Llef ylil yhw -By Yo-yo

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, although if Ms. Rowling would be so nice, she could at least send me to college!

A/N: I was re-reading "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" and I wondered what happened between Lily and Potter between year five and seven to make them come together. So here's my opinion, I hope you like it. R&R please.

Strawberry Lip Smacker:

"Hey Tuny," she called from the sitting room. "have you seen any of my books?"

"Which ones?" the reply came from the kitchen.

Upturning the tan cushions of the davenport, she called back, "The Standard Book of Spells 5 and 6."

Dropping down to her hands and knees, she surveyed the area beneth the couch before deciding it was a lost cause. As she stood up, she turned around in just enough time to see her sister stomp into the room and involuntarily cringe at the mess she'd made.

To anyone who'd laid eyes on her, Petunia Evans was definitely her dad's daughter. She looked just like him: long and skinny with sharp angles everywhere. Everything about her was long, narrow and angular. From her sharply chiseled face, to her slightly upturned nose. From her dangling limbs to her craning neck. The only thing about her that wasn't long and angular was her short, burnt umber tresses, feathered back to resemble Farrah Faucet's hair in "Charlie's Angels."

In contrast, Lillian Evans was the epitome of her mother. They were both built like dancers: long, thin and lithe. Her features were softened, her movements graceful. There were only two features that she didn't share with her mother. One were those famous Evans' eyes; green, with tiny flecks of blue, gold and brown surrounding the pupil. The other was her red hair. She had just past shoulder length, deep red hair.

Although Lillian and Petunia hardly looked alike, you could spot some very acute similarities. They both had light splashes of freckles that danced across their porcelain skin and they were both tall. And they both shared those green eyes that seemed to pierce whomever they were looking at with an intensity so great, that the person became undone. When they were younger, their eyes were identical. But as they grew older, their eyes seemed to evolve to reflect their personalities. Lillian's eyes had softened, reflected her ever-intensifying kindness; Petunia's eyes grew beady, exhibiting her incessant curiosity.

"Damn it Lily," she groaned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I though you were talking about 'Pride and Prejudice' or 'Romeo and Juliet!'"

"Sorry, but I was studying last night and I seemed to have misplaced them."

"Typical," she muttered under her breath as she watched her sister unceremoniously replace a cushion.

"You shouldn't leave that stuff hanging around," she said aloud, so her little sister could hear.

"Why? You afraid that dashing young chap- Peter will see it? Afraid he'll discover that your little sister doesn't actually attend that boarding school in France, but instead, she is actually a witch-in-training?" Lily grinned.

Petunia's face grew red in what Lily couldn't tell was anger or embarrassment.

"Well, 'Romeo and Juliet' is over-rated anyway," she continued, "But if you help me find those books, I'll let you borrow my Strawberry Lip Smacker for you date tonight!"

"And you'll clean up this room?" Petunia asked.

That was one of the differences between Tuny and Lily; Tuny was a clean freak, and Lily's whole world was in disarray. It was amazing how that worked because Lily was a perfectionist. She expected her homework to be turned in neatly; she was known to throw out any piece of parchment with so much as a smudge in the corner. But for some reason, Lily preferred a mess to surround her, maybe to balance things out.

"What?" Lily asked, glancing around the room, "This room is fine!"

"It looks as if a cyclone burst through here."

Lily's eyes narrowed mischievously as a smirk curled her lips, "I could conjure one."

"Lily!" Tuny gasped, cringing at the thought of magic.

Another difference between the two girls was their feelings on magic. When Lily had received the letter the summer of her eleventh year, inviting her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a rift had automatically forged a chasm in their relationship. When she'd returned after her first term, instead of trying to rectify their relationship, she instead egged on Tuny's distaste and in the end, they were constantly at one another's throats. During the last two years, however, she and Tuny had come to an understanding. Lily would do no magic around Tuny, and Tuny would accept who Lily was, and not try to sabotage their relationship.

"I was joking," Lily smiled good-naturedly. "But really, I'm not cleaning up."

