When Life Gives You Lily's Make Lilyade
Disclaimer (for the WHOLE story!): As much as I would LOVE to take the credit for all the brilliant characters, I really can't do that. Because they don't belong to me, which is quite unfortunate in my opinion. So I own the characters that I myself have created, and that's it.
Chapter One: A new life
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To say that I was perfect… would be a lie. A huge lie! Possibly the largest lie I've ever told in my life. To say that I was even close to perfect, would also be… well you get the point.
My name is Lilliana Rose Evans. I guess my parents had a thing for flowers, because my nickname was Lily, my middle name was Rose, and my sisters' name was Petunia! And from what I know, my parents don't even like gardening that much.
Well some more about me then! Hmm well I live with my dad in New Orleans, Louisiana. Some people say I have a Cajun accent, but hey, what's a girl to do, it's not like it's something I chose to have.
And then I have this carrot top orange hair, but it's turning more and more red. Do you even know how annoying it is to have red hair? You stick out so much in crowds. I mean it's practically like having a single carrot in a bowl of celery. Oh yeah, and it doesn't match with anything. It clashes perfectly with every color practically known to mankind.
Ok more about me. I stand at an absolutely acceptable height of 5'2", alright ok maybe it's more around 5'1" and a half. But hey, I can dream right. I also have this fantastically milky white skin, and it completely refuses to tan. My dad calls me a lobster every single time I even step a toe out into the sun, because I burn so bad. It just makes me think 'thanks dad, it feels absolutely great that I resemble a crustacean that you like to eat for dinner.'
The only possibly acceptable feature about myself that I like is my eyes. They are this vivid shade of emerald green. They also seem to stand out in a crowd, but it's more of a good thing than my hair.
So on the lovely morning of August 25th, ah who am I kidding, it was miserable waking up at seven AM, that's like the number one un godly hour of the morning. Well back to August 25th. Well I was to return to Davensport, which is a school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Freak show right? Wrong. Davensport is in New York, and it is the best school of its kind in North America. I dragged my lazy self out of bed, tripping on my bunny slippers on the way out of my bedroom.
So I basically stumbled down the stairs and into our humble little kitchen. I grabbed a bowl and poured cereal into it, no milk. For some reason I just can't stand having milk in my cereal. I don't have any idea why, but it's just gross.
After refilling my bowl three times with the lucky charms and two cups of coffee, I decided that I would never be full or awake so I might as well just give up now.
Just on my way back upstairs to get ready for Davensport, my dad stopped me. He was a tall, brunette man with brown eyes. Basically he was the opposite of me.
"Um honey, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, but… you will not be returning to Davensport this year. My office is transferring me to London, England." I just stared at him in shock. I couldn't even say anything, not a word. My mouth had all dried up.
"What! Dad how could you do this to me?" I asked in horror, and all he did was look ashamed. "I mean what about my friends, my school and my life!" I was just about screaming at him by now.
"So what, I'm just supposed to stop my education. Move away and go to muggle school? I would be in the 6th grade, and I'm seventeen! That doesn't work too well!" He stared at me with the look. The look happened to be one of the few traits that I had inherited from my Dad, and basically it was a glare you did not want to be around for.
"LILLIANA! If you would just listen to me for a second! I already have everything set up. You will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hear it's a really fantastic school. And don't worry you'll make new friends." He said, in a more calm tone than that of his daughter.
"New friends? What about the ones I already have, dad? Huh? Don't they count for anything? And Mom wouldn't have wanted this, she just wouldn't have." With that I screamed in rage and ran upstairs and flopped on my bed. I wouldn't let him see me cry, I just wouldn't.
But the second I hit the pillow I was sobbing. Why me, why now? My mother wouldn't have wanted this, my mother had loved New Orleans.
My mom had been in a car crash when I was just thirteen, she didn't survive. Every day I think of how much I miss my mother, and can't believe that all this had happened. It had made me a stronger person though, even though it had been the worst possible experience of my life.
After a few minutes she heard a knock on the door and a "Lily, can I please come in?" I yelled at him to go away, and threw a pillow at the door.
He opened it anyways, the stupid bugger. "When do we leave?" I asked miserably. He was a quiet for a second and then responded "tomorrow."
I looked at him in horror, I mean he had to be kidding. Tomorrow! That was so soon, I mean I had to pack and everything. God I hate my life.
But the a voice inside my head reminded me that I was a witch, and I could pack in less than 5 seconds with just a flick of my wand, and that's exactly what I did.
All the clothes flew into their appropriate boxes, rather un-neatly, might I add, but they fit all the same. I kept just enough clothes and things out so I could live for the next day or so.
I walked back downstairs to see how my dreadful sister Petunia was taking the news, apparently not much better than I, so pretty badly. She was in the same sort of 'but what about my friends' state that I had been in twenty minutes earlier or so.
Though of course Petunia actually had to do the physical labor of packing, which just made me laugh. It even crossed my mind to help her pack with magic so she wouldn't hurt herself or anything, but then she made a comment about my outfit, and well, that just pissed me off.
I mean I freaking can't help it if my hair doesn't match with my shirt! Ugg I wish I had gotten Petunia's hair genes and been my Dad's color brown. But no I had to take after my mom in basically every way possible. I loved my mom dearly, but the physical features I have inherited from her are not my favorite.
