His Love; the Game – Quidditch
I. Foreword
I'm a muggleborn. Yes the ones in which lives on the borderline of the wizard world and that of the muggle world. I've never known to which world I truly belong and to this day that answer is still the same. As a little first year I was ignorant to many things, I was ignorant of the immense hatred those of purebloods have on us muggleborn… it was as though the very fact that we have magic running through our veins was a sin. As a first year the prejudice that existed was enough for me to withdraw myself, ashamed of what I was… a filth that did not belong in the wizard world... but if I did not belong in the wizard world would that mean I belong in the muggle world? Sadly no, Petunia, my dearest sister had clearly shown me that I did not belong in the muggle world either… her taunts and the looks in her eyes showed it all.
It wasn't till second year that I found a solution to my problems – Quidditch. It was the most popular game in the wizard world. Thus, began my trainings. To me the answer to all my problems lies within the game of Quidditch. If I could be a player in that game I would be accepted by those who were purebloods. People would love me if I score the way those players on the brooms played. It soon became an obsession, an obsession to get into the team; I had exactly a whole year to train before the tryouts next year. By the time third year comes I would change the way people think of me, I would be accepted by them. That was the goal I started in second year.
But by the time third year did come around I soon learned to let go of seeking acceptance. It was my friends who taught me that I didn't need to have others accept me, what I needed was to accept myself. At first it made no sense to me and so I got myself onto the team. I had always thought that by being on the team I would be loved and accepted but still there are those who have pure magic running through their veins that could not accept the fact that there are muggleborns in the wizard world. It soon became clear that no matter what I do there will always be people who won't accept me and so I learnt to let go and finally accept myself for who I am; a muggleborn living on the borderline of two worlds.
However, by then I had started to fall in love with the game. It became more than just a stepping stone to achieve acceptance, no it became more than that. It became my escape; because up high above the grounds and below the skies, where there is no boundary, no limit, I do not have to ask myself to which world I belong. No, up there I am free. It becomes a world where only I exist on my broom, and when I play the game, nothing matters anymore escape shotting the quaffle through the hoops. The rush and excitements will run through my blood and I can't help but think how free I am with nothing to worry about except to score and score only and thus, nothing could measure to the love I have for the game. Not even the love I have for my friends until… I guess this is where I take you back in time to tell you a story of a young girl who seek acceptance, who learn to overcome it and fall in love… to a boy who had been there all along but never actually being there as fate would have it…
I was young and naive, knew nothing of a world that promises me magic. I thought if I played the game, then I would belong... people will start to recognize me for a witch and not another muggleborn... but then I fell in love with the game, the escape and freedom it brings and then soon enough, nothing else matters anymore. Until I find myself slowly falling... falling for him. The boy I never really knew became the boy who stole my heart.
Yes, my name is Lily Evans. A muggleborn, who fell in love with a game called Quidditch only to find herself a pawn in the game of Fate…
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Y.D: This will mainly be based on Lily's p.o.v. Let me know does this have a chance okay (> .6)