Petunia's eyes narrowed, and a smirk that looked identical to the one Lily had earlier consumed her features.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to tell Mum and Da about the time last month that you broke curfew to sit up in the tree out back and talk to that boy!"

"You wouldn't!" she gasped.

"Oh, I would." She answered, all too sweetly.

"But-"

"Just clean up the mess you've made," Petunia sighed, wishing her little sister wasn't so stubborn.

"Petunia," Lily whined.

"Lillian," Tuny mimicked.

"Ok," Lily frowned, "but you better be happy that I have nothing better to do on a Friday night."

"Why don't you ask out that boy from the tree?"

"Because," Lily sighed plopping down on the couch, "he's just a friend, plus he has a thing for a friend of mine."

"Well, why don't you hang out with those friends of yours, from that school?"

Lily rolled her eyes as if stating the obvious, "They don't understand the Underground, and why go through all the trouble if I'm going to see them next week?"

"Well do something. It shames me to know that beautiful, popular, smart, Lily Evans is sitting by her lonesome on a Friday night. Although, it elates mediocre, plain and tall Petunia Evans who has a date with- what did you call him? Oh, 'that dashing young chap, Peter Mollohan?'"

"Oh please, you're not plain or mediocre," Lily scoffed standing up and facing her sister, "You're ugly and boring!" she screeched before dashing up the staircase into her room where she bolted the door lock.


Plopping down unceremoniously on her bed, Lily looked around her bedroom. It was the perfect balance of her two selves: witch and Muggle. On the walls hung photos taken by both wizarding camera and a Muggle camera, therefore, some of the people moved and some stayed put. On low shelves on two walls were a plethora of books, most Muggle of sorts like Dickens, Hawthorne, Austen and Shakespeare, even a banned copy of J.D. Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye." Others of wizarding sorts like Mugwomp, Odelay and Crusive. From her ceiling hung a beautiful wicker birdcage where her owl, Noctem, usually slept. A week ago her closet would be bursting with robes and Muggle clothes, now her robes were packed away in the large wooden trunk at the end of her bed that would soon be accompanying her on her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her carpet was littered with schoolbooks, quills, and parchment, as well as ink pens, multi-colored spirals and stickers. Her wand, her second wand in fact (the first one had been snapped in half on her birthday when James Potter had kissed her), was eleven and a quarter inches (a whole inch longer than the first) with an unicorn hair tucked inside, with a few sprinklings of fairy-dust; perfect for Charm work, or at least that's what Mr. Ollivander had told her. Her wand lay on her desk beside her reading glasses- narrow, black plastic frames- seemingly binding her two worlds in the most neutral of settings.

Even in her own house, Lily couldn't help thinking about her friends of the other world. Delia Flynn and Soleil Benoire were her best female friends in the school. From the first day that they'd met, they had instantly taken a liking to each other. On the train ride to Hogwarts, the two girls had taken it upon themselves to tell Lily the dos and don'ts of the wizarding world. By dinner in the Great Hall when they'd all been chosen to reside in Gryffindor, they had already committed themselves to be lifelong friends. For five years they were always together, sharing the same dormitory with Alice Popinopolis and Mildred Quiglesby.

Then there were her other friends, most intimately known as, The Marauders. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew had made her five years most blissful. She couldn't count the times Sirius had left her breathless and in stitches from one of his many unbelievable escapades. She cherished those times Remus would sit beside her in the common room, discussing important issues and helping her with her studies. She adored the way inferior Peter would idolize the other three, sometimes hoping that he'd grow into a stronger willed person.

But James Potter was in a whole other ball field.

James Potter was a conceited, stubborn, incorrigible jerk. He acted as if he owned Hogwarts, scaring the younger years and insulting the others. He exploited people's flaws and enjoyed tormenting those he thought inferior. He was stupid and annoying and unfortunately for her the leader of The Marauders and one of her friends.

