Green Eyed Shadows
Junior Member of the Order
Lily glanced around the Forbidden Forest. The trees sheltering her from the rain were swaying in the storm's violent wind.
Daughter of Earth
Mother of the Chosen One
She is the key.
It occurred to her how stupid she was being. Hello. Horrible storm? Get away from giant trees! Then two figures appeared from opposite ends of the clearing. Well, at least she wasn't the only one with a death wish.
Her pureness is rare
And it won't always be so
But with it's passing,
Comes great power.
On her left side rested a giant snake. She would have called it a basilisk, but its eyes were a deep blood red, and when she looked into them, she remained alive. The snake whispered of how it could bring her to great power, how she would be his queen, how he would make her his.
Born from the snake's heir
It rules in darkness.
The world cowers before the Dark Lord
And his great son.
To her right was a lion. It sat on the muddy ground majestically. It didn't whisper to her promises of power, rather words of love and comfort. It pleaded with her to choose him over the snake, as if it would die if she didn't.
Born from the lion's heir
It battles in light.
The Dark Lord cowers before him
Who uses the powers of love.
The lion and snake started circling her, calling out her name. Other faces joined in, trying to urge her over to their side. Her childhood best friend stood behind the lion and called to her. Lily took a step to her right but then more people appeared. Men in black cloaks stood behind the lion and murdered her father. She rushed backwards from the lion and tripped on a tree root that was stuck out of the ground. The snake rushed up to her and comforted her, and she was about to express her thanks when the lion dashed forward and swiped his paw at the serpent.
The girl is the key.
Who will she decide?
Light or dark?
Fight or hide?
Lily bolted upright, gasping for breath. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table: 5:00 a.m. She slipped her feet into the slippers by her bed and walked into her private bathroom, still slightly shaken.
The dream was getting stronger. She first started seeing it a few months after her arrival at Hogwarts. It didn't really mean anything to her at first; she had forgotten about it almost instantly. But as the years passed it kept becoming more and more vivid. It was pretty clear what it meant. This innocent "key" had to do the deed with either the heir of Slytherin or the heir of Gryffindor. And obviously the heir of Slytherin was Voldemort. There weren't too many Dark Lords around now-a-days. The heir of Gryffindor was another matter entirely. Experts were still speculating over whether Godric Gryffindor even had descendants, much less who they were.
Lily peeled off the damp pajamas clinging to her body from sweat. Adjusting the water to the right temperature, she stepped into the large shower stall. Well, hopefully whoever Gryffindor's heir was he was a better guy than good ol' Tom, cause there was no way she was having sex with the evil monster. She leaned her head back and let the water wash away her tears. You shouldn't have had your goons murder my father, Tom. I could never be with a killer.
As much as it pained her to do so, Lily turned off the shower and stepped out onto the magically heated floor. Walking over to her trunk, she thought hard on what she should wear that day. It was the first day of November, and that meant a whole new wardrobe.
Hmmm. My Hogwarts uniform or my Hogwarts uniform? Or…oh my God it's perfect: my Hogwarts uniform!
"Whoa," she whispered out loud. "Where did that come from? I've been associating with too many Hufflepuffs."
So, she changed into her smashing outfit, pinned on her badge with pride, and went off to see the headmaster.
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"It was clearer than it has ever been," Lily told him. "I think it'll be sometime this year. If I hadn't stayed here over the summer, I would probably be pregnant with Voldy Jr. by now."
(Author's Note: ok this is completely random, but I just noticed that in one of my chapters I say something about Sprout being Lily's Head of House. That's not right. I think it's Flitwick, or someone like that. Do they ever mention it? I do know Sprout is head of Hufflepuff, and I am ashamed of you reviewers who didn't scold me for this mistake. Ok now—back to the story.)
"You're sure of this?" Dumbledore asked warily. "There is the chance that the prophesy is about someone else."
Lily nodded her head in agreement. "There is that possibility," she conceded. "But we know it's me. I'm the key, Professor. And the other side knows it."
"Soon, you'll have to reveal your true loyalties to them. I know that it'll be hard for you, but you'll have to break all ties from them if you want to be safe," the headmaster told her.
