I couldn't tell you what was at my feet, opening my eyes I was startled to find myself flat on my back with Mrs. Potter screaming at James and Sirius. "I thought I told you NO SPELLS that are UNHOSPITABLE!l!" She screeched, spitting fire.

"But Mom..."

"Don't you 'Mom' me like some American brute! James HERALD Potter, I've had enough of you treating our guests like your own personal test trolls! That's it! That's it! I can not take it anymore, it's the bucket for you!"

The horror spreading across James's face was bewitching, it was so bloody splendid I could not take my eyes off of it. Of course that's when they noticed my silent grin, which brought me back to my senses. "What in the world was that?" I asked confused.

"That would be the work of the one and only Lupin, at your service." Boomed a voice as I whipped around in surprise. An athletic man was looming in the shadows behind the familiar face of Reamus, as if they had appeared from thin air. My hair was all hodgepodged in its monstrosity and my lavender sweatshirt seemed to be just as disheveled and here was the hottest man alive. No kidding. He stopped my heart just with a glance and then struck it with adrenalin within seconds; this was a man made for the movies. He loomed above the rest with his confidence, and took over the room with the twinkle in his ice blue eyes. He belonged next to me. He belonged in the muggle military with his muscles and short hair cut. He belonged with a motorcycle to accompany his exquisite tattoos. He just belonged.

My eyes were still frozen on Lupin's companion as the old friend of James's stepped forward to be welcomed to his comrade's home. My gaze became noticeable to the blond man, who warmly smirked at me from across the room. Then I did what Lily always did, I turned red, removed my gaze and smoothed my jeans like nothing had happened.

But something had happened, even if I cared to ignore it, James did not. He glared at the man as if he was an intruder, and had his mother continuously snapping at him for his rudeness. "Honestly James, what has gotten into you?" Both Sirius and I knew. He threw me dirty looks as if I was a whore in his friend's game, while James seemed to look through me. I didn't feel bad however. I had no point to. It was just one god forsaken look, and it wasn't as if James and I were together anyways. Still guys are always possessive.

"OH! You brought Adrian! Charles will be pleased! He has always missed his Auror days. Since his promotion he hasn't been able to talk dark arts to anyone…" babbled Mrs. Potter as if there was no tomorrow.

Dressing for dinner that night was as if I was preparing to take the N.E.W.T.S. Adrian's face swirled through my head causing my heart to pound. This was to be a normal dinner, somewhat more dressy, however, not noticeably so. Carefully sifting through my closet I brought down an emerald sweater that I had purchased at a muggle shop before the term. Made of cashmere its softness had seduced me and the fake diamonds curled into an elegant L, appearing almost as if it was made for me. Pulling the button up sweater over a lighter green tank top, I found matching boots in the far corner composed of a dark green, almost black material. Breanna had bought them for me out of Witch's treasure catalog, and I have loved them ever since. They were the perfect jean boots, always in fashion, since the actual boot shape and heel changed every season to the new "in" style; so I never had to go shopping for another pair of boots. The most important factor was how good they made my butt look in jeans (I mean, how could a girl not adore them?). All of a sudden I lurched, a monster of guilt overriding me. How could I be worrying about how I looked when there was so much more important things in the world? My father's face shinning with laughter and then brimming with tears, as past memories flashed before my eyes. I had to get out. I needed air.

Strolling briskly out to the porch and past the others was easier then I expected. Emersed in a deep conversation no one noticed as practically flew out on to the grand porch. The cold stung my ears and nose, but cooled my eyes. Looking into the yard, the enormous gardens beckoned. The crackling stones beneath my feet lead me to a bench under an old oak tree, sitting down and looking up at the stars was calming. Time seemed to melt as I lost myself in my thoughts only a loud crack brought me back to earth. Jumping up, I was startled to find my self gazing into icy blue eyes that took my breath away.
"I'm Adrian, a distant cousin of Lupin's." He said simply, sitting down on the bench. Smiling softly at me, "I don't think we have been properly introduced."
I stared in surprise, he seemed to own the seat with his poise. Sinking back into my seat, "I'm Lily" I said, trying to fight the warmth spreading throughout my body.

"Ah, should of known" Adrian said smiling.

"Known what?" I asked exquisitely.

"Your name. It's derived from the Latin word lilium which means pure at heart." he said smiling down at me outlined by the sinking sun which was tracing designs all over his body with its light.

"Really? And this entire time I believed it to be just a flower." I said, like a dork.

"You are too magnificent to be named just after a flower." He said as I felt my color rise from my toes to my scalp. I hated being a fair redhead, why couldn't I just for once control my skin tones? Was so impossible?

"So what do you do?" I asked trying to change the subject, which caused a small flick of a grin on his part.

"I'm an Auror for the Ministry." he said proudly, nobly stretching, as his complete attitude came into check. The job fitted him perfectly. "I use to go to Hogwarts though, a Gryffindor, such as your self."

I glanced at him in surprise, "How did yo..."

"It's written all over your face." he said leaning over his clasped hands and then turning his head to look up at me, "Also I kinda asked Sirius." He admitted with a quirk of an eyebrow.

With one glance I fell.

