Summary: (I have to put the ORIGANAL in here due to stupid character limit
thingy....--) Lily Evans had always had a fairly normal life style...that
is until she received her letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Because this was the place she met Severus Snape, encountered
many dangers, and where she is still trying to keep herself from being
swallowed in darkness. Follow her as she lives out an emotional
rollercoaster.
Disclaimer: Oh yes I'm making more money than the Queen Of England because I own these characters! And I- ::gets bonked on the head waking her from her dream:: No I DO NOT own anything in this story except perhaps the plot!
AN: This is rated PG right now, but that may change because 1.I don't trust myself to keep this PG, and 2. Things may get more intense as Lily and company get older.
A Flower Of Contrast
The morning sun beaming through the clouded windowpane seemed unwelcome and out of place. Yes it seemed lost or misplaced just as I seemed to feel at the moment. I was out of place in these dark surroundings.
My eyes were not used to the sun drawing away from a window. And yet, I knew I belonged there, no matter how unsettling it looked. I knew, because he was there. Laying beside me with his dark hair in his face, making a contrast against his pale skin.
The room was of a dark green that out of the light would be mistaken for black. Everything was of dark color, from the deep cherry furnishings, to the forbidding black curtains. There were only two things that seemed to be alight in the room, which were a small ivory music box and a ghostly white candle. But out of anything in this room I stood out the most.
My gown, cream white, against the black sheets and covers made me feel like a drifting star, and my hair seemed like fire flowing around the emerald pillowcase.
I shifted my position and gazed at the sleeping boy beside me. Looking at him I began to reminisce about my past. It seemed that this morning I would decide to stroll down memory lane. I closed my eyes as visions of, soon to be six years ago, appeared in my head.
A young girl of merely eleven years, stumbled down the stairs to find a few pancakes waiting for her in the kitchen. She was the first of her sisters to awaken this morning, which for her meant a short time of peace and quiet.
She sat down and started to eat her breakfast as a little bluebird began to chirp outside the window. She tried to pull her hair back from her face when a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes walked in the room.
"Well Lily, you're up awfully early today aren't you?" she said while looking through the mail.
"Well I thought I'd get up early so that I wouldn't have to eat breakfast with Petunia going on about how she 'needs' more makeup! I don't see why she thinks she needs more. Especially since, she probably already has more makeup than the ocean has water."
Her mother chuckled and stopped as she came to a letter. "Hmmm...," she flipped over the letter, "Strange, there's no stamp"
"Who's it for?" Lily stood up in her chair trying to get a better view
"Well it's addressed to you Lily, but-," Lily cut her off by grabbing the letter out of her mother's hands.
"Lilianna Cristina Nichol Evans!" her mother said exasperated. "Who told you that you could read that?" Lily looked up at her mother, smiled and began running up the stairs as she called out, "The people who sent it to me obviously. I mean, it does have my name on it." Lily jumped onto her bed as she looked at the letter.
The envelope, she noticed, was made of what seemed to be parchment. She looked down at the address, which was written in green ink, and noticed that it too was strange as well. It was addressed to a Miss Evans. 1645 Running Walk Ct. Highest room in the house.
Now she was really interested! She carefully slipped her nail under the crease and began to open the letter. She opened it to find the same handwriting in green ink on two similar sheets of paper, which she was by now sure was made of parchment, which read:
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Lily couldn't believe her eyes! Was this real? She excitedly ran down the stairs to show her mother this letter that might just take her away from everyday life.
AN: Sorry guys. I know this chapter was short, but I wanted to go ahead and get something posted. They'll be longer in the future. So now that I'm done you know what to do. Just click that button and write what you think.
Later Lils
Disclaimer: Oh yes I'm making more money than the Queen Of England because I own these characters! And I- ::gets bonked on the head waking her from her dream:: No I DO NOT own anything in this story except perhaps the plot!
AN: This is rated PG right now, but that may change because 1.I don't trust myself to keep this PG, and 2. Things may get more intense as Lily and company get older.
A Flower Of Contrast
The morning sun beaming through the clouded windowpane seemed unwelcome and out of place. Yes it seemed lost or misplaced just as I seemed to feel at the moment. I was out of place in these dark surroundings.
My eyes were not used to the sun drawing away from a window. And yet, I knew I belonged there, no matter how unsettling it looked. I knew, because he was there. Laying beside me with his dark hair in his face, making a contrast against his pale skin.
The room was of a dark green that out of the light would be mistaken for black. Everything was of dark color, from the deep cherry furnishings, to the forbidding black curtains. There were only two things that seemed to be alight in the room, which were a small ivory music box and a ghostly white candle. But out of anything in this room I stood out the most.
My gown, cream white, against the black sheets and covers made me feel like a drifting star, and my hair seemed like fire flowing around the emerald pillowcase.
I shifted my position and gazed at the sleeping boy beside me. Looking at him I began to reminisce about my past. It seemed that this morning I would decide to stroll down memory lane. I closed my eyes as visions of, soon to be six years ago, appeared in my head.
A young girl of merely eleven years, stumbled down the stairs to find a few pancakes waiting for her in the kitchen. She was the first of her sisters to awaken this morning, which for her meant a short time of peace and quiet.
She sat down and started to eat her breakfast as a little bluebird began to chirp outside the window. She tried to pull her hair back from her face when a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes walked in the room.
"Well Lily, you're up awfully early today aren't you?" she said while looking through the mail.
"Well I thought I'd get up early so that I wouldn't have to eat breakfast with Petunia going on about how she 'needs' more makeup! I don't see why she thinks she needs more. Especially since, she probably already has more makeup than the ocean has water."
Her mother chuckled and stopped as she came to a letter. "Hmmm...," she flipped over the letter, "Strange, there's no stamp"
"Who's it for?" Lily stood up in her chair trying to get a better view
"Well it's addressed to you Lily, but-," Lily cut her off by grabbing the letter out of her mother's hands.
"Lilianna Cristina Nichol Evans!" her mother said exasperated. "Who told you that you could read that?" Lily looked up at her mother, smiled and began running up the stairs as she called out, "The people who sent it to me obviously. I mean, it does have my name on it." Lily jumped onto her bed as she looked at the letter.
The envelope, she noticed, was made of what seemed to be parchment. She looked down at the address, which was written in green ink, and noticed that it too was strange as well. It was addressed to a Miss Evans. 1645 Running Walk Ct. Highest room in the house.
Now she was really interested! She carefully slipped her nail under the crease and began to open the letter. She opened it to find the same handwriting in green ink on two similar sheets of paper, which she was by now sure was made of parchment, which read:
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Lily couldn't believe her eyes! Was this real? She excitedly ran down the stairs to show her mother this letter that might just take her away from everyday life.
AN: Sorry guys. I know this chapter was short, but I wanted to go ahead and get something posted. They'll be longer in the future. So now that I'm done you know what to do. Just click that button and write what you think.
Later Lils