The Longing ((until the last Rose dies))

The story of Lily Evan's has been told many times and all of them have the same theme. The same plot line over and over again. Why can't they just deal with the fact that maybe for a while Lily and James were friends, that Sirius wasn't a complete tease and James might have not 'loved Lily' but had a measly crush on her? Why do these thoughts never cross anyone's minds? Are there any real hints in the books to show my reasoning unreasonable? I don't think so. So here is my version, and what is most probably the truth.

ChapterTwo.FirstYearFriendshipsAndOtherThings
"James Potter! Sirius Black! Remus Lupin! Peter Pettigrew!" Lily rushed over to the four boys giving each a tight hug. The four boys she had met on the train that fateful day. It was her favorite memory. An adorable boy with black hair and hazel eyes behind glasses decided to help her. She had at first thought it all a joke. Magic? Hah. And no, not just when James had told her to walk through a pillar. No, she had been denial of being a witch ever since getting the letter. It was a white letter with no real address listed to inform her who had sent it. All it said in an emerald green writing, that matched Lily's eyes her mother had pointed out, her location in the house. She ripped it open quickly; Lily almost never got mail. She had the potential to be very popular in school. Her grades were always over a 95, she was decent looking, nice and got things quickly. It was just her damn shyness and modesty! If she could just go up to a person and tell talk to them. At least say 'hello how are you?' Something polite, something decent, something! But no… The weirdest part was, though, Lily always had this voice in the back telling her 'you're better then these muggles anyway'. It was self-conceited, self absorbed, totally unlike Lily and didn't make any sense!

What in bloody hell's name did muggle mean?

She would constantly think of the word 'muggle'. And soon, when she was nine, more odd words started popping up in her head. Lily would start relating people to odd make believe creates. She even called a chubby girl, Rilia Turnbloat, who liked like a bird a 'fat hippogriff', but not to her face of course. The girl, when she was 10, had even exploded on her older sister, Petunia, yelling phrases such as 'Oh Merlin!' and had called her a 'dirty muggle'. They had never really liked each other, Petunia was always jealous of Lily. Even their parents could tell. But when her sister was yelling at her, Lily would simply roll her eyes and go run off to play with her toy stick and pretend it was a wand. This time she had yelled at her! And called her the word. There was that muggle word again!

What in bloody hell's name did muggle mean?

Well she had learned what muggle meant, but not in the way she had expected to.

"Honey, why did you call you're sister a dirty muffle?" her mother, Andréa Evans, stooped down to her level and asked her. Lily had always looked up to her mother. She was a stern but fair lady and instead of talking behind people's backs she preferred to confront them face-to-face. The 10 year old could remember her looking directly in her eyes. Her mother had blue eyes. Her father had brown. No one had Lily's eye color.

"Muggle, mummy. She's a muggle! I called her that, because that's what she is. So are you mummy, but you're a good muggle. She's horrid, make her nice mummy, please," Lily jumped up and down, telling her mother. Lily hadn't even understood what she had said, but kept on saying it anyway.

"What does muggle mean, honey?" her mother asked her patiently. Petunia didn't have that patience, though. She walked over to Lily and grabbed a random part of her shirt.

"Little squib! Freak! Now you're making up weird words!" she hissed. "Weirdo!"

"Muggle. Muggle. Muggle," Lily chanted softly and quietly.

"Enough, both of you!" Andréa stood up and shook her head in shame. She separated her older daughter from her younger and scolded her. "Petunia, no! Set an example for you sister!"

"Example my arse," Petunia muttered under her breath. Lily heard it, but her mother had become obliviuos to the fact her older daughter was even there.

"Now tell me, Lily. Lily, look at me! What does muggle mean?" she asked.

"It means a non-magic person. Like you. Like Petunia. Like daddy."

The rest of the Evans family started avoiding her. It lasted about a month. Had she really gone insane like Petunia believed? Well Lily got fed up with it, she was smart, brilliant even, she knew what they were thinking! At dinnertime everything was usually silent. Her mom, dad and sister were picking at their food, trying there best to look away but this had gone to far! Lily got red in the face and suddenly all there food started floating above their heads. They got faster and faster and faster. They suddenly they dropped in their plates, exactly where they had been like anything had happened. The very next day Lily got the envelope. It explained that she was a witch and she would be going to Hogwarts (back in those days muggleborns got a separate letter that explained everything). Her parents were thrilled; Lily really wasn't a psychopath! Lily on the other hand thought this was a cruel joke.

Shy Lily was a witch. Shy and modest. So shy and modest that when a messy haired, pale, skinny boy showed her how to get to the train she kissed him! Thats how shy she was. Well he was cute, or at least decent, and she was very thankful. It proved this wasn't a joke; Lily Evans was a witch! And with other witches and warlocks, she felt like she was where she belonged! Finally! No more muggles!

