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Word Count: 2,130
Summary: It was impossible to be sad on this gorgeous autumn morning. I had a family. I had friends. I had a home. I would go to Hogwarts. All was well. All was perfect. A joy rose up in me, and for that wonderful moment, I was completely happy; perfectly content. Life was good. That's when I heard the scream. What I saw next was too terrible to be real.
A rogue band of former Death Eaters have attacked and killed all of the adults in the Weasley/ Potter family. For their protection, and because no relatives old enough to care for them still live, are separated and sent to muggle orphanages. Lily grows up alone. She arrives at the station two years later to find that everyone has forgotten what she looks like. They do not recognize her. (I know it's a pretty cheesy way of describing it, but hey, it's 2 in the morning. Cut me some slack. Hey, whoever PM's me a better version of the second half of the summary will get their own character. How about that?)
They buried my daddy that day in the rain
And I cried as I held Momma's hand
Those tears on her face revealed all the pain
We never could quite understand
At the funeral, they'd said my daddy had been
A good man and too young to die,
And the child I had been asked over again
Why hadn't he told me goodbye?
Endless footsteps lead on along the ground
The grieving people that were here cannot be found
The black clouds come and hide the crying sky
Amid those timeworn, lonely echoes of goodbye.
~Patricia A. Queen. Echoes of Goodbye
All was well.
I waved one last time as the train rounded the corner and out of sight, taking James and Albus with it. In two years, I will go. Just two more years.
It was impossible to be sad on this gorgeous autumn morning. I had a family. I had friends. I had a home. I would go to Hogwarts. All was well. All was perfect. A joy rose up in me, and for that wonderful moment, I was completely happy; perfectly content. Life was good. That's when I heard the scream.
I whipped around as more shouts tore the air. In a few moments, the entire station was in chaos. People were running around either screaming or trying to find out what was going on. I was part of the latter. A minute or two later, everyone realized that the threat, whatever it was, was over and gone. I was scared and started fighting through the crowd over where I last saw Mum and Dad talking with Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. The closer I got, the more congested the crowd became.
Suddenly, almost everyone in the station went quiet. Not deadly silent; everyone lowered their voices or whispered. They all looked terrified. Their behavior made me nervous and even more scared. Then people started crying. Not everyone, of course. Someone behind me, a girl, was screaming someone's name. I was too concentrated on finding my parents to recognize the voice. More children were sobbing, even some adults had covered their mouths and crying. Most just looked shocked. I stood riveted to the spot. The crowd was too thick to find my parents in and I was too scared to try anymore. Adults were crying; it had to be extremely bad.
Then something strange happened. A woman in front of me half-turned and stared at me for a moment. She then nudged the woman next to her and whispered something, gesturing at me. They both stepped to the side and started to tap other peoples' shoulders. In just a minute or two, the entire crowd had started to part in front of me. I couldn't move. Something really bad was happening. Slowly I began to walk the cleared pathway as more people moved. My heart pounded on my chest. I was more frightened of what the crowds behavior meant than what had caused the screaming. Soon there were no more people to move and I stepped into the small circle they surrounded.
What I saw next was to terrible to be real.
Lying eagle-spread on the ground, their eyes open and blank, were Mum, Dad, Aunt Hermione, and Uncle Ron. Hugo was there, sobbing hysterically next to his parents. My head whirled and the only rational thought I could find was: Why is Hugo crying like a baby?
Hugo never cried, so why should he now? There was nothing to cry about. Our parents weren't de-
No. I looked away and shut my eyes. No! They weren't dead, Lily. Do you hear me? They were not dead! They couldn't be. Mum had said that she would always be there, so why would she leave now? And Dad had promised that he would never go anywhere without saying goodbye, and he hadn't! Why would my parents break the most important promises of their lives? They wouldn't.
No. Immediately, I felt the calming feeling I had felt just a few minutes ago. I was happy. Life was perfect. If they really were dead, my cousins would be crying with Hugo. My Aunts and Uncles would be hugging us and holding us and whispering how everything would be alright; a sure sign that nothing was. If our parents were dead, then where were they. Where was Teddy?
No.
I was happy. Life was perfect.
They were not dead. They had not left me alone.
I don't know how long I stood there, but the whole time, I was happy; because everything was too different to be real, so it must be a dream.
People were saying things but I didn't hear until a hand grasped my shoulder and a voice said, "Hold on, Miss Potter."
The person holding me twisted and I left the station.
I sat on the waiting bench in the Auror's office. Hugo, Roxanne, and Lucy sat next to me.
Hugo sat on the far right and had pulled his knees up and buried his face into them, his body shaking with sobs. He had be crying nonstop since we left the station forty-five minutes ago.
