-Disclaimer: Nothing that belongs to JKR belongs to me. I think that sums it up. "White Houses" belongs to Vanessa Carlton, or to whoever wrote it, or whoever owns it. I'm not sure, but I sure don't own it and I recognize that fact.
-Summary: Lily Evans is forced to move in with James and his friends by order of Dumbledore. She's not exactly thrilled about the idea, because she's leaving the world that she knows behind. To top it off, she only has one summer left. At Hogwarts, she had not been part of the group of friends James had, because she had been a part of the Elite—those individuals lucky enough to rule the school. But outside of Hogwarts, that means nothing, as she's soon to find out. James, on the other hand, is excited about her moving in, because he's secretly longed for her for seven years. Fluffly, NC-17, (just to be safe, mainly for later chapters), AU. I have edited the original a bit.
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"I'd like you to go and live with Mr. Potter and his friends this summer," Albus Dumbledore said softly.
Lily Evans shot her head up. "You want me to what, sir? Don't you remember that after this summer I—"
"I remember," Dumbledore interrupted softly. "I think it would be for the best."
"Professor Dumbledore, I don't even know them! I can't have said more than three words to either of them the entire time I was here at Hogwarts!" Lily exclaimed. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the arms of the chair. It was her graduation day, and this would be the last time she would ever reside in Hogwarts as a student.
Dumbledore nodded. "Nevertheless, I believe it could help you."
"Help me save my life?" Lily snapped, tears stinging her eyes. "I was going to go into hiding after Hogwarts, sir. I wasn't going to let him get me. I was—"
"You know it's much more complicated than that," Dumbledore said firmly, but not unkindly. "The only way you could escape that fate would be… well, to be dead, Miss Evans."
She turned his words over in her mind as a tear slid down her cheek. If I was dead, I wouldn't ever have to live the life my father intended. I would prefer death.
She made a resolution to herself right there, before answering the headmaster.
"Fine, I'll go. As if I had a choice. Seems to me like a lot of forcing has been going on lately," she stated, rising and leaving his office.
Albus leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired face.
"I hope James knows what to do."
A/N: Chapter are never this short. It's just this snippet I'd added when I decided to edit. Originally, this wasn't here. Tonight, I'll post the first chapter, and I won't post until next Saturday. I will update every Saturday. Or will try my best. I'd appreciate reviews, please.