The Bloody Secret

Secret's Out

Lily knew this would happen someday. Not from day one, no. But she knew with all of her heart this would happen eventually.

Perhaps the first time she considered something like that might happen was sometime around second year, although she adamantly refused to acknowledge the fact.

There was no such thing on the Muggle community as multicoloured blood; she grew up with the fact that blood was red and that was it. The only change in colour would be a bright, vivid red, were the sample from arterial blood; or a deeper shade of red, if taken from a vein.

She always had had to hide whenever she got injured on her childhood – she knew there was something different about her blood, because it was neither shade of red her science teacher had mentioned before.

She got really good at hiding it. Her parents, for once, only found out when Lily accidently cut herself at home while working on a potion. Her parents had been on the room, so she sat them down and explained.

Lily told them how, in the magical world, people's blood had different colours and shades. Not one blood was like the other – with one exception.

"Soulmates?" Her incredulous father had asked. "You want us to believe there's such a thing as soulmates?"

"Well, you've accepted pretty well me being a witch, so maybe?"

The compelling argument was very mature for a twelve-year-old girl, and her parents absorbed the information as true.

Not always soul mates were found. In fact, it was a rarity. To find their real soul mate, one would have to see the other bleed, or one would badly need the muggle-inspired technique of blood transfusion, with their blood colour being shared widely – because one could only receive the blood of the exact same shade.

All in all, Lily tranquilized her parents saying that the chances of that ever happening to her were slim, and that she only had to be even more cautious around muggles.

The fact she spent most of her infancy hiding her coloured blood meant she took extra care not to get hurt, and took the habit with herself to Hogwarts, where blood was a technicolour feast and cuts were easily healed with a spell.

As that is, no one at school knew the colour of her blood. It was her secret, and she had decided to keep it to herself.

Because as much as she had told her parents that her finding a soul mate would be very unlikely, she knew she had stumbled upon hers during her second year.

She knew it the moment the jinx got his arm, slitting the skin open and pouring that hazel, golden-greenish tone that matched hers with perfection.

She knew James Potter was her soul mate, and she hated it.

Lily hated it because she might as well hate the boy himself. He was immature, cocky and extremely conceited.

He also took it as a personal challenge to aggravate her as much as he could – and worst of all, sometimes he managed to without even trying.

Despite being the Quidditch star, Potter was also incredibly prone to trip. He could fall on his face having tripped on a completely regular floor. It was almost a talent.

He also adored to get into fights and duels, and lots of them ended up with him showing his rich hazel blood for the whole world to see, no shame whatsoever in divulging what, for Lily, was a huge hush-hush.

And it only served to stimulate Lily into hiding hers even more. Her real relationship with Potter was cold at best.

It started as an undeclared feud with Lily's best mate, Severus Snape. He had been the one to tell Lily about the Wizarding World.