and torn from life itself. I wished that all the pain and suffering that I felt would go away. But I knew better. I was aware that these vulnerable feelings would stay with me for the rest of my life and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Please forgive me." I whispered.
Suddenly, I felt very cold as a chill went up my spine. A gust of wind blew at my direction making me hold onto my coat tighter. With my face still wet with tears, I looked up at the gravestone in front of me. Paul Christopher Evans... Mary Ashley Evans... I traced the name of my parents with my index finger. Oh God... This was unbearable... I missed them terribly so...
"The Lord bless them and keep them. The Lord makes his face to shine upon them and be gracious to them."
"I didn't mean to do this to the both of you. I - I never wished for any of you to get hurt..." I said to no one in particular.
Sniffing, I unconsciously lay down on the grass. I didn't care if it was slightly damp from yesterday's hard rain. All I could think about was how I simply wanted to stay there forever. I wasn't ready to let go of the past, and for some apparent reason, I felt somewhat safe on my spot. Knowing that the bodies of my parents were close by gave me a slight sense of comfort. I longed to be near them so much and it hurts to think that such a wish would never be granted. The living and the dead were separated; and the only way in which I could join my loving parents would be if I crossed over to the other side.
"This isn't fair." I thought as I began to sob uncontrollably. "Why did you have to leave me?"
"The Lord lift up his countenance upon them... And give them peace…"
"Ma mère et mon père... I need you... Come back to me... Please come back to me..." I pleaded desperately.
Unfortunately, my calls were only echoed through an empty graveyard. No one could hear or see my heartfelt cries as it filled the silent air. Hugging myself, I began to feel numb and cold all over. My heart was slowly building an empty hole filled with such darkness and self-hatred. It would be a very long time before certain special someone would come into my life and mend my pain. But at the moment, I was left there all alone on the cemetery ground to wilt like a rose.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Hearing the annoying sound of my alarm clock, I buried my head underneath the covers. It was too early in the morning and what I wanted more than anything was to sleep in. Clutching my pillow tightly, I tried my hardest to block out the beeping noise in my room.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
'Damn it!' I thought angrily.
Extending my arm out from the sheets, I reached for the alarm clock on my side table. It was quite hard to find the electric device with your eyes tightly shut. After fumbling a few things here and there, my hand finally came into contact with it. In doing so, I quickly took the round, yellow alarm clock into my hands and threw it on the wall with such a force. A loud crash was heard and the beeping quickly suspended. I sighed. Finally, my bedroom was once again quiet and the feeling of irritation suspended. Sadly, the silence would only last for a couple of seconds.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I groaned as my eyes snapped open at the sound.
'This cannot be happening to me!' I told myself.
I got up from the warm and comfortable feeling of my bed and strolled over to my dirty windows. I had a bit of trouble, trying to unlatch it for the handle was somewhat broken. Once I have opened the window, an owl quickly swooped over my head and landed itself on a nearby table. At the sight of the creature, sleep quickly erased itself from my body. I gulped as my heart stopped beating. What was that thing doing in my bedroom?
Cautiously, I walked over to the owl and saw that it was holding a yellow envelope in its beak; my name and address were written across it in fancy handwriting. My eyes widened. How on earth did they find me after all these years? When I have reached the animal at close range, it dropped the letter on my foot. I stared at the owl in a frightened manner while I bent down to pick up its delivery. As soon as I held the letter in my hands, the creature flew out of my windows.
I let out a shaky breath. For the first time in five years, someone from the other world had the nerve to contact me! What the bloody hell was going on?
Ripping the envelope open, I slowly took out its contents. It included a piece of parchment and a train ticket to a magical school. I unfolded the letter and scanned its words with slight curiosity in my part.
"Dearest Lily,
It has been a while since I have last heard from you, my favorite student. So much has happened during that long period of time and I simply cannot wait to indulge you in all of the recent events here in France. But more important things have to be attended first; how are you my dear Lily? I sincerely hope that you are in good health. It would break my heart if it were otherwise.
If you are wondering as to how I have discovered about your residence, then you need not to worry dear for no one else but myself beholds such information. I had visited London two nights ago due to an urgent business that cannot be withheld. During my stay, I happened to drop by a muggle diner called "Mel's Place" to have a late lunch for myself. Funny thing was, the waitress who served me on that fateful day was wearing a uniform that had your nametag on it. Of course, it came to me as quite a shock and I couldn't believe it at first. I asked the waitress if her actual name was "Lily" and obviously, she had replied to me with a simple no. She then explained that she was a new hired help and that the "person" who used to wear "her" uniform had quit recently. In hearing this, my curiosity got the better of me and I then decided to inquire some of the other workers about you. After convincing them that I was a really good friend of yours, one of the young women named "Amanda" told me that she did know a "Lily Evans". Happy at this news, I then pleaded for her to tell me where you live. She seemed hesitant at the beginning; though after a great deal of persuasion, she finally consented and reluctantly gave me your address. So you see, had it not been for this generous manager of yours, I would still be clueless as to where you are. It has been five years and I dare not receive any type of calling from you (even though you promised to write me a letter at least once month). Your disappearing act certainly had the rest of your friends and myself to worry greatly. And I certainly hope that you feel quite guilty of yourself, young lady!
Ever since you left France, things have never been the same. I'm sure you have heard about the death of the Thompson's. It was an unfortunate thing to happen, indeed. They were such good and innocent people. Your friend Lydia was greatly distressed by the sudden death of her closest aunt. I must tell you that she is in a very poor condition at the moment; her husband Adam has tried the best he could to cheer her up but all his comfort had led to nothing more than depression on Lydia's part. Apart from not attending work for two weeks, she has also been neglecting her health. Adam tells me that Lydia has kept to her room most of the time and has not eaten a proper meal for the past few days. Anyhow, I would be very much grateful if you wrote her a letter that would try and get her to open up. After all, you have been Lydia's best friend for seven years and you both share the same common interests.
