Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K.R. I only own the story/plot and all original characters presented throughout the duration of this fic.

Summery- Lily Evans was always the quiet, geeky, ugly, fat, outcast that no body wanted. She either never existed to people, or she was constantly picked on and bullied. Now five years after her Hogwarts years has ended has anything changed? Will she show up for a month long reunion at Hogwarts? And if she does will they want the old Lily back?

A/N- Warning of crude language.

No More Miss Nice Girl

Chapter 1

The stars in the darkened night sky twinkled brightly, contrasting against the dark hue of night. A cool wind blew through the busy streets of Makaha, Hawaii. A group of young ladies in their early/late twenties were walking toward a very busy nightclub. However, as they neared it some went to the front, while some went to the back entrance of the club. A big African American man stood at the back entrance of the cub. When the girls neared it he smiled at them before letting them in without hesitation.

The club was loud and had a color scheme of shiny chrome black and silver. Loud music could be heard from the DJ and people ordering drinks. The girls went to the back of the club and entered a room where some other girls were.

The girls greeted each other. There were a total of seven occupants in the room at the moment, all of who worked at the club. Some of them danced, others served drinks. The ones who danced were busy getting dressed in something they could easily move in as they fixed their makeup and hair.

"Hey, Janice, is there anyone new out there tonight?" A tall Latino girl names Kristi asked. Kristi was one of the dancers at the club, and one of the loudest. If she wasn't dancing or serving drinks she was with a 'fuck buddy', as she so eloquently put it. However, one could always count on her to be there when they needed her to be.

Janice, a pretty African-American girl about twenty-five years old who served drinks there, looked at Kristi and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know. I was busy talking to the boss," She said.

"Talking yea right," Another girl teased.

"Shut up, Marie," Janice said to the black haired girl of about twenty-seven years old who also served drinks.

Marie grinned at her. "What? We all know that you and him got something going on?" She teased.

Janice rolled her eyes. "I gotta go, as do you," She said poking Marie who nodded. "See you out on the floor," She called as she left with Marie, leaving five other women in the room.

The others were laughing softly as they finished getting dressed, fixed their hair, and carefully applied their makeup with practiced perfection. After a few minutes another girl left to go serve drinks, leaving only four. The four who had came in together. They all glanced at each other before going back to their task at hand.

"Hey, Kristi, how busy do you think it will be tonight?" Asked Dana, a tall twenty four year old dancer with natural blonde hair.

Kristi gave her the look. "Why do you always ask me this?" She asked before going back to brushing her short black hair, making it flare stylishly at the bottom even more.

Dana shrugged before finishing her makeup. "I'm ready. Is anyone else?" She asked looking over her friends and fellow dancers.

"Almost," Came the reply of a twenty five year old brunette named Casey.

Dana rolled her eyes. "Come on." Impatience laced her words.

Casey rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah… I'm finished, come on," She said walking over to her best friend.

Dana looked at Kristi. "You ready." Kristi gave the blonde a look that clearly stated no. Dana shrugged. "Ren, you ready?" She asked.

"Do I look ready?" A young woman snapped, sending them a sideways glance. Ren was Kristi's best friend and vise versa. Coming equipped with a mean streak, she was one of the 'bitches' out of her group of friends. She had dark ruby red hair that was short and flared outward at the bottom, was twenty-three years old, and was one of the youngest out of the group.

"Geez I get the picture," Dana said. "See you guys out on the dance floor." She left with Marie behind her.

When they were gone Kristi looked over at her friend, raised an eyebrow. "What's on your mind, Renny Ren Ren?" She teased. Ren sent her a look, rolled her eyes.

"You need help Kristi, ya know?" She asked her playfully.

Kristi grinned at her. "No more then you do my dear," She retorted as she watched Ren finish applying her black eyeliner. "You ready now?" Kristi asked her.

Ren rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm ready. Lets go," She said and followed her friend out of the room to go do her job: dance.

