Title: Hate to Say I Told You So
Author: Child of the Wolves
Summery: Takes place when Lily is seven, she lives in London with her mother, and her father lives in New York. One night, Lily's mom leaves and doesn't come back and Lily is sent away from her home to live with her father. Seven years later, about a quarter through her fourth year at Polion, her wizarding school, her father dies of cancer and she is sent straight to Hogwarts to finish off the quarter. Once the quarter is finished Lily goes back to her mother for the winter holidays, but she's met with a surprise.
Disclaimer: I don't own it... ext. ext. I hate disclaimers.
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"Lily?"
"-mpphh"
"Lils!"
"mpphfggh!"
A small boy with dusty golden brown hair and tan skin pushes the half- asleep girl next to him. Freckles dot his nose and brow, and his deep liquid hazel eyes glitter with energy. The clock had long since struck 11 but the six-and-a-half-year-old was just getting started. His tiny hands grasp onto the blanket the small girl was curled up in. In one single motion, he pulls the blanket off her and grins madly as she opens her clear emerald green eyes and glares at him. She brushes her long brownish-red hair out of her eyes and sends a playful slap towards her friend. It was their first sleep over and they had agreed to stay up-- all night. But Lily had always been a hypocrite.
"You fell asleep on me!" The small boy exclaims, his eyes dancing playfully.
"I was resting my eyes, Sirius!" Lily replies, rolling her eyes at the obvious. "What else would I have been doing?"
"uumm-hmm," Sirius smiles, and lies back down next to his friend, looking up at the ceiling. "So as I was saying, how do you think they get that hole into the bagels? I mean do you think that's a job, standing there all day and poking holes? 'Cuz if there is sign me u-" He stops as he is rudely interrupted with a snore- again. He sits up again and grabs his pillow with his strong little fingers, whacking her over the head with it repeatedly.
"JUST RESTING MY EYES!" She exclaims, grabbing the pillow from him and adding it to hers. She rolls over, her eyelids drooping once more. "Now don't bother me, my eye's are tired and they'll be mad if you wake them."
Sirius giggles madly and gets up, starting towards the door in search of a new pillow. His tiny hand grasps the bronze door handle and turns it, revealing a small cluttered room with drawn blinds and toys scattered all across the floor. It's nearly pitch black but he had been here so many times when it was light, he didn't need any. He makes his way to the hallway, opening a closet door and grabbing two blankets and a pillow, bring about 4 more of each toppling down.
Shrugging the boy picks them all up, not noticing that the light from Lily's mother's room was showing from the crack next to the gray carpet. Too distracted with lifting his load, he doesn't hear the soft caressing voices from behind the door. He hurries back to the 'playroom' he and his best friend were 'sleeping' in. Quietly closing the door, he takes four of his pillows and stacks them up around him as a fort in the corner of the largest room in the house. Taking the blankets he covers himself efficiently until only a small hole big enough for him to get in and out of is visible near the back of his fort. Grinning, he takes the remaining two blankets and one pillow.
A white form flies across the room and hits the small body on the bed straight on. Lily jumps up, looking from side to side trying to see what had hit her. Her jade, almond-shaped eyes land upon the cushy white pillow. Her eyebrows furrow as she quickly gets up, all thoughts of sleep lost, and chucks the pillow back across the room to the center of Sirius's fort, crushing it in upon itself. Sirius yelps with glee as the two start their pillow fight.
***
Half a year later, the shrill ring of the phone sounds through the perfect silence of the Black house. Thirty minutes ago the clock had sounded 6 AM.
"Hello?"
Sirius's mother receives no answer.
"Hello.?"
Sighing, she starts to take the receiver from her ear to crash it back to the rest of the phone when her sharp ears pick up a snuffling sound.
"Hello?" another snuffling sound and something that sounds like a sob. Finally a voice, broken and hoarse.
"S-Siri-us?" The high-pitched childish voice on the other end of the receiver is instantly recognized as Lily Evans.
"Lily dear, is that you?"
"Mommy's not here!"
***
By 9 that morning, Lily lies on the Black's couch with Sirius, tear stains visible on her cheeks. The two had sat there for a half hour, saying nothing. They didn't need to. Speech was below them now. Sirius cups his hand in Lily's and Lily squeezes it tightly, sniffing again. The doorknob jingles and Mr. Black walks through the door, his light clear blue eyes sorrowful, and his disobedient golden brown hair jutting out in all directions in an almost comical matter. He turns to his wife and gazes into her liquid brown eyes.
"Cigarettes and b-i-r-t-h control pills under the counter in her bathroom, and no Julie." He says, confirming his wives worst fear.
The two children continue to stare emptily up at the two adults, unknowing of what had happened. Unknowing of what had happened the night when they had shared that crazy pillow fight which had resulted in the breaking of a porcelain lamp. Just unknowing.
Both adults turn to the small girl, only barely seven years old. The girl who could no longer stay here without a guardian.
***
Lily and Sirius sit by the huge window in the cushioned chairs of the airport, staring at the rainfall down on the deporting planes. Lily blinks her large clear jade colored eyes and a single tear falls down her cheek. The first tear she had shed since the morning of her mother's disappearance. Since her mother's betrayal. Since her abandonment.
"You'll come back," Sirius pipes up in what he hopes sounds like a cheery voice. He has to be strong. If he wasn't strong Lily couldn't be strong. "You'll come back and you'll live here again with me. You'll just spend the summer there that's all." He says, smiling, holding back the crystalline tears threatening to overtake his hazel eyes. "You just wait and see, and I'll be able to tell you I told you so."
