Chapter 1 – Grimmauld place

Lilly awoke, a white tiled ceiling was above her pounding head, and she could smell the nauseating mix of disinfectant and disease. She had all sorts of wires and tubes running over her now pallid and clammy skin. Her vision was bleary and her head throbbed with pain. She struggled to remember where she was and why, she failed dismally. She tried to sit up but the pain that shot through her body forced her to lie back down again. She began to panic, sweat moistened her skin and her breathing became erratic. She began to strain to sit up, fighting the agony, screaming as the white-hot bolts of burning pain jarred her body. All of a sudden lights were coming on and people were rushing in. several people were surrounding her bed and beeping on machinery, one took her shoulders and forced her back down. "Calm down Elizabeth, calm down! You are disturbing the other patients."
"What the fuck?! Where am I? What happened?!"
"You are in Hospital, you had an accident. It was an explosion. You aren't seriously hurt which is amazing, considering you were right in the middle of it."
Lilly finally lay back down breathing heavily. A mask was put over her mouth and nose and she was soon asleep. However – after fitful dreams of green light and screaming - she awoke again, a few hours later this time to a completely different set of people, about 6 or so.
"What the..."
"Lilly, don't be alarmed, we are the Order of the phoenix, a secret magical organisation. I am afraid that we cannot explain now."
"Magical?!"
"We have come to help you. If we don't move quickly we'll be caught so you must come with us now."
"Help me?!"
"Let us explain Lupin, other wise we'll never get anywhere at this rate." said an eccentric looking girl of about 20, her short hair was bright blue and spiked. "Very well, Lilly, you are a witch, you have suffered from a condition known as bottled magic. This is where your magic is contained within you without release long after it should show through. Unfortunately it is impossible to detect until the magic bursts fourth in an amazing display. This usually happens on first contact with magic. Your first contact with magic was yesterday, you made contact with the magic of the most dangerous wizard known. Well actually, not really, it's more complicated than that, but we will explain later. Anyway -This made it extremely spectacular, it near killed you. Also, to make things even more complicated you are a most peculiar...err...breed of witch." He paused and rummaged around in a bag that was on the edge of her bed. He produced a piece of paper, it read:

'Aaron Mortimer was born of Tom Riddle and a Veela called Gina Valance

Syrah Laveau was born of Marrie Laveau and trickster wizard Bartholomew Wicksacher

Xangth Mortimer was born of these two

Tatkum Alariyahd was born of the immortal Immotep and the last living direct decendent of Cleopatra.

Lillianth was born of Lillith and an unknown sire, presumed dead

Elena Alariyahd was born of these two

Elizabeth Mortimer was born of Xangth Mortimer and Elena Alariyahd'