(An hour later)

An hour later, at one AM in the morning one could find Kristi Jefferson and Ren O'Neill dancing the night away to 'Hey Mama' by the Black Eyed Peas. Ren and Kristi looked hot, making guys, and girls, mouth water as they moved to the music and words. They both loved their job because they loved to dance. Both could hip-hop perfectly, Ren more so then Kristi because Kristi liked break dancing better then hip-hop.

When the song 'Hey Mama' was over Kristi and Ren left to go back to the room they had changed in. When they entered the room they flopped down on the couch. Sweat ran down their bodies from dancing so much. Ren got both of them a glass of water.

"Wow, that was fun," Kristi said.

Ren nodded her head in agreement as she downed her glass of water. "I know. Shouldn't Dana and Marie be back by now?" Ren asked.

Kristi shrugged. "The hell if I should know," Kristi said as she went and began to touch up her make again so it would look fresh.

Just then, Dana and Marie walked through the door. Ren gave them both a glass of water, which they took, drinking it gratefully. Afterwards they went to touch up their makeup and hair.

"God this has to be the busiest night I've ever seen," Dana commented.

Marie nodded her in agreement. "I know. It's so busy, with a lot of hot and single guys," She said and giggled.

"Who says they're all single and for you?" Ren asked with a smirk.

The other girls laughed at that, while Marie rolled her eyes at her friend. "Hey, Kristi, what time are you and Ren getting off tonight?" Dana asked.

Kristi looked at her and shrugged. "Five I think."

Dana rolled her eyes. "Ren?"

"Five," She replied. Dana nodded her head. "What about you guys?"

"Four thirty," Dana told her. Ren nodded her head before her and Kristi left the room to go back to work.

(Five thirty)

Kristi and Ren walked into their beach house they rented and switched on the lights. Ren threw her jacket on the floor; Kristi threw hers on top of Ren's. Ren walked into their kitchenette, fully intending on getting herself something to eat while Kristi took out her hoop earrings and laid them down. Their beach house wasn't big, but it wasn't incredible small either. It was big enough for the both of them and a third if they wanted. Also, it was in their price range. Kristi was the one who kept it clean because Ren wouldn't have anything to do with cleaning or cooking (she blamed it on the feminist in her). They usually just ordered out if they were hungry, however.

"I'm going to bed, see ya in the morning," Kristi said, heading off to her room. After Kristi had closed her door, Ren walked into the living room, plopping down ungracefully on the couch to eat her sandwich before going to bed.

(The Next Day)

After getting out of the shower, Ren dried her dark red hair, brushed it before pulling it back in a ponytail, and slipped into a pair of short jean cargo shorts and a black halter with black eye liner outlining her eyes. She then walked out of her room and saw Kristi sitting at the table in her pj's eating some cereal and reading the paper. Ren smirked and walked into the kitchenette.

"Wow, Kristi Jefferson, actually reading. I'm impressed. I always thought you were kind of illiterate," She teased. Kristi mocked glared at her, giving her the finger.

"Ha, ha very funny. Maybe you should try it sometime," She said. Ren rolled her eyes, pouring herself a glass of orange juice before sitting down on the edge of the table. Kristi looked at Ren weird for a moment. When Ren noticed she raised an eyebrow at her.

"Anyways I'm out. See ya later," Ren called out, walking out the door.

(At the Market place)

Ren walked through the crowds of people shopping at the market place, the hot Hawaiian sun glaring down on her. Ren loved Hawaii; it was always warm and never cold. There was sun, beaches, the ocean, and places to surf. She just loved everything about Hawaii, almost everything anyways. She loathed getting sunburned, as she was unable to tan even the slightest. She was looking through fresh fruits and vegetables when someone walked up behind her, wrapping their arms around her slim waist. Ren stiffened about to go off on them when an all to familiar voice whispered in her ear.

"Hey there sexy," The husky voice said playfully.

Ren rolled her eyes and relaxed as she pulled away from one of her other best friends, Jimmy Davis. She looked up at the six foot one well built tanned surfer. A goofy grin was plastered on his face, his hazel eyes shining with happiness.