"Do you really think that if I stop hanging out with them I'll be safe?" Lily laughed. "It took them ages to accept me—a muggleborn. Then, they discovered that their master could have use for me, so they honored me. If they find out that from the very beginning that I detested them, and was passing over information…seven years of friendship won't be enough to protect me."
Fawkes flew over to her and perched on her knee. Using his head, it wiped away the tears of desperation that had been falling.
"I understand how difficult this is for you," Dumbledore said gently.
"No you don't. These people are my family now. They trust me and take care of me. I know that soon most of them will be out there torturing innocent people and such, but they're all I have. If I had to entrust three people with my life, it would be three people who already have a tattoo on their arm. They hate me because of who my parents are, but they accept me because I'm strong. With them gone, I don't think I'll be strong anymore. They're all I have now. They have families and futures and I'm handing over secrets that can get them killed. Gosh, I'm just as bad as they are." Lily patted Fawkes affectionately.
"If we were to expose my position in the Order to its other members, they wouldn't believe it," she laughed. "All throughout Hogwarts I've made it a public statement about my hate for the Gryffindors and my love of the Slytherins. No one would believe the mudblood snake lover was acting as a spy for the good guys."
"Remus would. And Severous too. And with my persuasion, the others would come to accept you in time," Albus said gently to the anguished teen.
"Yippie," said Lily sarcastically. "I have the backing of a Slytherin and a werewolf. People will welcome me with open arms."
Dumbledore chuckled at her antics. Lily was the cleverest, most brilliant and loyal student he had ever come across. He could still remember the day she had offered to give him information—for a price.
Flashback(what would a HP fanfiction be without one?)
The door to the headmaster's office creaked open, and slipping inside it was a young first year. She glanced around the circular room, her eyes resting on his phoenix. After a moment of stillness, she turned and faced him.
"I have a proposition for you sir," she told him calmly.
"Miss Evans, correct?" he asked in amusement.
She nodded her head in confirmation. Never before had a student offered him a proposition, and he was intrigued. He suspected it had something to do with her marks: all Ravenclaws tried to make it to the top. The little first year had boldly walked up to the head table two weeks into the term and requested a meeting with him in private.
"Well, what is this proposition?" he asked amused. For her to go to all this trouble, he would be awarding her house anyway, regardless of her offer.
"I want money. Galleons. You pay me every time I deliver," she stated her terms abruptly.
Now this was interesting. Albus knew of her father's wealth. Surely he had left her more than enough so that she wouldn't have to work a day in her life, and she could easily convert that into Wizarding currency. Maybe she was one of those people obsessed with gaining more. He mentally sighed. These money grubbers were starting off early.
"Every time you deliver what, Miss Evans?" he asked, already preparing how to refuse.
"Information," the young red-head replied in total seriousness.
"You've seen the library, Miss Evans. I daresay I can find anything I need to know there myself. And if I were to need help, Madam Pince is quite the librarian."
"Not book information," she said in an annoyed voice as if that were obvious. "I'm a first year, you're a Headmaster. What would I find that you didn't already know?"
Albus didn't want to admit that he had been thinking exactly the same thing. He merely nodded her head so she would continue.
"I'm sure you've noticed my association with the Slytherins. I know not much gets past you. Well, not much gets past me either. I've noticed how your teachers are trying to get information from the students. Things that they've heard from their parents and such. And surely you've noticed that they won't tell them. I can get you dates, times, places, and who's gonna be there. And you can get me five galleons every time I come through." Lily waited a moment for him to digest the information. But she already knew what his answer would be.
Albus stared at the first year in shock. Was it that obvious what he had been trying to do? Did they all know what this girl knew? Could he trust her to tell him the truth? He had been trying for quite some time now to get an Order member on the inside, but they were all too adamant about joining the dark side, even if it would help them out. Could this little girl accomplish what the adults were afraid to do? He looked into her eyes and saw her past, saw what she had been through and new his answer.
Albus Dumbledore stuck out his hand. "Deal," he said seriously.