"Wha...?!" Lilly opened and closed her mouth wordlessly "You're Crazy! Get away from me! Somebody help! There are patients escaped from the loony- bin at the end of my bed!"
"SSH!!...We're telling the truth!" said he who was apparently known as Lupin
"Oh right sure...I believe you. Hell yeah!" She said "Somebody Help!!"
"Sshh! Okay, okay! You want to see some magic?" A man that Lilly had not noticed before now growled, his face was covered in scars, a large chunk was missing from his nose and his mouth was stretched in to a gap in his face. He produced a polished rod of wood, presumably his 'wand', he pointed it into the air and said "Accio!" the piece of paper flew out of Lilly's hands and in to his own.
"Iron and Magnetism," she said folding her arms
"All right, Incendo!" The paper became wreathed in green and purple flames but did not burn, the smoke smelt of honey and peaches. Lilly sat with her mouth hanging open.
"Meh?!" She yelped
"Do you want to see something a little more impressive?" Lupin asked. Lilly slowly nodded. "Levadium Terranto!" All of a sudden the wires and tubes came away from her body and in a swirl of colour she was once again wearing her own clothes. They had been completely repaired and smelt clean. "Will you please come with us now, you are in grave danger if you stay here any longer..." he trailed off, retrieving her bag from her bedside cupboard.
"Uh...how am I supposed to walk if I can't even sit up?" she said
"Relievé!" he said pointing his wand at her. Suddenly, the pain stopped and she was able to get out of bed and take her bag. A thin, ginger-haired man produced a piece of string that was tied into a ring and told everyone to hold on to it. Lilly placed a finger round it, the other's did the same. Then Lilly felt like something was pulling her up and away, her fingers were stuck to the piece of string and they were all moving very fast. After a confusion of shapes and colours they landed with a jolt that made the poor girl fall in a heap. The others were still standing; she struggled to her feet, swaying slightly. She could feel the effects of the spell wearing off, a dull pain was returning to her body. She found herself on the pavement of a run down street. The foreboding houses loomed threateningly.
"Are you sure it's safe to take her inside Lupin? You never know what she may give away if she turns."
"Moody, we've discussed this, she doesn't even know who Voldemort is. Remember, we're going to put a mental block on her. That way she will never be able to tell anyone about the Order, now can we go inside before we attract any attention?"
The mutilated man grumbled and produced a piece of parchment, which was handed to Lilly. "Memorise it, then hand it back immediately." He barked. She looked at the small rectangle of paper, all it said was 'The headquarters of the order of the phoenix may be found at number 12 Grimmauld place, London'. She handed it back to the man, who burnt it to ashes with his wand. Lilly looked up at the houses in front of her, she saw number 11 then the one next to it was number 13, there was no number 12. Then, as if by magic - actually, it probably was magic – the houses were being pushed apart by a door that appeared in between, followed by dark, dank walls, and some windows. Lilly gaped, a house stood there, as if it always had been there. The others, unperturbed strode up to the door; Lupin had taken her by the arm. He rapped once on the door (which had no letter box, no door knob and no keyhole) with his wand. There was a series of metallic clicks and grindings then the door swung open. Lilly entered the eerie house; it was old and smelled slightly mouldy. All of a sudden the excruciating pain returned to her body, even the anaesthetic given to her by the doctor had worn of. She slumped on to her knees, her whole world was spinning, the pain reverberated through her body. She couldn't see, her eyes had rolled up into her head, but she was perfectly conscious, and the pain shook her even more. She let out an ear splitting shriek of agony before keeling over side ways and passing out. She awoke again in a large, ancient kitchen; she was lying on a big, wooden table. Someone had propped her head up with something soft and cushy. A slightly plump woman with dark, curly hair bustled over. She handed Lilly a cup of steaming purple liquid and a spoon full of green crystals.
"Take the crystals first, then swallow it all down with the drink." She said. In hope that it would ease the pain, and since she was past caring, Lilly did as she was told. After a few minutes the pain was lifted, she gained full use of all her muscles, her head cleared and a small star shaped laceration on her shoulder healed over. Unfortunately it scarred but she ignored that fact. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the table. She jumped down and looked around, more people had appeared since when she was last awake, they were staring at her warily.
"Umh, could someone tell me where the bathroom is?"
"Oh yes! Of course, emh I'll expect you need a towel, I will get you a shower, just hang on for one second dear!" The woman who had given her the potion got a fluffy white towel out of a cupboard then lead Lilly up some stairs out of the kitchen and through a door to the hall in which she had collapsed before. Then they went on up some stairs, the walls were lined with what looked like shrunken heads, Lilly drew back. However, as the woman seemed untroubled she carried on following her, watching the steps so she didn't have to look at the grotesque faces. On the first landing they turned off down a hall, soon they came to a door. The woman stopped