"What do you want?" Ren asked putting a piece of red hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear.

Jimmy chuckled. "It's nice to see you again too, Renny," He said playfully with her. He was one of her closest friends, besides Kristi. He considered her to be his little sister.

She glared at him. "Don't call me that," She said, turning back around to search through the fresh produce.

"Kristi's allowed to," Jimmy pouted.

Ren rolled her eyes playfully at him. "But Kristi's special."

Jimmy's mouth dropped open. "Are you saying I'm not special?" He asked.

Ren pretended to think about this for a moment. "Yes." She laughed at his expression.

After Ren's laughter had settled down a comfortable silence fell between them. Finally Jimmy spoke up. "So how exactly is Kristi?" He asked timidly.

Ren glanced at him and raised an eyebrow at him. "Why don't you just ask her out already?" She asked annoyed that her two best friends didn't just tell the other that they were attracted to them, when they made it so obvious that they felt something for the other. She could never understand that, probably because she had never actually felt that way about someone, and didn't want to. Sure she had flings here and there, but she never felt anything for them. They were just there for her pleasure, something she could toy around with. She knew it was harsh, but she didn't care. She fucked; she didn't love. The only people she actually gave a damn about were Kristi, Jimmy, and Kassie. Other then that she didn't care about anyone, she preferred to play the part as the bitch. 'I decided that along time ago,' She thought to herself.

Jimmy sighed and looked at her. "I don't know... I mean what if she rejects me, or it completely screws our friendship up?" He told her.

Ren rolled her in annoyance. "The human heart is something I will never be able to comprehend," She said, starting to walk on down the street, leaving Jimmy standing there in his own thoughts. "I have to go and visit Kassie, see you round Jimmy." And with that Ren disappeared into the crowd of people.

Kassie owned a large beach house next to the ocean. She had been one of the first people she had met when she had first arrived in Hawaii. Kassie had been generous enough to take her in, and let her stay at her house for a little while until Ren was able to get on her own feet. While she had been staying with Kassie, Kassie had taught her how to box, karate, street fight, and several other forms of self-defense. She also helped her to loose a lot of weight. Shortly after that she had met Kristi, and the two had bonded instantly. Ren had felt bad about leaving Kassie to live with Kristi at first, but Kassie reassured her that it was ok, to just come visit her anytime she wanted. And that was what Ren had been doing for the last five years.

When Ren arrived at the two story white beach house she walked in the front door, and glanced around the clean and homey house. She heard music coming from downstairs, knew Kassie was down there with her punching bag, keeping in shape. Ren walked down the basement stairs. Sure enough there was Kassie, beating the crap out of her punching bag.

"Kassie!" Ren shouted at her. Kassie stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her. She grinned when she saw Ren there.

"Hey Ren. I was wondering when you were coming to see me again," Kassie said. Kassie had a dark, natural tan to her, with really dark hair. She was tall, and preferred to keep to herself. People of the island thought she was weird because they never really talked to her. In truth, Ren was really the only person who she talked to. Kassie was twenty-nine years old.

"I just came and saw you yesterday," Ren pointed out sarcastically.

Kassie shrugged and turned down her music. "That was yesterday," She said. "So you come to spar a little?"

Ren rolled her eyes. "Is that all you think about is sparring?" Ren asked fully walking into the large basement and flopping down in a chair.

Kassie shrugged. "Gotta keep it kicking ya know? Besides you haven't sparred in a while. I wanna see what ya have."

Ren gave Kassie a bored look. "I'm not wearing the right clothes," She pointed out.

Kassie rolled her eyes. "Excuses, excuses. Fine you're let off the hook this time, but next time it won't be so easy."

"Yea, yea I get the damn picture," Ren said. "Anyways there's a party tonight. Why don't you come?" Ren asked and watched as her friend stiffened slightly. She shook her head. "Come on Kassie, when do you get out of this bloody house?" Ren winced once she realized what she had said. Kassie raised an eyebrow.

"No matter how hard you try Ren, its not going to go away. You are who you are, you are what you are no matter what," Kassie said.

