Quiet sobs were coming from a girl with long, dark brown, wavy hair, and mysterious gleaming dark blue eyes. She was looking out at the darkening Irish sky through the only window in the stuffy room. She would not leave her mother's bedside. Lily looked nothing like her mother, who was very much a freckled red head, but she sure did take after her beauty!
She jumped at the sound of her mother's feeble voice. "Lily, oh my beautiful darling Lily."
"Mama!" Lily grabbed her mother's hand; rivers of tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"I have to tell you something sweetheart," she whispered smiling, her bright blue eyes shinning with tears.
"Oh mama! Don't cry, please don't cry!"
Her mother simply smiled and continued, "I have to tell you something before-before.. I go…(Lily shook her head trying hard not to let anymore sobs escape her) I named you after a dear friend of mine," her mother pressed on. "Her name is Lily Evans, we were best friends…we went to a school in England called Hogwarts. Yourbaby your father went to this school too, his name-his name is Sirius Black."
"Lily—Lily Summer Henson," a cold, deep voice cried out.
Lily jumped at the voice and stood up to make her way to the man waiting for her. She was in a warm, dark, sooty train station. A man to her left eyed her as she passed, she wished she wasn't carrying 4 bags of luggage; she felt so vulnerable. Her whole journey to London had been very unnerving; she had never been on a train before. (Her mother had never taken her out of their small wizarding village) She had seen homeless muggles asleep on benches outside the station, and men stared and grinned wickedly at her while she was on the train. The whole time she had wanted to cry. She just wanted to break down because she didn't have a clue of who she was anymore. She had lost her best friend (her mother) hardly a week ago. Nothing made since. She had allowed her mother's words to replay inside her head as she stared out the train window at her beautiful Ireland she was leaving behind.
"You're brave like your father, be strong my Lily, no tears; not one complaint, be strong!"
As she walked toward this stern, cold looking man she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger toward her mother. "How could she have left me, she knew this is what would end up happening! I don't want to be strong, I don't want to be like my stupid father, I want to run away…" And for one rebellious second she seriously considered running. She remembered her mom's smile right before she…
"Lily, you are everything I ever wanted, your heart is so kind, you're so funny, your beautiful, brave, and so very smart. You made my life perfect, I loved watching you." Her mothers soft Irish accent filled Lily's heart with pain, her mother's smile made her dizzy.
"Oh mama! Please don't leave me! Mama, no!" her mother took 3 shuddering breaths.
"Baby, I'll always be with you, always, I will never leave you!" she took one slow shuttering breath and Lily saw, to her horror, peace in her mother's eyes, she knew this was it.
"I love you Mama, forever!" She kissed her cheek and took her hand.
Her mother smiled and closed her eyes, "You're like sunshine." Then, she was gone, and so was Lily's life as she knew it.
Lily felt her heart swell and knew at that very second her Mom really was with her. She held her head up high and finally made it to the man who had called out her name.
Now that she was close to him she could see that he looked to be about forty or so. He was wearing simple black robes. She found herself wondering why he wasn't wearing muggle clothes in a place like this. She suspected pride. He was very tall, had graying light brown hair, and dull looking brownish green eyes. He looked angry, and by the lines of age on his face she could tell he rarely smiled.
"Hello, sir, I suppose you are my mother's cousin?" she asked respectfully, while showing no signs of the nervousness that was causing her heart to beat feverishly.
The man observed her for a while, Lily did not narrow her eyes, her mother's voice telling her to be strong was singing loud in her head. At last he said coldly, "Obviously, I am."
They glared at each other. It was a while before he spoke again, "You look and act exactly like your father."
"How would you know?" She asked in a not-so-respectful voice, she was angry by his assumptions, he didn't know her, and how could she possibly be like anyone she had never met before! She already disliked this ignorant man.
"You will refer to me as sir or Mr. Henson!" He continued in a sharp, commanding voice, "I knew your father, trust me he is not a very… well liked man," Mr. Henson smirked.
"You knew my father…sir? She asked in a level voice that didn't give away her dying curiosity.
"Everyone knows your father girl, the stupid, despicable man got himself locked up in Azkaban for 12 years, somehow managed to break out, being the first to do so. Congratulations, your father was probably the most hated wizard in England," he smirked knowingly at her.
She was dying to ask a million questions, but strongly felt that this man's amazing hospitality she would deal with first. "Well then, he can't have been too stupid if he was the first to break out of Azkaban which I suppose is this country's wizarding prison."
She hated her father and felt stupid for defending him. The bastard had left her and her mother! At least she thought he had…well he probably had! Still a part of her was very interested to learn more about the father she had never known. Was he even alive?
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt herself being slammed up against the stone wall of the old station; Mr. Henson's face was up in hers.
"Learn your place girl! You are mine now, your useless mother is dead! Realize it!" He whispered harshly in her ear.
Anger surged through Lily like never before. She had not shown any sign of fear at the man's sudden violence; this seemed to be infuriating him even more. "What did you call my Mom?" She asked in the nastiest voice she could muster.
"You don't want to know what I think about your cowardly mother. I don't want you to ask anymore questions is that understood, just shut up, and don't you dare speak until spoken to, do you understand me girl," he shook her shoulders causing her head to slam back into the stone. Her eyes clouded momentarily from the impact.
Still refusing to show fear or hurt she grinded her teeth and thought hard about what juicy question to ask him based on what he had told her. "What did you mean by 'your father WAS probably the most hated wizard in England'? Isn't he still hated?" She asked this with total confidence.
He slapped her hard across the face, "Your father is dead girl, follow me."
Lily fought hard to hold back angry tears of pain, as she followed him out of the station. "Mama, take my hand," she whispered.
Twenty or so miles away, Harry Potter paced around his bedroom. The memory of Sirius would not leave him alone. He was so...angry.