Author Notes:
Yes, yet another Lily and James fic – this time I can definitely tell you that there is a twist. The information about Harry's parents that were found within the books may not really go w/what I've written, but this is just a work of fanfiction that my odd mind had cooked up.
Since I'm not writing a novel, there will be little notes on top of every part to let you all get up to date. Thanks and go on and read!
Usual disclaimers apply.
A Magic Unborn- Part 1
By Iris Marie
Every
hundred decades one witch would emerge, her powers unequal to the rest. And
with her would come forth her protector, her savior, the one who could teach
her the beauty and ugliness of the magic she bears. Now here's a tale of such a
witch – a witch who now has to learn to control it, before it has the chance to
control her…
"She has it… I know she does!"
The little girl peered from the door that was ajar to her parents who were whispering like crazy in the kitchen. Her sister, Petunia, was asleep, but Lily couldn't sleep… not yet. Her father was shaking his head, his fist pounding the table.
"You're not certain… you might be wrong!"
"Wrong? She levitated a whole store of toys!" Her mother yelled, grabbing something within her robes and bringing it out. From where Lily could see, it seemed like a stick with feathers on it. Her father was staring at it, his hand motioning for her mother to put it away.
"Don't bring that out-"
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you putting ideas in their heads!"
"They are witches! And Lily has-"
"Lily doesn't have anything!" Her father was now standing up, his face red and his voice with an unmistakable undertone to it. "Love… please, just stop this. You left that world…"
"I never left it," her mother responded, her wand held tightly in her hand. "It'll always be part of me. My family is known for having the most powerful witches ever born. And once in every 100 decades one of them has the gift."
"The gift!"
Her father shook his head, making a swipe for her mother's wand. He now held it
in his hands. "This is all rubbish! Lily doesn't have the gift, nor does
Petunia."
"Lily was glowing silver…"
"It was a
bad lighting… it could have been-"
"Damn it! Listen to me! Lily
has to go to where I went-"
"Lily doesn't have to go anywhere - especially not to a place where you went," her father then began to rub his temples. "Imagine her doing what you did - attend that freak's school to learn about all that rubbish!"
Her mother stayed silent, her wand once more in her hand. "Freak? Rubbish?" Her mother paused, her fists held to her sides. "I did give up the majority of my life for you," her mother said, pointing the wand to her father's face. "But you will not stop me from training Lily. You can't possibly understand the potential she has! What she can do! What might happen to her, and others, if she doesn't learn how to control it!"
"IT!?! WHAT IS IT!?!?"
"Wild magic," her mother said softly, so softly that Lily almost didn't hear. Her father had now hit his palm against his forehead.
"Oh, yes, wild magic! How can I ever-"
"Honey…"
"-forget! Yes, I'm just a Muggle. I can't understand the magic…"
"I am bringing Lily to get some training."
"She's only 8 years old!"
"She's advanced already. Dumbledore will know…"
"Damn it, if you bring my daughter to that lunatic…!"
"What will you do?" Her mother asked, her eyes defiant.
Her father paused but then growled while standing up. "I'm going out."
"You shouldn't… I might not be here when you come back." Once more her father gave that growl and then grabbed his keys and jacket.
"Fine! Go back to that life of hocus pocus and all that stuff! See if I care!"
"Lily is
coming, too," her mother whispered softly.
"Oh, yes, the wild magic…" Her
father wriggled his fingers in front of him, snarling. "Yes, bring the wild
magic."
"And Petunia-"
"You will not touch Petunia," her father said, pausing in front of the open doorway. "One daughter less tainted by the likes of you and your friends. Now leave with your wild magic and go back to those freaks you used to live with." And then the door slammed shut. Lily watched as her mother sat upon the chair, her hands to her face, her shoulders shaking slightly and then trembling.
Lily felt horrible… she didn't mean to do anything. All she wanted was that doll… that was all she wanted from the toy store. In a few more minutes the door to her room opened and her mother stood in front of her, her face dry showing no signs of the tears that had fallen.
"C'mon Lily, dear," her mum said,
wrapping her jacket over her nightdress. Lily was about to go wake up Petunia,
but her mum grabbed her hand to stop her. "No, just you, Lily."
"But
I want Petunia to come!'
"Maybe later," her mum replied. They then walked to the living room and her mum took out something that looked like powder. Next thing she knew before she was spiraling down some tunnel with all different fireplaces was her mother's voice saying, "The Leaking Cauldron."
"Target… there… blast it, now!" Lily screamed as the fierce roaring of her magic consumed her and began to spread. "Control it!" she heard through the roaring. "Focus it! See the target! Attack it! Channel it!" Lily felt it, the energy of the magic gathering to her pointed finger. "Channel it… gather it… release it… NOW!"
