Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

What if Lily Evans had another sister? What if that sister was a marauder and an animagus? What if she married Remus? And what if she found out Harry was alive when he was in second year and got him from the Dursleys and became a Professor at Hogwarts? *I do not own Harry Potter!* (WARNING: I will not be crossposting this on any other site. If you see this story posted on Quotev PLEASE report them. I've had a lot of problems with people plagiarizing my work.)