Ren glared at her slightly. "And what's that?"

"Well for one you're British, even though you've been pretty successful at hiding your accent," Kassie stated, some unknown sparkle appearing in her eyes. She didn't know Ren's past, she never tried to know her past, all she knew was that she was British and that was more then anyone else knew.

"Unfortunately, yes, I am. And as much as I would like to forget it, something or one always reminds me of it," Ren said a bit angrily, directing the comment toward her friend. Talking about this always got her angry… fast. "I have to go Kassie, I'll see you tomorrow." With that said, she quickly left Kassie's house.

(Later that night)

The music blared, the smell of smoke and liquor thick in the air. It was suffocating almost. Bodies were packed tightly against each other. Anywhere you moved you were always touching or being touched. Bodies moved together tightly pressed against each other as they moved to the rhythm of the music. Right in the middle of couples dancing was a short red head grinding to the music with a guy she didn't even know, nor did she want to know. Her head was light. She was unable to think about anything she was doing that night. The liquor that she had poured down her throat was starting to get to her, starting to intoxicate her. She liked this feeling. It let her forget everything. Let her just focus on the guy she was using at the moment.

When another song started up, Ren pulled away from her dancing partner, leaving in search of another. She blatantly ignored the protest from him. She walked by Kristi who was in the middle of a make out session with some surfer she had met before. Her dull emerald green eyes scanned over the people in search of her 'prey'. She spotted him, talking to skinny blonde that she knew and absolutely hated. She smirked and made her way over to him. The bitch in her began to rear up. Ren rudely walked in between the blonde and her 'prey', smiling seductively at him.

"Wanna dance?" She asked. The guy looked at her and smiled in response to her question. "Sorry hun, better luck next time." She smirked.

She pushed past the blonde who was glaring at her back as she left with the guy behind her. Out on the dance floor the guy, Rick, was all over her as they dance. Not that she minded, no not at all, but that was about as far as this little baby would go with her. She may be a bitch 99.9 percent of the time, however, she wasn't a complete slut. Besides she could get better if she wanted to go all the way tonight.

As the night dragged on, Ren had danced with many guys, to many for her to keep track of. It was late into the night and Ren knew her and Kristi should be getting home. She had had her fun with these people, now she was bored and wanted to go home so she could sleep off the hangover she was sure she would have in the morning. 'It's just a fucking matter of finding Kristi,' She thought bitterly as she pushed her way through the masses of people hanging all over each other. Her green eyes searched the faces around her hoping she would spot her best friend. When she didn't she rolled her eyes, thought about leaving her there. 'Besides she's a fucking big girl she can take care of herself.' Ren thought as she turned around to head toward the exit. On her way she ran into a tall blonde girl, bumping shoulders forcefully.

"Hey watch it," The blonde snapped.

Ren glared at the girl, saw it was one of her least favorite friends, Dana Richards. Honestly, she didn't know why she hung around her. She annoyed the loving hell out of Ren. She supposed the only reason she put up with her was because she was Kristi's friend. However, they really never got along.

"Oh Ren... Its you," Dana said looking at her 'friend'.

"Yeah bitch its me. Gotta problem with it?" Ren snapped. Her mood was quickly changing from being intoxicated to sour.

Dana glared at her, her see green/blue eyes cold. "Maybe I do," Dana said.

'What a sucky comeback,' Ren thought and rolled her eyes. She honestly didn't even know why she ever bothered with her at times.

"Maybe you should get over it then slut," Ren snapped at her. Ren shoved past her, but stopped and looked over her shoulder at Dana. "Oh and because I'm such a decent and wonderful 'friend' get some new comebacks bitch." She smirked and left the party to walk home.

(Morning)

The pounding in Ren's head and the nauseated feeling in her stomach assured her that her assumption about having a hangover was, in fact, correct. She cursed herself for drinking so much last night before rolling over on her back, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as the bright noon sun shown across her face. She listened to the gentle sound of the waves outside, sighed in contentment before a person thumping on the front door broke it. Ren's eyes snapped opened, which she regretted once she got a full douse of sunlight, and she stumbled out of bed, getting tangled up in her thin sheet. Once she got untangled she cautiously walked to the front door, rolled her eyes when she saw Kristi closing the door.

