Red hair and porcelain skin contrasted sharply with the black outfit she wore. She wore a long black skirt with a matching black blouse, a black bow in her hair and a tear rolling down her cheek.
Lily Evans, a small girl only 5'6", stood at her parents funeral. The priest had spoken and now the bodies were being lowered into the ground. Tears were raining down her face. She placed her face in her hands, turning away. Lily couldn't stand the though of those two loving people locked in small boxes, buried six feet under.
Before she knew it, her feet were quickly carrying her away from the scene. She ran under a tree and collapsed to her knees. Why Voldermort killed them wouldn't ever be known. The death eaters had been so specific in choosing the Evans' house. The day past in a blue and before she knew it, she was crawling into bed and falling into a death-like slumber.