Don't get her wrong. James could be a good person when he wanted to be. On those rare moments when he was actually sincere, she could find his personality endearing, she could even find him comforting. She could even remember a couple of times over the years when she hadn't even thought twice to put her head on his shoulder, and just . . . be. But then he'd put up that wall and let that cocky smirk curl his lips and she'd turn away from him, ready to claw out her eyes.

"Lily, you've still got the sitting room!" Tuny yelled from downstairs.

"Coming," she sighed pushing herself from the bed.

As she came bounding down the staircase, Petunia looked up at her suspiciously. For a moment, she didn't say anything. But after some contemplation, she finally said:

"You know, if you're desperate, you could always call Esteban?"

Lily rolled her eyes as she thought about her French tutor. All summer, her Mum and Tuny had been trying to set them up. Finally one day, he asked her out, and she agreed. When she returned from the date she immediately dashed for her room, never telling her Mum, nor Tuny what had happened. Needless to say, she and Esteban had not gone out again.

"I'm not calling Esteban," she sighed rearranging the sofa cushions so they didn't look as if a three-year-old had just decided to play rocket ship on them.

"Why not?" she asked, curiosity burning through those beady green eyes.

"Because Esteban is my tutor, and we shouldn't be fraternizing like that, it's just wrong. Plus, I don't really like him in that way."

"What happened to you two that night?"

"Are you looking for my books at all? I really need to get them packed by tomorrow or I'm never going to get done. And then all school year I'll be pelting you with owls, just like last year, asking you to loan me your green sweater and trading you my blue one."

"Ok," Tuny sighed. "I'll go looking for your books and you clean up this room."

About fifteen minutes later, Lily was just fixing up the picture frames when the doorbell rang. Immediately, she stopped her work and answered it. Standing behind the door was none other than that dashing young chap- Peter Mollohan.

"Hey Pete," Lily grinned ushering him into the house.

"Hey Lily," he smiled, entering the sitting room. "Wow, cleaning up the sitting room?"

"Yeah, well you know me, Miss Perfectionist. That Tuny is a slob!" she grinned.

"Speaking of Petunia, is she here?" He asked, knowing of Petunia's hate of her sister's puerile nickname.

"Yeah, she's jus-"

"I found it!" Petunia yelled from the dining room, as she dashed towards Lily.

When she saw Peter standing beside her sister, she immediately stopped her running, and dropped both her arms that had been holding up the volumes.

"Whoa, looks like some pretty impressive books?" He said eyeing the heavy bound books with gold lettering.

"Yeah, first edition Jane Austen, and we all know how I love my books!" Lily grinned nervously, grabbing both books from Petunia and dashing for her bedroom.

"What's with her?" Peter asked watching Lily run for her room.

"I think she heard the phone ring, did you hear the phone ring?" she muttered, her voice strangely high.

"No," he smiled, "are you ready?"

"For what?" she asked looking at him, confusion consuming her features.

"Our date?" he grinned, gently rubbing her bare arms with his hands.

"Oh, date, sorry!" she smiled, pushing her hair away from her forehead. "I'm just going to go get ready. It shouldn't take more than half an hour, take the remote and watch some TV." She smiled apologectly.

"Ok."

Petunia turned and climbed up the staircase her sister had just used as an escape. When she reached her room, she noticed how different it was from Lily's. On her walls were posters of bands she loved but would ultimately cover over with her latest favorite band. On the low shelves that covered the walls were books she loved, but not the classics or books that actually had you thinking about days after. They were mysteries and Harlequin Romances, books she ended up trading with her friends or losing on the train from the mall. Cute little bears were placed meticulously around her room, displaying a playful side that she was pretty sure she lacked. Her closet was lined with perfectly pressed clothes, all of which were color-coded in coordination with the color wheel. Her room was immaculate and almost sterile. It looked lived-in, but not . . . homey. The difference between Lillian's room and Petunia's was passion. Lily had an aura around her that seemed to consume everything she touched and made everything beautiful. Something that Petunia had always wished she could obtain.

Going straight to her closet, she began picking through her wardrobe, looking for something to wear. As she picked through the blues, she heard a familiar knocking on the door.

