Summary: Lily Evan's father forbid her to attend Hogwarts five years ago,
but what will happen when she contacts her cousin, and he comes to rescue
her, with his friends?
A/N: This is my first fanfic, even though I love to read them. It's about Lily and James Potter, two of my favorite characters from the HP books, and hopefully I'll update once a week or so, with reviews, of course.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. These things are really ridiculous, you know, J.K. Rowling doesn't need the net, all she would have to do is write it in a book and all. So, why would she possibly look online at other people's wishful thinking? Anyway, if you recognize it, it's not mine.
It Just Is
The Plan
By: Marmalade
Lily Evans' family was messed up. There were no other words for it. No doubt about it. Her father, a half-blooded Ecuadorian, had a drug empire worth millions. His alias, (or so Lily thought), was Ian Evans. She didn't know his real name, and she doubted anyone did. Ian had met Violet O' Reilly, an Irish woman, on a vacation away from his wife, Samantha, and his young daughter, Petunia. Of course he had been attracted, nothing more, to the redheaded, green-eyed temptress, and slept with her, getting her pregnant. Ten months later, on a return to the same area, Ian had seen Violet holding a baby girl with red hair, startling green eyes, shaped so like his own, and dark skin that was not native to the girls mother. He had ordered his men to find Violet, kill her, and bring him the child. As his bidding was done, Violet's sister, a muggle-born witch by the name of Isabella Black, and her young son Sirius, had witnessed. Isabella had quickly charmed a ring, so that if the child had ever showed signs of magic, she could be in touch with Isabella's son. She quickly placed it on the baby and hid as the two men whom had murdered her sister took her small niece from her cradle and carried her into the night. Ian had named the child Lily, so that when he spoke her name he could remember her mother. It was by coincidence that Samantha had loved the name Petunia; hence both daughters carried the name of a flower.
Fifteen years had passed since that time, and a small teenage girl was walking up a drive that led to a huge house overlooking a beach in Puerto Rico. She brushed a few strands of unusually colored blood red hair out of her face, glaring up at the building that she despised so with clear green, almond shaped eyes. She finished her walk and opened one of the French doors, hoping to make it up to her bedroom before-
"Lily!"
Too late.
A woman and a girl stood in front of the entrance to the great room, both with looks of utter contempt on their horse-like faces. Both with bleached- blonde hair and maliciously dull honey eyes, the two females had the same features and body structure, looking enough alike to be twins, except for the noticeable age difference. While the woman was youthful looking, her face showed signs of aging, with wrinkles in her forehead that only a trained eye would pick up on. The corners of her light brown eyes that showed so much dislike had deep lines from the squinting the woman had done while glaring at various people. She was taller than the person next to her, and dressed more like a businesswoman, with more jewelry that was quite a bit more expensive than the other's. The girl was shorter than the woman, of course, and dressed in a low cut, skin tight, short pink dress with high heels and caked on makeup, obviously trying to appear older than her eighteen years.
"Yes Mother, Petunia?" Lily answered quietly.
"Mr. Dursley and Vernon will be here in less than an hour, and look at you! Get upstairs and change your clothes this instant, or you will regret it!" Samantha Evans shouted, looking plainly furious.
"Yes, freak, and I will make sure to tell father that you were late, after Vernon and Dudley leave." Petunia added, snidely.
"Yes, ma'am." Lily directed towards Samantha, and walked up the stairs. She turned down a hall, pressed a button, and a steel door slid open, revealing an elevator. Lily pressed the button for the fourth floor, and waited for a few seconds for the doors to reopen, revealing another hall, this time ending in an elegant heavy oak door. She stepped into the massive room on the other side.
I hate it here, she thought, like she did every day when she finally reached the privacy of her 'lair' as Petunia called it. Lily had been the 'freak' for four years now, ever since a letter had been dropped onto the front steps of their Malibu estate.
