Disclaimer: I own Lilah, JK Rowling owns everything else. Jealousy abounds.
As the story progresses we will see more of the main Harry gang. Just have to work my way up to it. This is my first story so please review. I would love some critics.
Lilah had always figured she would met her dad someday. She had also always figured that she would say some very interesting things to him. She would tell him about how horrible he was for leaving her in that place. For running away and leaving her mother alone with a baby without even stopping to think about how that would affect them.
Now however she just wished that she hadn't cared. That she had just left the whole thing alone and listened to her mother, Her beautiful mother who had used her dying breath to tell her that she loved her, no matter who her father had been. All her life her mother had told her that his identity wasn't important. She had always thought it was weird how insistant she was not to mention anything about him.
When she finally had died, Lilah had thought that would be it. She would find the only other relative she had. He found her first though. One night she was just sitting at this nice pub watching some inane show on the telly when he showed up. His face was the blank, except for the eyes. They were cruel. Pale and cruel making the people in the pub cringe back when he looked at them. She didn't cringe back however. She would never allow someone else to have power over her like that. Standing up she turned to face this man, this man without a nose.
"well, what do you want?" she asked in a voice as level as she could keep it staring into the face of a snake on the body of a man. "I haven't got all night the commercial will be over in a second."
"I've come to take you home," the man's voice was wrong in so many ways. It sounded like it came from somewhere inside her. Somewhere she knew no one was suppose to be. However, she didn't back down. She had watched her mother tremble before men all her life and she refused to bow before anyone.
"Sorry guy, I'm not that sort. The blonde over towards the door however, she shouldn't be a problem. Nice legs too, if you can overlook the feet attached to them. Nasty things, she should really have thought a bit more about the sandals." Lilah could hear the tremble in her voice as she spoke but that didn't stop her from finishing. Not sure now if the only thing keeping her from passing out was the talking.
"You will come with me. According to the laws" as he said that last word a slight chuckle escaped past his lips, "you are under my guardianship."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about, guardianship. I don't fall under anyones guardianship. The lawyers told me, only….." stopping mid sentence lilah sat back on her stool and under no choice of her own began to stare at the terrifying man before her.
"Lilah Riddle I don't have time for this." With that, he reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her up. A second later she felt like her organs were being ripped out her belly button. Going to sit again on the stool she leaned back, falling to the ground. Luckily, she thought, the grass broke my fall. It took several more seconds for her to realize that there shouldn't be any grass in the pub.
