Lily and James, from start to finish
A/N: So this is our first multi-chapter, and to tell you the truth it is very exciting! I wrote it with a friend (GinnyPotter1700) we've been working on it forever! It spans the time from when Lily was like 6 to when they die…
Like it, or go away. I'm just kidding we want your real opinions! So here it is…
Disclaimer: Dude, we ARE NOT J.K Rowling. If we were, then we wouldn't have to be writing fanfics. Anyways, the beginning is woefully lacking in snogging and shagging, but we will try and fix this tragic lapse as soon as the characters are about fifteen or so. Hope you enjoy, mates!
Lily POV
Lily Evans was six years old; she had long red hair that went half way down her back. Her eyes were beautiful emerald green, and framed by long lashes. She was average height for her age with a slim build, and a fiery temper. She was fiercely loyal to the few friends she had. She wasn't really popular, but she preferred it that way. She liked just hanging out with Severus and Petunia. Several incidents that had happened while she was growing up and that had gained her the reputation of being kind of unnatural.
When she was in kindergarten, she had hated her teacher. The woman was mean and spiteful and bossy and Lily had always done what she was told when respectable authority told her to, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it smiling with the woman.
Lily wanted to be just like Petunia when she grew up.
Anyways, the teacher had been spazzing out at Lily for practically nothing. The teacher had been asking her a question and Lily just didn't understand it. "Lily, if I have six bottles in this hand, and four in the other, what do I have?" Severus Snape – a boy in her class with cheap baggy clothing and long greasy black hair, whom she'd never spoken to before – had answered snappily, and out of turn, "A drinking problem." Most of the kids hadn't understood, but Lily had, and the teacher obviously had.
Then the teacher had started raving, and Severus jumped up, called her a factitious bitch and hurled a book at her. Lily hadn't even known what the words meant, but he'd sure known how to hit a moving target. They'd been best friends ever since, though it was a gradual, slow moving thing.
She liked him. He had a sharp wit and he always stood up for what he thought was right, no matter what he tried to make her think, but there was something else about him; something unsettling. He was dark, and moody, and had a terrible temper sometimes. And she couldn't help but think that he was keeping a secret, something huge and important that he had never told anyone.
Lily and Petunia were playing in the forest one day during the summer. Lily was six and Petunia was almost nine. They were playing a mix between tag and hide and seek. Lily was "it".
Shh, she thought to herself. Be quiet. Maybe you will hear her. She can't have gotten far. A minute passed. She couldn't hear anything. Then a twig snapped off to her right and Lily started running toward it.
She thought she had gone pretty far but then there was a really loud screech/ scream behind her. The voice was obviously Petunia.
Terror froze her in place for a minute. What had happened to Tuney? Was she okay? Then Lily started running again, toward the screaming as quickly as her little six year old legs could carry her. Tuney was staring at something on the ground. As Lily got closer, she saw that it was a raven. The raven was twitching and squawking. It was also practically torn into pieces, shreds were everywhere and it was bleeding a lot.
Lily's eyes widened in terror and disgust, the sight was horrifying but she couldn't look away. Tuney was whimpering behind her, but Lily felt herself take a step forward.
"What – what are you doing, Lily? Get away from it! Don't touch it."
But Lily felt strange. Something was building inside her. It was warm and huge and powerful; a fierce protective gentleness that surprised her. Suddenly she knew she could help the bird. Kneeling beside it, swallowing her disgust, she put a hand on its torn side. Tuney was shrieking behind her but she wasn't listening. The thing in her chest was building, looking for a way out. Lily let go of the power and tried to will it into the bird. She closed her eyes and willed harder. Opened them a crack and looked down. Nope, nothing. She was feeling foolish and just about to give up, when, before her eyes, flesh wove together, nerves and tendons reconnecting and becoming whole and new skin flowed over the gaping wounds like water.
Lily jumped up and stumbled away. Tuney gasped and backed away when Lily turned back to her. Behind them, the raven hopped up then flapped its wings and flew away, squawking. Tuney was very pale and wide eyed. She flinched when Lily reached a hand out toward her. Wincing, Lily let her hand drop.
"What did you do?"
"I… I healed it," Lily said jerkily.
"How?"
"I don't know. Magic?"
"There's no such thing as magic," Petunia informed her firmly. "Maybe… maybe the bird just healed itself. Maybe we imagined it."
"Yeah, maybe," said Lily doubtfully.
