Chapter One: Getting Started

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In a very large house, a young woman about the age of 20 was found in the house's nursery putting her 1-year-old child to sleep.

"Hush now baby boy, please go to sleep," she pleaded with him, "Oh what can I do to make you sleep?" She thought for a bit and smiled at him, "I know what you want! You want to hear a story! That's right little baby boy, mummy's going to tell you a story." She thought for a bit, and then started…

Once upon a time, in the town of Green Gables (A/N: I do not own that name of a place, but I am changing it's locating, it's located in the country-side of London), in a house called Gilgamore, a young woman about the age of 15 was running about her room. She had waist length red hair that wasn't quite wavy but wasn't quite strait. But it wasn't her hair, however, that was the most unique. Nor was it her pale freckled skin or her petite body-frame. It was her eyes. Her eyes were the most brilliant shade of green anyone had ever seen. They were usually lit with excitement, but sometimes they became shadowed. When she had this dark came over her eyes, it could only mean one thing, James Potter.

James Potter was a fellow classmate of hers. He bothered her so much; he always teased her, asked her out, and humiliated her in front of everyone. But, Lily thought to herself, He really isn't that bad! It was true that everyone thought that Lily hated James Potter more than anything in the world. But it was also true that Lily kind of admired him. It was the fact that he seemingly did not have to study at all, but got such high grades really got to her! Also, he had amazing leadership abilities. Lily was always trying to be noticed; she was always trying to be the leader since she wanted to be a prefect. But whenever she tried, James Potter always stole the spot light and beat her to it. Worst of all, everyone seemed to enjoy listening to him, like he was some god, which he definitely wasn't!

Right now Lily of Gilgamore was packing up her things for her seventh year of school. Oh, that's right, our new redheaded friend was named Lily Evans, but the villagers called her Lily of Gilgamore. Lily was never sure why, it might have been because she loved her house more than her own family, and whenever she was sad she would run into the forest behind her house and smell the aroma of beautiful lilies. Even though it might have seemed cliché, her favourite flower was the lily, but her favourite scent was lavender.

But there was something that the villagers didn't know about our nature loving, carefree town sweetheart. It was that Lily Evans was a witch, not as in a mean person, but a spell casting, potion-brewing witch. And if anyone in the village were to find out, Lily would be shunned, it was common-knowledge that her village believed in order, routine and similarity. They did not like people being out of ordinary, or someone standing out too much, it was for this reason that all the houses in their town looked alike, all of them except her Gilgamore. It might have been one of the reasons she liked her house so much. And one of the reason's Petunia hates it so much, thought Lily bitterly. Lily was a free spirit, at home anyways, and she loved to be different and stand out. However, her sister, Petunia, was the complete opposite. She was the gossip queen of the village, always knew who was seeing whom. Mind you, they were an old fashioned village where you were supposed to get married off at 18, but only date at 16, and boys were supposed to still have cooties until you were 17 ½. But all the girls and boys went out and partied without their parents knowing. Only their parents did know, because they too had grown up in this village, and knew what you had to do to survive socially. It seemed that only the grandparents didn't know what was going on. Another thing with her village was that you never left. You became so comfortable that you never wanted to leave. But Lily couldn't wait to leave. She had always imagined herself living in the heart of London, in a big house with lots of children. But she knew that she would never leave the village. That's why she was so surprised when she received her Hogwarts letter informing her that she was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, seven years ago. Now, Lily was in her last year of school, and very exited too. Over the years, she had learned to live with the gossip following her in the muggle-world, and learned to live with the "mud blood" tauntings from the Slitherins in the magical world, she had learned the live with always being the "bookworm" and the object of Potter's fake affection, and because of this she had not gone out on a date in the magical world for almost 6 ½ years! But, Lily thought, the only reason I've managed to get through all these years was because of my friends.

And it was true. Lily Evans had the three best friends anyone could ever ask for, and Lily was so glad to have them. Their names were Anna Chicagoucci, (A/N: pronounced An-na Chi-ga-gucci), Ally Thompson and Samantha Bowerpuff. Anna had shoulder length brown hair, was on the short side, barely reaching 5'3, borderline chubby, and was the mother of the group. Sam had jet black hair down to the middle of her back, was average height of 5'5, slim, and was the shy, quiet girl who was beautiful but refused to believe it, no matter how many times her friends told her. Ally had spiky blonde hair, was tall (about 5'7) and slim, she was the wild, crazy, mischievous, player. Lily Evans, completed this group of four, she was the careful, always calculating, never rushing into anything, bookworm. It was almost as if they were one soul living in four bodies, they were the best of friends anyone had ever seen. They each had a quality that complemented the others.

Actually, Lily hadn't really heard from her friends, she supposed they were all off on their family vacations to Rome, America and Scotland like usual. Anna was a half-blood, but her parents were really rich, and she lived in her apartment in Rome most of the time with her boyfriend of two years, Nick Le Manche, he was the heir to a rich pureblood French family, they had been friends since they could talk, but only started having romantic feelings for each other in 4th year. He was a year older and it was sad that he wouldn't be at school this year, he was going to be working with the Roman Ministry, so he and Anna bought an apartment in Rome and they were living there until summer break was over, then Anna would come back to Hogwarts, leaving him to live there by himself. Lily was sad for Anna, she knew how much Anna loved him, and he was a really great guy. Samantha was a muggle-born American, and her dad owned the business Puma in the States, and as you can imagine, was really rich because of it. (A/N: I do not own Puma in anyway, shape or form, however I do know the person who's dad own Puma in Canada :P, and ironically, her name is Samantha lol) She lived in America whenever they had breaks or summer holidays. Ally, was the pureblood of the group, her dad was the right hand man to the minister of magic himself, and rumour has it, that very soon he would be the minister of magic, but the current minister was Harold Potter, James's father, and he was doing a great job, so Lily didn't think that Mr. Thompson would be replacing Mr. Potter anytime soon. All of Lily's friends were really rich and Lily wasn't, in fact, she was far from it. Her father was a blacksmith and her mother a tailor.

As Lily was thinking about all this, she didn't realise that an owl was tapping rather impatiently on her window. She ran to her window and opened it, grabbed the letter and sent the bird on its way. She looked around and looked if any of the villagers had seen this, thankfully no one had. She noticed that it was heavier than in past years, inside, besides the usually school letter, she found another letter and it said,

Dear Mrs Evans,

I am please to inform you that you have been selected Head Girl. This is a great honour and I am sure you will do you job well. Have a nice rest of summer.

Professor McGonagall

Lily screamed so loud and started jumping out and down. She had never been more exited and happy in her life! Her parents came in and asked her what her problem was, she told them and they pretended to care, when in reality, they didn't give a rats' behind, nor did they understand what being Head Girl was. None the less, they had a special dinner in honour of her that night.

After writing to all her friends that night, Lily drifted off into an easy sleep, her last thought was, I wonder who head boy is. I bet its Remus Lupin. What she didn't realise was that, that very same Remus Lupin was having a panic attack on the other side of the country.

So that's the first chapter! Hope you liked it!

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Chrissy