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to ask me to help you or do I have to beg?" Lily's voice asked through the closed door.

"Beg."

"Ha ha," Lily rolled her eyes entering her sister's room. Sitting down on her sister's creaseless bed, she could almost feel Petunia flinch.

"So what are you going to wear?" she asked, letting her eyes scan the books on her sister's shelf.

"I'm not sure," Petunia answered half listening, still searching through the blues.

"Well," Lily said while moving to the floor for a closer look into her sister's book, hoping to find a hidden gem amongst the lumps of coal. "Well I was thinking, you always looked good in red. So, how 'bout the red turtleneck, the brown skirt, the matching vest and my brown, leather boots?"

"Huh?" Petunia asked, only hearing the part about the leather boots.

"I SAID: red turtleneck, the brown skirt, the matching vest and my brown, leather boots."

"Oh, that's great!" Petunia smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Can I borrow that bracelet you got for your birthday?"

"What bracelet?" Lily asked, looking up this time.

"Ya' know, that pretty red beaded one. I think you said that Potter boy gave it to you?"

"Oh," she said, her voice faltering.

"So, can I borrow it? I think it would work well with my outfit."

"Oh, uh," Lily said, her mind racing. "Actually, I don't think it'll look good with your outfit. Too much red can make you look stupid. I think my wooden bracelet would be-"

"Too much brown would make me look like a tree. Please can I borrow the red bracelet?"

"I don't think so, Tuny," Lily sighed. "I actually don't think it'd look good with your outfit."

"Lily, I know that's not it. Really, why don't you want me to wear that bracelet?"

"I just- I just don't want you to wear it. I don't want you to lose it."

"Lillian, I'm not five, I think I can handle not losing a bracelet."

"Look Petunia, I just don't want you to borrow it, ok?"

"Why? Because that Potter boy gave it to you? Are you sweet on him? Are we going to get a letter from that school of yours saying that our little, sweet, innocent Lillian was caught snogging that Potter boy in the corridor?"

"Shut up, Petunia?" Lily screamed; her frustration apparent. "I don't like Potter! He is the biggest asshole I've ever met!"

"Then why won't you let me wear his bracelet?"

"Because, I won't!" she yelled storming out of Petunia's bedroom.

Petunia watched as Lily stomped from her room, feeling just the teeniest bit happy that she was the one that made her feel that way.

"Knock, knock, knock." She said, this time behind Lily's door.

"What do you want?" a heavy voice yelled through the door.

"There was some talk back there about a pair of brown leather boots?"

She could hear some shuffling through the door. Then a soft bang and a string of obscenities follow. Then, the door creaked open, and before she could say anything, a pair of heavy brown boots came flying at her, and crashed the opposite wall loudly.

"Thanks." Petunia called.

But the other side of the door was silent. Shrugging, she picked up the boots and skipped down the stairs.

"What was that?" Peter asked turning off the TV as Petunia sat beside him pulling on the boots.

"Oh nothing, just some sibling spat." Petunia answered, unzipping the left boot.

Placing her foot in the boot, she yelped when she felt her foot tap something with an edge. Taking her foot out, she reached inside and found Lily's Strawberry Lip Smacker. A broad smile curled her lips as she tucked the tube in her pocket.

"Ready?" Peter asked standing up.

"Ready." She smiled pulling up the zipper.

Lily heard the door slam shut as the two lovebirds left. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about the stupid argument they both had. Why in the hell was she getting into an argument with Petunia over James Potter? That was just stupid. And why was she so protective over that stupid bracelet?

Pushing her hair out of her face, she got up from her bed and continued packing, not leaving her room until her Mum and Da arrived from their dinner together.

TBC . . .

P. A/N: Review and tell me what you think. If I don't get enough reviews, I won't continue. And I'd like to continue b/c the next chapter is what happened on Platform 9 ¾ and the train ride to Hogwarts.

P. P. A/N: The title is "Why Lily Fell" written backwards, like in "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" in the "Mirror of Erised" which is desire spelled backwards. Just so you know.