Post by LILY GRACE EVANS on Aug 22, 2014 13:02:20 GMT -6
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“I suppose I’m expected to start at the beginning. I’m not very fond of beginnings, and besides mine has a tinge of sadness in it but I suppose it’s important all the same.”
“I was born on the 30th of January. My red hair was a bit of a surprise, as neither of my parents were redheads. My mother always said it was a mark that I was special; my father always said my hair was red because I had a fire inside me. I never took them too seriously, though – there had been redheads on both sides of the family, even if my parents didn’t get the genes.”
“I was bullied a lot when I was young. I was different from other children, even before I showed signs of magic, I was – odd. Petunia wanted to protect me, I think, but she was never bold enough or brave enough. And I was a quiet child. Or I was, until they started taunting me. The fire my father always knew I had inside me came bubbling to the surface then.”
“The first sign of magic came when I was six. I had just started primary school and a little boy in my grade – his name was Tommy – was taunting me on the playground. I was laying in the grass, pretending that the flowers could talk to me. Tommy was on the swing set, and each time he flew higher into the air he would sing-song, ’Lily Evans is a free-eak.’ It was just about the nastiest word I had ever heard at the age of six. I tried to ignore him at first, though I could feel the temper rising in my blood, hear it roaring through my veins. Abandoning my game, I stood to face him and shouted at the top of my tiny lungs, ’Stop!’ And at the same moment, one of the chains supporting Tommy’s swing snapped and he fell, at the height of his arc, onto the ground. His eyes widened as he went down and there was fear in them as he looked at me. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew I’d done it. I knew it was my fault, I had hurt him. I hadn’t meant it, but I had hurt him all the same. I was inconsolable.”
“It wasn’t until a few years later that my sister joined in with the taunts of the other children in our neighborhood. The first time her lips curved around that awful word – freak – I knew I couldn’t belong in her world anymore. By that time I knew there was another world, one I belonged in. But I still clung to her friendship desperately. I refused to leave her, she was my sister. I would drag her into the wizarding world right behind me if that was what I had to do to keep her. I suppose it was selfish. She didn’t belong in my world and she never could.”
“And anyways, the wizarding world wouldn’t have her – or at least Hogwarts wouldn’t, which was the same thing as far as I was concerned. At Hogwarts I got along with children my age in a way I never could have in the muggle world. I was beginning to think that maybe I was likeable after all. My first few years at the school could almost have been called blissful, but my deteriorating relationship with my sister kept me from being completely content. And with each passing year I could feel Severus slipping away from me and into the darkness. ”
“I was good at school. Extraordinary, even. I was invited to join Professor Slughorn’s ‘Slug Club’ because I had potential. I had a lot of it, he told me. I would be great one day, I would make something of myself. It was a strange thought to me – wasn’t it enough being just Lily?”
“Despite his faults, though, I’ve always been rather fond of Horace Slughorn. He's charming in his own way. And he was quite the entertainer – I actually enjoyed being part of the Slug Club. Something about being special – not just in the muggle world, but in the wizarding world as well – appealed to me.”
“I was made a prefect my fifth year. Once again, I was being singled out and I loved it. The responsibility was a little intimidating for a fifteen-year-old – I’ve always had a fear of failure and being placed higher up meant that there was farther to fall if I made a wrong move. But I’ve also always sort of had a love for the thrill that comes along with fear. Maybe I just love a good adrenaline rush.”
My fifth year was probably the roughest one I had at Hogwarts. By that time it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the fact that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was gaining power. At fifteen, I was beginning to wonder what my place in the world would be when I graduated. When you’re muggleborn, it’s hard to feel safe in a world like this one. I lost a best friend that year, though I suppose I had been losing him to the Dark Arts for years before the day he called me a mudblood.”
“My sixth year I felt alone. I had friends besides Severus, but it wasn’t the same. He was my best friend and had been since I was nine years old. To this day, I’ve never been closer to anyone in my life – except for James, of course. I felt his absence follow me everywhere, it lurked in the shadows cast by the trees out by the Black Lake when I went out with my friends, I found it hiding in the pages of my books. And yet I couldn’t forgive him. Not for calling me a mudblood and not for wanting to be a Death Eater. And so I chose to feel alone. I believe the only notable thing that happened that year was that I began to eat vegetarian.”
