Disclaimer: OK, I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I did... after JK is done writing. I don't wish to ruin her hard work, lol! However, I do own the personality of the Lily Potter I made and her old classmates, including Kevin. I also own the plot of the story (Duh! I wrote it!)

Author's Note: OK, somewhere a long the line you might think a part of this chapter is out of character and is pointless, but understand that Lily is under a lot of pressure, and is emotionally unbalanced. Also, sorry it took me so long to update, life just sucks like that, and I'll be getting some of my other stories typed and up on the computer. Working on Chapter 2 of this story! Enjoy the chapter!

A young man, also in his mid-20s, with fiery red hair and deep brown eyes entered a room full of 2nd-7th years, eagerly waiting for the sorting of 1st years. He watched them chatting happily, just like he did many years before. The Great Hall never changed, none of the castle did really. He looked up at the staff table, but instead of his eyes landing on Dumbledore, they rested on the youngest professor. Lilian? She wasn't the Lily Potter he remembered, her light brown hair use to be long and flowing like, now it was short and layered, no shorter than to her shoulders. She was wearing black robes, and her eyes that were so full of life, were now full of sadness and pain.

The young professor's emerald green eyes scanned the room until they came to the point of looking into a set of brown eyes that belonged to someone from her past. Kevin? She looked at the rest of his face and body. I see he still has his qudditch build as a beater, and he always looked good in maroon. It brings out his best features... She quickly turned her head away. Don't think like that! Voldemort always has a way of knowing... Besides, Lilian, DAMN IT, Lily. You don't care about him anymore!

Kevin couldn't believe that she was here as a teacher, because she always dreamed of doing muggle Broadway. Yet, here she was in front of his eyes many years later! Now I can apologize for how I treated her... But will she talk to me? Well, only one way to find out... He walked up to the staff table and sat down in the empty seat next to Lily. She seemed to act like he wasn't there, watching the other students.

"Er, Hello, Lily... How are you?"

She kept quiet. He soon gave up for the time being, and watched the first years being sorted as he looked back to when Lily and himself were being sorted...

Lily, you'll do fine! Just run through the platform between 9 and 10. I'll be right behind you.

The 11-year-old with long light brown hair and shining green eyes bit her lower lip. Then she closed her eyes tightly, and ran, pushing the trolley towards the wall. She felt a light breeze and a whoosh. When she opened her eyes, she was looking at a deep red train engine with HOGWARTS EXPRESS written in big, bold, gold letters. As she awed in wonder, Harry placed a hand on his young daughter's shoulder.

"I have something for you."

Lily turned around and looked at her father, "what is it, Papa?"

Harry got into his pocket and took out a small box, "This was your mother's, but we both agree that you should have it..." He opened the box to reveal a cream colored, circular pendent with foreign writing on it. It looked to be made of China or porcelain.

"Papa! I love it!"

"Good, wear it all the time and it may bring good luck!"

"Really, Papa?" Her eyes lit up.

"Really." Ha4ry said as he put it on the young girl's neck, kisses her forehead, and gives her a big hug.

"Lilian! Hurry up or the train will leave without you!" A first year with firey red hair yelled out the window of the train. Lily jumped up on the train, looked at her father, and yelled, "Bye, Papa! I promise I'll send Hedwig to you at least every week! I love you, Papa! Bye!"

"Bye, Lilian! I'll hold you to that promise! I love you too!"

They had called out name....

"Kevin Wesley"

"Gryfindor!

"Lily Potter"

"Hmmm, you could do well in Slytherin, but you would also do well in Gryfindor... Just like your father... Would you like to choose?

"Gryfindor?"

"Gryfindor!"

Those were the good old days when we didn't keep secrets from each other. Kevin than realized that the sorting was over and the food was on the table. Lily, after eating a plateful of food, left the Great Hall. Kevin went after her, "Lilian!"

Lily spun around, "I would much prefer Professor Potter, Mr. Wesley..."

Kevin was shocked, "Right, Professor Potter..."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be up in my room." She turned and walked away. Kevin watched her walk away from him once more.

It was late at night and Lily took out her father's old Firebolt. She decided that she needed to try riding it again, so she snuck outside and to the Qudditch field. As she took a deep breath, she enjoyed the feeling of the broomstick in her hand. She kicked off the ground, and everything felt so familiar. For a brief moment, she thought she was at a school age in a Qudditch match. She loved the fact that she felt so light.

Kevin was walking from the lake to the Qudditch field, he than saw someone flying around. Who would be outside flying around at this late hour? When he was close enough to see, he was surprised to see that it was Lily. He just stood there like an idiot, watching the Lily he remembered. He looked back to the days of Qudditch, he use to be afraid that Lily would get hurt because of how delicate she was, however, it helped her more than hurt her. It was like her therapy when dancing didn't help.

A few hours later, Lily finally came back down to the ground. She looked up and saw Kevin, she looked like the new Lily he didn't like, "Professor Weasley, how long were you watching me?"

"Only for a few hours." He looked at the red tank top and denim shorts she was wearing, "I see you still sleep in shorts and tank tops, but let's get you inside before you get sick..." Kevin started to take off his cloak.

"No, I'll be fine, if you will excuse me, I'll be heading to bed." She walked past him.

"Lily? What happen the day you received that howler?" He looked at Lily.

She whipped around and faced Kevin, "THAT is non of your business."

"The howler was from Voldemort, wasn't it?"

She looked away, she could never look Kevin straight in the eyes when she lied, "No. He has never contacted me since the night he killed my parents."

"He did send the howler, didn't he? He treatened you, didn't he? That's why you couldn't tell me, and why you still won't tell me..."

"I have no idea what you ar..."

"Lily, I know you're lying to me, I know you too well."

She looked at him straight in the eyes, her own filled with tears, looking scared for their lives, "SHUT UP, KEVIN! PLEASE, JUST SHUT UP!" She started to run, but Kevin chased after her. He caught her around the waist, which caused them both to trip and fall, with Kevin on top, and Lily on the bottom with her faced buried in her hands. Kevin sat up, taking Lily in his arms, but she pushed him away.

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO COME BACK? I WAS JUST FINE UNTIL YOU CAME BACK AND STARTED BUGGING ME!" Lily stood up and ran into the castle again.

Kevin sat there, feeling helpless. I'll free you, Lilian, if it's the last thing I do...