Title: Through My Emerald Eyes

Main Characters: lily… james…marauders…(oc)auntie meg…crispin…

setting: East Surrey, England… diagon alley…then Hogwarts.

summary: 1st year in Lily's POV. hints of L/J and some L and OC. starts June 1972 in Surrey, England.

disclaimer: I am in no condition J.K. Rowling. If I was, I would be published. If I indeed am NOT J.K. Rowling, then I of course do NOT own Harry Potter or anything related. In this story however, I do own Auntie Meg, Crispy-rin and Henri. And all the new ones I come up with.

I: Happy Birthday!

I am Lily Evans, and this is going to be my biography. I was a cheerful girl with proud parents, and I was a role model for my little sister Petunia. I made some strange things happen from time to time, but then again, who doesn't? This life I was accustomed to, it changed drastically on my eleventh birthday, June 12, 1972.

My mother decided to throw a girls' only party for me, inviting the school girls. The girls were nice enough, but they never got to really know me because of their fear. Fear that I would turn a desk into a pocket watch, again. Or that I would end up miniaturized on one of their heads. (Both had happened at school, but I never had a decent explanation.)

The girls arrived and immediately gushed over the presents they all had brought (all really boring school supplies), and then the cake, and then boys. Oh god, boys. I didn't know what to do, I hated talk about boys. A girl, I think her name was Krista something or the other, called out, "Lily LOVES Crispin!" to which I calmly replied, in a tone not half as nice as I had imagined, "No, I do NOT! Don't spread false rumors. I hate talking to people like you about boys because you always form rumors. Rumors BREAK friendships!" and I stormed out of the house. I hated it, being so mature, but I knew in my heart, relationships like that don't belong to an average eleven-year-old's heart.

I sobbed, sitting on the porch. Then I looked to the sky. A large barn owl flew, hovered at my side and dropped a letter in my open hands. Then it perched on my left shoulder, staring at my letter expectedly, a creepy, knowing glint in its own large green eyes. I was amazed at the address itself:

Miss Lily Evans

Sunroom-but currently outside

13 Botanical Circle

East Surrey, England

It was written cursively in green ink. Could this be my escape? My heart raced. I flipped it over to break the seal and then marveled at the intricate coat of arms with a largely embellished "H" in the center of a raven, a serpent, a lion, and a badger. My heart pounded a thump thump beat in my chest as the barn owl almost hooted with excitement. I sniffled. Paused. Then pulled the sheets of parchment out and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no
later than July 31. Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

"Wow," I thought to myself, "that's amazing, I'm a WITCH!" The owl hooted a "hoo-hoo!" happily. "You knew, didn't you?" I said fondly stroking its light brown feathers, no longer crying at the prospects of leaving this small-minded town.

II. Reactions

"Mum!" I yelled, "Mum, you have to read this!" I called, letter flapping in my hand while I was running into the house with the owl flying into the closet, hiding.

"Dear, I'm disappointed in you. What in the name of God did you say to drive those girls away?" asked my loving, caring mother worriedly.

"Mum. One word. Boys," I said. My mum's worried face grew to a wide grin, "Oh, sweet, I'm sorry. I knew you didn't like those girls. I just thought that you'd be happy to make some more friends."

"Mum, I have friends. I have you, but you have got to read this!" Mum read quickly and paled. "Love, are you positive this isn't a prank? I know you're brilliant, but you have your foes," she said.

"I'm as sure as night is dark," I said, "Henri delivered it." And before mum asked who Henri was, he flew out of the closet to my arm.

"Oh my! I guess that settles it. You, my dear, are most certainly a witch!" my mother laughed. "Send them a letter asking where to buy these necessities, and how to get there. I'm so proud, sweet, and I'm sure your father will be, too. Petty however is going to use this as another one of her "Act like Lily" ideas," we both laughed. It was hilarity to see Petty in her Lily acts.

"Thank you, mother dearest!" I joked.

"You're most certainly welcome, daughter dearest!" she answered.

"Oh, mum? Where will Henri go? He's almost as attached to me as Petty is!"

"You're welcome to keep him in your room until you deliver the letter," she allowed.

"I wish I could keep him!" I laughed as I ran upstairs to write the letter.

"Mum, do you think this sounds right?" I asked as I walked downstairs to ask my mother's approval. I read:

Dear Professor McGonagall,

I would be honored to attend Hogwarts. Where do I buy my supplies? How do I get to Hogwarts? Am I really a witch? That's almost unbelievable. Answer at your leisure, I'm free all summer.

Sincerely,

Lily Evans

"Wonderful, love, I can't believe it! A witch in the family!" she said happily.

"I want to go out for a walk after sending this," I said.

"Okay, sweet. Put on the sweater Auntie Meg sent you and be back by 5, Auntie Meg will be her then!" mum said, tactfully.

