Couldn't keep the bunny's from roaming in my head!

They wouldn't leave me alone, so I had no other choice.

(Warning!: Sassy/Sarcastic/NotSoNiceOC/SI*An OC that is like a SI*)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC/SI.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Lily

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Midlands, England

Great Britain, year 1971

First of September

The Evans Household

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Today should have started off like any other day's.

"No! You'll never take me alive!"

Not with her screeching older sister trying to claw off her comfortable shield between her and the world. But she wasn't going to lose this battle. Never!

"Mum! Lily's being ridiculous again! I'm only trying to help her with those horrible drags of clothes she's taking!" Excuse her, psh.

"These drags cost the same amount as your breakfast, lunch, and dinner combined. Shame on you, Pepe!" Annoyed screeching ensued from the clawing young female. A hit upon the barrier which protects her. "Don't call me that!"

The red haired younger girl bit her bottom lip to bite down her snicker, allowing her mouth however to curve upwards. It was no secret in the Evan's household how much the oldest daughter hated the nickname with which the lovely Lily Evans, her, bestowed her older sister with since they could utter words. Petunia just had the vocabulary to voice her annoyance now.

"Petunia! Can you be a dear and help me with breakfast, dearie?" An older woman's voice sounded through the room in a distant call. Lily allowed herself to peek through a crack between the soft covers, eyes instantly finding the hovering form of a crossed arms narrow-eyed Petunia. She snorted. Petunia's eyes narrowed even more. "Yes, Pepe. Go be a dearie, would you?" Her lips filled into a wide grin hidden beneath the covers at the sight of Petunia stomping her foot childishly and briskly turning around, huffing while whipping back her hair with a hand. Lily's eyes widened in amusement. Hair flipping was popular even in these times, who knew. (Obviously no one from the future.)

Emitting a groan full of plain laziness, she briefly wondered if she should actually get up now...sneaking a peak at her dark colored clock—nah. Thirty more minutes. Her lids closed as she leisurely snuggled back into a more comfortable position than the tense weary one Petunia forced her into.

"Lily!"

She groaned painfully. Five seconds! Not even ten! "Lily! Get up and get dressed! Remember we still need to head to the train station!"

Her ears picked up the warning beneath said name. Pursing her lips, her sleepy mind slowly pondered if she should take the risk of ignoring that warning or swoop in at least five minutes of sweet comfy sle—"Lily!" Huffing out a pained breath for having to move from the material snugly surrounding her, damn that woman for using the sugary tone! The danger was too high, she decided. Popping her head out like a newborn, "I'm up!" Not really, but she didn't know that.

Ten minutes of precise decision on dressing herself in the clothes with which she put atop her knee-high desk, messily as they were now from the foul monster's handing (her sister), consisting of a casual black short dress of short sleeve's, over it the soft dark brown cardigan buttoned in only one place. Lily's learned by now to keep her footwear out of Petunia's sight. The girl never failed to sneer at her precious baby's like some kind of rapid dog.

After lacing the threads on her dark boots, she stilled in her position on her bed, roaming her eyes around her—room with everything that literally defines her inside, been the same comfortable haven to her for the last eleven year's, cried, laughed, ranted, slept, wrote, drew, sang, played-grew up here—eyes softened at the memories and warm feeling's, lips upturning into a rare sad smile at the thought of just not being able to constantly be here like how it always was before.

"Lily!" She pouted as the warm feeling sizzled out instantly. Such a cock-blocker, that one. "Mum, I'm saying my farewell's to my room!" Patience, woman. Where did all that yearly motherly tolerance disappear to? Because it sure as hell wasn't included at this moment. "Severus is here, honey!" Oh! Well. Her eyes shifted upwards in deep thought. So it begins...