"We can't tell anyone. Not ever."
"Why not?" Lily asked, alarmed. Keep it from their parents?
"Just, promise me, okay?"
"Okay Tuney," said Lily trustingly.
Remus POV
Tanner tugged on the huge dogs leash and started howling. It didn't sound very real but Remus Lupin elbowed his friend in the ribs, and glanced around warily. Being a muggle, Tanner couldn't know the things that Remus knew. Remus was a half-blood wizard, well, he would be when he was trained at Hogwarts.
It had taken a lot of effort for Remus to convince his parents into letting him have the sleepover at his best friend's house. They had been extremely protective for the past year, because kids kept disappearing. Muggle, half blood, pure blood, it didn't seem to matter. They didn't die or anything, they were turned into monsters.
Remus knew that werewolves were real. They were just yet another part of the mysterious wizard world; one of the darker parts. But now a werewolf called Fenir Greyback was on the loose. He liked hunting children and turning them into monsters like him.
Remus parents, Allard and Helen were terrified that he would be turned and seeing as tonight was a full moon, he had had to threaten, bribe, beg and annoy them into letting him go.
Remus had thought the whole thing was rather stupid. What were the chances that he would get eaten by the werewolves? Not very good, that's what they were.
But now that they were out and trick-or-treating with the dog all alone, at night, Remus was scared. He wouldn't admit it of course, but the warning tingles he was getting seemed to real to be imagined. Was that a distant agonized howl? Was something watching them, stalking them? Did that bush just move?
He was eight?, and he knew he shouldn't be scared of a little darkness, but he was.
"We should go back now," said Remus suddenly.
"Why? Come on, you aren't actually scared are you?"
"No," bristled Remus. "I just don't think we should be outside right now."
Out of the corner of his eye he was sure he saw something move. Without thinking, he grabbed Tanners arm and started pulling. "Come on," he roared. "Run!"
Startled by his friends sudden fear, Tanner ran beside him. The huge Rottweiler was growling sinisterly and yanking Tanner faster than he could run. The boy stumbled, tripping over his own feet, and Remus felt his heart lurch. It was there. The monster. And they weren't going to make it!
He looked desperately between his friend and the way to safety. Safety, Tanner. Tanner, safety. He held their lives in his hand, and in that instant of panic, he made the wrong choice. As he realized he was going to die, the little eight year old boy turned and ran away as fast as his little legs would carry him, leaving his friend to his fate. He hadn't gotten far before there was a terrible sound. A snarl, followed by a excruciating shriek. Remus looked back and saw a dark shape tearing at Tanner. The boy was crying and screaming; begging for help. Remus turned and ran again, sobbing.
It wasn't that he wasn't loyal. He was just too young to be brave. He did the only thing he thought he possibly could.
But the monster fallowed him. It let him get a bit farther, toying with him, before finally stepping out of the darkness in front of him. It stood there, huge and menacing, glowing red eyes watching him curiously with bloodlust. Red foam dribbled from its mouth, its muzzle was stained with blood.
It stalked toward him, growling, and Remus stumbled backwards crying and begging for help. No one heard though, or maybe they, like he, were just too scared to come out and die in a vain attempt to save him.
The wolf sniffed at him, so close Remus could smell it. Whimpering, Remus closed him eyes. The sniffing went on for a while longer. The wolf was circling him, clawing him in places and nudging him. He wished it would just get it over with.
Then the wolf sank its fangs into his shoulder and the world exploded in red agony.
The next morning, Remus woke up, covered in blood and naked. It took him a moment to realize he was in his backyard. There was a body next to him. A human body. Dread filled him. Horror froze him in place for a minute before he somehow found the courage to crawl over to it and roll it over. Then he started screaming – it was one that was more animal than when the beast had taken control of him – and stumbled backwards. He spun around, doubling over, eyes clenching tight, wishing he could tear them out. Anything to erase what he'd just seen. But he knew that, even blind, he'd see that forever… His mother, Helen, all bloody and dead, and him the one that had killed her.
Out of all the things to fuck a kid up mentally that had to be a category all to its own…
After that things didn't improve. His father couldn't stand the sight of him. He made sure to be absent most of the time and when he was home, it was all beatings and abuse and mean names for Remus. He grew up knowing he was a monster and would never learn to use his magic. He wouldn't get a wand, or go to Hogwarts. No one would let a monster go to school with their children.
