Crash and Burn

Just Fly

A foreword by Lily Evans

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My story has been told by many, and my character portrayed in many different ways. Yet, although I give the introduction to this one, no one will ever truly know the actual story of my life. The pain, love, and passion I felt in the twenty-four years I was alive can not be put into words.

The beginning of this attempt to capture my public life, with an insight into my private thoughts begins in my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I was reluctant at first to tell my story to the aforementioned author, but I suppose another telling of mine and James Potter's story couldn't hurt. While reading this story you should probably keep in mind the following things.

1. I was a teenager, and therefore completely wrapped up in my own world.

2. The drama I experienced in my life will probably unfold at some point in yours, so before you judge the colourful, live for the moment, and dramatic way I conducted my affairs, remember this will, has, or is happening to you at some point.

3. I am stubborn, proud, sarcastic, and rude.

I suppose I should probably inform you of my background before I entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was born on September the fifth in a hospital in London. My parents were, or are I suppose, the late Lord and Lady Evans of Devonshire. I grew up a spoiled little brat who got everything I wanted because my parents were never around. No, I did not turn out to be some affection craved, messed up teenager because of this fact. I hated my parents, and used them only for a source of cash flow and basically did what I want until I was eleven years old. Then I received my letter, told my parents I had been enrolled in a school for magic, and off I went.

My relationship with my sister Petunia was a bad one, while I did feel some measure of affection for Yasmine, my eldest sibling who continuously kept me in line and my parents out of my life. I never did and never will feel the need to have mother-daughter talks, or Daddy and daughter camping trips - I'm just not that kind of person. Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm cold and heartless - I just didn't need or even want a source of love from my parents. I still rely on James and my best friends for love and companionship, even in my current situation.

Growing up as Lady Lily of Devonshire, I was much expected to be presented at thirteen to the King and Queen, and when I expressed no desire to hold my title (just the money) my mother made some sort of cover up and Petunia was the pride and joy of Devonshire in my place. I didn't care - Hogwarts was my home and I would have cut myself off completely from my roots were it not for Yasmine.

So that was my life up until I learnt of my powers, and when I did believe me it was the highlight of my being. I did not go home for Christmas (my family had not much tradition for it anyway - just celebrated it publicly for show) and during the spring break (which I have learnt my son Harry does not enjoy) I visited my sister Yasmine in her country home. During the summer I stayed in turn with all of my friends and had a fantastic time not worrying about anything. I suppose that was the good thing about growing up the way I did - I was never in want of cash.

I was a relatively carefree eleven- to fourteen-year-old, for my school work was not difficult and I had been blessed with my mother's head for learning (my father was a complete idiot when it came to anything but choosing which fork to eat with first). It was only in my fifth year that the foundations of my relatively easy world were rocked and I became the person I now am today (or rather was seeing as how I'm dead).

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, however many ways you spin the story I AM dead, but I do have James, Sirius, and Calista by my side so it's not completely horrible. I do miss Remus, Harry, and Elizabeth however, so yes I suppose I'm the only person who has ever cried in heaven. Wizard's heaven is quite different from Muggle heaven (if there even is such a thing) and I refuse to explain it to you since you will never got there anyway.

That's about it. If you have any questions please review them to the author who will answer them as best she can, or forward them on to me if she can't. If you choose to flame my introduction to this story, you may do so, but remember when you do - I have a wand (yes, I still do) and you don't.

Thank you for your time.