Lily Evans Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It was her. Lily.

I reply, “And I’ve been super duper okay. That’s what I keep trying to tell my mom.” Harry grimaces as if he doesn’t believe me but before he can say anything else, someone enters the boardroom like a whirlwind. “Holy shitballs,” the little brother, Dean. Just as gorgeous as everyone else in here except for me, “Lily?!? What are you doing here? This is very serious business stuff only.” “Dean,” Harry groans.

She was crying and mad with desperation to try any and everything from the greenhouse to use to unlock the passage that Elijah himself had once shown her and had recently ordered Mage Master to upgrade the lock, so only a certain spell could unlock it and nothing else. "Lily flower." Elijah made his presence known softly, but it still jerked her as her eyes went round and wide at the sight of one person she could never bring herself to look in the eye. In her nervousness of having been found, she dropped the latest pot of magical herbs. She was about to throw at her exit to blast it open. Thankfully, the herbs were not explosive.

He was still in the dungeons, his punishment under magical suspension, neither aging nor dreaming. I stepped into the hall, nodding at Lily, who was now proudly wearing the silver braid of my Luna’s hand. She walked by my side, protectively close, and I sensed the change in her too. Lily was no longer the frightened maid who had warned me in whispers. She stood tall now, radiant with her own quiet power.

I get seated at my usual spot and wait for Evans. “Yo bro where the hell are you?” I say to him the moment he picks up my call. “Shut the fuck up man, I will be there in a few mins. Lily needed my help with something,” he replies. “Alright, waiting for you.” Lily is Evans’s college girlfriend well now fiancee and to be honest I don’t like her. She’s always blaming me for making Evans do things a man who is in a committed relationship is not supposed to do. I am partly to be blamed but hey Evans is a fully grown adult who can think and act for himself. I hope when they get married it will not change the brotherly bond between us. Come to think of it when we both get married. I shake my head

Lily's breath went around her neck. "what do you mean?" His voice trembled, darting between his wide eyes Liam and the maid. "I don't understand. Is the past?" The maid was hesitant, she was nervous at Liam before continuing. "They are saying ... you are not really a lily Harper. That your real identity is completely something else." silence. Liam's cold gaze intensified, narrow with suspicion. "Is it true?" "No!" Lily retreated, shaking her head. "They are lying. I am a lily Harper. I swear-"

1897. Lily Harper stood on the porch in a simple black dress that hugged her slim 19-year-old body. She was the classic innocent freshman, long auburn hair cascading down her back, soft green eyes, modest C-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a pert round ass that made her self-conscious. She had never been to a real party before tonight. Her hands trembled slightly as she knocked. The door opened, and a tall, stunning senior smiled down at her.

Lily’s voice came from the middle of the yard. The impatient footsteps could be heard before Lily's petite figure finally appeared in front of Poppy and the others. “Lily! You're back. Where are the others?” Poppy looked around for her other friends. “My brother is behind me. Then, Evan...” Lily glanced at Evander's tent before continuing, “I think Evan is in the tent.” Lily looked back at Poppy and saw two strangers who had come with Poppy, making her wonder who these people were.

Lily stood at the window, staring at the street below. “Eve,” she said slowly. “Do you think this person… wants to divide us?” “Yes,” Evelyn answered immediately. “Why?” “Because we’re stronger together,” Evelyn replied. “They know that. And they want to break that.” Lily pressed her forehead to the glass. “They already kind of are.” Evelyn’s chest tightened. “Lily—” “I’m just saying the truth,” Lily whispered. “Whoever they are… they’re getting inside my head.”

Sarah’s tone was accusatory, but she accepted Evelyn’s hand, almost eagerly. “He also said I was in charge,” Evelyn countered, steering them through the revolving door and towards the executive lift. “We’ll need to let Lily know we’re going.” “Who’s Lily?” Peter moaned. “There’re too many girls already!” Evelyn laughed. “Lily is like my sister. I’ll miss her at lunch, so I need to let her know. That’s being respectful.” “Then we’ll get breakfast?” As if to punctuate the need, Peter’s stomach gave a loud rumble.