Her arm tingled fiercely, the muscles straining against everything she was doing. She groaned in pain, but thought of the object. She tried to channel it, the roaring of the magic so loud that she stopped in her process to cover her ears. Almost immediately the energy that had once been crawling it's way to her hand spread back and she groaned in both pain and relief as the magic began to flood out of her. When she looked up, Dumbledore had his wand raised, a blue-like dome covering him and her mum. The ground beneath her and around the dome was scorched into ashes.
"I'm sorry…" she muttered seeing the damage. She looked towards the supposedly 'target', a box of candy and saw that it was burnt black. At least she got it…
"She has it, doesn't she?" Her mum asked Dumbledore, looking at her daughter who was still glowing silver.
Dumbledore was breathing hard, the protection from the blast that had just burnt the majority of the area amazing him completely. "Yes… yes she does."
"So, what are you going to do?"
He paused, looking as tired and wearied as ever. "You do know that this destroyed your ancestor," Dumbledore muttered, staring straight into her eyes. "The magic could also destroy your daughter."
"That's why I'm asking you, Dumbledore."
He gave a sigh while staring towards the still silver-glowing girl. "I can train her as a normal witch, that's all I can offer her. She can enroll in Hogwarts this year."
"She's eight."
"Yes, but the magic she has already is almost equivalent to mine," Dumbledore muttered, shaking his head. "And who knows how it'll be by the time she graduates."
Her mum now
looked towards her hands, her eyes becoming teary. "Do you think she can handle
it?"
"She's too young to be sure,"
Dumbledore muttered. "What about your other daughter? Any signs?"
"No… nothing. My husband…"
"We'll give you the potion to get him to forget the argument," Dumbledore said reassuringly. "Watch for signs for your other daughter."
"Thanks Professor," she said sincerely. "I…"
"Hush now,
dear," Dumbledore said, his hand on her shoulder, his eyes caring. "Hogwarts
can take care of Lily. You know where and when to bring Lily to the train."
"Yes."
"All right
then. Lily?" The girl looked up, her face looking tired. Dumbledore dug into
the rolls of his robes. Taking out a box, he popped a yellow candy in his hand.
"Care for a Lemon Drop?"
"They're letting an 8 year old in?" Sirius asked his friends, staring around and seeing the nods. "That's so completely unfair! And it's a girl?"
"Hey, what's wrong with girls?" Arabella Figg asked, throwing an Every Flavor Bean at Sirius. Sirius snorted, looking at her.
"Everything."
"That's
because you're immature!"
"Can we not argue?"
Mundungus Fletcher asked, staring at James, Remus and Peter for support. "Now,
so what if there's a girl two years younger then us. If Dumbledore's let her
in, she must be really powerful."
"I heard she was a small
little thing," Peter said. Sirius looked at him and threw him a Cockroach
Cluster. Peter easily caught it in his mouth in midair. They began laughing.
"Red hair and green eyes and all that. But really, really small."
"Smaller then James?" Remus asked, ruffling his friend's untidy hair.
James growled, taking the joke lightly and elbowing his friend back. "Hey, my size is what's going to make me an excellent Quidditch player."
"Yeah, one who stays out of the game," Sirius snorted. He got hit right on the nose with an Every Flavor Bean. Arabella laughed, the whole lot of them cracking up when an argument outside caught their attention.
"I'm really sorry for-"
"Sorry!?! Do you know how expensive these robes are?"
"Isn't that Lucius?" Mundungus asked, looking up from his position and staring at the door. "What's that prat complaining about now?"
Arabella shrugged, walking to the door and peering through. Sure enough, it was Lucius, his robe covered in some juice. There was a small girl in front of him, her eyes wide. "I can get some napkins and-"
"Napkins!?! Are you mad, Mudblood?" Lucius stared at his clothing and shook his head.
"Hey! Watch your mouth!" Arabella slammed the compartment door open, watching as Lucius sent her his cold stare.
"Or what? Is Ms. Figg going to throw a fit?"
"You just
better-!"
"Oh, shut up."
"Don't you tell her to shut up!" Mundungus yelled, coming out with his wand held up. "You should learn some manners!"
"Manners? I'm a Malfoy."
"Yeah, a descendent from the creeps!" Arabella yelled, her wand held out as well.
"You want to fight, Squib?" Lucius asked.
"Oh you
little-!"
"Just you wait-!"
James watched the girl
carefully, her eyes wide and teary at the fight that was breaking out. She had
her fists to her side and her head now bowed down low. "No, please… don't
fight… I really didn't mean to…" she whispered, but the trio was already
yelling insults back and forth. "Please stop fighting… I-I don't like when
people fight…" Once more she was ignored.
James watched anxiously as her eyes closed and moisture was beginning to build. "Hey, Arabella… Mundungus… Lucius!" James yelled loud enough to exceed the racket that they were making. They paused, temporarily shocked that someone dared to interrupt them. The girl looked towards James, her eyes still rather teary. James gave her a comforting smile and she gave him a gracious one in return. "Stop arguing, I have a headache," he muttered, emphasizing this by rubbing his temples.