Next was Roxanne, who wasn't even sitting. She had slid to the floor and had wailed for thirty minutes until she went quiet. Whether she was dead, sleeping, or crying silently was a mystery to me. she was the one who had been screaming at the station.
Lucy sat nearest the door and in an identical position to mine. Back straight, feet on the floor (or as low as we could reach), eyes forward. The only difference was that big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks and occasionally she whimpered.
I sat in between the motionless Roxanne and Lucy. I didn't cry because there wasn't a reason to. Mum had said that she would always be there. Dad had never said goodbye. They. Were. Not. Gone.
I closed my eyes for a moment. I was happy. Life was perfect.
The door banged open. Both Lucy and I whipped our heads around to look. In came James, Albus, Rosie, Molly, Victoire, Dominic, and Louis led by an Auror. Their eyes were red and their faces stained with tears. Some still cried.
Lucy shrieked something and flew into her sisters' arms. They were both blubbering and trying to talk at the same time before collapsing into each others arms and wailing. I couldn't understand a word they said. My ears were ringing and everything seemed far away. Why were they sad. No one was dead. I clung to my feeling of happiness. I was happy. Life was-
James and Albus dropped in front of me while Rosie went to cry with Hugo and Fred to comfort his sister.
Their lips moved but no sound came out. I couldn't hear anything but ringing. Must be because I'm so happy...
A witch, whom I hadn't noticed was there before, crouched down next to them and told them something that made my brothers look sympathetically at me. I noticed the sign of a healer on her sleeve.
They took the seats next to me. They were both crying shamelessly. Albus had put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. James was hunched over and staring at his own hands.
Another bench was conjured for Victoire, Dominic, and Louis who cried like everyone else.
Why? No one was dead. At least, Mum and Dad weren't. Some of my Uncles and Aunts might be.
I jumped up and stumbled over to the Healer.
"I need to use the bathroom," I said randomly. Anything to get me out of here. Anything to get away from the crying people. My hearing seemed to clear up and I could hear my relatives sobbing. It was worse than imagining it. I had to get out.
She led me out of the room and down the hall. It was packed with Ministry workers and in complete chaos. She waited outside while I went in alone.
As I walked in, I glanced in the mirror and froze. A girl was looking out where I should have been. Inside I was happy but slightly confused. That wasn't who I saw.
At a glance, she looked just like the girl on the station only an hour ago. Short red hair, cute freckles, smiling brown eyes- And that's what made me stop. Her eyes weren't smiling like mine should have been. They were... lost, sad, angry, shocked, and... desperate. On further examination, this girl was not like Lily Luna at all. Lily Luna was never scared of anything. She loved to become involved in prank wars with her brothers. She would stretch out and offer friendship to lonely people. She could only be woken through vigorous shakings. And, just an hour ago, The Lily Luna Potter I was used to had found a perfect paradise.
The new Lily, the one who looked at me now, was entirely different. She would jump at the smallest sound. She would never be able to fall asleep with the lights off. She would be easily hurt and too timid to stand up for herself. She would hide in a corner and hope to pass unnoticed. She would jerk awake at a creak and would wake up screaming from nightmares. For the past hour, this Lily Luna had deluded herself into believing she still had paradise just to avoid accepting the unavoidable. That she was an orphan.
That I am an orphan.
No. I am happy. Life is... is...
But it was too late. I collapsed on the floor sobbing and shaking harder than any of my cousins had.
I will never be happy. Life is ruined.
I wailed harder.
Mum will not be there. Dad had left.
He hadn't said goodbye.
Murder at King's Cross
Yesterday, September first, a horrifying event
occurred. Just moments after the Hogwarts Expr-
ess departed, seven wizards dressed as Death E-
aters' appeared. Without warning, they attacked
and killed Harry Potter, Ginerva Potter, Ronald
Weasley, Hermione Weasley, Percival Weasley, A-
udrey Weasley, William Weasley, Fleur Weasley,
and Teddy Lupin. At the same time, Death Eaters
arrived at the houses of Molly and Arthur Weas-
ley, Draco and Astoria Malfoy, Rolf and Luna S-
camander, Neville and Hannah Longbottom, Charl-
ie Weasley, and Harry Potter's muggle cousin D-
udley Dursley and his wife Elaina. Everyone ov-
er seventeen was killed, leaving behind eight
more orphans, two of which are muggle girls.
The Potter and Weasley children currently att-
ending Hogwarts have returned. The younger thr-
ee who were present at the station have already
arrived at separate orphanages around the cou-
ntry. The whereabouts of them are unknown.
Whether these attacks were those of the scatte-
red remnants of Death Eaters or a sign of You-
Know-Who's resurrection remains a mystery.
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