Auntie Meg was my favorite relative. She was Mum's sister who had adored her like Petunia adored me, but she learned to grow out of it and found herself. She had short, blonde, almost curly hair but my favorite feature was her eyes—a softer shade than mine, but with that distinct emerald glow. It made me feel connected to her, sharing the eyes. Those piercing bright eyes people talked about as if they held hidden power. Well, maybe now they did.

The sweater was a sleeve-less, v-neck with a striped pattern—red and gold, my favorite colors—reminding me to aim for success, both representing victory. Auntie Meg knew that. She knew me almost better than mum. She and mum were more like best friends than sisters. When mum was 14, Meg was adopted, only eleven years old because her biological family didn't want her because of some secret reason Meggy never told me. Mum and Meg were already friends at the same school so it took almost nothing to convince the Cobalts to give Meg living room when her family abandoned her. That's why my eyes remained a mystery; Meg wasn't a blood relative, no matter how much it felt so.

I matched the sweater with a dark green mini-skirt and my trainers. I looked like a cute little school girl, but I looked good.

"Bye, mum! Love you!"

"See you later, Lily fleur," she yelled out, laughing.

I walked along the sidewalk shaded by the sweeping trees off the lawns of neighbors. I wanted to just take a look around my town, engrave it in my mind, I wouldn't forget. I wanted to remember it so because my life wasn't bad. I just was misunderstood from time to time.

As I walked I looked across and saw a familiar face of a boy my age with scraggly brown hair and eyes of amber warmth to match.

"Hey, Crispy!" I called to him, knowingly chuckling.

"Hey Lils! Happy Birthday!" Crispin shouted as he ran across the street to meet me. He was my best friend, and nothing more.

"Thanks, Crisp," I said, being the only one in the world with so many nicknames for Crispin. We had lived our whole lives together. We went playing in the sandbox together. We had worked on arts and crafts together. Then, made sure we were partnered together for school projects. I could see why the other girls thought I liked him like that. I'd miss him a lot at Hogwarts.

"Lily, sorry I have to tell you this today, but what would you say if I said I wasn't going to Whinterstein Academy with you next year?" Whinterstein was the school our parents had both picked for secondary school for us.

"I would say, 'who says I'm going?'" I laughed at him.

"You're not?" he asked in disbelief.

"I'm not. I'm going to a boarding school somewhere in England. I just found out this morning." I answered.

"I'm going to a boarding school, too! What a coincidence. I guess good friends think alike, eh?" he said happily. "Lily, write me this summer. I swear, my parents are driving me mental. I'm going to die of boredom. I promise you a surprise if you do," he said mischievously.

"Okay, will do, Crispy. I got to go home now, though. Bye!" I said as I turned back and ran to the house. I heard laughter, meaning Auntie Meg had to be nearby.

"Auntie Meg!" I screamed, running to hug her as I saw her short free curls.

"I knew you'd look cute in that," she admired the sweater.

"Yup, Auntie Meg. I love it and you!"

"Aww!" she said, laughing, then switched gears, "What's this Daisy says about you and a boarding school?"

"An owl delivered—" I started, but Meggy interrupted.

"Say not another word. HOGWARTS! I'm good, I know. Sweet, that's the reason why I ran away from home," she said so happily, "I'm a witch, too!" she said excited.

"Mum never mentioned—"I was cut again.

"I didn't think Daisy-Sunshine should tell you little ones and worry you if you weren't born as witches, but you were. I'm going to give you the grand tour of the wizarding world. I'm going back for a long overdue visit anyway. I knew you and I had a connection," she said beaming.

"I know, Meggy, I felt it too," I beamed, too.

"You, my sweet, are so smart. You're going to be a shining star. I know it because I definetly was one."

"I'll make you proud," I promised her.

"Work hard, and you'll make yourself proud,sweet," she offered wise knowledge.

We embraced.

"Love, you remind me so much of myself, I would have told you anyway someday," Auntie Meg said, happily.

We took a small walk outside until mum called, "Ladies, dinner is served!"

Now it was dad's turn to be shocked.

"Daddy?" I said sweetly, stepping into the house.

"Yes, cookie?" he answered.

"I received a letter today," I cut to the chase, giving it to him to read. He grinned and said,"My Lily-kins is growing up so fast. Kitty—of course you can go. Amazing! Daisy, we have a witch in the family!" he said getting up to hug me.

"Daddy, we have two," I said looking to Meg who smiled at my father before pulling out her oak wand saying, "Lumolemonem!" which blew fantastical constellations to life, illuminating the sky by 10 fold. Its beauty showed me that my life was forever changed. forever different. Forever.

Do you like it? tell me in a review. it's way different and not connected to "you are my life". SO everyone REVIEW! i, personally, like this new vein of thought... but what do you think? not interesting enough? REVIEW! cuz that's the only way i'll know!