Another reason for my letter is to inform you about the growing power of You-know-who. You may not want to hear this Lily, but it is very important that you listen very carefully. I have received word that there will be an expected attack on London next week and I want you to get out of there as soon as you can. Try not to let anyone know that you will be leaving. We have reason to believe that He-who-must-not-be-named has been spying on your movements for quite some time though we do not know his reasons as of yet. Now, once you have packed up all of your things, I suggest that you go to Hogwarts (your train ticket has already been enclosed). Their kind headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, will be expecting you.
Sadly, I must end this short letter. Please Lily... I hope you will take my words seriously. It is imperative that you do so.
Sincerely,
Madame Terrance."
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" I said repeatedly. "This can't be happening to me!"
I glanced over to the letter in my shaking hands and read it over again. Certain words never left my eyes.
"... death of the Thompson's..."
"... expected attack on London next week..."
"... He-who-must-not-be-named has been spying on your movements for quite some time..."
How could the monster have possibly found me? When I left France, I had made sure to keep my tracks clean. I had never stepped foot on the magical world for five long years; let alone use my own powers. Even though I knew that my close friends would hate me for it, I had also stopped contacting them for their own protection. Oh dear God! How could this have happened? And more importantly, what am I going to do?
"I can't go back to the other world. I just can't..." I whispered to myself.
I paced back and forth, hoping against all hope that everything was a nightmare. Just when you thought that things were going fine, another bigger problem arises. God must really hate me for putting me through such awful tests. What had I done to deserve them?
"It's all just a dream... I'm going to wake up any minute now... Any minute now... Any minute..."
My eyes were tightly shut as I said those words out loud. I was trying to force myself in believing that I was simply hallucinating. When I opened them, I saw I was still in the same position as before. My heart began to beat wildly and it felt as if my chest would burst from it. That's when I started to panic...
"It's all true... Oh God no... Madame Terrence was right... He's c-coming after me..."
My footsteps now sounded very heavy and my next-door neighbors were shouting at me to quit the annoying racket. I can't blame them. After all, it was only six o'clock of a Saturday morning.
"I have to - I have to get out of here." I said as I hurriedly took out three black suitcases from my closet.
I had absolutely no choice. The freedom that I once had was robbed away from me yet again. In a hurry, I opened my drawers and carelessly shoved my clothes in my bag. I realized that it was finally time for myself to go back to the wizarding world.
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Five hours later, I found myself standing in King's Cross Station with a frown on my face. My ticket had said "Hogwarts Express - Platform Nine and Three Quarters". Great! Now where would I find such a ridiculous platform?
"Excuse me sir? Could you please tell me where I could possibly find Platform Nine and Three Quarters?" I asked one of the passing guards.
The man looked at me as if I had grown myself two heads. He told me that the platform simply didn't exist and when I couldn't tell him where I was headed, the man started to get concerned.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, Miss?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes, I'll be fine." I replied.
"Perhaps, you would like someone to escort you in the platform that you are looking for."
"Oh, that's very kind of you but -"
"It's possible that you were given the wrong the directions. I know for a fact that it's very easy to get lost in this city. If you need some assistance, I'd be happy to help you."
The man looked at me and apprehension was written all over his face. 'It's official.' I thought, feeling slightly annoyed. 'The passing guard thinks I'm a lost patient of a mental facility.'
"No, thank you. That would be completely unnecessary. I'm sure I can manage myself." I said in a very firm voice.
Thankfully, the awfully concerned man took the hint of my tone and he did not pursue for my assistance any longer. Instead, he turned around and quickly went in search for other damsels in distress. Sigh! I should've known better than to ask a common muggle for the train that would lead me to the wizarding world. Obviously, Platform 9 and 3/4 would have to be hidden to the non-magical eye. How could I have possibly missed the fact that witches and wizards would hide themselves from the muggle world?
Looking up at the large clock over the arrivals board, I saw that I only had ten minutes to find my platform and I tried hard not to panic. Think Lily! Where would a magical platform be?
Walking aimlessly around between Platforms 9 and 10, I ignored the hustle and bustle of people who had just arrived from a train that came from Edinburgh. It must have looked very odd to everyone at how a twenty-three-year-old woman was pushing a trolley back and fort in the same irritating fashion. I was so concentrated on my thoughts that I did not even see a man rushing past me. As soon as he bumped into my body, the impact of our collision caused myself and my whole trolley to run straight into the second dividing barrier between the platforms. I shut my eyes tightly and braced my ears for the painful crash.
But the sound never came. Instead, there was only silence. I heard nothing but silence. Slowly I opened my eyes and I realized that I was in a completely different area. In fact, it seemed as though my whole being was no longer at King's Cross Station. Staring ahead, I saw a black steam engine waiting next to a platform that was packed with so many people who wearing long dresses. Actually, they all seemed to be attired in traveling robes. Robes... Witches... Wizards... Magic...
I was about to let out a sigh of relief but a sign overhead caught my expression.
The words did not say Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock just as it stated on my ticket.
Far from it.
In its place, it read "Magical Express To Scotland."
I gulped and my whole body went rigid. Looking behind me, I saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had just been. The words Platform Nine and A Half caught my eyes. Slapping myself on the forehead, I mentally cursed inside. How could I have been so stupid for getting onto the wrong platform!
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Looking ahead: Chapter 2.
Lily plays cat and mouse with the ticket inspector of the Magical Express.
Meeting Harry and Janice Potter.
The Accident.
Reaching The Destination With The Wrong Identity.
An introduction to the remaining Potter family.
