Our story begins on a sunny day, in the house belonging to the parents of a Miss Lily Claire Evans. Lily is not a very pretty girl, and one could even go so far as to say she was ugly. One could also even go to say that underneath, she seemed as though she could possibly be pretty, but this girl obviously did not want to change this, and so, one would slowly forget about the beauty that lay beneath, and would see only the ugly.

She had red hair, which had a shade of orange to it, which was rather bushy, but slowly becoming curly. She had very pretty green eyes, but these, alas, where hidden. She wore thick glasses, and had thick eyebrows. She was on the shorter side, and had a terrible problem with pimples. She had an alright figure, but she swamped it, by wearing ugly, large clothes.

Lily Evans had very different dreams to most other girls at Hogwarts. While most of the girls dreamed of being with James Potter (only the hottest and coolest guy at her school) she dreamt of being beautiful. She knew that she could most likely become beautiful, but she wished to be first accepted for who she was, not what she looked like. She also dreamt of somehow changing the world, for better, and to rid the world of evil. She wanted to become an auror, and most of all, she wanted no one to hate her, for she was one of the sweetest girls you could ever meet.

At the present time, Lily was lying on her bed, in her room at number 4 Privet Drive. She had the smallest bedroom of the house, but she was happy. She preferred small spaces. The petite witch was thinking about the people at her school. All of them were polite enough to her, she supposed - except one. James Potter. At the thought of his name, Lily's green eyes turned dark with anger. He ridiculed her, and played many pranks on her, and she had never done anything to him. In fact, she probably kept one of his darkest secrets.

James Potter was an animagius, an illegal one too.

Lily Evans was going into her fourth year of Hogwarts. It was her school holidays at the time being though, and she was about to get a nasty shock.

'LILY,' her mother yelled up the stairs, 'COME AND HELP WITH TEA. I WANT YOU TO PEEL SOME POTATOES.'

Lily groaned. She HATED peeling potatoes. She had had a bad accident as a child which she never talked about – ever. This was the reason that she hated peeling, and wished that there wasn't a law insisting young wizards couldn't use magic until they were eighteen, as her mother always ordered her to peel potatoes when there was something that she wanted Lily to do that wasn't as bad but nearly She thunked down the stairs. As she was walking through the kitchen door, she called out to her mum. 'Do I REALLY have to peel them, you know I hate it?'

Her mother turned and looked at her, and gave an evil grin. 'Ok, ok you don't have to, but can you promise to do one thing for me?'

'Anything, just please NO potatoes.' Lily's mum started whispering in her ear.

Lily turned white and begged her mother not to, but her mother only said "You said anything but potatoes!"