A/N: I, the Anti-Christ of Criticism have decided to make my own Lily and
James Fan fiction. All original characters are copyright to J.K. Rowling
and Warner Bros. So I don't own them! The new characters are my own and I
request they don't be used in anyone else's story without my consent. Also,
I know I spelt if wrong before because I didn't actually make up my name. I
just used something else and don't give me any 'yeah, I bet she did' crap.
At least it's more original than Firehottie or Angelgurl.
Prologue
The clouds were passing overhead, letting the full moon shine across the landscape. The stench of rain still hung in the air after heavy downfall. Francis Bailey was drinking hot chocolate quietly, standing on the top of the summit of Glastonbury Tor. He shivered slightly and pulled the black cloak tightly around him. He checked his watch impatiently and glanced at the clouds overhead. It was almost daybreak.
'Shit' he said, stamping his discoloured hoof on the damp grass. Claire Bostock walked slowly to his side. She too looked out over the landscape, seeing the unseen. Claire Bostock was a Clairvoyant. She had been summoned to Glastonbury Tor along with Francis and a girl called Lily Evans. Lily still hadn't turned up.
'Where is the girl?' Francis asked. His deep voice was soothing to her. Francis was a centaur. He had black fur and hair, and striking yellow eyes. He hadn't always been a centaur. Once he had been richer than a king, but that was a long time ago. Frost had started to appear over the last few days. The beginning of winter was one of the reasons they were standing on top of the hill.
Claire combed her hands through her dyed white blonde hair. It was cut short around her shoulders and was decorated with tiny braids and beads of all sorts of colours. She wore a white linen shirt over her skinny body and a long skirt that covered half of her shins. The skirt was decorated with the sun and moon symbols that were dyed white against the purple background. She wore no shoes on her bony feet.
'The stupid girl is late! Why couldn't we have chosen Jo-Jo?' Francis stressed. Claire just rolled her eyes and lit up a cigarette from her handbag. Her old withered hands held it close to her lips as though to warm herself.
'Jo-Jo's stationed with Bellatrix and Nymphadora. Don't doubt Lily's strength' the old woman said. The strong breeze in the air made her flowing skirt flap loudly. The sound of a horse whinnying crossed the plains.
'I'm sorry I'm late' a young girl with red hair panted as she joined the other side of Francis.
'Well, as they say it's better late than never' Francis drawled, unimpressed. Lily quickly pulled out her wand and shuddered.
'Nervous?' Claire asked with a hint of a smile on her thin lips.
'Never' Lily smiled.
Prologue
The clouds were passing overhead, letting the full moon shine across the landscape. The stench of rain still hung in the air after heavy downfall. Francis Bailey was drinking hot chocolate quietly, standing on the top of the summit of Glastonbury Tor. He shivered slightly and pulled the black cloak tightly around him. He checked his watch impatiently and glanced at the clouds overhead. It was almost daybreak.
'Shit' he said, stamping his discoloured hoof on the damp grass. Claire Bostock walked slowly to his side. She too looked out over the landscape, seeing the unseen. Claire Bostock was a Clairvoyant. She had been summoned to Glastonbury Tor along with Francis and a girl called Lily Evans. Lily still hadn't turned up.
'Where is the girl?' Francis asked. His deep voice was soothing to her. Francis was a centaur. He had black fur and hair, and striking yellow eyes. He hadn't always been a centaur. Once he had been richer than a king, but that was a long time ago. Frost had started to appear over the last few days. The beginning of winter was one of the reasons they were standing on top of the hill.
Claire combed her hands through her dyed white blonde hair. It was cut short around her shoulders and was decorated with tiny braids and beads of all sorts of colours. She wore a white linen shirt over her skinny body and a long skirt that covered half of her shins. The skirt was decorated with the sun and moon symbols that were dyed white against the purple background. She wore no shoes on her bony feet.
'The stupid girl is late! Why couldn't we have chosen Jo-Jo?' Francis stressed. Claire just rolled her eyes and lit up a cigarette from her handbag. Her old withered hands held it close to her lips as though to warm herself.
'Jo-Jo's stationed with Bellatrix and Nymphadora. Don't doubt Lily's strength' the old woman said. The strong breeze in the air made her flowing skirt flap loudly. The sound of a horse whinnying crossed the plains.
'I'm sorry I'm late' a young girl with red hair panted as she joined the other side of Francis.
'Well, as they say it's better late than never' Francis drawled, unimpressed. Lily quickly pulled out her wand and shuddered.
'Nervous?' Claire asked with a hint of a smile on her thin lips.
'Never' Lily smiled.