Dear Miss Evans,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term starts on September first, and
you will need to board the Hogwarts Express on Platform Nine and Three
Quarters in King's Cross Station at eleven O' clock in the morning.
Look for someone holding a sign bearing your name.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Ian had, of course, banned his eleven-year-old daughter from attending the school. He had refused, point blank, to allow his child to become an 'abnormal young lady with no morals.' He's one to talk, Lily thought, resentful.
But a wonderful occurrence had come from the ordeal. The night of September the second, the simple gold band that had encased her thumb for as long as she had remembered, the ring that was said to have been given to her by her mother, the very ring that had seemed to grow with Lily's body, had glowed, and grown hot. She had been shocked when what had seemed to be a holographic image had been produced of a boy with jet-black hair and jovial blue eyes. She had learned that he was her cousin, Sirius Black, and that he attended Hogwarts. He had a ring exactly like hers and she was an image out of his ring, also. Lily had learned about the wizarding world, and about what Sirius's mother had told him about Violet O'Reilly. Lily had talked to Sirius every night at eight o' clock since then.
Lily was shaken out of her trance when a clap of thunder sounded outside. She hurried to her window to see that the skies had turned a dark, dark gray, and that lightning was flashing sporadically around in the clouds. It was a beautiful sight for the girl to behold. She turned from the window and hurried to her closet, eager to get the evening over with and talk to her mischievous cousin.
~*~*~
"Hello, Vernon, Mr. Dursley, how are you this evening?" Lily asked pleasantly as she descended the staircase clothed in a caramel colored spaghetti strapped dress that set off her dark toned skin and went surprisingly well with her deep scarlet colored hair.
"Marjorie! What a lovely surprise!" She exclaimed in a honeyed tone, feeling a surge of dislike toward the large young woman of twenty.
"Lily! Wonderful to see you. You must tell me how you stay so small?" Marge Dursley said, letting the word small roll of her tongue in a scornful manner, knowing well how Lily hated being so short, reaching barely five foot two.
"Well, I just watch what I eat." Lily said lightly, pretending to misinterpret the meaning behind the remark that had been tossed in her direction by the huge woman.
"Vernon! You look dashing in that color! How have you been?" She addressed the massive man, leaving his sister in complete shock.
"Good, Lily, good." He replied, sizing her up with lustful eyes. The twenty two year old man had wanted Lily for a long while, and Lily felt very uncomfortable around her sister's fiancé. Lily made her way over to the eldest Dursley, who greatly resembled his son, with the exception of his graying hair, and with the likeness of his longing eyes.
"Mr. Dursley, you look well." She said timidly. She wasn't bothered very much by Vernon's behavior, but Dudley was a very powerful man, and would think nothing of hiring someone to kidnap her.
"Ah, Miss Evans, how are you?"
"Wonderful. Oh, I believe I see my father in the Study, I must go and greet him!"
"I agree. I shall see you soon, I hope, but I must go converse with Samantha."
"Of course." Lily agreed quickly, and headed off to the hallway. Creep.
~*~*~
Dinner passed without any surprises, the same as it did every other Sunday night for the past three months. At seven forty five, Lily hurried upstairs and waited for her ring to glow.
"Hey, Lils, how goes it?" A deep voice asked from the desk where she had placed her ring.
She twirled around and grinned at the head of her favorite person in the entire world.
"It goes, bad. Really bad. I am miserable."
"Here, everyone is really mean, no one understands me, and I wish I was at Hogwarts with you and all your friends. I know, I get the same speech every week. Which is why I am prepared this time. My comrades and I, the Marauders, have come up with a plan. Professor Dumbledore said that a friend and I could come rescue you and bring you back here. Pack a suitcase or trunk or something and be ready tomorrow at nine o'clock p.m. I won't be able to talk tomorrow, either. Bye!"
And before she could blink, he was gone. Okaaaaay. Lily got ready for bed and dreamt of the crazy plans her cousin could come up with.
~*~*~
A/N: There it is. My very first chapter. What d'ya think? You like? Then press that little button on your left hand bottom corner, kay?
