Disclaimer for this whole fic: I do not own this wonderful series.
Warnings: Slightly AU.
The Evans family sat down for dinner in their secluded dining room. . The Evans clan included Chris, Lana and their daughter Lily. Petunia, their other daughter, was on her honeymoon.
Lily was a sixteen year old with dark red hair that was often, as it was now, pulled back in a high ponytail. She had glittering emerald eyes that made her stand out in any crowd. The girl was tall for her age, but never slouched because of it. She was proud and confident; an independent girl of there ever was one.
Her father and mother were so pleased to have her back for the summer. The school she went to made it unnaturally hard for parents to visit. Then again, there was nothing normal at all about Hogwarts School for and Wizardry.
Lily Evans was a witch. She knew about things that her parents had never dreamed of. Lily owned a wand and a cauldron. She had gazed at the stars and tried to interpret their meaning. She had cast magic spells.
Though they didn't understand everything, Lily's parents were immensely proud of her. She was tough, brave, beautiful and at the top of all her classes.
Lily's mother was a short woman with black hair and a kind face. Chris was very tall with red hair that was rapidly losing thickness and was always laughing about something. Both had dark blue eyes, which made it a mystery on how Lily had inherited such vibrant emerald ones.
Lana Evans set a large glass bowl full of dry salad in the middle of the round table. "Eat up!" she said cheerfully.
Lily, using the silver tongs her mother had laid out, began grabbing lettuce and transferring it to her plate. "Thanks mum," she said with a genuine smile. Her mother handed her a bottle of dressing. It was obviously new due to the fact that the cheap price tag was still stuck precariously to the bottom.
Lily poured the balsamic vinaigrette over her salad while her parents made theirs. When she was done, there was more dressing than lettuce. Her father laughed when he saw her plate and commented that an evil dressing tsunami had engulfed Lettuce Island.
Lily laughed and began eating carefully as she didn't want the abundant vinaigrette to get on her new jeans. Lily's parents proceeded to eat their own salads dry. Once the bowl in the center of the table was empty and each Evans was full, her father propped his sock-clad feet up of the round table.
Her mother glared at him and kept her own feet firmly on the ground. Her father laughed. "C'mon Ls! You can do it," he cheered them.
Lily laughed and set her own smaller feet on the table. Her mother shook her head and rolled her dark blue eyes in mock annoyance.
Lily sighed deeply. "I love you both so much." She blinked and yawned hugely.
Her father smirked and said, "Getting tired are we?"
Lily gave a snort and informed him, "Of course not. I still haven't told you about my year at school."
It was their yearly ritual. The first night that Lily was home from Hogwarts was spent discussing her year and the things she learned… at least the things that hadn't been discussed in letters.
Lily's father gave the starting question. "How was school?" A smile played on his thin lips.
Lily opened her mouth to answer when suddenly a crash came at the back door.
"What the-?" began Lily's father before three men in black cloaks slipped into the dining room. Eerie masks covered each face. Lily recognized them from the newspapers as Death Eaters. They were the supporters of that serial killer, Voldemort.
Her parents obviously recognized them too for they rose and her father said, "Get out of my house!"
The Death Eater in front laughed and pulled out a thin wand. "Avada Kendavra," he said quietly. Lily watched in horror as a flash of green light flooded the room and her father fell to the floor, dead.
They turned on Lily and her mother. Lily whipped out her own wand and pointed it at the Death Eater who had killed her father. She couldn't think of a spell cruel enough for him. The man obviously did not have that problem. "Avada Kendavra!" he said. Lily's mother jumped in front of her and was struck by the Killing Curse.
"Mum!" she said weakly. The Death Eaters laughed mockingly and moved forward.
"A witch, eh? We'll have fun with you, mudblood," said one with a female voice. She stepped ahead of her fellows and aimed her dark wand at Lily. "Crucio," she hissed.
Lily felt as though thousands of white-hot needles had entered her every cell. She bit her lip so as not to give them the pleasure of her screams. The curse was lifted and she tasted a sharp metallic taste in her mouth; the taste of blood.
"One more time," said the Death Eater and aimed her wand again. Lily jumped behind the table so she had a least one barrier. "Crucio!" Lily observed blankly as the curse sped forward. Almost in slow motion she saw it go too low and watched as it hit the glass bowl in the middle of the table.
The fragile salad bowl shattered into millions of shards. The slivers flew everywhere at lightning fast speed. Lily's emerald eyes widened and the last things she saw were her parents' dead bodies and the tiny pieces of glass millimeters away from her eyes. She had no time to blink and unconsciousness was immediate.