Before Harry Potter

Before Harry Potter, Lily, James, Severus, and their friends/enemies existed in what us Potterheads like to call the "Marauder Era". Read to figure out what happened when J.K. Rowling wasn't looking
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5. Surprise Party (1)


                There were a number of significant things that Lily disliked about being home.  For one, Lily’s mother was determined to teach her the significance of culinary arts, convinced that they would come in handy some day.  She was probably thinking of future grandchildren, and how best to raise them in the absence of fast food.  She despised greasy hamburgers and pizza with a passion so fierce that both of the Evans girls knew well that they weren’t aloud to even touch anything that existed in a fast food resteraunt.  Lily on the other hand was thinking of applying these skills to potions classes.  After all, cooking and potion making weren’t that different.

                During these occasions Petunia sulked in the corner, scowling at Lily, her jaw set.  Lily just tried her best to ignore her studious, somewhat scolding glances.  When Mr. Evans was still around at home they used to joke about it, and say that deep down Petunia was jealous.  Lily knew it was wrong considering that she was her sister, but it had to be somewhat true.  Why else would she be so incredibly bitter?

                She also hated how her father’s work had interrupted their quality time, which had become less and less over the years.  Sometimes he would come back from a long day at the office with dark circles under his eyes, and webs of wrinkles sketched into his palid skin.  The bald spot on the top of his head had expanded since she had last seen him.  In fact, when she first left for Hogwarts he hardly had any bald spot at all, mostly consisting of a few thining , grey hairs.  Now she hardly recognized him in his rather fatigued state. 

                On a good summer day, Lily would spend her days alone in the park, dwelling over her forgotten friendship with Severus.  It made it worse now that it was summer, because Lily was so used to being with Severus during that lonely period of time.  He was the only one who understood her, and she was the only one who understood him, and it all felt so perfect at the time.  Although time went by as it always did, and he had become more of a stranger to her than he had ever been; something that bothered Lily something fierce. 

                At times, Lily felt as though she were going to break down in misery.  She hadn’t fully realized how much Severus meant to her until then, and having him taken away from her by something he himself had done broke her heart with a severity mostly coming from the fact that no Slytherins were present when it all happened.  It hadn’t been peer pressure then.  He had called her that out of his own free will, and friends didn’t call one another that sort of thing.  She desired more than anything to go back to how things were before, but she knew she had standards to maintain, and that she wasn’t going to stand for being treated that way.  That was just how she was raised, and what she believed. 

                Mary had been helping her through it though.  In fact, she had invited her over.  She couldn’t help but suspect that Mary and the Prewett twins had most likely planned a ginormous party, mostly because they were famous for it at school, especially with the help of the Marauders.  They would throw the most brilliant ones after Gryffindor won a Quidditch match, but she was often too tired to really enjoy them much.  Mary on the other hand stayed up well past curfew to indulge in the party pleasures.  Alice and Lily would both roll their eyes in frustration as they hauled her away to be put to bed so that she wouldn’t be late for transfiguration the next morning. 

                “Lily!” Petunia shouted from the doorway, causing Lily to roll her eyes in annoyance. 

                “What?” Lily shouted back. 

                “Don’t you have to be at a friend’s house right now?” she asked. 

                “They’re picking me up,” Lily explained. 

                “Well they’re late!”  well what a wonderful observation on your part Petunia, you’ve finally learned how to tell time, she said to herself. 

                “Why does it make any difference to you weather they’re late or not?” Lily asked.  Petunia scoffed. 

                “Because it only proves that your folk,” she said with exxagerated disgust, “have no more respect than a tea kettle!” 

                “But tea kettles can’t show any emotion, so technically they can’t display disrespect either,” Lily said logically, trying to keep the conversation friendly, but also wanting to one-up Petunia at the same time.  Petunia merely scoffed again. 

                “You know what I mean!”

                “Of course I do.”

                “What is that supposed to mean?”

                “That I haven’t reached your level of unintelligence,” Lily replied. 

                “Why I oughta-”

                But whether or not she “oughta” or not nobody found out, for they heard a car pulling into the driveway, and a loud, disruptive honk.  Petunia scowled, and turned her nose up in dissaproval.  Thank the gods she’s here! Lily thought, slamming her book shut.   She had just so happened to have picked up the closest book in the room which happened to be a very dull manual on manufacturing.  She tossed the infernal book aside, and it landed with a soft thud onto the chair beside her, and stood up, grabbing her trunk, and hauled it into the kitchen behind her leaving Petunia on the foot of the stairs looking as sour as a lemon. 

