"Mommy? Why can't I see daddy anymore? Is he in trouble?" a little girl asked her mother, looking up with such entrancing emerald green eyes that were filled with innocence and worry. Her crimson red hair was pulled back in two braids, her overalls now covered in dirt.

"He'll be back one day, Lily, don't worry," the mother sadly replied her, own eyes the imitation of her daughter's.

Tears began forming in the child's eyes streaming slowly down her face that was littered with light freckles. "But I miss him, what'd he do?" she inquired, persistent on finding the reason why she hadn't seen in her father in several months.

Sighing, the mother quickly gave the little girl a disgusted look and screamed, "He just wasn't himself anymore, Lily, he had to leave and you need to fucking understand that and shut up!"

Letting the streaks of water cascade down the girl took her mother's rough slap on the face easily, like she had been through this exact scene many times throughout her seven years of life.

The memory slowly faded into black, now being replaced with a vision of a much older version of the girl who was now being tugged along by an older looking man with graying hair and a stern expression that looked like a permanent fixture on his aging face.

"You can't make me say anything, you fucking bastard. I know my rights," she growled her signature eyes glowing in rage.

The innoncene that was once on the young girl's face had now disappeared, being replaced with eyes that held emotions other sixteen year olds would probably never experience and lips that could only form into a sarcastic grin.

Tossing her beautiful loose waves that hung several inches below her breasts behind her she stomped into the court room, determination etched perfectly across her features.

"Lily Evans, come to the stand," the bailiff ordered as she walked past the rows that were filled with media and her family.

After swearing she would tell the court the truth she was told to sit and answer a few questions regarding the case.

"Ms. Evans, is it true that your brother, Kylen Evans, has been abusing drugs for a little over three years?" another aging man asked, a lawyer of her grandparent's.

"I plead the fifth," the teenager responded tossing a proud smile towards a man that could not be mistaken as her own brother.

His flaming red hair was almost the same color as her own, only a few shades lighter, and his face held the same sadness and hopelessness that contrasted with his look of courage.

He smiled back, his eyes begging her to forgive him for having to be her in even more grief.

After being escorted back to her seat outside of the room she waited for several hours until her grandparents came out, victorious smiles on their faces.

She was going to be left alone again. She knew it. She was no help to her own brother.

"Lily, I'm sorry, but your brother has been found guilty of murdering your mother," calmly said the man that had brought her to the room earlier.

As the memory before had, this one now turned into the most recent memory of finding Alex's body, pierced with a sword like he was some animal that had been hunted and killed just so the hunter could show off his own skills. But as she saw him once more, she realized that it was exactly how it had seemed. He had just been another victim that had been placed as a reminder of his power.

"Lily? Lily!"

Slowly, the now seventeen year old girl ran her hands through the now waist length crimson red hair blinking back unshed tears from her alarmingly bright eyes.

"Wha-?" she responded looking up to see one of her friends now flicking the ash off the blunt and placing it back in his mouth with a smirk, looking down at her.

"ALEX! Where is he?" she asked, quickly moving her head around searching for her best friend. Quickly shoving herself off the ground she ran throughout the house searching desperately until she finally collapsed on the cold floor shaking her head in disgust and guilt.

Her best friend was dead and she did nothing at all to help. She was the reason he was now just a mere reminder of what could have been her. She was the one that put him in the position to be slaughtered. It was almost as if she herself was the one that placed him on the wall, his blood covering the walls.

"Oh God, what have I done?"

Feeling dizzy once again she was sent to another world, one she had secretly made where nothing of reality could bother her.

Surrounding her was her father and brother, now both free from jail, her mother, the way she was before daddy had left, and now Alex, his body still in one.

They were all laughing with her at one of her stories of how school had gone. Of course she was still prefect, but she actually had friends who didn't think of her as only a freak. She was the most popular girl there and all of the boys were attracted to her.

The best part of this place was that she was sober all the time, yet so happy. She didn't have to rely on all the chemicals to put a smile on her face. She was herself, the way she would have been if everything in her life hadn't gone to shit like it had.

She was free.

Hours later she was once again woken up by her friend, but this time he had a wonderful surprise with him.

"Here Lily, maybe this will help you," he said shoving the mirror into her face.

Ah, yes. Everyone already knew her favorite, the one that caused the bitter taste in the back of her throat and the numbness that was sent through the bridge of her nose.

After quickly cleaning the contents off the mirror through a small straw she sat back against the couch, thinking to herself about the next school year.

She was going to have a life that she enjoyed, for once. She was going to forget everything about her previous life and start new. She was going to be happy.

Well, maybe she wouldn't forget exactly everything from her old life. She would still use drugs, only ones that weren't so harmful to her. This was the last time she would ever use cocaine she promised to herself. For now on it would only be bars and pot.

Smiling to herself she thought of all the new things she was going to do when she got back to Hogwarts.

This was the first year she was actually going to be excited about going back to the school full of happy teenagers that never had enough time to focus on anyone else but themselves.

She was going to be free.

[[A/N: Okay, I just wanted to thank my first and only reviewer.. And say that what in the world? This has had over 40 hits, but only one review? I'm sorry to say, but I don't think I'm going to be continuing this is I don't know how people are feeling about it. Is it good or not? I'll post the next chapter after five reviews. Sorry ..