Disclaimer: The characters used in this story most come from JK Rowling's Harry Potter stories. I appreciate the chance to use them to write a story. My thanks to her for not banning them from being used. Thank you. This applies to all further chapters.
Plot Summary: In her final year at Hogwarts, the lonely Lily Evans is faced with anew challenge and a new fear. Slowly she begins to see the world through a new light, regaining her self-confidence, and finding a group of friends she could trust forever. This is told through the eyes of Lily Evans, and is not your average LJ fanfic. I try to keep to the main story as much as possible.
Rating: G/PG- Due to themes of paranormal, and some descriptive images of hurt and horror.
Author's Note: Although I try to update as often as I can, it is often hard, as I am in final year, to keep them consistent. All I request is a little patience. Thank You.
Prologue: On My Way
I, Lily Evans, was about to embark on my Seventh and final year at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. As both my parents were working, I was forced to catch a bus to King's Cross Station. I was a sight: with an empty owl cage (I was forced to send my owl, Anasuya, to fly there due to the policies of the muggle transport), and a rather large suitcase, with a shimmering 'Hogwarts- L.Evans' written on the top. Nonetheless, apart from the cold stares sent by numerous people on the bus, I had always managed to get to Kings Cross safely.
My years at Hogwarts had always been exciting. Although my lack of friends was often a cause of laughter amongst a certain group of girls in Gryffindor since fifth year, I was well respected by many, which had lead, I assume, to my appointment of Head Girl. Much to the surprise of my female peers, I had survived their immature torture, and continued living, even though my life now revolved around reading, and sending letters to an old muggle friend, my prefect duties, oh and of course, being asked out every other day, by a certain arrogant part, James Potter. The females had been my friends up until fifth year, but I had not actually been able fit in. I found that make-up, boys and clothing were not something I put value to, and was thus an outsider, who sheepishly followed their chattering group around. However, they had a mouth-watering desire to befriend Potter, and to 'try their luck' at gaining his 'love'. To them, my action of calling him a "bullying toerag" and other descriptive adjectives at the end of Fifth year, was horrific, and caused them to ignore me completely. Finally I had attained the chance for independence, and grasped it. No matter how many times they came back to seek my friendship once again (only due to the fact that Potter had not stopped pursuing me) I refused, and returned to my quiet life.
Overall, I would not say I was the happiest person alive, but I was quite content with the life I had. You reach a point when everything around you can't hurt anymore, but even so, you can still care. I was a 'carer' if one could call me so, and in this way I was inclined to hate James Potter and his "Marauder" counterparts, for the heartless 'pranking' they placed on every Slytherin member who passed by them. It was no wonder that the Slytherins hated Gryffindor so much. However, it was not like the Slytherins were the nicest people alive either. Certain groups of them had taken to picking on other members of the school community, and I had been called 'Mudblood' enough times as to dull the agony that the word was meant to have on me.
However, I do not assert that my life is entirely involved with James Potter- that is most definitely not truth. My life was and is about me, getting through the pain of Hogwarts, and fighting pain and anger. Brutality is not in my nature, but fighting with words is exceptionally exciting and exhilarating. You win a battle with the other person's mind, not only leave bright purple and blue bruises. You receive respect, and do not have to deal with the other's humiliation. War is folly- murder and skin-deep pain is all that comes out of it. It's so heavily pointless. I am not a hollow background who does nothing about the stupidity of half the members in Hogwarts. I do not let everything wash over me. I stand up for what I believe in, just not the humiliating way that Potter does it.
My future is significant reason that I am still alive. Ever since a second year Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, where Black started crying, I felt it was important to convince people that following the Dark Arts was not the right thing to do. I may not have ever liked Black, but compassion was something I certainly did not lack. I had decided then and there that I was to become an Auror, and attempt to convince 'Death Eaters' that Lord Voldemort was not as great as he pretended to be. This meant Auror training (in my case for defence purposes only) and 5 NEWT subjects, those being: Potions, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Arithmancy. I had a hard year ahead of me.
The cold streets of London passed by me, and the old terraced housing was a sight for everyone's poor eyes. Stop after stop, and not another Hogwarts student boarded, except a boy I believed was a new first year. I did not approach in case this my observations had deceived me. My thoughts drifted from school to home, thinking about leaving my parents once again to attempt to pay for my education, which I was sure they were finding very expensive. I felt so guilty. My thoughts drifted again to Petunia, who I was sure was bickering with Vernon, her newly found boyfriend, as to how horrible I was, and how much of a 'freak' I was. Either way, I felt remorse for her. I missed the days when things were easy among us, days when the sun used to shine and light up our faces. No, her jealousy had caused her to change. All I could do was hope that everything between us would someday sort itself out.
Finally we reached our destination, and with giant tug, I dragged the bag out of the bus, while holding my clattering empty cage in front of me. The boy that I had noticed earlier, was also indeed heading to Hogwarts. I approached him at the barrier between the platforms 9 and 10, and helped him to run through. I then assured his mother that I was Head Girl, and I would help him as much as possible. His mother, reassured, that because he was not white, he would not be tormented at school, left wiping her tears. I ran through the barrier, facing the great Hogwarts Express standing in front of me. It was good to be on my way again.
Author's Note: Sorry that this is so short and contains no conversation. This is like a prologue, giving you a guide into the way Lily feels. Further chapters will be much more exciting- I can assure you of that.
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