                “Mum, Mary’s here,” Lily said to her mother, who was rolling out dough with a rolling pin, her hands completely coated in flour. 

                “I heard,” said Mrs. Evans grinning.  “Come here sweetheart,” she said, putting down the messy rolling pin, and holding her arms open for a hug.  Lily ran to her mother’s arms, and hugged her like she always did, even though she was very aware of the flour from her mother’s hands and apron being transferred onto her.  “I’m sorry, Lily, you’re all powdery now,” Mrs. Evans said, examining Lily’s black cloak, which was covered in flour. 

                “It’s fine,” Lily said quickly, knowing quite well that her mother would go on a fit of cleaning her up. 

                “Alright,” Lily’s mother said.  “Bye sweety,” she kissed the top of her head. 

                “Bye Mum,” said Lily.  There was another honk from the car outside, and mother and daughter separated.  Lily picked up her trunk, and gave her mother a little wave, stepping outside of her house to be greeted by an enthusiastic (maybe a bit too enthusiastic) Mary.  Lily’s vision was almost instantly obscured by a mess of shiny blonde hair. 

                “Lily!”  Mary shreiked. 

                “Mary, calm down,” Lily said. 

                “No, I haven’t seen you in ages!  How would I be able to keep calm?”  Lily rolled her eyes, but not in a mean way, just in her own Lily-esque amused way. 

                Lily climbed into the passenger seat, which was made from a drab, grey, leather fabric that was fraying in multiple places.  Mary climbed in beside her, and started up the car, which groaned and creaked as they slowly vacated the Evans’ driveway.  Lily couldn’t help but revel at the feeling of the breeze on her face.  She felt free.  It would be an entire year before she would see Petunia again.  But then she felt sad, lonely even, because she wouldn’t see her lovely mother for the same amount of time, except now it was a negative rather than a positive.  There was a time when she would feel the same way about Petenia, but her descrimination against Wizards, depicting them as odd was just about all she could take. 

                “Why so thoughtful?” Mary asked looking concerned. 

                “No reason,” Lily said, snapping out of her revarie. 

                “Someone on your mind?” she asked suggestively. 

                “Not exactly,” Lily answered vaguely. 

                “Tell me who!” Mary asked, bouncing in her seat from excitement.  Lily shrugged. 

                “Just Petunia I guess.  She used to be so more accepting you know.  Now she’s just, well, Petunia.” 

                “Oh,” said Mary, looking dissapointed. 


                “Well I was hoping you were going to go on an entire monologe about how you’re secretly in love with James Potter, or how you’re over Snape, or-”  but a glazed look came over Lily’s face, and Mary covered her mouth with her hand.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or anything.” 

                “I know.  I’m the one who should be saying sorry.  I should just get over Se- Snape, and be on with my life,” Lily said. 

                “Well things do take time you know,” Mary reminded her. 

                “I know, but sometimes I wish it could all just be over with,” Lily confessed. 


                “Look, Mary, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but can we please stop talking about it,” Lily asked, not rudely at all, but a bit desprately.  Mary could see the tears beginning to brim her best friend’s eyes, and she nodded in agreement. 

                “So what do you want to talk about?” Mary asked awkwardly.  Lily simply shrugged, and continued to look out the window. 

                “Didn’t you say you lived in the city?” Lily asked in confusion when Mary turned onto a completely opposite street.  Mary tapped the steering wheel nervously. 

                “Yeah, but we moved,” she improvised.  Lily furrowed her brow. 

                “Right.  That’s exactly why you said that you were so disapointed because you had to go all the way back to London in June?  That makes perfect sense,”  Lily said sarcastically.  Mary was silent for a moment.  “Come on, Mary!  I have a right to know where you’re taking me!” Lily pleed, giving Mary the puppy dog eyes. 

                “Fine, we’re going to a party,” confessed Mary, giving Lily a glare.  Lily smirked in satisfaction.  I knew it, she told herself. 

                “Who’s party?” she asked. 

                “I can’t tell you that, sorry,” Mary said, and it was her turn to smirk. 

                “Why not?”

                “It’d ruin the surprise of course,” she said as though it were obvious. 

                “Were the Prewetts involved in it?” Lily asked, attempting to build on her suspicions, but Mary shook her head.  Lily was puzzled.  Who else would be keen on throwing a party during summer, where they would invite both her and Mary, the two nerds?  Then it dawned on her. 



                “You didn’t…you wouldn’t…it’s not,” Lily stuttered. 


                “Oh you know who it is Mary!  I can’t believe you’d sabatoge me into a party with Potter!”  

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