“I was made Head Girl my seventh year and I can’t tell you how shocked I was to find James Potter in the prefect’s compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Before I noticed the badge on his chest, I thought he was up to something and tried to kick him out. I believe I nearly toppled over when he told me he was Head Boy and I noticed that sure enough there was a bright shining badge on his chest to match mine. Sure, I had noticed that he had changed a lot in the last year, but I never thought Dumbledore would be so deluded to think that James Potter was a fitting Head Boy. That was the last time I ever lacked faith in James, and I swear it was the last time I ever will.”
“It was that year that I finally agreed to a date with James. He was so much more genuine when he asked me then. And we were happy. We fell into place together – I don’t know how else to describe it. After dating him a month I felt as if I’d dated him a year. It was just so easy to fall in love with James that I felt as if love for him had always been inside me and just like the fire my father saw in me it had been waiting to be drawn to the surface. Well, the falling part was easy. Being in love has never been easy, exactly. It’s always been something we’ve had to work at and learn together which has only brought us closer. It became quite clear that neither one of us knew what in the hell we were doing – neither of us knew how to be in a serious relationship and there are days when I still don’t know how we’ve managed to make it work for this long.”
“When James and I graduated, we thought we knew what we were getting ourselves into. We thought Hogwarts had prepared us for what’s out there. I always knew I would join the Order – I’ve always been a fighter, through and through. This whole Order of the Phoenix business, though, it isn’t what I expected. I’m not quite sure what I expected, to be honest. Fighting for something I believe in doesn’t feel the way I expected it to. I thought it would feel – righteous, I suppose? Like I had a purpose. Like I was filling some sort of a void inside me, like I was fueling the fire that runs through my veins. But it’s not like that. Mostly fighting is luck, and not knowing what the hell you’re doing, and coming out feeling like you probably shouldn’t have survived but somehow you did anyway because you’re just plain stubborn enough to cling endlessly to a life so many would take away from you just because of who and what your parents are.”
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“I suppose I’m expected to start at the beginning. I’m not very fond of beginnings, and besides mine has a tinge of sadness in it but I suppose it’s important all the same.”
“I was born on the 30th of January. My red hair was a bit of a surprise, as neither of my parents were redheads. My mother always said it was a mark that I was special; my father always said my hair was red because I had a fire inside me. I never took them too seriously, though – there had been redheads on both sides of the family, even if my parents didn’t get the genes.”
“I was bullied a lot when I was young. I was different from other children, even before I showed signs of magic, I was – odd. Petunia wanted to protect me, I think, but she was never bold enough or brave enough. And I was a quiet child. Or I was, until they started taunting me. The fire my father always knew I had inside me came bubbling to the surface then.”
“The first sign of magic came when I was six. I had just started primary school and a little boy in my grade – his name was Tommy – was taunting me on the playground. I was laying in the grass, pretending that the flowers could talk to me. Tommy was on the swing set, and each time he flew higher into the air he would sing-song, ’Lily Evans is a free-eak.’ It was just about the nastiest word I had ever heard at the age of six. I tried to ignore him at first, though I could feel the temper rising in my blood, hear it roaring through my veins. Abandoning my game, I stood to face him and shouted at the top of my tiny lungs, ’Stop!’ And at the same moment, one of the chains supporting Tommy’s swing snapped and he fell, at the height of his arc, onto the ground. His eyes widened as he went down and there was fear in them as he looked at me. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew I’d done it. I knew it was my fault, I had hurt him. I hadn’t meant it, but I had hurt him all the same. I was inconsolable.”
“It wasn’t until a few years later that my sister joined in with the taunts of the other children in our neighborhood. The first time her lips curved around that awful word – freak – I knew I couldn’t belong in her world anymore. By that time I knew there was another world, one I belonged in. But I still clung to her friendship desperately. I refused to leave her, she was my sister. I would drag her into the wizarding world right behind me if that was what I had to do to keep her. I suppose it was selfish. She didn’t belong in my world and she never could.”