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Basically we are now about half way through our five and a half hour flight to the Heathrow Airport in London. What kind of a name is Heathrow anyways? Oh well it's probably the last name of someone who gave a whole lot of money.
Yeah so I was cramped in-between my dad and Petunia, on a plane to England where we were to live. Whose life was I living?
Well the seat was rather uncomfortable and my legs were starting to hurt from being straight up and down for so long. Luckily I was smart enough to bring a pillow so my back was ok.
I watched the movie that was playing on the airplane, it was "Pink Panther Strikes Again" or something silly like that. Though it was quite a funny movie and rather airplane worthy, it didn't help to cheer up my mood much.
I decided that now would be a great time to write a letter to my best friend Evelyn, who is probably wondering where the hell I am right now. Evelyn really is a great friend, we have practically matching personalities and she's muggle born also.
So write it I did, and here is what I wrote.
Hey Ev,
I bet you are totally wondering where I am right now, but have no fear. Yesterday, right when I was about to leave for Davensport my dad decided to tell me (I know perfect moment right?) that we had to move to England because of his lawyer job. I mean who knew that lawyers actually had to move, but apparently it is possible because we are. So right now I'm on an airplane to London. And I would have written you yesterday, but I was uber stressed and such, having to leave everything behind. But this airplane is so boring, god I have no idea what I'm going to do for the next few hours. But I miss you Ev, I'm not sure what I'm going to do without you, my partner in crime. Haha I might as well turn emo in my sadness, oh my god I'm totally kidding. I mean I have to make new friends and everything, I was happy with our friend group the way it was before! Gah, stupid parents. So I guess I'm attending this other magic school called Hogwarts. Oh well, we'll see what happens I guess!
Love and hugs (give them to everyone else too),
Lilliana
(a.k.a. Lily, or the coolest person you will ever meet, you take your pick)
I put it in an envelope and sealed it with her address. I would give it to my owl, Ellie, as soon as we were off the plane and safely in London.
A few minutes after I had finished the letter the airplane started to shake. Ugg, turbulence, what a horrible thing. In times like these I wish I could just Apparate there, but my dad wouldn't allow it because he seems to think we all need to get there at the same time. Pfft I'll meet you in London when I'm done shopping!
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So we got off the airplane and I sent Ellie off to the United States. Maybe I should have written the letter before I left… she wouldn't have had to fly near as far. Oh well, Evelyn will kill me if I don't send something and since I didn't send anything when I was in New Orleans, I guess I don't have much of a choice.
London really is quite beautiful. It's filled with a bunch of old, and very interesting buildings. Note to self: Before school starts explore London.
My Dad had bought a house out in the English countryside about maybe an hour or two away from London. As we drove up I nearly gasped at its quaint beauty. It had extravagant gardens filled with lavender and honeysuckle. The house itself was made of stone. It was fairly medium sized, and looked like the little English farm houses you see in movies.
Petunia and I looked at each other in amazement, this was far nicer than the house we had had in New Orleans. "Wow Dad, you really did a good job" Petunia breathed.
He smiled "so you like it huh?" we both nodded, smiles on our faces. I walked upstairs to where the bedrooms were to be. I even let Petunia have the better one because I was going to be at Hogwarts most of the year, this being nice was so unlike me.
I walked into my new room. Sure it would need some refurnishing, some paint on the walls, posters and such; but it was perfect anyways. My dad had had our beds overnight shipped and sitting on top of mine was a barn owl with a letter.
It was addressed to:
Lilliana Rose Evans
The Far Left Bedroom
1932 Sunrise Summit Blvd.
Windsor, England
It was written in green ink which I thought very odd, the majority of people write with maybe a blue, or a black or even red ink, but green… it was strange. I flipped the envelope over and there was a red seal with a great big H in the middle.
I tore it open and grabbed the letter. A badge with the letter P fell out. Wow, I had been made prefect at a school I hadn't even gone to yet, cool! I decided I would read as I walked and explored the grounds of my new house. Of course my klutziness told a hold of me, because as I was walking and starting to read the new letter, I tripped at the edge of the stairs and tumbled down all eighteen of them.
It hurt to say the least, and now I had a little bruise on the small of my back. Humph so far this house wasn't proving satisfactory in klutz factor, my old house never made me do that.
Ok back to what I was doing. I walked out the door into the backyard and around the gardens, my eyes skimming the words.
Dear Miss Evans,
Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope that you have an excellent term to come. Here is a list of books that you will need to buy for the next term. You may find these books, robes, and everything else you will need in Diagon Alley. I also am aware that you were a prefect at Davensport, well you will also be a prefect Hogwarts; just remember to meet for a few minutes in the Prefects compartment on the train. Hope you have a great year!
Sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
And indeed there was a list of books that she was to find quite useful. These books included The standard Book of Spells Grade Seven, Potions for the Potent I laughed at that name because the person obviously didn't know what potent meant, Hogwarts, A History, The Beasts of the Magical World and so many more.
So I decided I would go Apparate to see this Diagon Alley. England would sure be an adventure, and so far it hadn't proved me wrong on that idea.
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Authors note: Hey! Well what did you think? Good, bad? Constructive criticism is great, but no flames please! Kay now, review please! They make me so happy!
-Flora