Lily Flower

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Parts 8
Time 1h 11m

Reads 123
Votes 1
Parts 8
Time 1h 11m

What if Harry Potter had a twin sister? What if they never knew the other existed?  What if they met at Hogwarts? What if? What if? What if?
    Ladies and gentlemen, meet Lily Euphemia Potter, sass extraordinaire. 
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    I grew up in London with a foster family of sorts. The "of sorts" is necesary there, because it was fairly unofficial. Unofficial in the sense that I was essentially dumped on their doorstep as a baby. I've no idea who my real family was or is, and given the circumsatnces. I'm not sure I want to know. Whatever the case, my childhood wasn't exactly...normal.
    
    I'm good at keeping secrets, specifically my own. I like to pretend some things never happened, which isn't always (okay, fine-never) a good thing to do.
    
    Another thing about me- the memories. Faces and voices and flashing lights. Glimpses of a past from so long ago; one that I shouldn't be able to remember...right?
    
    I was (almost) perfectly happy with the way my life was going..until the day everything changed and I knew I never wanted to go back to the way things had been.All Rights Reserved

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What if Harry Potter had a twin sister? What if they never knew the other existed?  What if they met at Hogwarts? What if? What if? What if?
    Ladies and gentlemen, meet Lily Euphemia Potter, sass extraordinaire. 
                                                                          •••
    I grew up in London with a foster family of sorts. The "of sorts" is necesary there, because it was fairly unofficial. Unofficial in the sense that I was essentially dumped on their doorstep as a baby. I've no idea who my real family was or is, and given the circumsatnces. I'm not sure I want to know. Whatever the case, my childhood wasn't exactly...normal.
    
    I'm good at keeping secrets, specifically my own. I like to pretend some things never happened, which isn't always (okay, fine-never) a good thing to do.
    
    Another thing about me- the memories. Faces and voices and flashing lights. Glimpses of a past from so long ago; one that I shouldn't be able to remember...right?
    
    I was (almost) perfectly happy with the way my life was going..until the day everything changed and I knew I never wanted to go back to the way things had been.

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