"Damnit, Kristi, where the fuck were you last night? And could you please be little more quieter when you barge in the damn house?" Ren snapped, her headache making her snap.

Kristi looked at her friend for a moment. "Gee someone sure is a cranky ass this evening," Kristi said. "Besides I was with Tommy." Kristi shrugged. Ren rolled her eyes, not even wanting to know who Tommy was. "Want details?"

Ren gave her a weird look. "No," She replied and pulled her self up on the kitchen counter as Kristi dug around in the refrigerator.

"Heard about you and Dana's little argument the other night," Kristi stated, her head still stuck in the refrigerator. "From Dana herself even."

Ren rolled her eyes. "So the little slut went and ran her mouth huh? What'd she say?" Ren asked.

Kristi shrugged. "Nothing much really. She didn't talk crap about you if that's what you're asking," Kristi pointed out. "Honestly Ren, why can't you just be nice to her? What's she ever done to you?"

Ren rolled her eyes. "So you're favoring her huh?" Ren asked.

Kristi popped her head over the side of the door, glared at her slightly. "No, Ren, you know I would always pick you over her, but I don't get it. Dana's never done anything to you, but yet, you're a total bitch to her," Kristi said. "Strike that, you're a bitch to everybody, unless, of course, your fucking their damn brains out, and even then, afterwards you're a bitch to 'em."

Ren shrugged. "Not like I like any of them. They're all just a bunch of sheep," Ren snapped.

Kristi glared at her. "Hey watch it, I'm friends with some of them 'sheep'," Kristi pointed out.

Ren shrugged. "I'm not going to change my opinion over it, though," Ren told her. Kristi shrugged and went back to searching for food.

"Everyone's entitled to their own opinion Ren, I'm not trying to change yours." Kristi closed the refrigerator with a grin on her face as she pulled slices of cold pizza out with her. Ren gave her an odd look before chuckling slightly.

"Want?" Kristi asked holding out a slice to her.

Ren half-smiled at her. "Err that's ok Kristi, you eat it."

Kristi shrugged. "Suit yourself then." She flopped down in one of the chair and began to eat. Silence surrounded them; the only sound was the sound of Kristi eating. Finally Kristi spoke, breaking the deafening silence, "Hey Ren, can I ask you something?"

Ren shrugged. "Sure I guess."

Kristi was silent for a moment, thinking of how to word her question. "Ok I was wondering, you know, how your like a bitch and all to everyone right? Well did you treat your friends or your peers like that at your old school?" Kristi asked out of curiosity.

Kristi looked away from Ren, missing the blank look that fell across her face and eyes. Her eyes glazed. She slowly faded into one of the memories she yearned to forget.

/The common room was filled with kids laughing and socializing with each other. Everyone seemed to be surrounded by someone who they were talking to, except one. A young girl around the age of fifteen with bushy light red hair silently sat in the corner huddled over tons of books and 'paper'. Her small, pudgy hand was moving very fast as she scribbled notes and the finishing touches of her extra credit so she could move on to more. Suddenly the quill she was using was snatched out of her hand. Her head snapped around to look at who had snatched her quill away from her. Her amazing emerald eyes that were hidden behind think, huge round black glass looked upon three of the most popular girls of her year. In the middle stood the ringleader and her quill.

"Well, well what do we have here? Extra credit?" The middle one asked. Crystal Johnson was one of the most popular girls in the whole school. She was tall, slender, and she had the perfect body from modeling with dark hair to the middle of her back.

The other two snorted. "Could the Virgin Mary be anymore pathetic?" Asked Kayla Wonder, a pretty blonde that was tall and anorexic thin.

"More like the Virgin Carrot," Added Lisa Brown, another blonde that was tall and thin.

