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Author’s Notes: This is only a prologue. If I get enough reviews and hits, I’ll continue writing.

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A Slytherin in Our Midst

Prologue

Alone. Friendless. Quiet. Three words to describe Lily Evans. She was different a few years ago. She was as cheerful and happy as any other girl; even more so because she had learned she was a witch and was going to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had even almost made a friend on the train during her first year. But any hopes she had of making friends and enjoying her time at Hogwarts disappeared when she as Sorted. The moment she was put into Slytherin her life as an outcast began.

Being a Muggleborn, she had no idea about the different views and prejudices of each House. When she sat down at the Slytherin table that first day, she smiled at those sitting already. Lily was confused everyone turned away, muttering ‘Mudblood’ under their breath. At the time she didn’t know what that meant, but she shrugged it off. Lily attempted to join in their conversations, but they weren’t as willing to be friendly.

“Why don’t you go back and live with the Muggles, you filthy Mudblood,” people sneered at her.

“Try not to breathe, you’re polluting our pure air,” others smirked.

At first she was hurt by their stinging words, but she told herself it was probably a House initiation or something.

It wasn’t until the next day she learned why her fellow House members treated her with a cold indifference.

She was leaving the Great Hall after lunch when she saw Molly Prewett and a group of her friends leaving the Gryffindor table. Molly was a second year; they met on the train.

“Molly!” Lily ran to catch up with her. “I haven’t seen you since the train. Where are you going? Can I co-”

“Sorry we don’t talk to Slytherins,” huffed one of Molly’s friends.

The group turned their backs on the teary-eyed Lily and walked away. She thought she saw Molly glance over her shoulder at her, but was saddened when she kept walking.

Lily never stopped trying to make friends and fit in. Even when the Slytherins insulted her and the other students from different Houses laughed at her for being in Slytherin. That is...until four boys known as the Marauders made her quill squirt ink at her because she was a Slytherin.

That’s when she stopped. She stopped trying. She stopped trying to be nice. She stopped trying to make friends. She stopped trying to talk to her fellow Slytherins. Lily stopped trying.

She ate by herself. She did her homework alone. She spent her free time studying by herself. She didn’t talk to anyone if she couldn’t help it. She worked alone during class. She walked to class alone. Lily Evans was alone.

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