A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed chapter one, here is chapter two for your enjoyment.

Summary: What if Harry Potter was a girl? Made famous to the Wizarding World of the ignorant, Lilium Rose Potter is forgotten by her people, and abandoned by her family. Left to fend for herself on the streets, what is a girl to do?

Lily of Purity

Chapter Two: The Importance of Names

By The Morrigu

"Through me the way into the suffering city,
through me the way to the eternal pain,
through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."

Lilium Rose lay face down on her bed in her room, listening to the silence which echoed around the corridors in the dead of the night. Katie had gone to sleep hours ago, and Lily remained awake. Mr Crompton's threat echoing throughout her head. The upper-class girls weren't talking. They had all sat in a stony silence in the common area, and had their heads hung low. Lily had tried to ask Katie what it was about, but she just shook her head. Saying how if she were to stay here, she would stay quiet. So, it was now in the dead of the night that Lilium's imagination was getting out of hand. She had only been at Stand Grammar for a matter of weeks, and now she was wishing she hadn't ever come at all.

She had enjoyed her life in the Orphanage, and now it was gone. Now she really was all alone, and Kyle was on the other side of the country. He had probably forgotten about her as well. Her little brother was probably on some adventure, while she was stuck in a school with too many mysteries for her to handle at once. Her thoughts became silent, as she heard footsteps echoing throughout the corridor. Stilling herself, and calming her breathing, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. It was something she had learnt early on in the Orphanage, while watching those around her in a deep sleep. She had always been known to be perceptive of the area around her, and in a way, always on her guard. That's how she knew if someone was watching her, or if someone was trying to follow her. It had become a sixth sense in a way.

She heard the footsteps come to a stop, right outside their door, and the door open. Which it shouldn't be able to do, if the lock was on. Which it was. Someone entered the room, and walked over to Katie's bed. The footsteps came to a halt, and Lily chanced opening one eye. There, stood in their room was Mr Crompton. His hand was cupping Katie's cheek, and a malicious smile adorning his face, contorting his features into one of madness. Lily felt an icy feeling surround her gut, as she stared at him. Now, everything fit into place, and the icy feeling disappeared, only to be replaced by fear. Whether her time with this madman was going to come, she knew that she wouldn't be able to fight it. No matter what.

Dear Lily,

I am sorry I haven't written sooner, been really busy. How is it up in Manchester? Are you alright? Do I have to come up there to hurt someone? (Joke…I hope…) It's pretty boring down here, I am staying with some foster parents, they're alright I guess, a bit too normal, but okay. Attending the local school, and they seemed shocked that an orphan could be somewhat smart. Guess not all kids have you to help them? Eh? I can't really think of what else to write, just reply please! We will see each other soon, I hope for Christmas.

Kyle, your little bro.

Lily smiled down at the letter, a small tear in her eye. It was now coming up the Halloween, and if he was right, they could see one another for Christmas. Less than two months away. She would be able to leave this place, in order to find sanctuary with her little brother. She sat at the breakfast table, eating her porridge slowly, and her eyes not leaving the table.

"Lil? You alright?" asked Katie, who had appeared next to her, leaving her own friends for a while.

"Yes." Replied Lily, shortly. She was in no mood to speak.

"You sure? You look a bit bummed? Why don't you miss the day?" asked the blond, towards her younger friend.

"I can't, we're starting algebra in Math today. I don't want to miss it." Replied Lily, creating an excuse. She stood up and left the room, ignoring the disbelieving look Katie shot her way. Although Katie didn't know it, Lily feared for her. Mr Crompton had kept up his nighttime wanderings, and visited their room once or twice a week. She didn't know whether to tell her friend or not, but decided to try and help her if she could. When the bell signaled for first lesson, she took up her customary seat in the back of the Math's room, allowed Mrs Marshall to begin the lesson.

