Chapter 1:

June 1986

Lillian always knew there was something special about her. Her aunt and uncle deemed her a freak because of all the "incidents" she had had as long as she could remember. Her favorite was one she had talked to a snake. Now they had been wizard. However, this wasn't what made Lily special. Surely many like her could talk to snakes. The thing that made her unique was that she could command the funny stuff to do anything she wanted it to do. She liked to call it magic, partly because it made her uncle turn purple and sputter gibberish. Recently, she had learned she could change her appearance at will, but she liked to stick to her normal appearance. Her dark black locks and emerald eyes always gained her compliments, even though she was only six. Her aunt and uncle detested it when she was called pretty. In fact, they simply loathed her existence and were always giving her chores. Her Aunt Petunia had screeched at her earlier that dust was collecting in the attic and that if it wasn't cleaned by supper, she wouldn't get anything to eat. Oh well, she thought. Sighing, she got to work.

A couple hours later, she was lugging a heavy trunk with strange symbols on it. Suddenly she tripped and the heavy trunk busted open. Out spilled books, scrolls of paper, and . . . where those feathers? Oh, quills! That's what they were called weren't they? Frowning, she read the book titles. Transfiguration? Charms? Potions? Ancient Runes? She looked back at the trunk and with great effort, she righted the trunk and with stunned eyes, looked at the words written: Lily Marie Evans. Mama. Immediately the girl's eyes softened and her traitorous lower lip began to tremble. She had had so many dreams about her parents, the way they looked at her, how they laughed whenever she acted cute in their eyes. As soon as tears began to run down her ivory cheeks, she furiously scrubbed them and began to scold herself. Crying wasn't going to bring them back to her. Her eyes drifted towards the books that had toppled out of the trunk. Perhaps. . .no. She would have to satisfy herself by gathering and processing information if she were to accomplish her goal. So she went over, summoned a candle, and began to read the first of the books in the stack.

The next few days, Lily snuck out at night to rummage through the trunk and read a bit more. She had found a locket with a picture of her parents and her all waving madly at the camera. She blinked. Pictures move? Guess so. She learned much from the various tomes and journals in the worn trunk. She learned the customs of traditional families and of course, Quidditch, the sport her mother loathed and the one her father had supposedly obsessed with. To be honest, it sounded quite fascinating. Then there was a matter of the letter she had found at the bottom of her mother's trunk. She found it peculiar that it was in here considering it wasn't even addressed to her.

Albus,

I hope you're well. Words cannot express how utterly heartbroken I am after the loss of James and Lily. Such brights people . . . gone. I am not sure if you were aware, but in case Padfoot was unable to take care of sweet Lily, I was to care for her. I understand that in my "condition" it will make it hard, but I have already found someone to take care of her the one night I am unavailable. Please, Albus. Don't deny me the right to raise my best friends' daughter. I know she will be famous because of her parent's sacrifice and I wish to raise her away from all of it. I want to her give her a happy and carefree childhood though I know it would be so much better if James and Lily were still alive, and knowing Petunia she would do the exact opposite. I wouldn't be able to bear it. I anxiously await your reply.

Sincerely,

RJL

Apparently she was famous because her parents sacrificed themselves so that she could live. Unfathomable rage filled her and all she saw was red, the letter crumpling in her small fist. Obviously this "Albus" had said no and she was left with them. Now she knew, not all of them wanted to leave her here. There was RJL and this Padfoot person. The questions swirled through her tormented mind. Those green orbs hardened. Now was not the time to get angry; all of this would have to be examined and dealt with later. She smoothed the wrinkled, yellow paper and tucked it in her pocket. Now she would be careful, putting up a wall of ice, lest anyone try to take advantage of her.

July 31, 1991

Dudley had made her get the post today, and thank goodness for that, otherwise she wouldn't have received her Hogwarts letter. She quickly hid it from view and went back to the table, her heart pounding. Later in the day when she finally found some peace and quiet, she tore open the letter and relished in the information. One thought nagged at her though. How would she get her school supplies? Suddenly a sly grin crossed her face. Well, what if they took a nice, long nap for a couple of hours tomorrow. Hmmm.

The next day

The night before, Lily managed to brew a sleeping draught for all of her lovely relatives using some of the leftover supplies and old potions book in her mother's old school trunk. Now, dress in a plain green summer dress her aunt had bought unexpectedly a few years ago, Lily strolled through muggle London. According to a book, the entrance to Diagon Alley was behind a place called the Leaky Cauldron. Finally after roaming the streets for who knows how long, Lily finally found the place. She quickly opened the door and hurried out the back entrance before anyone could find her. She placed her hand on the brick wall and tapped the bricks in the order specified in the book. The brick rearranged themselves and she was in! For the first time in years, Lily was stunned. The place was wonderful. Quickly looking around, she spotted the bank Gringotts her mother had mentioned in an old History of Magic essay. She quickly walked inside, and didn't even flinch at the odd looking creatures. She quickly strode up the goblin on the highest dias, and said sweetly, "Hello, sir. I was wondering if I could access my vault." The goblin surveyed her with a critical eyes, which widened ever so slightly when they beheld her scar.

