Harry's POV
I looked around the platform. I was standing beside the Hogwarts Express, hoping I would see Lily again. I may have broken it off with her, but I still have strong feelings for her. I wanted to see her again so badly that it almost hurt.
Then it happened. She came through the floo with her trunk coming behind her. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing a dress that looked almost like a shorter version of a Victorian dress. It was navy blue with white sleeves.
She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, just how beautiful the train was. I watched as Draco Malfoy came out of the floo and scoop Lily into his arms. Lily laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
I felt a wave of anger run through my body. I thought Malfoy was gay! What is he doing making a move on my g-… Lily.
I watched as Lily pecked him on the lips as he set her down and grabbed her trunk along with his. "Hey Harry!" I heard Ron call from the other side of me, but eversince the triwizard tournament last year, I couldn't trust him. "Why'd you dye your hair man! It doesn't look right on you."
"Don't care," I said still glaring at Malfoy and Lily. Her hair was pulled into two pigtails on either side of her head and her bangs swooping to the side.
"Well, where have you been for the whole summer?" he asked. I knew he was trying to get information out of me that he can give straight to Dumbledore.
"None of your business," I said back to him.
"Hey Harry!" I heard Neville's voice yell as he ran up to us, Trevor in his hands, "Nice hair. That color really works with your eyes."
"Hey Nev," I said with a smile, even though I was still angry about Lily and Draco, Neville was one of my only real friends… beside Fred and George that is.
Speaking of the twins, I saw them staring at Draco sadly. They were sad that he was being all lovey with a girl they didn't know. I made my way over to them quietly and leaned against the stone pillar they were leaning on.
"You guys okay?" I asked.
"Honestly?" Fred asked.
"No," George answered.
"Well I know the pain. I fell in love with her over the summer," I said.
"You know her?" Fred asked, not letting on that he was shocked.
"Her name is Lily Crimson. She's 15 years old and has been living with Malfoy for the length of the summer," I said.
"Oh!" I heard Lily's voice cry as she turned around, "I forgot something!"
She was running in our direction, and I took one big step so I would be in her way. She ran right into me and I grabbed her arm before she could fall.
"Oh!" she said, "I'm so sorry!" She looked at me with no spark of happiness or even sadness in her eyes. It was like she didn't even know who I was. "My name is Lily. Lily Crimson. Who are you?"
"Uh…" I said looking down at her lost. She really had no idea who I was. "Harrison, Harrison Evans," I said sticking my hand out to her. She shook it firmly but still in a way that made me think that she kind of remembered me.
Lily's POV
I sighed as I sat down in the compartment. I was thinking of that boy that I had run into on the platform. He looked so familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.
"Crimson?" Draco asked as he sat down across from me, "Are you alright?"
"Just this guy I ran into on the platform. I felt like I've seen him somewhere."
"What did he look like?" he asked.
"Dark red hair with these green eyes that just…" I paused because I couldn't explain it, "I did notice a scar on his forehead though."
"Oh that's just Harry Potter, resident prat-who-will-not-die. Though word on the street is that he's going by the name of Harrison Evans now."
"Yeah, that's how he introduced himself," I said with a sigh, "What house is he in? I didn't like the way he looked at me. It was like we went through this life changing experience, but I don't know what it was."
"He's in Gryffindor, but trust me, even a different house won't stop him from coming after you. If he likes you…"
"Don't worry sweetheart," I said leaning forward to kiss his cheek, "I love you. I mean you're the one who helped me so much over the last few months. Not him."
"Right… he wasn't there," Draco said.
Draco's POV
I hated lying to her. I hated it. I'm sure that one of these days I was going to let it slip. I looked towards the compartment door while she stared out the window, marveling at everything we passed by. I swear it was like she never saw a cow before. She may be my best friend, but I couldn't date her for much longer.
Potter- I mean Evans was standing at the doorway to the compartment with the Weasley twins. He pointed at me angrily and told me to follow him silently.
"Hey, Crimson," I said standing up, "I've got to go do a thing."
"Just say you have to pee Draco," she said, "I won't judge."
"Malfoy's don't-."
"Malfoy's don't announce that they're going to pee. Got it," she laughed.
I walked out of the carriage and found Evans shortly after. "Why is she ignoring me?" Potter asked, "is she just trying to piss me off?"
"No Evans," I said, "You broke her heart. She was so depressed, she lost about 25 pounds in a month, her hair was greasy, and she had this permanent sneer on her face. And it's because of you." I told him about how Severus erased him from her memory at her request and replace him with me.
"So she thinks that you were there with her?" Potter growled.
"You were the one to tell her to stay away from you!" I said, "It's your fault, so don't you go blaming her, me, or Severus. Blame yourself." With that I stomped off in true Malfoy fashion, but I didn't get far before I noticed the sad, self-loathing look settled on Evans face.
"What took you so long?" Crimson asked, "Stomachache?"
"Even if it was, do you really think I would tell you?" I asked. I'm hoping I could get her to break up with me, so I could spare her some heartache unlike Evans did.
"I'd hope you would," she said sadly.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I've just been a little worried about Dumbledore trying to hurt you." I couldn't do it! She was like a sister to me, and I hated to see the look of pain on her face, "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." I kissed her forehead and sat down next to her. What was I going to do?
