Hey everyone! So, this is my first EVER fanfiction, so it wont be as perfect like the other fanfics, but I tried this one, and am starting to get a hang of it ;)
Please review! They will be really helpful for my first time
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Stood by her side

Chapter 1:

"Weirdo!"
"Mud-blood!"
"Ew, get away!"

Comments like these was expected from the 17-year-old witch, Lily Evans, as she made her way through the train corridor. Ever since the new Minister of Magic came, Muggle-born witches and wizards were treated horribly. They were disrespected, they weren't given equal rights, and they were ranked as beggars, and were degraded by the Pure-bloods.

In short: Muggle-borns were treated as dirt.
And Lily wasn't treated any different.

In fact, she thought her life was worse. Her parents died in an attack by the Death-Eaters, and her big sister Petunia had practically disowned Lily, cutting every kind of communication with her. So Petunia lived with her now-husband, Vernon. Their house being in ruins now, and having no family support, Lily lived alone in a rented apartment, and worked as a waitress in a café to pay for the rent.

She was all alone, and she is used to it.

But she remembers the thing her mother once said, "Don't you ever be weak in front of the world, or they'll take advantage of you. You should always fight back. Show them the brave Lily Evans I know of."
So its only because of her mother's words, does she wake up in the morning, now to return to Platform 9 ¾ , to go back to Hogwarts for her 7th year, her last year.

To be honest, she did not feel too depressed. This only made her confident, for this showed that people were afraid of her voice, once lifted. They are only doing this, she thought, because they want me to resemble the other present Muggle-borns – depressed and hopeless. But she wasn't going to break that easy.

"Better stay away from this dump of a compartment, since its been infected with a dirty, ugly MUDBLOOD!" Bellatrix Lestrange shrieked outside the Heads' compartment in which Lily was sitting in.
Lily simply just rolled her eyes at that, and then said, with eyes on the book she was reading, "That dumb, mangy cow."

She heard a deep chuckle, and then followed by a manly voice, saying, "Hear, hear."

She jumped at the voice, looked at the door, and saw a familiar head of messy, black hair; gold-rimmed square glasses; and a pair of hazel eyes behind the glasses, glinting at her.

It was James Potter, the ladies' man of Hogwarts.

And he had a shiny badge, labeled with a red "H" on his chest.