Summery: Lily Evens is a quiet girl that has only one friend at school. nobody knows about her desire to dance, and nobody would even imagined that she was taught how to dance flamenco by a group of street artists, that call her 'Esmeralda' because of her eyes. everything goes normal, untill her friend becomes popular and drag Lily with her. can she keep her passion for the dance undamaged even though her new "friends" are trying to change her, and which one of them is James Potter?

Chapter one

The Great Hall was dark at this time of hour and was only illuminated by passing lightening that was seen through the transparent ceiling.

A sixteen year old girl jumped on one of the long tables and paced from one end to another, stopping in the middle.

She closed her light green eyes and felt a pleasant chill run through her spine, when a loud thunder was echoed in the Great Hall.

"Now" the thought entered her mind while her subconscious already did the first move.

A loud sharp sound was heard through the hall, when her heel hit the wooden surface of the table. The girl smiled slightly when she heard the sound and hit the table again, her hands rising to the air slowly, to balance her body.

Her heels hit the floor, rapidly performing a certain rhythm that the girl felt rushing through her blood.

She twirled in her place, the beat that was created was becoming faster and quieter as the heels hit the table one after another in such speed that it was impossible to follow.

Then it become louder and clearer, as the heels shot up and down in a fast pace. The girl twirled a second time, her hands moving in elegant movements, stopping sharply each time there was a hitting sound that was louder then the rest.

She stopped suddenly with a sharp strike, her hands stretched by her sides, as in the exact moment, a loud thunder was heard and seemed to shake the floor, as to emphasize the finality of the dance.

She stood there breathless and opened her eyes slowly, her heart still beating in a mad pace.

She jumped in fright when she heard clapping behind her and blushed when she saw Albus Dumbledore standing by the double doors with several of Hogwarts ghosts that floated above him.

She jumped to the floor and tried to straight her messy auburn hair with a nervous hand.

That was it; she knew it, she was now in deep troubles.

Dumbledore seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, and smiled, beaming at her through his half-moon spectacles.

"Marvelous performances, Miss Evans." he smiled at her warmly.

Lily felt herself relax a bit,and her blush faded a little from her chicks.

"Thank you, sir." she said quietly, smiling nervously at her headmaster.

"This dance… is a muggle dance, correct?"

"Yes sir." answered Lily. "It is called flamenco." She tied her hair back in a ponytail after she gave up on trying straightening it.

Dumbledore walked nearer and sat on the table, motioning towards her to do the same. She sat near him and put her legs on the sit, looking at her knees.

"Have you danced it for a long time?" he asked in interest.

"Since I was nine, professor."

"You must have a really good teacher."

Lily smiled when she heard that. A teacher? She had five different teachers which were only a few years older than her, and more than half of them were street artists.

"The best." she answered with wide smile. But than her smile vanished when she remembered her situation.

"Excuse me sir, but are- are you going to punish me?" she asked, looking worriedly at her headmaster.

Dumbledore considered his answer for a few moments until he finally said "No, I don't think I would. You don't see such a performance every day, or in three in the morning if to be accurate." His eyes twinkled as he said that.

Lily bit her bottom lip inembarrassment,but was still relieved that she won't receive a punishment.

"Thank you sir." she said gratefully.

Dumbledore smiled at her and nodded. "I'll suggest Miss Evens that you will go straight to your dorm to catch some sleep before breakfast will begin in a few hours. And I'll suggest for next time, to put a silencing charm on the door."

Lily mentally kicked herself, how could she forget that? It was a miracle that only Dumbledore heard her.

"I will sir. Good night sir." she said hurriedly and left the hall.

When she was no longer near the Great hall, she twirled in her spot while doing a complicated rhythm with her heels and stopped, laughing quietly to herself.

In such exciting night, who can go to sleep?