Chapter Two-

A/N- Eeks… yes, yes, I know… I updated this a bit late… but the problem with AL (like SLYLE) is that most of my ideas take place in the near future, meaning this story has a developing plot (boy does it have a plot), but I just neat to work out the couple of chapters that happen to bridge over to that plot! SO THAT'S ALL FOR THE PRE-STORY A.N! PLEASE READ THE ONE AT THE END if you'd be so kind:)

To Whom It May Concern- My pen name is made up from my nick name and my last name's first initial! Not an actors name or anything, I'm way to self conceited to make a pen name out of anything else:)

Thanks to Purplereader for asking!

This year had been beyond difficult for Lily Evans. The most painful, strenuous, horrific experience one could more or less ever face. Only she never cared to let anyone truly know that. She was never one to show too much of her emotions- she wasn't weak like that. She had more control.

But now she realized the difference- knows better that it wouldn't be weak- but actually trying to act strong under the situation made her more or less weak.

She got the letter on a stormy October morning- the week before Halloween. Maybe to the Deatheaters it seemed like a seasonal time to raid a Muggle town.

Until then most attacks on and near the Muggle world were more condensed, easier for the Ministry to cover up.

Building that unexplainably fell down,- memories were cleared and it seemed that the architect never realized the instability of the foundation.

"It appeared out of nowhere, it did. A gust of wind or a black cloud…. I think it could've been a twister, but I didn't think we got twisters here. So anyways it sent all these people up to the sky backwards and everything and they just stayed up there spinning."

"And when exactly did this twister start." A Muggle relations specialist asked the witness.

"Well something else weird was happening. These people were walking around in black cloaks- hoods over their heads and everything and pointed these stick pole-things forward. Must've been protesting something or something like that."

"Very true," the Ministry official nodded before pointing his own wand and wiping and speaking clearly, "Obliviate."

A serial killer on the loose in down-town London. Thirteen similar unexplained deaths, all of what seemed to be of people who kept to themselves. None of the neighbors seemed to be witness to the crime and when the police investigated the crime scene was spotless. No problem there has been serial killers before, and many other unsolved crimes. And anyways, after July whoever it was seemed to be behind the killings stopped and so did the headlines. Maybe it was some gang thing. Those thirteen people happened to be some of the most prominent in the wizarding world, and to the Ministry the cause of death wasn't too much of a mystery- Avada Kedavera could do that.

But this time it was different. Terrible destruction throughout the village- it seemed like they were looking for something in particular, what exactly the Ministry never figured out. Well the ministry not finding out was no surprise, they shut their eyes to whatever they wanted to, but even Dumbledore didn't have a pinpointed idea either. But he had many different ideas though, like usual. Thirty Muggle deaths. The aurors never saw it coming… in advance. And when they showed up the major destruction was done- on the most part anyways, or as Lily was slightly selfishly (though she tried her best not to be) concerned her part of the misfortune was complete.

We regret to inform you of the death of your parents (Adam Christopher Evans and Evelyn Duke Evans) in a Deatheater attack…

That's what that letter said.

But Lily doubted they cared. Just another tally on their list of the casualties. Well maybe the people in charge cared and regretted that there were more deaths, what would the public think? They were supposed to control this stuff… but no one really cared.

Just another Muggle, wizards never cared too much for the magic-bloodless.

But her whole world just more or less fell apart then and there. She didn't believe it… how was this happening? No, no, no… this couldn't be true. But she knew it was, and her whole life scattered and she felt so helpless.

There was no use for tears… and she didn't have the ability to do so either when she read that at breakfast that day. Screaming wouldn't even express a hundredth of the pain she felt.

She just needed to get out of the room- get out of the Great Hall with it's laughing-gossiping-chatting crowd. And run away from that room is exactly what she did.

Lily was popular in enough at Hogwarts.

She had many acquaintances and no one ever really despised Miss Evans, heck even some of the Slytherins thought she was bearable (very foreword thinking for Slytherins) and she was lucky enough to have some beyond close friends who would take her through this with ease and help her with the pain.

But they never realized what was really hurting her, how could they? Especially considering that she never let them know.

She was fine, really, she was just fine.

But that couldn't be further from the truth- she had to let it out… the pain… using it as a drive to keep striving for some way to train eventually stop him alone was not enough.

And in a way the least likely person to ever be supportive and helpful to Lily Marie Evans, the least likely to ever be able to bring anything more then a migraine was the one who ended up helping her. A messy ebony haired least likely someone.

And slowly as the year went on James Potter became from an enemy to someone she considered a bearable acquaintance, to a truly good friend, to even more.

He helped her in so many more ways then possible but it would bring more pain to remember those now. And she wouldn't be arrogant enough to go and say that she did too, but if truth be told she too was very important to him this year.

And he claimed a place in her life- her heart.

He may just know her better then her best friend does and with that maybe he was even closer then Mackenzie.

In a different way…

Yes, it was true. Beyond what she would have thought her other six years she's met him.

Beyond all the pranks and pestering….

Beyond the hate that used to bubble inside of her after every conversation…

Beyond the annoying immature, self-centered, toe rag and prat he used to be- she now loved him.

What type of love- she wasn't sure, but she felt so close to him, she regarded him as one of the most important people to her, and she truly cared about him.

She knew well enough that he cared about her too… but not in that way.

But of course that would be stupid to think of right now.

He used to nag her back in fifth year for a date and still to this day said suggestive-witty-pathetic remarks.

But things were different between them now.

And besides now there was nothing to be done about it, with the ministries new rule.

The one about aurors…

It was needless and a total nonsense created by the Ministry of Magic once again to try and claim to the public that progress is being made.

Once again why would they care what would happen to the welfare- emotionally of their newest enrollments, who in turn may end up kicking the bucket sooner then later? The over enthusiasm of young people ready to make a difference has been abused many times in history, this just adds to the grand total.

It was beyond thick to think that anyone could stay alone in the world or stop any emotion from happening. It looked well enough on paper… perfect equation for a soldier… but in reality it was unreasonable and overly undoable.

But, she had to comply. She just had to. Since she started Hogwarts as a Muggle-born first year she realized that there was something amiss- and since she realized what was truly happening that righteous side in her that she would never be able to tame wanted to do whatever could be possible to stop those who insisted on calling themselves better because of bloodlines. And struggling against Voldemort just seemed to fit into what she wanted to fight- especially now. He killed her parents. That was enough, if she was passionate about before, now it was beyond revulsion or revenge… it was more or less vengeance.

And as much as she would hate to think about it… she couldn't let her best chance to do such disappear because of something that could, but most likely wouldn't be…

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A/N- YIKES! Well there finally goes Lily's perspective… we didn't get to hear that yet, huh? Well I KNOW it wasn't very good… sry! I tried to make it goodish… but it will take a chapter or two until we work into some real plot process! YAY! Well I hope it wasn't too confusing… and don't worry many of the unexplained nonsense will be gotten to! Feel free to ask any questions about any confusion! Also… there will be more flashbacks if that's okay (like why they didn't stay friends etc.)… so does anyone not like flashbacks… Also- I take suggestions if anyone would like to leave any in a review- but I have a slight idea of the next chapter etc crosses finger!

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TajM