~*Lara*~
A/N: This is my first fanfic, even though I love to read them. It's about Lily and James Potter, two of my favorite characters from the HP books, and hopefully I'll update once a week or so, with reviews, of course.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. These things are really ridiculous, you know, J.K. Rowling doesn't need the net, all she would have to do is write it in a book and all. So, why would she possibly look online at other people's wishful thinking? Anyway, if you recognize it, it's not mine.
It Just Is
The Plan
By: Marmalade
Lily Evans' family was messed up. There were no other words for it. No doubt about it. Her father, a half-blooded Ecuadorian, had a drug empire worth millions. His alias, (or so Lily thought), was Ian Evans. She didn't know his real name, and she doubted anyone did. Ian had met Violet O' Reilly, an Irish woman, on a vacation away from his wife, Samantha, and his young daughter, Petunia. Of course he had been attracted, nothing more, to the redheaded, green-eyed temptress, and slept with her, getting her pregnant. Ten months later, on a return to the same area, Ian had seen Violet holding a baby girl with red hair, startling green eyes, shaped so like his own, and dark skin that was not native to the girls mother. He had ordered his men to find Violet, kill her, and bring him the child. As his bidding was done, Violet's sister, a muggle-born witch by the name of Isabella Black, and her young son Sirius, had witnessed. Isabella had quickly charmed a ring, so that if the child had ever showed signs of magic, she could be in touch with Isabella's son. She quickly placed it on the baby and hid as the two men whom had murdered her sister took her small niece from her cradle and carried her into the night. Ian had named the child Lily, so that when he spoke her name he could remember her mother. It was by coincidence that Samantha had loved the name Petunia; hence both daughters carried the name of a flower.
Fifteen years had passed since that time, and a small teenage girl was walking up a drive that led to a huge house overlooking a beach in Puerto Rico. She brushed a few strands of unusually colored blood red hair out of her face, glaring up at the building that she despised so with clear green, almond shaped eyes. She finished her walk and opened one of the French doors, hoping to make it up to her bedroom before-
"Lily!"
Too late.
A woman and a girl stood in front of the entrance to the great room, both with looks of utter contempt on their horse-like faces. Both with bleached- blonde hair and maliciously dull honey eyes, the two females had the same features and body structure, looking enough alike to be twins, except for the noticeable age difference. While the woman was youthful looking, her face showed signs of aging, with wrinkles in her forehead that only a trained eye would pick up on. The corners of her light brown eyes that showed so much dislike had deep lines from the squinting the woman had done while glaring at various people. She was taller than the person next to her, and dressed more like a businesswoman, with more jewelry that was quite a bit more expensive than the other's. The girl was shorter than the woman, of course, and dressed in a low cut, skin tight, short pink dress with high heels and caked on makeup, obviously trying to appear older than her eighteen years.
"Yes Mother, Petunia?" Lily answered quietly.
"Mr. Dursley and Vernon will be here in less than an hour, and look at you! Get upstairs and change your clothes this instant, or you will regret it!" Samantha Evans shouted, looking plainly furious.
"Yes, freak, and I will make sure to tell father that you were late, after Vernon and Dudley leave." Petunia added, snidely.
"Yes, ma'am." Lily directed towards Samantha, and walked up the stairs. She turned down a hall, pressed a button, and a steel door slid open, revealing an elevator. Lily pressed the button for the fourth floor, and waited for a few seconds for the doors to reopen, revealing another hall, this time ending in an elegant heavy oak door. She stepped into the massive room on the other side.
I hate it here, she thought, like she did every day when she finally reached the privacy of her 'lair' as Petunia called it. Lily had been the 'freak' for four years now, ever since a letter had been dropped onto the front steps of their Malibu estate.
Dear Miss Evans,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term starts on September first, and
you will need to board the Hogwarts Express on Platform Nine and Three
Quarters in King's Cross Station at eleven O' clock in the morning.