"Here we are, this is the bathroom, you will be sleeping in that room," She pointed down the hall. "Your things are in there. My name is Molly by the way."
"Err...Molly, when is everything going to be explained?" said Lilly, before she entered the bathroom.
"Oh, well, it's best that waits until the morning, just get to sleep. You will be sharing a room with Hermione and Ginny. Try not to wake them up when you go in. Tomorrow we will be going to Diagon Alley to get some things for you." Molly bustled off without another word.
Lilly spent a long time in the shower; she stood under the shower in dazed confusion for a long while. She decided that it was all just a strange dream and when she went to sleep she would wake up, back in the hospital bed. But then she could not deny what had happened before she had woken up in hospital. That was surely magic, all that green light and who was that strange boy and why did he want to kill her? She eventually got out the shower and dried herself. Once she was in this new, strange bedroom she changed into her bedclothes and sleepily curled up in her bed covers. She fell asleep instantly but was once again over come with the sporadic dreams of green light and that terrible heart wrenching screaming. She woke again, sweating, her body searing with pain when dawn was only just breaking. She lay back and waited for the pain to subside before realising exactly where she was, ok, she thought, maybe it isn't just a dream. She quietly slid out of bed and got dressed then snuck down stairs. She was just tiptoeing down the stairs when a tiny and incredibly ugly, half naked man jumped out from behind the corner.
"What is you doing? You is sneaking around my mistresses house? You thieving little impurity! What would mistress says if she is knowing what scum hath corrupted the house of Black?" it muttered narrowing it's eyes "Who is you? What is you wanting?" it growled in its icy high-pitched voice.
Lilly, having stayed silent through out this small speech screamed loudly and ran back up stairs. She stumbled at the top and fell to the feet of a black haired boy, about her age, with green eyes and a slightly pinched look about him. She looked up at him from beneath her hair. She blinked her big eyes and breathed heavily. She then got up in a flurry, insistent on maintaining at least some of her dignity. However, when she had regained her stance she could feel her face getting hot with embarrassment. She looked at the ground, but only to meet the eyes of that weird creature which was standing by her, muttering and babbling under its breath. She yelped and leapt behind the boy for protection.
"What the hell is that?!" she whispered, pointing at the thing, just as she heard several pairs of feet come charging down stairs.
"That, is a house elf," the boy said looking at her confusedly "Who are you?"
"Lilly," she mumbled, going red again, she wasn't used to boys and found it hard to talk to them.
"Why are you here?" he asked
"I don't actually know, I was bought here by some random people, and I have no idea what is going on,"
"Lilly! Are you ok? Why were you screaming? Why are you out of bed?" said a flustered Molly.
"I couldn't sleep, I was just going to have a quick look around then that thing," she said pointing at the 'house-elf', "Ambushed me."
A girl, also about Lilly's age, with untamed bushy hair, opened her mouth as if to protest but then thought better of it and closed it again. Lilly recognised her as one of the other girls that had been in the same bedroom as her
"Oh, don't worry about Kreacher, he won't harm you." Said a wild and slightly ill looking man kicking the elf out of the way. "You're lucky you didn't wake up Mrs Black." Suddenly, Lilly recognised him, her eyes widened and her eyebrows rose into her hairline. Then once again she started screaming, she pegged it down stairs and searched for a way of escape, then all of a sudden her screams were accompanied by another's "FILTHY MUD-BLOODS! IMPURE! IMPURE! HOW DARE SUCH CRETINS FILTHY MY HOUSE!"
Lilly fell silent, and looked in the direction of a curtain, which was now swept back to reveal a painting of an old and evil looking woman who was cursing at the top of her lungs. Lilly's mouth dropped open and she tripped over an umbrella stand, which stood behind her. She stared at the picture for a moment then started screaming again. There was a flurry of movement as people wrenched the hangings shut over the picture and a man's strong hands took hold of her.
"Lilly! Be quiet," a voice shouted
She immediately fell silent, she was led quickly back into the kitchen where she had woken up after passing out the night before. Several people followed, she estimated that there were about 15 of them. She was taken to a chair and told to sit down which she did. She looked dazedly at the strangers; her eyes kept falling on one person again and again. He was in his 20s and had long vivid red hair, tide back in a ponytail. He was very handsome and had an amazing taste in clothes; he wore baggy jeans, boots, a ripped T-shirt and what looked like a fang dangling from his left ear. But her eyes were torn away from him when another figure entered the room. He was tall and ancient looking, he had a long silvery beard to match the feet of hair that sprouted from his head. His wizened eyes twinkled slightly as he cast them around the room.