The three girls laughed at that as the red head stared at them. Her eyes showed tears that she refused to let fall. "Oh we're hurting her feelings," Crystal taunted and smirked evilly at her. "Fun isn't it?" She asked about the time she felt arms encircle her waist. She grinned.

The red head looked behind Crystal and saw her boyfriend, one of the most popular and arrogant boys in the whole school. James Potter and following close behind his three best mates, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter. "Hey babe, what's up?" He asked, not noticing the red head they were teasing.

Crystal grinned. "Oh we were just talking to Lily here," Crystal told him sweetly. Lily Evans looked at James who turned his dark eyes and looked at her.

"It's the carrot," Sirius Black said when he saw her. Lily's eyes turned downwards, she willed herself not to cry. She quickly turned to close up her books and go up to her dormitory when Crystal's hand stopped her.

"Did I tell you, you could go you fat pig?" She sneered at Lily. Lily glanced behind Crystal when she heard snickers. Of course she should have known. There were her and her boyfriend's friends laughing at her, well except Remus who just looked at her weird, almost sadly. "Well did I?"

"N-no," Lily stuttered her voice shaking.

"Crystal! Come here for a second!" She heard one of Crystals friends yell. Arabella Figg. Crystal glanced back at her for a second before rolling her eyes and glaring at Lily who cowered slightly away from her.

"This isn't over pig," She hissed and walked away with her two friends. Lily noticed then that the marauders weren't even there anymore. She quickly packed away her thing sand rushed as quickly as she could up the steps and into the 5th year girl's room. There she flung her things onto her bed and sat down, breathing hard from running up the steps. She heard footsteps walking toward the door and-/

"Ren, hello, snap out of it." Kristi snapped her fingers in front of Ren face. Ren blinked and looked at Kristi.

"Sorry what were you saying?" She asked, trying to forget the memory that she had been successful up until that point at pushing to the back of her mind.

Kristi rolled her eyes. "I was asking if you were a total bitch to the people at your old school."

Ren shrugged. "I don't know, maybe," She lied. She knew she wasn't a bitch back in her Hogwarts day, hell she wasn't even noticed unless someone wanted to be cruel to her.

Kristi shrugged and accepted her answer.

"Well I gotta go. I promised Tommy I would meet him again," Kristi said.

"Uh, don't you have to shower first?" Ren asked. Kristi shrugged.

"Did at his house." She grinned as she pranced off to her room to change and leave. Ren shook her head, rubbed her temples lightly trying to rid herself of the headache.

(A Couple of Hours Later)

Ren walked inside her beach house later that evening wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts that were unzipped showing the bikini shorts she wore. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and dripping wet from where she had been in the water minutes before. She opened her refrigerator, took out two beers and a bottle of vodka before closing the refrigerator shut.

"Ren, thank God on your soul," Jimmy said grabbing the two beers from her. "I'll take this to Kristi." He walked back outside before she could reply. She shook her head and was beginning to make her way outside when the sound of wings stopped her dead in her tacks. A dreadful coldness spread throughout her being. It couldn't be, could it? She slowly turned to look at what had made the noise. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest.

"Fuck no," Ren whispered, her eyes dramatically wide. On her table sat a large barn owl with a letter in front of it. It screeched once at her before flying away out the window. Her eyes followed it out. When she could no longer see it, she turned her eyes back to the envelope lying on her table. She cautiously walked toward it, almost as if it was bomb that she expected to blow up at any second. She reached out a slightly shaky hand and touched the letter, bringing it closer to her face to see what it said. On the front of the envelope written in emerald-green ink was the name Lily Evans. A cold, dumbfounded shock mixed with icy anger raced threw her.

"Fuck…"

A/N- I went back and redid this chapter. Nothing really changed; I just fixed some errors mostly. Anyways, if you are a new reader, then review, and if you are an old reader/reviewer… hope the revision bettered your reading. Also, there will be references to things that are post 21st century, and they will be used in the story, as seen with 'Hey Mama'. If you do not like that, then do not read it. All flames will be discarded and ignored.

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