Although these lessons were suited for her age group, she found them tedious and unchallenging. She spent most of her time learning in the Library, and had no problems with the work. For the rest of the day, she spent in a somewhat bubble. She stayed on her own, and kept to herself for the most part. She ignored Katie's attempts at conversation during dinner, and went back to her room to complete her homework. When it was time to go to sleep, she realized that Katie was not back yet. Shaking her head slightly, she went under her covers, and fell into a deep slumber. She later awoke in the middle of the night, and instinctively knew that there was something wrong. Sitting up, she looked across at Katie's bed to find it empty.

Her heart thudding in her chest, she grabbed a dressing gown and left the room. The teachers wouldn't be walking around at this time of night, and she would be the only one awake. She walked down the dark corridors, listening out for any sound. She paused suddenly. It was faint, but she could almost make out the sound of crying. It was muffled, and in the normal school day it wouldn't be heard, but she could make it out. Speeding up, she turned a handle to find it locked. The noise coming from behind the door became quiet, before starting up again. This time insistent sounds, but still muffled.

"Open!" ordered Lily, yanking the door again. She felt her heart beat speed up. She had found her friend, but she couldn't get through the damn door! Concentrating even more, she tried to find that part of herself that caused strange things to happen. Strange, unexplainable things.

"Open!" hissed Lily, and the door sprang open. Running inside, she stared in shock at the sight that met her. Katie was hung in midair over a bed. Rope was tied to her joints, tied tightly in order to keep her still and from falling onto the bed. As she had been thrashing about, these rope burns had cut into her skin, causing them to become blood stained. Katie's blond hair was plastered to her face by a mixture of sweat and blood. At the sight of her younger friend, Katie let out an almost pleased sound, from behind a gag. Lily rushed forwards, and undid the bindings as best as she could. She removed the gag, and helped the girl to stand. Katie couldn't walk, so she was leaning on Lily as the smaller girl dragged her down the corridors in the dead of the night.

The soon arrived at their room and Lily locked the door, and put a chest of drawers in front of it. No one was going to come in this room unwarranted.

"Katie?" asked Lily, looking at her friend as she lay on the bed, breathing heavily. The girl didn't respond.

Mumbling something that sounded like a curse, she moved the chest of drawers, and ran towards the Teachers Part of the school. Someone had to help them! Someone must. She came to a stop in front of a door. It was Mrs Braxter's room. Lily had never spoken to her before, and now stood outside the large apartment that the Headmistress lived in during school time. Catching her breath, the young girl knocked in the door.

Surprisingly, the door opened straightway. Except, it wasn't Mrs Braxter who answered it. It was a boy. Early teens looking at him. He wore a nondescript outfit, and blue eyes stared down at her curiously.

"Please!" gasped out Lily, staring at the brown haired teen with a mixture of curiosity and hope. "I must see Mrs Braxter!"

The boy moved aside, and she walked in. The apartment was richly furnished, with a roaring fire in the grate. There was a desk on the far side, where it looked as though the boy had come from.

"She's in her office. I will go get her for you." Replied the boy, walking over to a door, and poking his head in. After a quick conversation, Mrs Braxter came out.

"Miss Rose, has something happened?" asked Mrs Braxter, wearing her usual suit. Her grey-auburn haired pulled back in a quick bun, and her blue eyes staring inquisitively at the girl.

"Please, Ma'am. It's Katie, something happened. I…she…I found her near the Language Block. In one of the rooms there." Said Lily in a rush.

Mrs Braxter's eyes fell to the floor in guilt, while she turned around to the young boy who was listening to the proceedings with interest.

"Damien, go and get your stuff." She looked towards Lily. "I assume that Miss Parland is hurt?"

"Yes Ma'am." Replied Lily.

Damien shook his head in disbelief, and disappeared into one of the other rooms. Mrs Braxter then opened a cupboard and brought out some glass bottles with brightly coloured liquids in. She ignored Lily's inquisitive look, and put them all in a bag. When Damien came back with his own bag, the three of them left the area and went towards the student's rooms. They went into Lily's room to find Katie still on the bed.

"Oh my!" whispered Mrs Braxter, lifting her hand to her mouth.

