The Makings of Destiny
By: NM Rizzuto aka Gremlin15
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, therefore, Lily, James, Sirius, Emmeline, Dorcas,Remus, Hestia, Peter, and many last names are not mine. Some characters, such Paula, Kerina, and McClaggen are mine. No events in this story were created solely off of my imagaination. In other words, everything that seems familiar was written by, or is related to the world created by, one JK Rowling, and I do not wish to infirm on any copyrights by creating this story for my sole enjoyent. All chapter names and any quotes found in chapters were said from either Napoleon or Winston Churchill.
Summary: Before there was Harry, there was Lily and James. Lily never expected to do anythign great in life. She just wanted to live her life. To have some fun. But sometimes, just sometimes, the most unsuspecting person is the main character in the shaping of the Destiny of the world. Sometimes the world's fate really is in the palm of your hand. Lily is about to find all this out. LilyJames MWPP fic.
Chapter One: Truth Alone Wounds
It was the first day of the summer before my seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I was having an absolute horrid day. My parents had died, murdered at the hand of Voldemort, the darkest wizard of my time, the previous autumn, only two months after I had start my sixth year. After their deaths, my older sister, Petunia, moved out of the house, complaining bitterly of the darkness magic had placed on her life. She never was a strong person, and after my parents' deaths, she lost her awe and amazement of magic, the things she once found so wonderful was the thing she now hates the most. And I, her sister, the reason she knows of magic, I have been left alone and broken. She no longer wants me, or anything to do with me. And so, I was alone in this house, working all summer at the local bookstore so I will have enough to pay for food and taxes. My parents' small fortune, amounting to about nine hundred thousand pounds, was currently being used to support myself and my kitten, Resistenza. I was able to pay off the taxes for that year, and since the mortgage was paid, I'd probably have enough money to pay off the taxes for a few more years, until I could support myself alone, as long as I kept a summer job for food and clothing purposes.
At the moment, I was trying to think of a happier moment, and Hogwarts always seemed to be popping up, as did James Potter's face. James has had this major crush on me since fifth year, but I found him terribly annoying and arrogant. I wasn't quite sure why I always thought of him when I thought of happiness, maybe it was because he was always there when I was happy.
For example, in first year, right before the sorting, I was terrified. I was so afraid the hat would bust out laughing and tell me I didn't belong there. James cracked a joke about how he had been preparing for a troll wrestling tournament because his father told him that was the admittance test. I was instantly relieved that a pure-blood was also anxious about the sorting, and I calmed down considerably.
Then in second year, the bastard Malfoy and his cronies Snape and the Lestrange boys, were criticizing my blood. I was so close to hexing them, but I really didn't want to get in trouble. Luckily, James just happened to be around the corner. He threatened to tell Malfoy Senior, Malfoy's father, that his son was associating with a muggle born if he didn't leave me well enough alone. Lucius paled considerably and walked away. James helped me up off the rock I was sitting on, and while I tried to be mad at him for blackmail, I just couldn't help but be thankful.
Then, in third year, I had finally made the Quidditch Team. I had tried out the previous year, but I hadn't made it. That year, I was made reserve chaser, not very important, but I was just happy to make the team. I did think that the Captain pitied me, but I didn't mind that much.
Then Emmeline, Emma, my best friend who was always really good at Quidditch and was one of the chasers, fell from her broom and I had to play chaser in the playoffs. I was really scared, and James, upon realizing this, took me out to practice the day before the game. He charmed the quaffle to fly away from me and by the end of the night, I was actually pretty decent. We won that game and I scored thirty out of the seventy points scored before the snitch was caught.
In fourth year, Emma, Hestia, and the rest of my crew were royally pissed at James because he refused to go out with Emma. James said he didn't want to date her and drop her, he said he didn't really like her that way, and that she meant too much to him for him to hurt her. While he may have been mad at Emma and the rest, he was perfectly civil and considerate towards me. In fifth, he would go out of his way to make me laugh, to make me scream, to make me feel anything at all. My parents had divorced the previous summer, and I was very numb and cold. Somehow, whether it be in a positive or negative light, James was able to arouse emotion within me. He kept me sane that year.
Last year, after hearing about my parents' deaths. James sent me flowers and a note saying he knew how it felt. James' uncle and aunt, who were so very much like a second mother and father to him, had died in our third year, but at least he still had his real parents. James had found me lying on the Common Room couch, crying my eyes out, at two am. He pulled me into a hug and let me just lay there as he stroked my hair comfortingly. Of course, when I came to my senses I was thoroughly embarrassed, but at the time it felt very nice to have someone who cared that much.
I never really hated James, yes, I found his demeanor a bit irritating at times, but I didn't dislike him. He was just too, complex for me, different. It was this that made me fall for him. As much as I hated to admit it then, I loved James Potter with all of my heart. The only reason I never said yes when he would ask me out was the lack of sincerity in his voice when he asked, the nonchalance of his pleas. It was as if he only asked me out of habit, or because I was the only girl he couldn't get. I loved James, despite his faults, but I wanted him to genuinely love me back before he asked me out.
I slowly stood up from the kitchen table and walked over to the kitchen sink. I splashed some of the water on to my face and took a deep breath. Stenza looked up at me with her big brown eyes and let out a soft meow as if she were trying to comfort me. I scooped her up and carried her up the steps; it was time to ready myself for another day.