"Of course, Miss Potter. Do you have your key?"

"Key?" Was she supposed to have a key? "What about a blood test," she suggested.

He merely smirked at her. "Of course, and call me Ragnok."

He led her into the back of the banks and they passed multiple rooms. They finally entered one with the words The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter etched on the front of the door. She entered a small, but furnished office. In the center, stood a bowl and a knife.

"Please make a slight cut in the center of your wand arm so that I may verify you are who you say you are," Ragnok drawled.

She did as he asked and the words Lillian Rose Potter appeared in the air. Underneath, were the following abilities.

Heir to Potter, Black, Slytherin, and Gryffindor

Abilities include, but are not limited to:

Metamorphmagus

Parseltongue

Natural Occlumens

Ragnok's eyes were high on his pointed forehead. "Interesting. Very interesting."

Lily cleared her throat a little before speaking: "If it's not too much trouble, sir, would you mind letting me see my parents will? I mean I really don't think that they would have put me with the Dursleys," she sneered, "and I just want to know if I have another guardian who can take me away from them?" She said the last bit rather hopefully.

"Of course, Lady. I will look into it right away. I should have it somewhere in my drawer."

The short creature then proceeded to rummage through his file. After minutes of searching, he looked up into her green orbs and said with something akin to disbelief, "It's not here."

"Sir?"

"BLASTED! Someone has tampered with the wards and your account! NO! This will not go on. I will shut down all accounts at once and will not let anybody withdraw until your parent's will and the priceless artifacts and gold is sure to be safe."

He seemed lost in thought for a moment. Then, he snapped out of his stupor and reached into one of the drawers in the desk. He pulled out 4 rings and looked at her. "These are the inheritance rings. The only reason they probably weren't stolen, is because only someone trustworthy is allowed to pick them up. They are charmed that way. You can accept them once you come of legal age. From now on, I will send you weekly bank statements about your funds. Something is not right, and I assure you, Lady Potter, I will get to the bottom of it. For now, I will take you to your vault."

Lily knew now would not be the time to ask what was wrong, so she merely nodded. "Show me the way."

Some while later, she finally exited the prestigious bank. Sighing, she set out to buy her school supplies and spend her newly-discovered money. First, she went to get what she was most excited about- a wand. The experience turned out to be horrible. The man had eyes that resembled marbles and looked like he had lived in the dusty shop all his life. He bore such pleasant news about her new wand and Voldemort's wand. Well that would certainly be a problem in the future. As for her pet, she acquired a Smooth Snake that loved to wrap around her neck. I mean she was a Parselmouth, so why not get a snake? As for the pet rule, her snake, which she had decided to call Tempest, looked like a scarf, so she was confident she would get away with it. Next, she went to Flourish and Botts. She ended up buying more books that she needed, and consequently, couldn't carry them all. The shop owner finally took pity on her and gave her a little pouch with both a feather light and undetectable extension charm on it. After thanking him profusely, she made her way to Madame Malkin's. It was here that she met a couple of the most elite purebloods in the wizarding community.

As soon as she went inside, all she saw were fancy robes and expensive jewelry on a couple people. Her eyes widened a tiny fraction of an inch. So these were the people that her mother had called "stuck up pureblood brats" in a letter to some serious bloke. She could see why her mother had such a bad view of them. They all looked arrogant and cold, but Lily was inclined to admit they were graceful and noble at the same time. Suddenly she locked eyes with a blond haired woman with gorgeous blue eyes. Shock took over the woman's features and she nudged the pale-haired man next to her. As soon as he turned and looked at her with grey eyes, she ducked into the next room. She shivered and went to the center of the room where two people were getting fitted on the stool.

"Excuse me, ma'am," she said in her lilting voice. "I need a whole new wardrobe, including formal dresses, as well as robes for Hogwarts. Is that alright?"

The woman's kind eyes were enough of an answer. "Oh of course darling," she gushed. "Come, come. Just step on the stool next to Mr. Malfoy and Zabini and we'll get you right fitted. Here hand me that list you have in your hands, and I'll find clothes to your taste."

"Thank you so much!" Smirking at the witch's turned back, Lily stepped gracefully onto the stool, completely aware of the two boys looking at her. That trick always worked like a charm.

The silence stretched between them for a few moments, before the blond-haired one finally spoke up. "What's your name."

Lily made a show of looking behind her before before turning back to him with her eyebrows raised. "Me?"

"No the invisible person behind you," he drawled sarcastically, rolling his silver eyes.

"Just checking. No need to get testy," she replied coolly. "It's Lily."

The two of them exchanged glances, and this time the dark-haired one spoke. "What's your surname?"

She studied them for a few heartbeats. "Potter."

As soon as she had uttered the words, the old woman came bustling back with all her clothes. "Here you are dearie. I looked at your list and chose the clothes accordingly."

Lily smiled sweetly. "Thank you very much ma'am." After counting out the correct number of galleons, Lily turned on her heel and strode towards the door. At the last second, she turned around, threw a smirk their way, and called, "See you at school!"

A.N.: So this is the first chapter. Please let by know what you all think through reviews! Thanks!