Then on the train she sat with him! Lily Evans was sitting next to a wizard, a real wizard, a boy wizard, but a wizard! And simply talking. They became friends. She was friends with a boy. Friends with a wizard. She had finally had a friend! Then three other boys came in with them. The first one was Sirius Black, a very charming, handsome boy. The next was Remus Lupin, also very cute. Next was Peter Pettigrew, a small chubby boy but at the same time just as shy as Lily was. She could remember the conversation perfectly!

The compartment door magically opened as a boy, the same age as James, fell through it. Actually it had looked like he jumped through it, with one of the pumpkin patties. He was very handsome with charming, aristocratic somewhat haughty looks. His gray eyes looked endless and fathomless, he had dark short hair and was pretty tall. James couldn't help but look over at Lily. Her expression was...impressed. James on the other hand was a bit frightened.

"Are you alright mate?" James asked him as he helped him up.

"Name's Black, Sirius Black and yeah, thanks. You are?" Sirius had a superior look in him, but didn't exactly flaunt it. More like exposed it.

"James, James Potter. And this beautiful yet shy thing in the corner over there is Lily Evans," James introduced, giving Lily a half smile. She blushed and looked down. Sirius laughed, even though it sounded more like a dog barking.

"Are you two a couple? Or am I allowed to tell her how beautiful her eyes are?" Sirius was obviously a tease, but at least not a perverted one. And cunning at that.

"Sorry Black, but Lily and I are madly in love and are expecting to get married next summer," James laughed. Sirius joined in and Lily laughed nervously. James wasn't sure she knew it was a joke. And just before Sirius could respond two more boys jumped into the box. One was skinny in things that looked more like rags then robes. He was pale and graying, even though the same age. Skinny and had dark brownish eyes. The other one had sandy blonde hair and was a bit plump.

"Bloody damn Black, you gave us a bloody scare there!" the rag dressed one exclaimed. The plump one just shrugged. Sirius laughed once more and then introduced James and Lily to the two boys.

"Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, meet my new friends James Potter and Lily Evans."

Evidently, Peter had tripped over Remus's cart, which is how they met. Then Sirius saw a new broom, whatever it was Lily couldn't remember, in Remus's cart and had to make a comment. Then Peter saw a weird shaped ball in Remus's cart. He explained that it was a muggle sport, football ((American football)). They played and Sirius fell in Lily and James's compartment, and they all met. To that day all five of them call it the cart coincidence.

Well, luckily enough they had gotten sorted in the same house, unluckily Lily had gotten other friends. Friends that were girls. One, Evalynn Avis, became her closest friend. The boys became best friends also, and in a few months worth the most popular boys. Lily was simply normal but happy all the same.

"Its Evans!" Sirius raised a cup of foaming pumpkin juice. Lily was curious to what he put in there, but didn't bother ask. "Lets toast for the most beautiful girl at this table!"

Lily giggled as Remus hugged her. He decided not let go and she was forced to sit on his lap. Awe boo hoo, poor her ((note sarcasm)). "You little flirt."

"No, not usually," he informed her. She smiled and told Eva to sit. She did so happily, next to Sirius. Eva was a beauty, long black hair that had red highlights; unnatural, and light pool blue eyes. The Gryffindor was loud and a bit rebellious, with a huge crush on the hottest popular boy. Figures. Lily's other close friend, Chloe Saracrost, was already engaged in a quiditch conversation with James. She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match, a tan and another beauty. Lily was always jealous of them would probably always be.

"God I missed you guys so much. Haven't talked in such a long time," she admitted to Sirius, Peter and Remus. "I'm sure James knows Chloe, and you guys know Eva right?"

"Ahh, such a lovely sight for sore eyes," Sirius kissed Eva's hand, making her blush. She never blushed.

"Leave it to Sirius to make the best first impression," Remus shook his head in disgust while Lily smiled for her friend. She thought, no knew, they would make a cute couple. Both ambitious and a bit arrogant for there own good.

"Oh Siri! Honey!" a high pitched voice could be heard from a distance.

"Shit, got to run," and fast then you can say 'run forest, run!' Sirius was gone. Peter was laughing like it was the funniest thing in the word and Lily laughed along, not because of Sirius but because she loved Peter's laugh. It was heavy but joyous and the nicest laugh she ever heard. His voice was weird and squeaky, but his laugh was perfect!

"Sirius Black for you ladies and gentlemen," Eva commented, rolling her eyes. Remus put on a half smile, a sign of approval.

"I shall have to use that. I hope you don't mind," he wondered.

"Use whatever you want, just give me credit," Eva smiled. She would probably become a comedian when she grew up. The girl wasn't the smartest and obviously her future didn't include anything that had to do with what she learned in school.

"Will do."

"Ewe, I do not want me closest friends flirting with each other! Eck! Get my permission first, please," Lily pleaded but was kidding around. Remus seemed a little shocked, but she thought it was because he forgot she was on his lap.

"Uhh, too late," Eva laughed, pointing to Chloe and James.

There they were snogging as if no tomorrow.

"Great," Lily muttered, blowing a hair from her face.