Perri: The day I turn Lily into a "supermodelbitch" is the day I die. I'm trying to avoid all Lily-stereotypes in this, and create a new view of her. She's not going to become a supermodelbitch, education-centric Hermione figure, Hogwarts whore, Snape's lover, secretly obsessed withJames,or anything like that. She is going to be Lily; one hundred percent pure Lily. Glad to find someone else who's sick of all the Lily-cliches!

Phaidra: Glad you like it! I'm going to try and update FGCS sometime either this month, or next month. I know it's been forever since I've written for it! I'm going to try to pick it back up soon.

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March 1977

Oh, no! Oh, no no no no no! Why? Why me? Why now?

Today during Transfiguration, Dumbledore stepped into the room. Everyone fell silent, we all knew what this meant: someone had lost a friend or relative. Who would it be this time?

"Minerva, I would like to speak with Lily Evans and James Potter, please."

Oh goh no! Wait…Dumbledore has never called two people out before. Maybe there wasn't a death, I thought.

As James and I collected our books Dumbledore added "And Sirius Black, I would like for him to come to."

What in the world did Dumbledore need with James, Sirius, and I? James and Sirius often got pulled out of classes to receive punishment for something they had pulled off. Why was I with them this time? My mind was racing.

"Ton Tongue Toffee,"(1) Dumbledore said as we reached the gargoyle statue. The gargoyle sprang to the side to reveal a staircase spiraling upwards. At the top was Dumbledore's office. It was a large, round room, very cluttered, and filled with several portraits of previous headmasters and headmistresses. Dumbledore conjured up three cushioned chairs. "Please, have a seat," he said as he took his seat behind his desk.

James began talking at once. "Professor! If this has anything to do with the doxies in Professor Binns' room, I swear, Sirius and I had nothing to do with it!"

Yeah right, I thought, with a disbelieving smirk.

Sirius noticed the smirk and took it the wrong way. "Evans!" He said, shocked, "Did you do it?"

"Evans?" James questioned, just as surprised at the thought, "How? You've never done anything like that!" He turned back to Dumbledore, "Professor! If Evans did it, why are Sirius and I here? Do you thing we helped her?"

"I would have loved to have helped!" Sirius exclaimed, "Congratulations, Evans! How come you didn't ask us to help?"

If it had been anyone else, I would have laughed. Since it was James and Sirius, I was annoyed. "Why in the world would you think that I would do something like that?" I asked, with a tone that was probably a little too harsh. I rolled my eyes and looked at Dumbledore.

I could tell that if he wasn't so tired and his eyes weren't so full of sorrow from all the recent events, he would have been laughing at the situation. "Professor, why are we here?" I asked calmly.

Dumbledore sighed as if he didn't want to have to tell us. "James, I know you and Sirius didn't put the doxies in Professor Binns' room. The culprit has already been identified. The reason you three are here is because there was a double attack last night…"

Oh no!

"…Miss Evans, Mr. Potter, I'm sorry; you both lost your parents."

OH NO! My head began screaming again.

The room was silent for a minute. "My sister?" I finally managed to whisper.

"Your sister is perfectly fine, Miss Evans. She is staying with some friends of hers. It will take a while for her to get over the shock and through the mourning, but I have every confidence that she will."

I nodded, on the verge of tears.

"Professor," James asked with a surprisingly shaky voice, "Where will we stay?"

Then it hit me: I had nowhere to go. How could I expect any of my friends or relatives to understand about Hogwarts? Anna had already lost her parents, so I couldn't stay with her. I lost control; I began sobbing and shaking.

James and Sirius remained silent. Sirius! Why was he here? He hadn't lost his parents? As if my mind had been read, the question was answered immediately.

"I'm not going back to my parents," Sirius said tonelessly, "I ran away and stayed with James this summer. I'm not going back, no one can make me."

Why did Sirius run away? I thought, what's wrong with his family? I know his younger brother is a brat. He is a second year in Slytherin, and though I have had few encounters with them, I can tell he thinks himself to be superior to me. I figure it's a Black trait. That's all I know about his family though.

Through my tears I noticed James looking at me uncertainly; as if he wanted to comfort me, but was unsure of how I would react. I also saw the look of someone who needs to be comforted, but is unsure of how to get it. I know James has liked me since second year, and I've never been able to stand him, but somehow, as we briefly looked into each other's eyes, I felt as if there was a strong connection between us.

Then James turned back to Dumbledore, and asked again, "Where will we stay?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath. "We are going to keep Hogwarts open during the summer for students who need a place to stay. Several faculty members have volunteered to stay to take care of those who need a place to be."

"Can I…" Sirius began, but he didn't seem to be able to finish.

"Yes, you may stay here too. I know about your family and have told the teachers. It was for this reason that I called you in here with Miss Evans and Mr. Potter."

Sirius' face relaxed some and he nodded, "Thank you, Professor," he said quietly.

I had to stop crying. I had to get control over myself. There was so much I needed to know, and I would have no way of finding out if I couldn't talk.

"My sister," I choked out, "I want to see my sister."

"I knew you would, Miss Evans. The Ministry sent someone to her to explain how your parents were killed. I'm afraid she made it very clear that she doesn't want to see you."

Forget not crying, this was unbearable. My parents are dead; my sister wants nothing to do with me. What could be worse?

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I've gotten over the shock of my parent's death. It still hurts, and I still cry at night sometimes, but the shock is over.

Dumbledore allowed the three of us a week from Hogwarts. We all attended both funerals. My parent's funeral was first. It was interesting to see the difference between Muggle and Wizard funerals.

James' parents seem to have been very lovely people from what I heard about them. I've actually grown closer to James and Sirius through this, something I never thought would happen.

Petunia made a point of ignoring me as much as she could. I wish she had let me talk to her. She seems to think that it's my fault, that if I weren't a witch, none of this would have happened. I'm not sure if that's true or not. Would Voldemort have killed my parents if I weren't a witch? Perhaps we have magic blood in us from generations ago; perhaps he would have come after my family anyway. James said she will probably get around to making contact with me eventually. I'm not so sure, once Petunia gets an idea in her head, it stays there, whether it's a good idea or not. I have a feeling that this will be the end of our relationship. I hope not though. I hope James is right, and I am wrong. However, we don't always get what we hope.

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(1) www(dot)knight2king(dot)net A website for a very interesting theory about the significance of the Chess Game in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone. Part of the theory is that Professor Dumbledore is actually Ron Weasley using a Time Turner. There is plenty of evidence to support the theory. If this is true, then Dumbledore would have known what a Ton Tongue Toffee was. The Website is very interesting, and I encourage you to visit it!