Note: This story is not meant to be true to the books. It is a darkfic and donÕt expect anything other than that.
Disclaimer: All the characters and all the good stuff in the story isnÕt mine...it belongs to J. K. Rowling and I have no intention of stealing it.
Chapter One: Childhood in Brief
Lily Evans was a girl like any other, living with her mother, father, and older sister. Lily had inherited her fathers stunningly green eyes and her motherÕs soft, pale, round complexion. Her curly red hair was different from everyone elseÕs hair in the family.
LilyÕs earliest years were happy and she had only fond memories of the days prior to her primary school years.
Things changed when she entered kindergarten. LilyÕs father was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He held on for nearly two years before things got out of hand. The entire ordeal terrified the young girl.
Lily, at age eight, had been visiting her father in the hospital. He had been in a comatose state for the last few days and his body had stopped loosing fluids. He was puffed up and his skin was stretched as far as possible, the sight alone was enough to terrify Lily, and she was alone with him at the time. Her mother had gone to pick her sister Petunia, who was eleven up from a friendÕs house.
John Evans, LilyÕs father, woke up and saw his baby sitting next to him. He reached one arm up for Lily and whispered, barely audibly that he loved her and her sister and her mother. Then he closed his eyes and entered the realm of the dead.
Lily sat in shock not knowing what to do. She cried and held onto her DaddyÕs hand for what seemed like days until her mother and sister got there. The funeral that followed shortly after was one of the worst things in poor LilyÕs life.
But things were about to get even worse. LilyÕs mom had previously been a stay at home mother, taking care of her children and working only as a philanthropist. Without the support of her husband, she had had to get a job, but he was still receiving a commission while he was being treated. The final hospital costs and funeral arrangements drained the EvansÕ account and they were left with very little.
Margie Evans began to work much longer days and often Lily and Petunia were left along until well into the night. Then Margie would leave early in the morning to return to work. The girls hardly saw their mother anymore.
It was made especially hard for Lily since Petunia refused to turn down this opportunity of freedom. Petunia never stayed at home with Lily, and when she did she had loud, annoying friends with her who all hated Lily because Petunia hated Lily.
Lily found little solace in her friends. None of them understood how it felt to watch your parent die at such a young age, and none of them knew how to approach her.
Her friends were drifting away, and she was left with nothing but books filled with magical worlds unlike anything she lived in. Places with dragons and hobbits and wizards. Books became LilyÕs life.
One day little Lily, nearly nine now, began to experience something unusual. She would get bruises in places she didnÕt know were even possible. Her head, armpits, and the backs of her knees. At first she didnÕt tell anyone about what was happening to her, but all was revealed when she collapsed in school one day.
Lily was rushed to the ER and many tests were run. After about two days of testing, the doctors told LilyÕs mom, who had gotten time off work to be with Lily, that Lily had leukemia.
The news transformed the family of three. Margie knew she couldnÕt afford to take care of LilyÕs hospital bills and there was no one to be with Petunia during the days. Margie married quickly in order to have another source of income in the family. She married to a man named Nik Wells. Nik seemed happy to do anything possible to help Lily and Petunia. He grew very close to both of them in a very short period of time.
With some strength that felt like magic, Lily was able to go into remission after a years stay in the hospital. Her homecoming on her tenth birthday was wonderful. Lily was surprised to see all of her old friends there ready and waiting to welcome her home. She cried, and so did they.
Her best friend from before her dad died, Jane, spoke first voicing what all of them felt, ÒLily, we feel like we deserted you. You needed us and we didnÕt know how to help so we walked away. WeÕre sorry. We miss you and we hope you can forgive us.Ó
Lily gave a soft giggly sob. She managed to squeak, ÒI missed you guys so terribly much! But I have to warn you. IÕm different now. IÕm not like I was. I have to act different, I canÕt do as much and I look different too.Ó
ÒWhat do you mean you look different? You are the same radiant girl we knew two years ago!Ó
ÒYes, but Jane, look,Ó and with that Lily pulled off the wig from her head.
ÒThat's ok! Hey I have an idea!!! Why donÕt we all shave our heads and buy wigs together so we all have them!Ó
ÒThat's a great idea Josie!Ó
And that is just what they did. LilyÕs friends made her feel welcome again by shaving their heads and buying wigs.
But LilyÕs troubles were still far from over. Nik seemed like a great guy. But he wasnÕt the best of the bunch. After Lily came home he started to visit her at night, while Margie was still at work, or after she was asleep. Nik would, at first just go into LilyÕs room and sit on the bed. Soon he would lie next to her. Not long after he would climb under the covers with her. Lily knew he was doing it but she wasnÕt sure if it was normal. Her daddy had been in the hospital most of the time that she could remember of him. DId dads always do things like this? She assumed so.
Once Nik felt that she wasnÕt going to say anything he began molesting her. Irregularly at first, but within a month it was every night. He even raped her a few times. Lily cried a lot. What else could she do? She was afraid to tell her mom because Nik had helped them so much and it had been her fault they needed the help in the first place. Margie found a higher paying job and took it, but it involved her traveling a lot which meant that Nik would be the only adult with the girls for days and sometimes even weeks on end.
Lily started crying more and Nik started to physically abuse her, but only when her mom was gone. At first Margie didnÕt notice anything. It wasnÕt until maybe five months that she noticed bruises everywhere on Lily. She asked Lily if they were from a recurrence of her leukemia. She said no and provided a story for each one. Margie wasnÕt completely convinced, but there wasnÕt a thing wrong with Petunia. Over the summer, after Lily had turned eleven and Petunia was fourteen, A letter came in the mail for Lily. A letter that answered her prayers of escape. A letter from a strange boarding school in Scotland.
