Story title: I lost myself early on
Summary: Lily Evans lived a very sad life, and she grew a permanent sickness that even her closest person to a mother couldn't even mend. Maybe a certain marauder could, but would she even let him get close enough?
Disclaimer: I don't own any character you recognize here. They're all J.K.R.'s creations.
Author's notes:
I know I shouldn't be writing a new story, but this idea popped randomly. I'm really sorry.
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I've always felt alone. Without comfort, without freedom, without me. I really don't know what happened. Ever since my mother died, I lost everything.
My father became a drunk, my sister grew too much pride, and I, just lost it. I never talked again. I can't even remember the sound of my own voice. I barely ate much. I never met anyone around our village. Nothing. I was blank.
Our housemaid, Lucy, grew worried for me. She took care of me ever since my mom died. I was three by then. She substituted everything my mother would have done for me. But I never responded. Nothing she could have done made me live a good life.
My father always abused me, my sister always ordered me around and nothing could have saved me. I fell into a world of nightmares, and I can't stand up to revive myself. My situation had gotten worse, and Lucy was the only one who cared.
I'm sitting on my bed, with Lucy brushing my red hair. I turned eleven just yesterday, and only Lucy remembered. My mother would have, if only she was here.
It was almost ten pm and Lucy's night routine was about to end. She put down the brush and kissed my cheek.
"Good night Lily, sweet dreams." she said softly and she left the room. A tear fell down my face. My green almond shaped eyes began brimming with tears.
I finally thought that yesterday, after eight years of waiting, hope would come. Yet again, I was wrong. Maybe after another year, someone would save me.
I slid down my bed and stared out the window. I saw a space. An endless space, and that space was empty. Just like me. I closed my eyes and dreamt what I have always dreamed ever since I was three. My mother.
I was awoken by Lucy shaking me softy.
"Lily! You've got a letter from my previous school! You've got a letter from Hogwarts! Lils, you're a witch!"
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FOUR YEARS LATER
"Faster Lily, you don't want to miss the train now do you?" exclaimed Lucy as we got out of her car and ran towards the platform 9 and 10.
I stopped there and looked at Lucy, who was looking very excited.
"Lils, you're a fifth year alredy! Good luck and remember, owl me!" exclaimed Lucy and she disappeared in the crowd.
I stared at the wall between platform nine and ten and ran towards it. Within a second, I was inside Platform nine and three quarters. I smiled inwardly and hurried off to find a compartment.
I immediately found one, and I stowed my trunk in with great difficulty. I sat down and took out a book I love to read before our ride starts.
Nothing much about me changed. I'm still that red haired, green eyed girl who can't seem to find her voice. Yep, I still don't talk, and I'm not proud of it.
You may ask how I could survive through each school years without talking. Well, I don't communicate with others, so they just seem to think that I am very quiet. As for transfiguration and charms, I've grown quite accustomed to quiet spells. Non-verbal actually. It means to say that I can perform spells just by thinking of it, and not entirely speaking. So that means I really don't need a wand, but I do grow stronger with my wand.
Even though I don't talk, my schoolmates are really thick. They just see me as a girl with red hair and green eyes who manages to destroy her social life all life long.
I've grown a stupid title. I don't care at all. Remember four years ago when I was sitting in my bed, hoping someone would save me?
Well, Hogwarts did save me from a lot of misery, but not entirely. The deep wounds that have been planted on me earlier have not been healed, but the shallow ones have been.
It's a good thing Lucy is still our maid, or else no one would have taken care of me at home. Lucy is like a mother to me now, but ever since I got that letter, my father abused me more, my sister annoyed me more, but Lucy and I grew closer to each other.
I felt the train begin to move and I looked out my window. There stood a man, a woman and a little girl who was waving to someone inside the train. The little girl was crying, and all I remembered of her was that she has a dimple on her left cheek when she smiles. I know that when I was young, I always smiled, but since my mom died, I never smiled again.
Here's another year in Hogwarts. I hope my life would change this years, but then, all hope is gone, right?
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I know it's short, but it's just a start. If I get more than five reviews, I'll post again.
