My name is Lily Evans, many people think they know me, but they don't. I may may seem harmless to a normal human, but inside I carry a power so strong that i could destroy the earth on a whim. Only in death is the world safe from me. Many have tried to harness my powers and use me as a weapon, none survived.
I am not muggleborn like everyone seems to think- no my parents were a witch and wizard, but they were killed, I know i was there when it happened, i just can't remember. I had a brother, he looked after me. His name was Andrew back then, but Andrew was a werewolf, and the Ministry of Magic do not take kindly to 'monsters' looking after children. They took me away, although both Andrew and I fought tooth and nail to stay together.
I was young at the time, about four or five. A witch from the Ministry held me back as a man talked to my brother. I had never seen my brother so angry. Abruptly the man punched my brother in the gut.
"Andrew!" I screamed and lurched forwards, ready to defend my brother, but the Ministry witch dug her talon like finger nails into my shoulder. I whimpered in pain. Andrew fought to get to me, only to receive a barrage of punches and kicks.
"Stop it! You're hurting him!" I screamed.
One of the Ministry workers eyed my brother evilly
"Gretchen take the girl!" he barked
" No! No! Please don't take her!"
The men sneered as they bound my brother with silver chords. His cries of agony still echo in my mind even today.
"Don't take her, please. Selena!"
Selena- that's my real name. After that I was placed under a memory charm. Custody was given to some obscure muggle relatives of my mother's. They changed my name, my looks- no longer was my hair golden blonde, or my eyes cornflower blue. They completely wiped all trace of my brother from my memory. Over time I would get strange flashbacks, but i would never figure out my past until Hogwarts, until I saw him again...