Look for someone holding a sign bearing your name.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Ian had, of course, banned his eleven-year-old daughter from attending the school. He had refused, point blank, to allow his child to become an 'abnormal young lady with no morals.' He's one to talk, Lily thought, resentful.
But a wonderful occurrence had come from the ordeal. The night of September the second, the simple gold band that had encased her thumb for as long as she had remembered, the ring that was said to have been given to her by her mother, the very ring that had seemed to grow with Lily's body, had glowed, and grown hot. She had been shocked when what had seemed to be a holographic image had been produced of a boy with jet-black hair and jovial blue eyes. She had learned that he was her cousin, Sirius Black, and that he attended Hogwarts. He had a ring exactly like hers and she was an image out of his ring, also. Lily had learned about the wizarding world, and about what Sirius's mother had told him about Violet O'Reilly. Lily had talked to Sirius every night at eight o' clock since then.
Lily was shaken out of her trance when a clap of thunder sounded outside. She hurried to her window to see that the skies had turned a dark, dark gray, and that lightning was flashing sporadically around in the clouds. It was a beautiful sight for the girl to behold. She turned from the window and hurried to her closet, eager to get the evening over with and talk to her mischievous cousin.
~*~*~
"Hello, Vernon, Mr. Dursley, how are you this evening?" Lily asked pleasantly as she descended the staircase clothed in a caramel colored spaghetti strapped dress that set off her dark toned skin and went surprisingly well with her deep scarlet colored hair.
"Marjorie! What a lovely surprise!" She exclaimed in a honeyed tone, feeling a surge of dislike toward the large young woman of twenty.
"Lily! Wonderful to see you. You must tell me how you stay so small?" Marge Dursley said, letting the word small roll of her tongue in a scornful manner, knowing well how Lily hated being so short, reaching barely five foot two.
"Well, I just watch what I eat." Lily said lightly, pretending to misinterpret the meaning behind the remark that had been tossed in her direction by the huge woman.
"Vernon! You look dashing in that color! How have you been?" She addressed the massive man, leaving his sister in complete shock.
"Good, Lily, good." He replied, sizing her up with lustful eyes. The twenty two year old man had wanted Lily for a long while, and Lily felt very uncomfortable around her sister's fiancé. Lily made her way over to the eldest Dursley, who greatly resembled his son, with the exception of his graying hair, and with the likeness of his longing eyes.
"Mr. Dursley, you look well." She said timidly. She wasn't bothered very much by Vernon's behavior, but Dudley was a very powerful man, and would think nothing of hiring someone to kidnap her.
"Ah, Miss Evans, how are you?"
"Wonderful. Oh, I believe I see my father in the Study, I must go and greet him!"
"I agree. I shall see you soon, I hope, but I must go converse with Samantha."
"Of course." Lily agreed quickly, and headed off to the hallway. Creep.
~*~*~
Dinner passed without any surprises, the same as it did every other Sunday night for the past three months. At seven forty five, Lily hurried upstairs and waited for her ring to glow.
"Hey, Lils, how goes it?" A deep voice asked from the desk where she had placed her ring.
She twirled around and grinned at the head of her favorite person in the entire world.
"It goes, bad. Really bad. I am miserable."
"Here, everyone is really mean, no one understands me, and I wish I was at Hogwarts with you and all your friends. I know, I get the same speech every week. Which is why I am prepared this time. My comrades and I, the Marauders, have come up with a plan. Professor Dumbledore said that a friend and I could come rescue you and bring you back here. Pack a suitcase or trunk or something and be ready tomorrow at nine o'clock p.m. I won't be able to talk tomorrow, either. Bye!"
And before she could blink, he was gone. Okaaaaay. Lily got ready for bed and dreamt of the crazy plans her cousin could come up with.
~*~*~
A/N: There it is. My very first chapter. What d'ya think? You like? Then press that little button on your left hand bottom corner, kay?
~*Lara*~