What do you do when the hunter becomes the hunted? I'll tell you what, you run.

Lily Evans was the hunted. For 15 years she was hunted. That is until someone found out her secret. Found out that she couldn't bare to go home and see her Father or her Sister. Found out how guilty she felt about the whole thing. All of it. Every last bit of it. Found out how guilty she felt for running. Running far far away. Leaving her sister to deal with Him. Him and all of his drunken fits. Him and all of his drunken beatings. Well not every hunter likes who they become.

Chapter 1

"Get the fuck off of her! I mean it you sick basterd!" The Evan's house was bursting with noise.

The shouts of the two young women living there, the shouts of the drunken Father, the music blaring from the room of the youngest daughter Lily, the telvision blaring in the living room downstairs.

"Get the hell in your room you bitch!"

"No! Get the fuck off of her!"

"Lily, just go,"

"No! Petty I'm not leaving you for dead by this bastard's hands."

"Lily,"

"Shut up you nasty bitches!"

"FUCK YOU!" Both said in unison.

"Don't you fucking talk to me that way!" Steven Evans crossed the living room in six easy strides only slightly effected by the night's drinks. Lily and Petunia both pulled together and stood side by side. They knew this all too well. They knew their best chance was with each other.

With one punch Petunia was down and Lily dropped to her side. With a kick Lily was wheazing on the floor. She stood up and punched her Father in the face. Square on the nose.

"You fucking bitch!"

"Fuck you!"

Lily bent down and pulled Petunia up.

"Come on babe, we need to get that fixed,"

"Lily,"

"Come on,"

"Lily, watch out."

Lily turned around and met with a hand. Her face stung with the slap and she could feel blood trickling down from His wedding ring.

"Like I said, FUCK YOU,"

She pulled her sister to her feet and up the stairs as fast as she could. This was nothing compared to His usual. If Lily knew him at all then he would be back at it in no time. She had to get her sister out of there. She could only thank God that her house was registered as a wizarding home. She got Petunia in the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting Petunia down she pulled out her wand.

"Sit up babe, I need to see that,"

"Fuck it hurts,"

"I know come here," Pulling her sister toward her she healed the wound and reached for a wash cloth. Wiping off the blood she noticed just how much of it there was. "Fuck Petty. He got you good this time."

"I know it," Swearing lightly Petunia took the wet rag and continued wiping at her face. Lily turned and looked in the mirrior. She had a hand print on her face and a deep cut the was gushing out blood. She put her wand to her face and healed it. Taking the rag from her sister she wiped her own face.

"Come on, I think I have another bottle of that potion,"

Petunia nodded and they silently opened the door and walked to Lily's room. She unlocked the door with her wand and walked in. Pulling her sister after her. She crossed the room and opened the trunk at the foot of her bed. Sitting in the bottom under the clothes was a single bottle. Lily took a swig and handed it to Petunia who downed the rest.

"Shit I only have a week to make you enough of that shit to last to Christmas,"

"Don't worry about it. However much you get done is how much you get done,"

"I know, I'm gonna get started tonight though. If I can. Imight be short on some things. I might need to go shopping tomorrow to manage. Don't worry Petty. Only another year for you. You are almost out of here,"

"I know, you too. Your comming with me when I'm out,"

"Thanks babe,"

"No problem, night Lily,"

"Night Petty. Come on let me lock your door,"

Lily and Petunia walked across the landing and heard the faint snores of Him down stairs. Petunia walked into her room and hugged her sister. Closing the door softly. Lily muttered a spell and the door glowed blue for a moment before it was locked.

Turning she walked as quitely as she could back to her own room and did the same. She dug around in her trunk for a second before comming up with large wodden box. She opened it and pulled out ten or so different bottles. Turning on her cauldron's burner she pulled her scales across the desk and began weighing out different amounts of the ingrediants in the bottles. When she had the right measurements out she turned and switched the station on her radio. Singing along with the song she started in on the potion.

"My girls in the next room. Sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on."

She stirred in a few different directions before the potion turned bright blue. She stepped back and walked over to her bedside table. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes and lit one. Taking a long drag she sank onto the bed. She had to let that go for six minutes. So she kept singing.

"Its really good to hear your voice saying my name it sounds so sweet. Comming from the lips of an angel saying those words it makes me weep. Let her die. Never wanna say goodbye. But girl you make it hard to be faithful. With the lips of an angel."

Ashing her cigarette she took another drag. A minute later the song changed and one of her favorites came on. Singing gently she finished her cigarette and went to check the potion. It was a dark forest green. Perfect. She pulled the last ingrediant foward and check her measurements again. Excelent. She dropped it in and stirred twice clockwise and once counter before she pulled the spoon striaght down and the across.

God she loved magic. She pulled out all of her empty bottles and cleaned them really quickly with her wand. Filling each of them up she sealed them all. This wouldn't last two weeks in this house. Fuck.

"I guess I will have to go shopping," She said to her room.

Finishing her cigarette she pulled her diary toward her and stared in on the days events.