The Years We Were Alive: Year 1

Summer

Summer, 1972

"I'll see you next Friday!" Lizzie was standing in the Potter's fireplace. Her skin was glowy and Sunkissed. Every Friday she went over to the Potters so they could all have a nice dinner together. It also allowed Will to have time alone with J. Seeing as that was his son, "Belle Forche," she called and threw the floo powder at her feet. The next thing she knew, she was in the fireplace in front of her brother.

She didn't have to specify her address at all, seeing as she was the only magical being in the town. Will's house was a few towns over from the trailer park that she had lived in before, but she liked it that way.

"Did you have a good time?" J asked her.

"Yes! I did, what about you?"

"Yeah! Dad took me bowling, he went to take a little nap,"

"Oh, right, I'll see him in the morning then probably,"

"You should take me with you next week,"

"I don't know J, I'd have to ask,"

"If they say it isn't okay, I'll go right back! Please!" he stuck out his bottom lip to plead," want to travel through the fire,"

"Maybe next summer bud," Lizzie rustled her little brother's hair.

The summer had zipped by. Lizzie was surprised by that fact because not using magic was hard. She had all her magic stuff in her room, but she couldn't use it. She let J sift through her textbooks and such. She even risked handing him her wand, to see if he would produce any magic.

"It's alright, it seems like a lot of responsibility to be magic," J was always a good sport.

Lizzie had only gotten to see her muggle friends a handful of times throughout the summer. They were completely different people. She didn't much like them anymore she realized. They were nothing compared to the marauders. Boy obsessed. She thought that was the worst part. They always had been, but it didn't stick out to her until she described that all her closest friends at school were boys and they asked if any of them were hot.

She figured that she must have changed a lot too. Her friends asked her about why she couldn't call them, and she said there weren't any phone lines at her boarding school. She wasn't sure that was a lie, there probably were no phone lines out there.

It was disappointing to Lizzie. She still loved her friends dearly, and they still loved her, they were just so different. She never would have thought that one year of school away would have changed her so dramatically. Maybe her friends didn't change at all. It occurred to her that she was the one set up to change so much. Some parts of her wished she could still have her closest friends with her, instead of them being so foreign to her.

Over the summer Lizzie got to ride her broom a few times. At night when nobody would see someone flying around like a witch. J thought it was the coolest thing ever. Lizzie let him think it was, even though she didn't feel very cool doing it. It just felt normal.

She had actually grown a few inches over the summer. She was no longer under 5 feet tall. She was now at a steady 5'1". That was probably where she would stop though. Will took her to a doctor because her mother hadn't taken her in such a long time, and that's what the doctor said. Lizzie had tried to explain that she didn't need to go to the doctor, there was a nurse at school, but Will would hear none of it. He was a good father to J, and a good father to Lizzie even though he didn't have to be. She would be eternally grateful to him.