What She Never Wanted

Yep, you got it. I'm not even going to bother talking. Much.

This was based on a story of mine (in the AU series, of course) with the same title as this fic. The plotline is all mine.

Disclaimer: JK owns everything you recognise. All ridiculous actions, ridiculous characters, ridiculous plotlines, and ridiculous circumstances belong to me. I would never make money out of stealing someone else's idea, though I would like to publish my AU series. And if you one day read something by C.E. Annan that looks like one of these fics—it isn't plagiarism, that's me! I own Farrah, Iona, and all other characters you don't recognise. Also, Petunia never hated her sister in this.

Summary: Lily Evans never wanted a knight in shining armour to come and sweep her off her feet and ride away with her into the sunset to the sound of birds singing. She was of the opinion that fairytales never came true. Of course, she found herself living in a fairytale, and a knight was exactly what she got. LJBFF and LRTF, full of live-saving and whacked humour. AU

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Chapter 1, Invisible

Eternal cold.

She sat on the windowsill of her room, looking out through the open window. The air was cool, despite it being July. It was her birthday in ten days and she knew not to expect anything. She never did.

The girl was nameless. She always had been; her parents had never bothered to give her a name after the tragedy. Their oldest daughter, Petunia, had nicknamed her little sister `Lily' after her favourite flower, and `Marie' after her best friend. Petunia liked `Marie' because it meant `beloved', and Lily was certainly Petunia's dear sister.

Petunia had taken it upon herself to do everything for her sister. She'd managed to teach the girl to do most things, like walk, write and dress herself, but she'd never succeeded in teaching Lily to talk. Lily had been too scared to allow herself, after hearing their parents scream all the time at each other. She thought that'd happen if she began talking; all that would come out was a scream.

Lily had been born as a twin, the younger of the two. Her older brother had been named Remus, for power. He'd been kidnapped only a day after the births.

Lily's mother had visited a wise woman a month before the births of her twins. The woman had told her that she would have twins, and one would save the world. But only if they lived with their mother for fourteen years.

Lily's mother had believed it was her son, and when he'd been kidnapped, she'd been devastated. She'd believed that they kidnapped him because of his powers, and so had therefore never cared about her daughter.

How wrong she was.

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On the day of Lily's eleventh birthday, there were no presents as she expected. There was a hug from Petunia (who didn't have enough money to buy Lily anything), but nothing else.

Or so she thought.

It was mid-morning, and an owl had decided to fly into Lily's kitchen's window. When it became obvious that it wanted to come in, Lily opened it up and the owl flew onto her arm and promptly stuck a leg out, revealing a letter. Lily opened it and started reading, only to be disturbed by the owl which had decided it needed payment. Lily let it have the last of her cereal and got back to reading. When she'd finished, she turned wordlessly to Petunia and held it out for the other girl to read.

Petunia scanned the letter, dropped it in shock, and started jumping up and down in joy, squealing all the while. “OH MY GOSH, LILY!! YOU'RE A WITCH!” she yelled in happiness. “Now…where's this place where we get your stuff…”

The two of them got Lily's stuff, and Marie and Vernon (Petunia's boyfriend) dropped them off at King's Cross Station, where they watched endless people pass through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and eventually followed, dragging Lily's trunk behind them.

The two girls looked around, stunned, at the sight that lay before them. A large, scarlet steam train sat, waiting to leave.

Petunia looked around, intrigued and wishing that she, too, was a witch. Her eyes fell on a family not too far away from them. There was a boy who looked like her; he had the same not-quite-brown-but-not-quite-blond hair that she did (they usually tended to call it blonde) and had the amber eyes of Petunia's father. His mother was leaning over and talking to him in hushed tones. She had striking black hair and bright blue eyes, much bluer than Petunia's own. She didn't look anything like her son.

The boy started heading away from his mother, when the woman found a cat carrier behind her. “REMUS!” she yelled after the boy.

The blond boy raced back to his mother and grabbed the cat. “Sorry, Mother!” he told the woman, in a voice very similar to that of Petunia's father.

The voice, the face and the name were all Petunia needed before she realised that this was her long-lost little brother; the twin of her mute sister.

As he headed back towards the train, Petunia shouted, “REMUS!” in a tone echoing his mother. She beckoned him over when he turned.

“Um…hi,” he said nervously. “Look, I'd better be getting on the train.”

