James Potter sat down in his desk, looking at the picture in front of him, a beautiful red haired girl with emerald eyes sat beneath an oak tree smiling and waving at him. It was one of the last times he had seen her before she disappeared. They had searched for her endlessly but it seemed as if every trace of her had vanished, as if she didn't want to be found. But why would she leave all of them without a word? Well, it didn't matter now, all James Potter knew was that he would find Lily Evans even if it was the last thing he would ever do.
-Memories fade away-
"Lillian! Are you read now?" Florence Smith shouted from the hallway. She was what one might call a petite lady with bouncy brown hair and kind hazel eyes that shone full of life despite her age. She had never been married and was overjoyed when Lillian entered her life, although a bit hesitant at first, after all these were dark times.
Florence Smith was walking towards Diagon Alley when she saw a pretty red-head walking around dazed and confused. The sight of her confused her, at times like this people never wandered alone; nobody knew what one might encounter. However her heart felt for the girl, she seemed lost.
"Oh dear, are you alright?" she asked concerned, Lily looked as if she had just seen a terrible thing. She stared at her confused and then collapsed in her arms.
After going to St. Mungo Florence soon learnt that Lily suffered from temporary memory loss, it seemed as if Lily had just gone through such and excrutiating experience that she blocked everything out. Unable to leave her out in the world in such fiendish times she took her own, like her own daughter.
"Yes Flor! I'm all packed, when are we leaving by the way?" Lily poked through the stairs, she was the joy of her life, the daughter she never had and thus she doted on her too much. Today they would be returning to England after a month stay in France.
"Well the carriage should get her any minute, so come on lets go!" as Lily ran downstairs carrying a trunk.
…As the red-haired girl lay sleeping in her cot Florence saw her bracelet. It was delicate gold band with the words, "To my love, Lily" engraved in it…
-memories fade away-
Here we are though Lily as she stepped outside the cab. They were finally going to Diagon Alley, it seemed lively with groups bustling about going from book shops to Gringotts, but nobody was ever alone. As they walked along the pebbled streets Lily was in awe, there was Florean's full of little children tugging their parents inside begging for an ice cream, Olivander's stuffed with small rectangular boxes whilst little kids tried out wands, it was truly a glorious experience.
-memories fade away-
Remus Lupin had decided to come to Diagon Alley today in order to find a book to help some of his research. At least that is what he told James, Sirius and Peter. The reality was that Remus was in need of a break from the melancholy surrounding him, they all missed Lily but he was afraid that if he stayed around them any longer he might break down and that was the last thing James needed. So it was that Remus walked around, glasses softly perched against the bridge of his nose as he gazed at passer-by's perched in his seat at Fortescue's. It was indeed one of his favourite hobbies, something him and Lily used to do all the time, observe those around them and come up with their life stories. So he sat but unable to concentrate because memories of his best friend came flooding to him, perhaps even making his outing more melancholic.
People paraded in front of him, a group of stubby short wizards with beards twice as long as Dumbledore's, a witch who had applied a make up charm wrong and now had orange lips although she was blissfully unaware of this, an elegant woman with gentle brown curls and a girl with auburn hair…No, that was impossible, it couldn't be her, surely plenty of people had that coloured hair. But, Remus knew it was her so he ran outside, ice cream dropped and unpaid as he screamed
"LILY!"….
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