A/N: Well, I survived the temptation of putting this update on yesterday :) Haha. I'm sorry for updating so fast.. It's probably annoying for readers but I just tell myself that I have to or else I'll forget… madness, isn't it?

Anyways, if you guys haven't noticed, all the chapter titles are in French, as well as the story title. The title means "Love and Lovers" with the first chapter meaning "First" and the second chapter meaning "Bad Day." This chapter that you are reading now translates to "Flying Boot" in English (I bet you didn't expect to learn French from fanfiction. And might I add, neither did I).

Disclaimer: I own Satyr. Figures the only thing I can call my own is a stuck up prat. Ah well. That's just life, isn't it?

The next morning Lily woke up rather late, as it was a Sunday, and the whole of Hogwarts did not have any classes to attend to. She rubbed her eyes, and looked outside. She immediately saw Alice with Black and his gang throwing snowballs at each other, and she almost felt a pang of jealousy that Alice had once again chosen a boy over her best friend. She threw off her blanket, which, fortunately, sensed her anger and folded itself back on her bed, and so she began to walk around the castle. Not being hungry, she went straight outside to sit in the snow and scribble an essay about vampires.

A few minutes after sitting outside, she saw what she thought was a great big boot flying as fast as it could towards her. Lily ducked, hoping that it wasn't a prank from Potter. Typical Potter. She could imagine looking at the shoe, and then extracting a letter from inside. "Love stinks," it would read.

Yet the amazing flying boot was not from Potter, nor was it a boot at all. It happened to be Satyr, annoyingly dropping the letter he had carried on her lap and racing off away to the Owlery to chirp to the other owls, no doubt, that some random girl thought he was a rental owl. She sighed. It was from Mum.

For a while Lily pondered over whether or not to read the letter. Of course, she wanted to read it, and she would eventually. But a part of her knew that if she read it then her father being missing would be so real to her. She hoped that he had been found. Yet she didn't think that was the case.

As if an angel had wondered about her current crisis, Alice approached Lily.

"Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry about yesterday," Alice apologized. "I know that you and James aren't dating- but he just likes you a lot, and I promised Sirius that I would try to see what your reaction was before James pees himself."

Lily sighed.

"Well, I guess it will be funny to watch Potter urinate on his own leg," Lily chuckled, embracing Alice in a hug. "And I forgive you. Had I been in your shoes, I'd probably do the same thing." After a while of endless girl chatter, Alice gave Lily a necklace.

"It's from James," Alice explained. "I know you don't fancy him, but he wanted me to give it to you anyways. It's kind of pretty, isn't it?"

Lily took the necklace from Alice. Indeed, it was pretty. It was green; Lily's favourite colour, that was the exact same shade as her eyes with diamonds encrusted into them. She marvelled at it; wondering what Mr. and Mrs. Potter think their son was using his money on. It must have cost at least fifty galleons, and Lily held it in the palm of her hand, although it was half the size of it.

"Too bad it's from the biggest prat on the planet," Lily replied. "Might make a good profit if I sell it at Hogsmeade though, huh? And then I'll be able to buy those new spellbooks I was inteding on getting, anyways." She deposited the necklace in her pocket.

Alice sighed.

"You don't even want to give him a chance?" she asked, hopefully.

"No," Lily replied almost automatically. "I've heard what he does to all the other girls he's dated. He goes out with them. Cheats on them. And then leaves them. End of story. There is no way I would ever fancy James Potter, or take pity on him."

Alice shrugged. This wasn't the first time she had tried to get Lily to calm down about James, and something told her that it wouldn't be the last.

"Well, I think I have to go to hang with Sirius," Alice said, after the traditional awkward silence in Lily's I-Hate-Potter speech. "You're welcome to come. Remus is there, and he's pretty nice. You two might get along."

Alice walked off the set of the story, leaving Lily to finish her vampire essay, too afraid to open the letter. Yet it was boring, tedious work, as she soon found. She'd known about vampires from Muggle myths for years… she was only writing things she could easily do later. Lily placed it in her bag. Maybe it would do some good to play the role of a normal teenager once in a while and talk to the gang.