“I'll make this short,” Petunia said. Remus nodded. “Was that your real mother?”

Lily looked at her sister in confusion. Petunia rolled her eyes at her little sister and repeated the question.

“No,” Remus replied. “I was adopted. My mother and my sister died when I was born.”

Petunia raised her eyebrow. “Excuse me, Mr. Evans, but that is not true.”

Remus looked confused. “Um, how do you—?”

“Look, buddy, I'm Petunia Evans and I was four when you were born, and this,” she pointed to Lily, “is your twin sister.”

Remus turned to Lily. “Hi,” he whispered softly. Lily attempted to smile back.

“Lily's mute,” Petunia explained, “and I'd like you to look after her and see if you can teach her to talk.”

Remus smiled softly at his newfound little sister, and before he could stop himself he was hugging her tightly, clutching her to him and rubbing her back comfortingly. “I knew it,” he was whispering over and over, “I knew it. I knew you were still alive.”

“Who told you otherwise?”

“My mother. She told me that my surname was Evans but I should pretend I was her blood son and call myself Remus Lupin. That's the name on the Hogwarts list. I'm supposed to be half-blood.”

Petunia nodded and hugged her little brother and sister. “Well, I'd better be going. Have fun, Lil, and I hope to get some letters from you!”

Lily nodded and smiled back innocently. Remus stared at the little girl and wondered how a girl who looked so different from him could be his twin. She was short where he was tall, she was extremely thin where he was average, she had almond-shaped emerald eyes where he had round amber ones, and she had auburn curly hair where his was brownish-blond and straight.

Remus stuck out a hand and took her smaller hand in his, and then hurried up to the train dragging his trunk in one hand and helping her carry hers awkwardly. His cat carrier was balanced precariously on top of his trunk and he kept having to stop to right it from falling off.

They finally made it to the train and loaded their luggage into an empty compartment, where they collapsed in relief. Moments later, the door opened and a short, gawky-looking boy entered. He had lopsided glasses and black hair that seemed to have been cut to different lengths, giving it a shaggy, pointy effect. His eyes were hazel and he had the warmest smile Lily had ever seen.

“Remus!!” he cheered when he saw the blond. “I haven't seen you in ages!!” The boys clapped each other on the arms and grinned.

“Hey, James,” Remus greeted. “Lily, this is my best friend, James Potter. James, this is my little sister, Lily Evans.”

“Evans?” James looked confused. “But your surname is Lupin!”

Remus smiled. “I was adopted. I told you that.”

James shrugged, sheepishly. “I must have forgotten,” he replied. “Hi,” he said to Lily, and he held his hand out. Lily shook it, smiling all the while.

“Lily's mute. Her…uh, our sister wants me to see if I can teach her to talk.”

James nodded. “I'll help, too, if you want,” he said, looking straight at Lily as he said so. Lily smiled warmly in return and nodded. “So, that's settled! Now, should we see about having some fun?”

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The three of them were Sorted into Gryffindor, where they met another boy called Sirius Black and two girls called Farrah Jackson and Iona McKinnon.

Sirius had long black hair in a ponytail and steel-coloured eyes, Farrah had strawberry-blonde hair and eyes so dark they were almost black, and Iona had white blonde ringlets that reached her shoulders and lavender eyes. The six of them soon became fast friends.

Lily remained mute, no matter how hard her friends tried, and had taken to saying spells in her head with the wand movements. But one day, during their second term of First Year, James had been flying up on his broom during Flying Class, when somebody had knocked into him and he'd been pitched off of his broom. As Lily had watched her best friend hit the ground, she'd screamed, “JAMES!” and hurried over to where he'd landed.

James looked up at her and smiled gently, whispering, “You spoke!” before collapsing into the coma that claimed him for an entire month.

And from then on, Lily could speak. On arriving at Easter with Remus in tow (his adopted mother had allowed him to stay at his sister's), Petunia was surprised at Lily's articulacy, and Lily's mother had been shocked to see her son again.

Not that that meant they paid the slightest attention to Lily until she got Remus to point her out to them.

Having her brother around was great.

Remus's adopted mother eventually handed custody of Remus over to his rightful parents during their Third Year, realising that she shouldn't look after him anymore.

Things started happening in the first week of Sixth Year.

That was the week that everything changed.

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x Cazzy x

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