Damien ignored the woman's shock, and went towards the young girl. He opened his bag, and removed some bandages. He added some liquid to them, and began to wrap them around the wounds. Mrs Braxter began to get out some bottles, and handed some to Lily for her to hold. In a matter of minutes, Katie was sleeping soundly on her bed, her injuries wrapped up. The pair of them got up, and Mrs Braxter turned to Lily.

"You say that you found her in the Language Block?" Lily nodded. "The rooms down there are all locked. How did you get in?" Lily shrugged, while Mrs Braxter eyed her suspiciously.

"Me and Damien will go now, Lily." Said Mrs Braxter. "If anything of this sort is to happen again, just find one of us." She gestured to both her and Damien. "We will be happy to help. Sleep will, Miss Rose. Classes will still be in the morning."

They left, leaving the black haired girl to her thoughts.

When Katie found out that her being rescues from Mr Crompton's clutches was not a dream, she almost hugged the life out of Lily. It seemed that the girl felt a lot better, and was walking around. However, she did not wish to attend classes so the pair of them had to split up. Lily sat in her English Class, hearing the teacher going on about Similes and Metaphors. She hated being sat in a classroom, while her friend was all alone in the rooms. How could she be certain Mr Crompton wouldn't come back?

At lunch, she was eating her Jacket Potato when Mr Crompton stormed into the hall. Everyone immediately shut up, all staring at the man with a mixture of shock and surprise.

"Can we help you, sir?" asked Mrs Braxter, staring at Mr Crompton emotionlessly.

"Madam, could we please continue this in your rooms. We have much to talk about." Said the man, and the pair disappeared. Lily shuddered; she had a feeling that their conversation would have something to do with her. Afterwards, the school went out onto the grounds for a break of half an hour. She sat there at the base of a tree, watching as the last of the year's sunshine shone down on the grounds.

"Hey there." Said a voice.

Lily turned around to come face to face with Damien.

"Oh…hey." Replied Lily lazily, and fought to hide a blush. That was a bit lame.

"This seat taken?" asked the teen, gesturing to the place next to her. She shook her head, and he sat down next to her. "Why are you all alone?"

"I don't have many friends, except Katie. The girl you saved last night." Replied Lily, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "What's happening with Mr Crompton?"

Damien shot her a shocked look, before answering. "So you know then?" She nodded. "He's getting chewed out by Alyssa…Mrs Braxter at the moment."

"Is this it?" hissed Lily, staring at the teen in shock.

"It is all that can be done." Replied Damien calmly.

"That's not good enough. You mean that he can do whatever he wants and get away with it?" replied Lily, her green eyes flashing dangerously.

"Mr Crompton owns the school or part of it anyway. To go against him could have worse consequences. Besides, the evidence against him tends to disappear once the crimes have been put against him."

"Disappear?" questioned Lily.

"The girls loose their nerve, and don't want to press charges. So he carries on." Replied Damien.

"What are you doing here anyway?" asked Lily, changing tactics.

"Excuse me?" asked Damien, with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean, this is a girl's school. I do believe that you are male. What are you doing here?"

He laughed, before replying. "Alyssa adopted me in a way, and now I live at the school, getting taught personally by her."

Lily nodded her head, but then the bell echoed throughout the grounds.

"I guess I have got to go. Bye Damien." Said Lily, disappearing into the school.

"Goodbye Miss Rose, I am sure we will see one another again." Whispered Damien.

Over the next few weeks, whenever Mr Crompton did venture into the school grounds, she always felt as though he was looking at her. When she told her fears to Katie, the girl just laughed. She either didn't believe her, or thought that laughing was the best cure. Whatever it was, it was irritating. She was at the moment writing a letter to Kyle. They had been writing to one another for a few months, and he was her only correspondence. She was sat in front of the warm fire, writing down all she could think of to tell her little brother. She sensed someone watching her, and looked up to see an oriental girl staring at her. She was in most of her classes, and was the same age as Lily. So far, they had never spoken a word to one another.