She began to walk towards them, her dark red hair bouncing as she walked. She watched the five boys and Alice a bit before joining them.

Alice was positioned near Sirius, and it seemed as if they were teaming up against the other four boys. They gathered balls of snow and punctured everyone; Alice had a particularly good shot on Pettigrew, who walked like a penguin and would drop his snow on accident all the time, yelling "rematch!" as he did. Potter, meanwhile, valiantly galloped between his foes, gracefully granting them with cold matter. Lily almost laughed. He looked as proud of himself as Sir Cadogan.

The boy that Alice had been speaking of, Remus, was positioned off to the side of the game. He looked rather pale and peaky, as if he was sick or frail. Every time a snowball hit him he seemed to get angry, as if he was doing more important things. Lily decided to approach him first. She noticed he was doing the vampire essay, anyways.

"What an evil woman, making us write two rolls of parchment on something," Lily commented, sitting right next to Remus. "Are you almost done?"

Remus looked up, looking a bit flustered that she had decided to sit next to him. He probably wasn't used to anyone but his groupies talked to him, and he smiled.

"Nearly. Professor Carolle is out of her rocker, making us write so much." He dotted an "i" and began to furiously write more as Lily read his essay over his shoulder.

"Vampires turn into black bats, not brown ones," Lily corrected, pointing to paragraph three of the second page in the essay. Remus smiled, and issued a "thanks" from his mouth. He was starting to feel uncomfortable that he was there.

But soon Alice caught sight of her friend, and she ran over to Lily in an effort to pause the game. "Come join us!" Alice panted. "You can be on our team. We're up against Peter and James!" Alice grabbed Lily by the hand, pulling her into the game.

About ten seconds into the game, Lily's side of her stomach felt a huge whomp! She looked at it and there lay the biggest snowball she could have ever possibly thought to existed. It looked more like a third of a snowman. She looked at all the rest of the players to see who had made it, and found Potter smiling sheepishly. In revenge, Lily hit him with her own snowball.

"This girl hurts emotionally and physically," James remarked, galloping at her like he was some sort of horse or something, and threw a snowball at her. In no time, the whole group, including Remus, was engaged in a snowball combat fight.

It hadn't seemed that long time-wise until Lily looked up at the sky. Dark and dull, she gasped.

"It's night already?" Lily questioned. Alice smiled.

"See, Lils? I told you you'd like coming out to play- hey!" Sirius had just thrown a massive clomp of snow at Alice, who tackled him to the floor and laughed madly by snogging with him in the snow. Lily -ould barf, but she was having too much of a good time to do so.

"Well, I'm going to head over to eat dinner," she said, strolling into the castle, expecting Potter to follow her. "See you."

Yet as Lily walked into the castle she rememembered her letter from Mum. Carefully, Lily extracted it from the envelope.

"Dear Lillian. We haven't found him yet. I've contacted all the local police and everyone is doing their best to find him. Maybe you could try sending Satyr to find him- he's good at finding things. Love, Mum."

Lily's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, she knew that the great Mr. Evans was not alive. And for some reason, she knew that he had been murdered- because of her. Although she did as her mother instructed, this she knew. And this she did not want to know.

All she wanted was to see her Daddy again.

But this, Lily Evans knew at that point, would never happen.

A/N: So review please? I bet we're all speculating on how Lily's father died, eh? After all, keep in mind that NO ONE in Lily's family was a witch or wizard; she's the first (in my story, she doesn't have a long lost great great Uncle… she's just Lily). I'd love reviews, though, so thanks :D

Also, if you want to see the necklace that I found online to be the one James gave Lily I found it here: http:// www. aure lie and rose. co. uk/ shop/ images/ image0162. jpg

And an excellent picture of Lily: http/i18. photobucket . com /albums/ b139/ RoseZeller/ LilyEvans .jpg

(Naturally you would take out the spaces in the URLs, of course)

And I'd also like to add that reviewers get… er…. –looks around room- a brand new fellytone! So act now, for the low low fee of one review! Thanks :P