Lily just smiled grimly. For one split second she felt as if she had sold her soul to the devil.
End Flashback(oh, what a shame.)
"It's obvious what you have to do," Dumbledore told her gently.
"Yeah, go and shag one of the Gryffindor goons. It figures that the one way to make Tom cower in fear is to get it on with one of those pervs. It'll be around the whole school about ten minutes later." Lily grumbled.
"You're making the assumption that Gryffindor's heir is even in this school. We have no idea who it could be. For all we know it could be the Minister of Magic."
Lily burst out laughing. "That bumbling idiot? No way! There's no way in a hundred years I would have sex with that guy."
"You cannot make assumptions. We don't know who it could be. He might not even be in Gryffindor. It's up to us to find out who he is."
"Maybe we don't have to find out who he is," Lily said hopefully. "Maybe, it'll be someone that I love, someone that I'll feel right being with. Why else would they choose me for this?"
"I don't think it'll work like that," Dumbledore said sorrowfully. "It is without a doubt that you will lose your virginity to either the heir of Gryffindor or to Tom, but you don't love Tom, so it's unlikely that you'll love Gryffindor's heir. I am sorry, dear."
(Author's Note: Well, this is in the Lily James category, people. Any guesses who Gryffindor's heir is? I'll give you three chances! LOL)
Lily nodded her head in understanding, and Albus felt a shot of pain go through his heart at her sadness. He had always felt a soft spot for the Ravenclaw girl. No—woman. Maybe he was the heir of Gryffindor. Maybe it was his destiny to cover her naked body with his and…EWWW. You gross people didn't think I was serious, did you? I bet you did! Annie, I can imagine you reading this right now and I am ashamed that you would pay any attention to this nonsense. Writing this I'm reminded of the third book when Remus takes off his cloak. LoL. Good times, good times. Ok, sorry for putting you through that—back to the story.
Lily nodded her head in understanding, and Albus felt a shot of pain go through his heart at her sadness. Lily was always putting on a tough exterior. For her wantig her first time to be with someone she loved showed that deep beneath that act was a vulnerable soul. A soul that was willing to sacrifice herself for the wizarding world.
"I do doubt that it's the Minister, if that's any constellation," Dumbledore joked.
Lily's lips quirked slightly, and Albus knew that was more of a real smile that she'd let out in a while. They both stood and embraced before Lily turned and left the office, thinking about how weird it was that she discussed her sex life with her very old headmaster.
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James sat at the back of his class and watched a certain redhead very closely. His watching her had nothing to do with his attraction to her; he had managed to smother that into the deep recesses of his mind. No, he was watching her because every single day he had this class, ever since the first day of term, a prank was pulled.
They were very splendid pranks; the marauder in him admitted grudgingly, being pulled on both the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. The only person in the class that had been free from any harm was a certain Lily Evans.
He was watching her so closely he failed to notice one of his other students sprouted a beak and feathers. The day before he had made a remark about how Ravenclaws had the brains of birds.
He was startled out of his watching by bursts of laughter. He looked around and saw the Gryffindor Alan Chang in his bird form. His Ravenclaw girlfriend Sue rushed over and began fussing over him.
James felt a rage boil within him. Nobody should be able to prank someone without him—the prankster of all pranksters—figuring out how they did it!
"Evans!" he barked, sounding like Sirius. "Detention with me tonight."
Lily looked at him with an expression of shocked indignation. "Why?" she asked.
"You and I know very well who's been disturbing this class all year," he growled, again sounding like his friend who was more adapt to sounding like a canine.
Lily looked in surprise around the room. "Who?" she asked in puzzlement.\
"Right here—7:00 sharp, Evans. Don't be late," he muttered and returned back to his desk, leaving a very uncomfortable Alan in feathers.
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"It's not fair," Lily whined to her trusted companion. "I'm the only one he picks on. And I'm Head Girl!"
"Well, I'll just have to have a word with him, won't I?" he laughed.
"Can you get me out of detention with him tonight?" she asked hopefully.
"What did you do?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, I've been pulling harmless pranks since the first day of class, but he couldn't possibly prove that it was me! I swear it!"