"Can I help you?" asked Lily, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

She just huffed in reply, and continued to do this for a while. Until at last she came over to Lily, and sat down on the floor next to her.

"I need help." She said, simply.

"How so?" replied Lily, hoping that the girl would stop being snotty. She looked as though she had eaten a lemon, and would rather not be doing this at all.

"I just don't understand these equations." Said the girl, gesturing towards the maths homework, which was due in the next day. Lily was about to help her, moving her letter to one side, when the girl stood up and walked off. "Thanks."

Lily scowled at her. She expected her to do it all for her. Growling, she picked up the homework, and looked at the name at the top.

"Leanne Carlsey. Two can play at this game." She moved the paper closer towards the fire, so that if any sparks were to come off it, it would catch alight.

Lily then sat down, and continued to write her letter to her brother. When Leanne came back, expecting a completed piece of homework, all she got was a pile of ashes. She threw them in Lily's face, and stomped off. Lily grinned to herself. Served the girl right. She checked her watch, and decided she had to go and see Mrs Braxter. She wanted to leave and go down to Southampton for Christmas, she needed permission. She knocked on the door of the apartment, and the door swung open. It was Damien.

"Hey Damien. Is Mrs Braxter here?" asked the girl, looking at the boy inquisitively. He looked as though an explosion had just occurred.

"Yes. She's just come out of the staff meeting." He turned around, and called the Headmistress. The aging woman came to the door with a smile, and invited Lily in.

"What can I help you with?" asked Mrs Braxter warmly.

"I was wondering, Ma'am, if I may go down to Southampton for Christmas. My little brother, so to speak, lives down there with his foster parents. He has invited me down, and I was just get confirmation." Stated Lily, her green eyes alight in hope. However, this disappeared when Mrs Braxter's blue eyes dulled slightly.

"I am sorry dear, but I cannot authorize it. The permission you seek must come from Mr Crompton." Replied Mrs Braxter.

"Where would Mr Crompton be at this time?" asked Lily, holding back her fear.

"In his office." Answered Mrs Braxter, and she watched as Lily turned around, going to go. "But please be careful, Lily."

The black haired girl nodded her head, and disappeared up the corridor.

"Enter!" barked Mr Crompton's voice.

Grounding her courage, Lily did just that. She pushed open the large mahogany door, and entered the room. Mr Crompton was sat in a large chair, near the fire. He was reading some papers, and smoking a cigar. His dark eyes seemed to light up, when she entered the room. They lit up with something Lily immediately disliked.

"What can I help you with?" asked Mr Crompton, malevolently.

"Sir, Mrs Braxter asked me to come and see you. It is regarding me going down to Southampton for Christmas."

"What would you be going down there for?" replied Mr Crompton.

"My little brother asked me to go."

"An orphan having a brother. I take it not by blood?"

"No sir, he is my brother in everything but that." Said Lily.

"How old is he?"

"Now? He is seven."

"Very mature for a seven year old." Replied Mr Crompton.

"He's always been more mature. Supposedly something to do with being around me."

"Why? Do you think that you are mature for a ten year old?"

"Yes. Not many ten year olds would have a conversation such as this with a superior." Shot back Lily.

"Touché."

"Sir, I must request my answer. I need to write back to him as soon as possible."

"Why not use the phone?" asked Mr Crompton.

"The house he is at doesn't have one sir."

Mr Crompton made a sound of outrage, but quickly quieted himself.

"At the moment, I am unsure whether or not to allow you to go. I wish for you to come back here every day to work in this office and help me complete my tasks. I will give you my answered in December."

Understanding this as a dismissal, Lily left the office.

Over the next few weeks, Lily as a diligent pupil, worked both on her studies, and doing Mr Crompton's office work. She didn't notice the whispers that followed her around, or the glares she received. Everyone seemed to think that she was on his side; no one could see that doing this had its very own purpose. The purpose to help her reach her brother. She dutifully ignored the sly remarks, and how Katie was distancing herself from her. She didn't really mind being in the company of Mr Crompton. All he did was sit at his desk and write letters, she had to keep everything in order, tidy his office, and if she got bored she could read one of the many books which lined the shelves. The real problem was the reaction she received from the rest of the school. It was at this time that she found these girls merciless and quite simply, stupid.

