A/N: I wrote this so long ago i don't know what to say, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it, and I also regret to announce I am not JK Rowling.

After about a half hour of uncomfortable silence, a jingle signaled the arrival of yet another visitor. Looking towards the doorway, she saw Mr. and Mrs. Potter, and was very thankful that they had arrived early. After a few polite words, the family turned to leave.

"Well," said James, "Bye then."

"Yes, goodbye." Lily answered distractedly. She sat musing for a moment. This was surely not the James Potter she remembered. Perhaps he had an evil twin. No, that couldn't be right, the James Potter she knew was the evil twin. As she left the shop and began to walk back to her house, not looking forward to She allowed her memory to bring her back to the last time the two had spoken, at the end of term celebratory feast.

"Of course, Gryffindor would never have won if it hadn't been for my superb chasing at the final match against Ravenclaw," James was telling his best friends Sirius, Remus, and Peter, loudly enough that Lily, who was sitting a few seats down, was torn from her book to endure yet another of his bragging sessions.

"Don't be thick Prongs," Sirius replied, "If it hadn't been for that third year reserve seeker Barrington we would have been crushed. Bourke got ploughed in the first five minutes and there was no way you would seek."

"Yeah, whatever," James said nonchalantly. "I could've caught the snitch and played chaser at the same time."

"Wow mate, Evans was right about you, you are a regular braggart!" Remus offered, referring to the incident by the lake which had occurred about a week prior.

"Nah," James said, "Evans was just kidding around, she can't help it that she's secretly in love with me. Sometimes it gets to her and she is forced to pretend she hates me to keep herself from coming up and snogging me senseless right on the spot."

Lily, who had become increasingly furious as the conversation evolved, finally reached her breaking point, and said in a not-so-casual voice, "What was that Potter?"

James flinched slightly, but covered it up by responding in a suave tone, "I was just telling my good friends here about your undying affection."

"You misspoke, Potter," Lily said in a newly calm voice, "I think you meant to say 'affliction,' after all, that's what you are, a bloody disease I can't get rid of!"

"As if you wanted to…" James responded in a dreamlike tone, "After all, you are a lucky girl to be offered the chance to have this," he stood up and twirled, as if showing off everything he had to offer, "C'mon, why don't you go out with me? The least you could do is come out to the entrance hall with me; I know you have been dying to get a good snog in for a while."

At this, Lily had finally had all she could take. "You are unbelievable! Do I have to remind you every day how disgusting I find you? Can you not get it through your thick skull? Sorry, mate, but I don't even like you as a person! You are foul, loathsome, even worse than the Slytherins! I wouldn't be caught dead snogging with you, though I wouldn't put it past you to try! Maybe you can get your fat head around this, I am not interested!"

At this, Lily had stormed off to the deserted Gryffindor common room, but she stopped halfway up the stairs out of the entrance hall, for familiar were drifting up the stairwell.

"I just don't get her," James was saying in an angry, yet hurt, voice.

"Mate, you have never spoken a truer word." A voice answered, which, after careful deliberation, Lily decided belonged to Sirius.

"Am I as much of a prat as she makes me out to be?"

"Around Lily?" a slight pause, then, "Actually I think she is rather kind. Come on, you have been in love with her since, what? Third year? You are just trying to make her like you."

"She never will," James let out a deep sigh.

"You don't know that! Just be nice to her for once, don't be so degrading! Be yourself, and please, do not talk about quidditch." Sirius begged.

"I'll try. Next year, she won't know what hit her."

"That's what I'm talking about! Don't talk like that!"

"Alright, let's go."

Lily snorted, then realizing they were following her, she hurried up the stairs, hoping she would be able to get to the common room before they arrived.

Lily was finally pulled out of her thoughts when she approached her house, seeing that all of the lights were on. That's odd, she thought, for no one was due home until the next day. She proceeded to her front door, which was unlocked, and opened it, revealing a scene she never would have expected.

Her father lay, bound in tight coils, on the floor of the living room. Blood was pouring from a deep cut above his forehead, and his right leg was bent into a grotesque shape which couldn't be normal.

"Daddy?" she breathed, not fully comprehending the situation.

"Lily!" he exclaimed, "Leave now, run, go somewhere safe, just leave!" Lily, however, stayed frozen on the spot, not knowing what to do.

"Ms. Evans, how nice of you to join us," said a sneering voice, and moments later, a figure shrouded in black robes appeared out of the kitchen.

This can't be happening, Lily thought wildly, I'm safe, this is a muggle town, why would a Death Eater attack me

The figure suddenly conjured coils identical to those restraining Lily's father and Lily was forced against a wall, bound so tightly she was afraid to move for fear of the coils cutting into her skin.

"Now, Lily," the death eater said, in a slimy voice she recognized from somewhere, though she had no idea where, "Your father and I have just been having a little chat. You see, he knows far too much, and I simply cannot allow him to go on living, he may, although I can assure you he hasn't yet, pass this information on to you, which would be quite bad indeed." Glancing at the horrified look on Lily's face, the death eater continued.

"I arrived here with the full intention of killing your father right away, and then getting on with my duties. However, I thought it would be much more personal if you were here, and I was gracious enough to allow you to view your father's execution. I am not all bad, however, I will allow you to exchange final words, but I do pray you, get on with it, I have much to do and very little time to do it." Once again the death eater paused, then resumed speech.