After taking a shower, I brushed my long, auburn tinted red hair back into a pony tail and applied mascara to my emerald green eyes. I then pulled on a pair of jeans and a white spaghetti strapped shirt. I grabbed my keys and apparated ((thank God those tests were taken this year, there was no way in hell I was going to walk the three miles to the bookstore)) to the back of the bookstore. Mrs. Figg, the lady who owned the bookstore, was a squib, so she said that as long as no one else found out, it would be alright for me to apparate to work.
I stood up, flattened my hair, and put on a false smile; it was going to be a long day.
One month later, I found myself staring blankly at the wall in front of me. It was a Sunday, and seeing as I had nothing better to do, I figured I would take a trip to Diagon Alley. I hadn't received my letter yet, and I was half hoping it would come that day. I got up and showered. Sure enough, when I came back out, one of the many school owls was pecking incessantly at my window.
"Hello, dear," I said as I untied the owl's letter. A loud clink was heard and I gasped in surprise as I stared at the cause of the noise. The Head Girl badge had just fallen out of my Hogwarts letter. I was the new Head Girl! I couldn't believe it! I couldn't wait to tell my mother-
Wait, I thought to myself, Mum's dead. Silver tears threatened to spill out, but I had come to the conclusion two weeks ago that I had cried quite enough tears. I sat down on my bed and read my letter.
Dear Miss Lily Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as the Hogwarts' Head Girl for the 1976-1977 school year. You and the chosen Head Boy shall meet in the last compartment of the Hogwarts' Express on September 1st. Included is the course needs for your seventh year. Hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry
I scanned over the sheet and sent the owl on its way. Then I flooed over to Emmeline Vance, my best friend's, house. I had the floo system installed by Mrs. Figg's brother last week, and I was now very happy that she insisted I do so. I shouted the address after stepping into the flames and was instantly brought to a very familiar living room.
"Hello, anyone home?" I called out as I stepped away from the fireplace. Emma and I had spent most of our summers together, even before Hogwarts. Her mother and my mother had gone to the same primary school as children, Mrs. Vance was also a muggle-born, and Emma and I became fast friends. The only down side of visiting her house, which really wasn't a downside but I forced myself to believe it was, was that Emma lived next to James Potter. According to the grapevine, Sirius had moved in with James this summer, trying to escape his maniac, pureblooded, mugglephobic parents. Emma was probably out with them somewhere, but her parents should be home.
"Lillian dearest, is that you?" Mrs. Vance called from up the steps.
"Yes, Mrs. Vance, is Emma home?" I asked, sitting down on the couch.
"No, sorry sweetheart, she just went to James'. They're going to Diagon Alley. She was going to invite you, but I thought you would want to be alone-" Mrs. Vance replied as she came down the steps.
"Oh, I'm uh...I'm gonna go to James' and find them," I said as I got up, "If I'm quick I'll catch up with them." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and ran out of the house, across the street, and up James' steps.
I knocked on the door a few times before it was opened. "L-Lily?" James stuttered. I smiled sadly and nodded, "Come...come in."
I gave James a good look over. He seemed taller, his black, untamed hair was a bit longer and he seemed more muscular. But there was something wrong; it was as if, "Is everything alright?" I asked, not believing I actually allowed myself to seem like I cared.
"Not...not really," James confessed. He seemed so weak, so helpless, I wanted so badly to just give him a hug, "M-my father is dead. He was on...on a mission last night and-and he was hurt. We just received the owl. Emma, Sirius, and mum are in the kitchen..."
I couldn't help it anymore. I gave him a small hug, "I'm so sorry James," I whispered before letting go. We walked into the kitchen side by side. Emma smiled sorrowfully when she saw me, tears streaming down her face. I felt so helpless, it took a tremendous amount of pain to make Emma cry. I knew how close she was to the Potters, even after the fight in fourth year, and I knew how much pain she must have been feeling. Sirius had an arm wrapped protectively around her, but I dismissed it as an act of comfort. Sirius, too, had tears flooding over his eyes. His expression mirrored that of James. It was then that I realized that they really were brothers, blood didn't matter. Mrs. Potter came over to me and gave me a hug. I didn't know the woman that well, even when James would hang out with Emma and I, we really didn't see Mrs. Potter. I gave her a warm hug and offered my condolences. She just smiled and said, "Thank you Lillian dear."
"W-why don't you sit down and I'll make tea?" I suggested. I walked over to the stove and poured water into the teapot, which instantly boiled. After the tea was made, I cut some coffee cake waiting on the counter and brought it over along with milk and sugar. I passed out the cups and poured the tea. Then I passed out the cakes and sat down.
"How have you been, Lily?" Emma asked, trying to lighten the mood. Of course, she must have forgotten about my parents in all that had happened.
"I've been getting by, same old, same old," I replied, trying to smile.
"Oh...oh Lily, I forgot. I guess we're in the same boat, aren't we?" James asked as he stirred his tea and milk.
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, not willing to point out that he still had my mother.
James, reading my mind said, "At least I still have me mum, knock on wood." Mrs. Potter smiled and excused herself, leaving us teenagers to comfort each other.
"So...um, have you received your letters yet?" I asked.
"Yes," Sirius and Emma chorused while James said "No."
"I wonder why," I said in response to James' lack of letter. Since he didn't have his, we decided to just stay home and hang out. Eventually, James and Emma convinced Sirius and I to go flying. I, not having a broomstick, was stuck sharing James'. Not that I minded, not in the least, it was just a bit awkward.
That was the day I realized that Voldemort was a sadistic bastard, that not even purebloods were safe. It was also the day I realized that James was growing up, ad that I might just fall even more in love with him.