She stopped before the office door, and knocked. At the barked 'Enter', she walked through the doorway. She nodded towards Mr Crompton, and began her work. Carrying on for seamless hours, filing away papers and files, she didn't seem to notice that time was slowly passing by. That was until she caught sight of a file. The file appeared to have been read a lot if the creases and the ware of the paper was to be judged. A frown creased her forehead, as she read the name on the top. , Lilium-Rose It was her. Her file from St Mary's. The file that Mr Crompton must have spent hours reading. Repressing a shudder, she opened it up to see what was written about her.

Subject, Lilium Rose

Name: Lilium Rose

Surname: Unknown

Date of Birth: 31st July 1980

Blood type: O

Arrived: 3rd March 1985

Left: 26th August 1990

Injuries: Fractured collar bone, sprain ankle, broken wrist, bruising to head, torso and upper body.

Summary: Smart, quiet, dislike of attention, yet loyal to friends.

Psycho Profile: Too many barriers and masks, unable to help – Dr Dermont.

Academic Level: Maths: 6, Science: 5, English:6 Others Averaged: 5

Although she had never read her file from St Mary's, she knew she had one. Her it was, in front of her. Stating all of her injuries, her academics and even the statement from the psychiatrist that they brought in. She sensed someone moving towards her, and she automatically whirled around. Mr Crompton was staring at her with a mixture of contempt and predatory lust.

"Why do you have a file on me?" asked Lily, staring at him. She willed herself to stay where she was, and not back away.

"I have a file on everyone." Replied Mr Crompton shortly.

"But then why was mine examined this much?" requested Lily.

"I find you an intriguing creature." Said Mr Crompton. "You are intelligent no doubt, exceptionally in fact. To come from an Orphanage though, makes you distinctive. You are different, no doubt you are aware of this. But I am also interested in these injuries. Injuries to the upper body? Torso? Fractured collar bone? Just what were you doing in London? These are not normal injuries. It makes one wonder what happened in your past to cause this. Is this the same cause that made you create these barriers around your mind? For your apparent safety?"

Lily stayed silent. She was not going to answer his questions. She had no intention of doing so. No one could make her answer these questions, especially not him.

"Abandoned by your family I take it? They didn't want you? Is that why you have no name? As a child, which you are to the rest of the world, you will not understand the importance that surnames can bare. You will not be able to get very far with merely your intelligence and your charm. To pass your middle name off as your second name was genius, but it won't get you very far. You are an enigma, and I have full intentions of solving you. Just who is the dark haired child, with pale skin and tall for her age. Just who is the supposed Lilium Rose, the girl with such a nice name, whose loving family named her Lily of Purity. Just why were you abandoned Miss Rose? Why don't you tell me?"

"I wasn't abandoned." Choked out Lily, tears streaming down her face. She hadn't cried in years, and here she was crying in Mr Crompton's office. After promising herself to not show weakness, to protect herself, she failed.

"Then how did you get into St Mary's?"

"I…don't know…" replied Lily shortly.

"Well, Miss Rose. I have extremely good connections you see. One night, not so long ago, I came across a chap called Vernon. Poor guy. Couple of years ago he lost his extremely good job, and all of his connections. Took him a few years to build them back up. Now he, his wife and son live up in Newcastle. He worked for a bank, and now owns a few nightclubs. He is in fact extremely wealthy now. So one night, he had slightly too much whisky, and told me about this little girl who he and his family had to get rid of." His eyes shined with malicious intent, as he stepped forwards.

Lily shook her head, she remembered it now. The lightning was arching across the sky, as rain hammered against the floor. She watched as a car sped away, and a screech of pain echoed throughout the area. It was her doing the screeching. It had been the day she had been abandoned. She felt someone's hand cupping her cheek, and she lifted her head. Her emerald green eyes were welling with tears, as she remembered that night, when her only family left abandoned her in a thunder storm.