All dinner I had to endure James's snotty glances and pay no heed to his sighs. What did he expect? Okay we kissed, like once, and to tell you the truth, it really wasn't that great. Okay, well just a little, however, you could never have a relationship with a guy like James. He was too good for anyone and therefore too good for any rules. I'd be wasting my time, not to mention amercing my self into heartbreak once again. Believe me, I just wanted some innocent fun, and good feelings. I never wanted to feel horrible again. That night a feeling of hatred grew for James. Out of no where it started to blossom, until I despaired the bastard. He was my scapegoat the cause of all problems. Every time I looked at him I would remember our past, every time I looked at him it would take me back to my father's last gift. Every time... I could not take it, I really could not. I wanted something to remove the knot in my throat… I suddenly was craving chocolate so bad... so I settled for some grapes instead.

That night I found myself sneaking out of the Potter's home, which seemed like a mirage hiding the iron doors. I knew why Dumbledore sent me here. He sent me to be watched and analyzed, I could constantly feel Mrs.Potter's eyes on my back with every simple conversation, every little move. It might have been out of interest, but I soon found myself hating her, and it was only my second day there. I wished constantly for a peace at mind, to finally let go and relax, something I haven't been able to do for a long time.

So I wondered their forest.

Dressed in my eggshell white nightgown with my dark green cloak over my shoulders, I drew the hood over my hair to protect myself from the Christmas chill. I almost felt illegal placing my bare feet against the cool earth. The leaves crackled and the twigs snapped under the thick treetop coverings as I floated as a ghost above them.

I gave myself to the night.

The deep thick air filled my lungs, the stars dimmed from the trees became my light, I became almost animal walking that forest. The light wind sent me shivering while whipping the edges of my cape around my body. Performing a simple warming spell I engulfed my self in warmth before undoing it, realizing I preferred the natural chill. I was a simple mouse in the night. No place to go, no place to be I just floated over the earth's floor which was lightly kissed with an early snow. Thoughts drifted through my head as the night slowly revealed the moon's radiance. At its full glimmering self, it lit up the forest like none other while playing peek-a-boo with the heavy clouds.

I begun to shiver, however, I did not feel cold. All of a sudden the night was too quiet, and too mysterious. In my trembling, I turned towards the house, my frolics in the night over with as the atmosphere seemed to have a more dangerous feel. I turned to look behind my self as my feet clumsily broke twigs and created their own music. Something else was out here. It felt as if Mrs. Potter was watching me again, however, this time murderously. My white night gown seemed to float across the ground as I picked up my pace just to see the moon slip behind a cloud yet again. Something snapped in my wake. Feeling a bit paranoid I pushed on until I was certain there was something alive behind me. My nightgown caught on a bush and I ripped it free in haste, my gown swirling around my body. My heart seemed to stop as I whipped my cape around my shoulders turned on my toes and shouted "lumos!"

The forest lit up as the bushes rustled, and from the way they were shaking I could tell it was a large beast that occupied it. I had my wand ready, as cool sweat begun protrude from my forehead. I could envision my Uncle joking with my father, "No matter where Lily goes, trouble seems to follow."

"Show your self!" I demanded, scaring my self with the unknown. Okay, so I can not die from an attack, but only if I sacrificed myself for someone. That knowledge still did not mute the terror in my heart. To my relief and surprise, a giant stag slowly moved into the clearing, white steam rising from his nose soundlessly. He was simply beautiful.

"Ohh……." I awed in pleasure. To my surprise the stag slowly came closer to me, hesitantly placing one foot before another. The gigantic antlers were soon before me, and his soft coat illuminated by my light as it looked me in the eye. Suddenly it nudged me as if it wanted to be petted, and I complied. It rubbed up against my body, friendly, while I patted its forehead. "You are darling." I spoke softly, if to not scare it. That seemed to egg the creature on as it slowly lifted its head to look me directly in the eyes. I gazed in a frozen trance as our eyes met... there was something oddly familiar in the stag's eyes.

Suddenly our gaze broke, as a howl erupted in the distance. Werewolf. The stag immediately stiffened as my heart begun to pound. Oh to live eternity as a werewolf! There was nothing more frightening in the world at that moment other then the very thought of it. The creature begun to nudge me in a direction towards the thinning forest area, as if reading my mind. Quickly taking the hint I followed the path he had chosen for me. Hastening into a jog that immediately turned into a run as the howling came closer... and still yet closer. Oh how my dear heart beat so. It was simply dreadful, my gown bellowing out behind me, lapping the air as if I was falling down the very shaft of hell. And finally we were there, into an opening as if we were braking the surface of the ocean after a near drowning. As soon as I counted my blessings, however, I tripped, and embraced a new feeling of pain. It wasn't as painful as past vices shaking my body in nightmares, and then was quickly forgotten. Perhaps it was forgotten even more promptly as I finally made eye contact with that bloody werewolf from across the open lawn.

Only James's house would they have a bloody werewolf prowling out doors at night. The monster caught a glimpse of me and I froze, knowing I was doomed. The creature prowled towards me as my friendly stag tried to urgently push me towards freedom, towards shelter. I did not budge. Transfixed I closed my eyes, threw back my head, and open my arms with out hesitation to my fate as all emotion left me. I felt immortal, I felt as if I was the only fire in the world, as if no matter what happened I would be alright. That was the first time in my life I gave in and the most peculiar thing happened. Beyond words, beyond faith, and beyond sight. As the swirling of color stopped and I opened my eyes, I starred directly into those of a werewolf.

Authors Note: sorry for that wait, no excuses can be made for my laziness. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter In Lily Evans life, and take pleasure out of how much I torture my characters, it's quite fun at times, I must admit. Please review, you owe this update to everyone who has pestered me, and even more so who continuously shoved me to write. Alix, yeah, I think you caused me to finish it tonight. Thank you for reading! And if you want more, review!