“And anyways, the wizarding world wouldn’t have her – or at least Hogwarts wouldn’t, which was the same thing as far as I was concerned. At Hogwarts I got along with children my age in a way I never could have in the muggle world. I was beginning to think that maybe I was likeable after all. My first few years at the school could almost have been called blissful, but my deteriorating relationship with my sister kept me from being completely content. And with each passing year I could feel Severus slipping away from me and into the darkness. ”
“I was good at school. Extraordinary, even. I was invited to join Professor Slughorn’s ‘Slug Club’ because I had potential. I had a lot of it, he told me. I would be great one day, I would make something of myself. It was a strange thought to me – wasn’t it enough being just Lily?”
“Despite his faults, though, I’ve always been rather fond of Horace Slughorn. He's charming in his own way. And he was quite the entertainer – I actually enjoyed being part of the Slug Club. Something about being special – not just in the muggle world, but in the wizarding world as well – appealed to me.”
“I was made a prefect my fifth year. Once again, I was being singled out and I loved it. The responsibility was a little intimidating for a fifteen-year-old – I’ve always had a fear of failure and being placed higher up meant that there was farther to fall if I made a wrong move. But I’ve also always sort of had a love for the thrill that comes along with fear. Maybe I just love a good adrenaline rush.”
My fifth year was probably the roughest one I had at Hogwarts. By that time it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the fact that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was gaining power. At fifteen, I was beginning to wonder what my place in the world would be when I graduated. When you’re muggleborn, it’s hard to feel safe in a world like this one. I lost a best friend that year, though I suppose I had been losing him to the Dark Arts for years before the day he called me a mudblood.”
“My sixth year I felt alone. I had friends besides Severus, but it wasn’t the same. He was my best friend and had been since I was nine years old. To this day, I’ve never been closer to anyone in my life – except for James, of course. I felt his absence follow me everywhere, it lurked in the shadows cast by the trees out by the Black Lake when I went out with my friends, I found it hiding in the pages of my books. And yet I couldn’t forgive him. Not for calling me a mudblood and not for wanting to be a Death Eater. And so I chose to feel alone. I believe the only notable thing that happened that year was that I began to eat vegetarian.”
“I was made Head Girl my seventh year and I can’t tell you how shocked I was to find James Potter in the prefect’s compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Before I noticed the badge on his chest, I thought he was up to something and tried to kick him out. I believe I nearly toppled over when he told me he was Head Boy and I noticed that sure enough there was a bright shining badge on his chest to match mine. Sure, I had noticed that he had changed a lot in the last year, but I never thought Dumbledore would be so deluded to think that James Potter was a fitting Head Boy. That was the last time I ever lacked faith in James, and I swear it was the last time I ever will.”
“It was that year that I finally agreed to a date with James. He was so much more genuine when he asked me then. And we were happy. We fell into place together – I don’t know how else to describe it. After dating him a month I felt as if I’d dated him a year. It was just so easy to fall in love with James that I felt as if love for him had always been inside me and just like the fire my father saw in me it had been waiting to be drawn to the surface. Well, the falling part was easy. Being in love has never been easy, exactly. It’s always been something we’ve had to work at and learn together which has only brought us closer. It became quite clear that neither one of us knew what in the hell we were doing – neither of us knew how to be in a serious relationship and there are days when I still don’t know how we’ve managed to make it work for this long.”
“When James and I graduated, we thought we knew what we were getting ourselves into. We thought Hogwarts had prepared us for what’s out there. I always knew I would join the Order – I’ve always been a fighter, through and through. This whole Order of the Phoenix business, though, it isn’t what I expected. I’m not quite sure what I expected, to be honest. Fighting for something I believe in doesn’t feel the way I expected it to. I thought it would feel – righteous, I suppose? Like I had a purpose. Like I was filling some sort of a void inside me, like I was fueling the fire that runs through my veins. But it’s not like that. Mostly fighting is luck, and not knowing what the hell you’re doing, and coming out feeling like you probably shouldn’t have survived but somehow you did anyway because you’re just plain stubborn enough to cling endlessly to a life so many would take away from you just because of who and what your parents are.”