"I see my thoughts were correct. Mr Dursley told me that they didn't give the Orphanage your real name, because it was for your safety. But he never got round to telling me who you really were. He passed out you see. But, now I believe that you hold all the answers. I want this little puzzle of mine solved. I would like the answers now!" he hissed, gripping her chin even hard, and stepping forwards even more. So barely an inch was between them. Lily shuddered, feeling claustrophobic. "You will tell me girl!"

Lily lowered her head, while trying to think of what to say. Mr Crompton then grabbed a fistful of hair, and wrenched her head up, so she would meet his eyes. She gasped out in pain, as her head throbbed.

"Tell me!"

"There's nothing to tell!" gasped Lily.

Mr Crompton let go of her, a thoughtful expression marring his face.

"Well, if that is the case. I will have to make you tell me."

Lily stared at the man, confused. She didn't understand. If he believed that she had nothing to tell, then what did he expect of her to tell him. Suddenly, moving quicker than she thought he could, he grabbed her head once more and wrenched it up. He bent down and crushed his lips against hers. He wrapped a hand around her waist when he sensed her want to run away.

Lily however was crying out in pain. Her lips were hurting, and the grip around her waist was vice-like. She couldn't escape. This was her end. She felt Mr Crompton toss her to the ground like a rag doll, and drag her across the ground by her hair. She had to do something. A new life flowed through her veins, as her want for freedom increased. Her skin seems to glow with energy, as the rooms temperature increased. Mr Crompton was then blasted across the room, into a glass cabinet. He hit it, and glass exploded out into the room. Lily has enough sense of mind to cover her eyes, but her hands, legs, arms and cheeks were cut by flying glass. When she felt that it was safe, she removed her hands to look across the glass covered room, and the unconscious form of Mr Crompton. She had done it again. That weird thing, which caused her to hurt people in order to save herself. She lowered her head, and felt a tear slide down her cheek. Soon silent sobs racked her body, as she felt all the loneliness in the world. She remembered it all now, her family leaving her alone. It was one of the reasons as to why her fear for thunder storms. All of these things went back to the night the Dursley's left her at St Mary's. Why hadn't they tried to find her since? It made no sense. She remembered them being kind to her, vaguely. She remembered playing with her cousin in the back garden. She also remembered lots of white light, and people prodding and poking at her forehead. Nothing else had made sense.

Hours later perhaps, she had lost all sense of time, she heard someone walk through the door. She didn't look up, until someone crouched down next to her. Her emerald green eyes clashed with sapphire blue, as Damien stared at her. She rushed towards him, and enveloped him into a hug, tears cascading down her cheeks, as she sobbed into her shoulder.

"Shh, Lily. It's ok. We'll go and see Alyssa now." With his help, she managed to get up off the floor, and leave the room. Neither of them seemed to care over the fact that they were holding hands.

"Now, Lily. I believe everything you have told me." Said Mrs Braxter softly. "However, the only way we can get rid of Mr Crompton is if you are willing to press charges." The tone of her voice suggested that she had said that line many a time.

Determination flooding her system, she nodded her head. "I will."

A bright smile crossed Mrs Braxter's features, she had obviously been looking forward to the day when she could get rid of him.

"Now, onto another subject. I know how she managed to subdue him." From the shocked look that Lily gave her, she continued. "I am not going to tell anyone about it, as it is a gift. A gift that myself, and Damien have as well. A gift that millions of people worldwide share with you as well. It's the gift of magic."

Lily head shot up in shock, staring at Mrs Braxter in disbelief.

"You Lily are a witch. From what I can see, you will probably be one of the most powerful magic users of your generation."

Before Lily could reply, she felt the darkness which had been on the edges of her vision, take over. She then knew no more.

Lol! Quite lot to happen yet. I have, by the way wrote this entire story in summary form. It's going to be eighteen chapters long, and you will all want to kill me when you read the sixteenth! XD Enjoy!