A note from Ronnis: Here she is, the first chapter in all her... shining glory. Teehee.

Forever and a Day

Chapter 1

Lily:

Well, well, well. Looks like I have to start the first chapter of my life.

I guess you could say the first 'chapter' of my life was really a prologue of sorts- just a bunch of words jumbled together, always hoping to form some sort of sense but never quite making it.

There was always a constant yearning for something more for as longs as I can remember.

Wherever we (my family and I) went, there always seemed to be something more and I could almost feel it.

But I never really paid much attention to it; I was having too much fun being a young kid growing up in the countryside.

You know, the whole blue sky, green grass, wild flowers and birch trees. I thought birch trees were terribly romantic. The birch trees just screamed 'I've got a wonderful story about a beautifully sad maiden who found love and happiness right by me.

We had a farm of sorts- a very large garden and flower bed that my mother loved to putter around in

We had a cow named Snowbell, sheep dogs and of course, my beautiful, magical cat, Tiger.

We found my baby on the side of the road while coming back from town and even Petunia felt sorry for the miserable, little creature.

We stopped the car and brought the poor kitten home.

I knew at once that there was something special about the long, ginger haired cat…

Of course, I didn't realize he was more than half-kneazle until my third year when James dyed my hair lime green and whenever Tiger walked into a room that James occupied, he would start hissing and spitting at James.

My father, George Evans, was a draftsman working in a decent company. I can't remember the name, something like… Mafern or whatever.

But he would be put on projects and whenever his projects made a neat, little profit (which they most always did), they would give him a promotion.

By the time I was ten years old, he was assistant chief draftsman. By eleven he was the chief draftsman and bringing home a hefty sum. I think that's why he was willing to take a look at Diagon Alley. If we hadn't been able to afford it, my father wouldn't have even let us think about it. He didn't want us to get our hopes up.

My dad was a considerate person. He donated to four charities and gave non-perishable food to food drives.

My dad loved for providing for his family. He let Petunia buy pretty clothes and found all sorts of delicious books for me. But my dad lived to take care of my mum.

Carolyn Evans was a delicate thing. She led a delicate, quiet way of life; she spoke quietly and gestured softly. But her words made an impact.

If she told you that you had let her down, you felt as if you had lost the meaning of life.

Whenever my mum smiled, your face couldn't help but crack a grin.

To make her happy was like finding a diamond in a pile of dirt. The birds sang for my mother and the flowers just opened up and blossomed.

Many times I thought that force and anger would bowl my mother down, but every time she stood tall and held her ground.

I remember one time I was exploring outside and I wandered into Mr. John Gills' land and got lost. Mr. Gills found me after I ran through his cornfield.

He was an ornery spirit, Mr. Gills was, and I swear, running through his cornfield was no way to get on his good side.

He asked me where my mother was and she appeared in our doorframe. Mr. Gills worked himself up about how I had absolutely ruined his crop for the year and how was he supposed to pay for everything?

My mom spoke few words, but each one meant something. She told him that maybe he should sell his crops instead of hoarding it all for himself. She told him that of course I would run blindly through his fields because he'd never done anything that would make me think I was safe in his field.

I went to Bear Brook Grammar School, a public school with all your usual stereotypes. We had mini-jocks, mini-cheerleader/popular girls and of course, the class bully.

Oh man, how I loathed Tad the Bad. I abhorred bullies in general.

I remember, my fourth year at Bear Brook a new boy came to our school. After the first day, Tad the Bad was picking on him and a crowd was starting to form. I myself thought I could do nothing, so I just sighed and started walking home.

That afternoon, I was telling Petunia about what had happened.

"But why didn't you do anything, Lil?" She asked me.

"Why didn't I! Why would I? Tad would have creamed me!"

"Did you know, Lily, that most bullies have the lowest self esteem? You standing up for this boy would scare the bully and then WHAM! No more Tad the Bad."

So the next day, after school, the crowd had started to form again in a circle. Armed with Petunia's words, I pushed myself through the crowd and stood in front of the new kid, Liam Delinae.

I spoke mean words to Tad and I swear I saw his lip start quiver. I grabbed Liam's arm and dragged him off of the school ground.

Liam and I became the best of friends- inseparable.

But like I said earlier, the first 10 and a half years of my life (I was born in January so on my half birthday my letter came) was spent in a mellow, searching-for-something-more kind of way.

And up until Hogwarts, I always thought it was ok.