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I know its not great, but its just the introduction...the rest gets better and less rushed.
Disclaimer: All the characters and all the good stuff in the story isnÕt mine...it belongs to J. K. Rowling and I have no intention of stealing it.
Chapter One: Childhood in Brief
Lily Evans was a girl like any other, living with her mother, father, and older sister. Lily had inherited her fathers stunningly green eyes and her motherÕs soft, pale, round complexion. Her curly red hair was different from everyone elseÕs hair in the family.
LilyÕs earliest years were happy and she had only fond memories of the days prior to her primary school years.
Things changed when she entered kindergarten. LilyÕs father was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He held on for nearly two years before things got out of hand. The entire ordeal terrified the young girl.
Lily, at age eight, had been visiting her father in the hospital. He had been in a comatose state for the last few days and his body had stopped loosing fluids. He was puffed up and his skin was stretched as far as possible, the sight alone was enough to terrify Lily, and she was alone with him at the time. Her mother had gone to pick her sister Petunia, who was eleven up from a friendÕs house.
John Evans, LilyÕs father, woke up and saw his baby sitting next to him. He reached one arm up for Lily and whispered, barely audibly that he loved her and her sister and her mother. Then he closed his eyes and entered the realm of the dead.
Lily sat in shock not knowing what to do. She cried and held onto her DaddyÕs hand for what seemed like days until her mother and sister got there. The funeral that followed shortly after was one of the worst things in poor LilyÕs life.
But things were about to get even worse. LilyÕs mom had previously been a stay at home mother, taking care of her children and working only as a philanthropist. Without the support of her husband, she had had to get a job, but he was still receiving a commission while he was being treated. The final hospital costs and funeral arrangements drained the EvansÕ account and they were left with very little.
Margie Evans began to work much longer days and often Lily and Petunia were left along until well into the night. Then Margie would leave early in the morning to return to work. The girls hardly saw their mother anymore.
It was made especially hard for Lily since Petunia refused to turn down this opportunity of freedom. Petunia never stayed at home with Lily, and when she did she had loud, annoying friends with her who all hated Lily because Petunia hated Lily.
Lily found little solace in her friends. None of them understood how it felt to watch your parent die at such a young age, and none of them knew how to approach her.
Her friends were drifting away, and she was left with nothing but books filled with magical worlds unlike anything she lived in. Places with dragons and hobbits and wizards. Books became LilyÕs life.
One day little Lily, nearly nine now, began to experience something unusual. She would get bruises in places she didnÕt know were even possible. Her head, armpits, and the backs of her knees. At first she didnÕt tell anyone about what was happening to her, but all was revealed when she collapsed in school one day.
Lily was rushed to the ER and many tests were run. After about two days of testing, the doctors told LilyÕs mom, who had gotten time off work to be with Lily, that Lily had leukemia.
The news transformed the family of three. Margie knew she couldnÕt afford to take care of LilyÕs hospital bills and there was no one to be with Petunia during the days. Margie married quickly in order to have another source of income in the family. She married to a man named Nik Wells. Nik seemed happy to do anything possible to help Lily and Petunia. He grew very close to both of them in a very short period of time.
With some strength that felt like magic, Lily was able to go into remission after a years stay in the hospital. Her homecoming on her tenth birthday was wonderful. Lily was surprised to see all of her old friends there ready and waiting to welcome her home. She cried, and so did they.
Her best friend from before her dad died, Jane, spoke first voicing what all of them felt, ÒLily, we feel like we deserted you. You needed us and we didnÕt know how to help so we walked away. WeÕre sorry. We miss you and we hope you can forgive us.Ó
Lily gave a soft giggly sob. She managed to squeak, ÒI missed you guys so terribly much! But I have to warn you. IÕm different now. IÕm not like I was. I have to act different, I canÕt do as much and I look different too.Ó
ÒWhat do you mean you look different? You are the same radiant girl we knew two years ago!Ó
ÒYes, but Jane, look,Ó and with that Lily pulled off the wig from her head.
ÒThat's ok! Hey I have an idea!!! Why donÕt we all shave our heads and buy wigs together so we all have them!Ó
ÒThat's a great idea Josie!Ó
And that is just what they did. LilyÕs friends made her feel welcome again by shaving their heads and buying wigs.
But LilyÕs troubles were still far from over. Nik seemed like a great guy. But he wasnÕt the best of the bunch. After Lily came home he started to visit her at night, while Margie was still at work, or after she was asleep. Nik would, at first just go into LilyÕs room and sit on the bed. Soon he would lie next to her. Not long after he would climb under the covers with her. Lily knew he was doing it but she wasnÕt sure if it was normal. Her daddy had been in the hospital most of the time that she could remember of him. DId dads always do things like this? She assumed so.
Once Nik felt that she wasnÕt going to say anything he began molesting her. Irregularly at first, but within a month it was every night. He even raped her a few times. Lily cried a lot. What else could she do? She was afraid to tell her mom because Nik had helped them so much and it had been her fault they needed the help in the first place. Margie found a higher paying job and took it, but it involved her traveling a lot which meant that Nik would be the only adult with the girls for days and sometimes even weeks on end.
Lily started crying more and Nik started to physically abuse her, but only when her mom was gone. At first Margie didnÕt notice anything. It wasnÕt until maybe five months that she noticed bruises everywhere on Lily. She asked Lily if they were from a recurrence of her leukemia. She said no and provided a story for each one. Margie wasnÕt completely convinced, but there wasnÕt a thing wrong with Petunia. Over the summer, after Lily had turned eleven and Petunia was fourteen, A letter came in the mail for Lily. A letter that answered her prayers of escape. A letter from a strange boarding school in Scotland.
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I know its not great, but its just the introduction...the rest gets better and less rushed.