"I'm not going to kill you Lily my dear, oh no, you are far too valuable to my Lord and his plans, but I can cause you a great deal of pain, so I suggest you begin, for my patience is running thin."

"Lily, listen to me," her father said quietly, while the death eater sat in the armchair, apparently amused. "I'm not going to act all noble and not take my last chance to talk to you. They do need you. He's going to let you go, he's not gong to kidnap you, but listen, you need to understand before you make your decision, go to Dumbledore, he will explain it to you. Don't cry Lily, I have known about this ever since you got your letter. I will be fine. I love you Lily. Dumbledore will explain everything to you. I love you, you are so special."

"I love you daddy…" Lily whispered.

"Ah, how sentimental," the death eater said sarcastically, "I have half a mind not to do what I came here to do… lucky the other half of my mind is sane…Avada Kedavra!" Lily watched the green light fly towards her father, and he closed his eyes peacefully before the jet hit him square in the chest, and he suddenly went limp. Lily bit her lip hard to keep herself from screaming, silent tears pouring down her cheeks.

With a pop, the death eater had disapparated, and Lily felt her binds loosen. Blood was trickling down her chin from biting her lip too hard, and she sank to the floor shaking, before she passed out.

"She's alive, isn't she?"

"Yes- she's alive, she's just passed out."

"How did this happen!"

"I don't know, ma'am, all I know is the ministry sent me here to sort this out, and that's what I am doing."

Lily stirred and opened her eyes to see her mother hovering above her looking immensely concerned, and a young man Lily didn't know, though he couldn't be older than twenty or twenty one, with a wand, who she supposed was a ministry official.

"Mother!" Lily cried as soon as she realized where she was, "They were here! They came, and they told me- oh Mother! Daddy's dead!"

"I know honey, sshh…" her mother brought her into a comforting hug, "I know." Lily was released from her mother's grasp, and she sank back against the wall.

"Lily?" the ministry wizard said carefully, "Can I ask you a few questions?" Lily just nodded, suddenly at a loss for words. The wizard held out his hand.

"My name is Gideon Prewett," he said slowly, as Lily took his hand and he shook her gently, "I work for the ministry, and I know this is hard for you, but I need you to tell me what happened." He paused, letting this sink in. "After that, I'm going to take you to see Dumbledore." Lily nodded again, and after a deep breath, told Gideon everything that had happened, watching her mother shake with dry sobs out of the corner of her eye.

"Thank you," he said, "Mrs. Evans, I hate to do this to you, but I really need to take Lily to see Dumbledore, will you be alright?"

"Yes, I will be fine, my mother is on her way, thank you," Rosemary said in a soft voice. Lily stood to see her father's corpse had been removed, and the living room looked quite normal, despite a haunted feeling, as if the presence of what had happened there in the past would never leave, and Lily couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

Gideon Prewett grabbed a pillow off of the sofa which was no longer comfy and inviting, and whispered "Portus," tapping it with his wand. "Grab on Lily. Three…two…one…" at once Lily felt something jerk somewhere in the region behind her naval. She was soaring through the air, and, as suddenly as it had begun, the sensation stopped, and she was lying in a heap on a cold, stone floor.

An aged hand appeared suddenly before her face, and Lily took it, allowing herself to be hoisted to her feet. Albus Dumbledore stood before her, gazing down at her in a grandfatherly fashion. "Ah, Lily," he said, "I am so sorry to hear about your father, I think you should come with me." He made his way down a narrow stone passageway and went through the door at the end, which revealed a small room, which Lily supposed was a makeshift office for Dumbledore.

"Professor?" Lily asked inquisitively, "Where are we?"

"We are at the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, Lily," Dumbledore answered, "But that, I will explain later, now, I think you need to read this." He handed her a thick letter, which simply said 'Lily' in her father's handwriting across the front. She opened it slowly and saw her father's loopy handwriting scrawled across the page, and as she began to read, silent tears poured once again down her face.

My Dear Lily,

If you are reading this, it means that I am no longer with you, at least in the physical world. I know it sounds strange, but I have probably been expecting this for awhile. I don't know how old you are as you read this, but I know as I write this you are eleven years old. You are so talented, so beautiful, and I think you are amazing, not only because you are a witch, but because you have the most beautiful soul I have seen in a person since long before you were born. In a couple of days, you will be boarding the train to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It seems so amazing to me, I never would have guessed it were possible. I am so sorry for the first eleven years of your life, I know I haven't always been there for you, but I am going to try hard to be there for you, your mother, and Petunia as long as I can.

As I said before, I have been expecting this attack for quite some time. I don't know how much Dumbledore has told you yet, but I am going to tell you what I know. You have a role to play in this war against Voldemort, a role that only you can fill. A time will come when you will have to make a very difficult decision, I cannot tell you what the decision is, and I cannot tell you what to do, but I can tell you a prophecy was made, and Dumbledore knows that the subject of the prophecy was you. The prophecy foretells an auburn haired girl entering Hogwarts, and something about the power of the Dark Lord. I don't really understand, but I suppose Dumbledore does. From what I do understand, a time will come when you will lose a family member you hold dear. Just know that I love you, and although I can't tell you which decision will be the right one, I know you will make it, because I know you, Lily, and I love you.

Love,

Daddy

Lily looked up at Dumbledore, he cheeks tearstained. "I'd like to hear the prophecy," she said simply.

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