"Oh shut up Potter!" Lucius said, glancing down back towards his robes. "Now, someone is going to have to pay for this!"
"Ah, stop being a jerk," Sirius said, stepping forward. "If you were one of the oh so powerful Malfoys, then you should know the charm to clean up that mess!" Sirius now leaned back, his hand stroking his chin mockingly. "Unless you can't live up to the Malfoy standards."
"Oh please," Lucius said, his face getting awfully red. He stared at the stain on his robes and then yawned. "It'll just tire me. I'll make one of the house elves do it." He then turned around and walked away to look for Severus Snape.
"He didn't know," Peter said, rolling his eyes.
"Don't mind Lucius," Arabella said, her attention drawn to the girl. "He's been a prat since we've known him."
"Which was only half an hour," Mundungus said.
"Or twenty minutes…" Remus said, grinning.
"Nah, more like a second and then we knew," Sirius said, coming to Lily and patting her back. "He just thinks he's all high and mighty since his family has a lot of cash," he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. "And he despises Potter there," he pointed to James, "yeah, that shrimpy one-"
"Sirius!" James snapped.
"With that mess of a hair. Well, Lucius just hates James because his father and Lucius's father had been mortal enemies for who knows how long!"
"And all for the money," Mundungus said.
Lily was going to ask more, but it seemed as if the topic was dropped. "Arabella Figg," a girl with very curly black hair said, her hand jutting out for a handshake. Lily smiled nervously.
"Lily Evans."
"You're the one that's being let in early, right?" Peter asked. He surveyed her and nodded before she responded. "Yeah, you must be her."
"Well, yeah…"
"Mundungus Fletcher!" the boy then said, the one who had been defending Arabella. "And that's James, Sirius…"
Lily stood apart from the other first years, Dumbledore saying that she would be last. Arabella, Mundungus, Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus had given her confused looks when Dumbledore had personally said that, but it was passed off as their own nerves were wrecked about which house they'd be in.
"Black, Sirius!"
Lily watched as he was among the first to get sorted. He happily placed on the hat and in a few moments the mouth screamed out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Figg, Arabella!" This time the hat screamed out "RAVENCLAW!"
"Fletcher, Mundungus!" The hat had stayed on his head for a full minute till it screamed out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" Lily watched as Mundungus happily joined the screaming people.
"Lupin, Remus!" Remus had barely had the hat on his head when it screamed out, "GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius was screaming the loudest from the tables as he patted Remus's back.
"Pettigrew, Peter!" Now, he was the longest under the hat. But, eventually, he screamed out rather uncertainly, "GRYFFINDOR?"
"Potter, James!" The hat now called out. He looked towards his friends and then grinned at Lily. She smiled as he walked towards the hat. He stood in front of it for a moment before he bent down to grab its edges. No sooner had he touched it than it screamed out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Remus, Sirius, and Peter were yelling and clapping. The other students now went, some like a Severus, Snape and Malfoy, Lucius being placed in Slytherin. Finally, even the Z's were done and all that was left was Lily. Dumbledore now motioned her forward. She felt every eye on her and then, her heart beating fast, she placed the hat over her head. It was huge, the Sorting hat's brim brushing her lips.
"Hello Lily Evans," a chirpy voice said. "No need to talk aloud now… I can hear your thoughts… Now, which house?…" The hat trailed off. "Oh, wow… look at all that magic… wow… so, so much… Slytherin would do you good, help you prosper in it."
Slytherin? She thought, picturing Lucius Malfoy and all the other people there.
"Yes, unfortunately, most of them will be powerful, but corrupted. No, I can't place you there… I did that with your ancestor… turned out very, very bad…" Lily was about to ask what then, but then the hat continued to ramble. "Oh my… I'm so unsure… Hufflepuff? So loyal in your heart, you are. Ravenclaw? I see the brains in you… oh yes, yes I do… Gryffindor?…"
Lily thought of that boy, James, that comforting smile he had given her on the train. The hat seemed to have seen it as well. "Potter… oh yes, oh yes… quite a boy… made for Gryffindor, he was…" the hat trailed off and then gave an approved sigh. "That's where you belong… I see it now… yes, yes I do…" Lily was going to ask what it had just seen, but the hat already screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Flushing at all the cheering that came from the Gryffindor table, she ran to where James, Sirius, Peter and Remus were saving her a seat.
When she sat down, James nudged his chair closer to hers. "I think I understand why Dumbledore let you in early," he said, looking straight at her.
She furrowed her brows. "Really? Why?"
"The same reason why he asked me to attend Hogwarts two years ago," he muttered, bringing forth his hand. Lines of golden light were circling around in his palm with its body twisting in all odd shapes. Lily stared at him, her eyes wide in disbelief. He grinned. "You're not the only one," James muttered, winking.
To be continued…
This fic will take time, so please be patient! And, yes I know, the stuff in here might not be able to fit with the information we got from the books. Anyways, like what you've read so far? Then review, please!