"Flight 5938 coach may now begin boarding."
People in heavy coats with big luggage bags start to board the flight. Sirius's mother pecks her husband on the cheek and mutters her goodbye, even though she'd be returning in about a day. She starts to walk towards Lily so they could board and meet Lily's father in New York. The small girl embraces her best friend clenching her tiny fists around Sirius's neck.
"..L-.Lily. air. air!"
Sheepishly, the freckled girl finally lets go. Lifting her arms to her neck, she unlatches the back of a simple silver chain and re-latches it around Sirius's. "Keep it for me for when I come back." She says, smiling through salty tears.
"Final boarding for flight 5938 coach. Final boarding for flight 5938 coach."
"Come Lily, dear, we have to go." Sirius's mother grasps Lily softly by the hand and walks with her to the tunnel entrance, which would lead them onto the plane. Turning back at the entrance, the seven-year-old waves with her free hand and whispers words, which could only be lip-read. Good-Bye.
***
How is it for the first chapter? Good? Bad? It's the longest I've ever written, normally my chapters are like 2 pages longest, but this one is about 4. I tried to make them not seem so mature- they're only seven after all, so they wouldn't be hugging each other, telling each other it would be OK. They'd be optimists about it like only little kids can and say we'll meet again or something. And they wouldn't get what Lily's mom was doing.
Anyways, review, I thrive of participation so if you want me to continue I'll have to have a review. Flamers or reviews, I don't care, but if you flame you have to give me flowers to even it out. Because I said so. Ha. I can only really go to the second chapter without reviews so push that little button and I'll stop raving. ( Deal? Deal.
Author: Child of the Wolves
Summery: Takes place when Lily is seven, she lives in London with her mother, and her father lives in New York. One night, Lily's mom leaves and doesn't come back and Lily is sent away from her home to live with her father. Seven years later, about a quarter through her fourth year at Polion, her wizarding school, her father dies of cancer and she is sent straight to Hogwarts to finish off the quarter. Once the quarter is finished Lily goes back to her mother for the winter holidays, but she's met with a surprise.
Disclaimer: I don't own it... ext. ext. I hate disclaimers.
***
"Lily?"
"-mpphh"
"Lils!"
"mpphfggh!"
A small boy with dusty golden brown hair and tan skin pushes the half- asleep girl next to him. Freckles dot his nose and brow, and his deep liquid hazel eyes glitter with energy. The clock had long since struck 11 but the six-and-a-half-year-old was just getting started. His tiny hands grasp onto the blanket the small girl was curled up in. In one single motion, he pulls the blanket off her and grins madly as she opens her clear emerald green eyes and glares at him. She brushes her long brownish-red hair out of her eyes and sends a playful slap towards her friend. It was their first sleep over and they had agreed to stay up-- all night. But Lily had always been a hypocrite.
"You fell asleep on me!" The small boy exclaims, his eyes dancing playfully.
"I was resting my eyes, Sirius!" Lily replies, rolling her eyes at the obvious. "What else would I have been doing?"
"uumm-hmm," Sirius smiles, and lies back down next to his friend, looking up at the ceiling. "So as I was saying, how do you think they get that hole into the bagels? I mean do you think that's a job, standing there all day and poking holes? 'Cuz if there is sign me u-" He stops as he is rudely interrupted with a snore- again. He sits up again and grabs his pillow with his strong little fingers, whacking her over the head with it repeatedly.
"JUST RESTING MY EYES!" She exclaims, grabbing the pillow from him and adding it to hers. She rolls over, her eyelids drooping once more. "Now don't bother me, my eye's are tired and they'll be mad if you wake them."
Sirius giggles madly and gets up, starting towards the door in search of a new pillow. His tiny hand grasps the bronze door handle and turns it, revealing a small cluttered room with drawn blinds and toys scattered all across the floor. It's nearly pitch black but he had been here so many times when it was light, he didn't need any. He makes his way to the hallway, opening a closet door and grabbing two blankets and a pillow, bring about 4 more of each toppling down.
Shrugging the boy picks them all up, not noticing that the light from Lily's mother's room was showing from the crack next to the gray carpet. Too distracted with lifting his load, he doesn't hear the soft caressing voices from behind the door. He hurries back to the 'playroom' he and his best friend were 'sleeping' in. Quietly closing the door, he takes four of his pillows and stacks them up around him as a fort in the corner of the largest room in the house. Taking the blankets he covers himself efficiently until only a small hole big enough for him to get in and out of is visible near the back of his fort. Grinning, he takes the remaining two blankets and one pillow.
A white form flies across the room and hits the small body on the bed straight on. Lily jumps up, looking from side to side trying to see what had hit her. Her jade, almond-shaped eyes land upon the cushy white pillow. Her eyebrows furrow as she quickly gets up, all thoughts of sleep lost, and chucks the pillow back across the room to the center of Sirius's fort, crushing it in upon itself. Sirius yelps with glee as the two start their pillow fight.
***
Half a year later, the shrill ring of the phone sounds through the perfect silence of the Black house. Thirty minutes ago the clock had sounded 6 AM.
"Hello?"
Sirius's mother receives no answer.
"Hello.?"
Sighing, she starts to take the receiver from her ear to crash it back to the rest of the phone when her sharp ears pick up a snuffling sound.
"Hello?" another snuffling sound and something that sounds like a sob. Finally a voice, broken and hoarse.
"S-Siri-us?" The high-pitched childish voice on the other end of the receiver is instantly recognized as Lily Evans.
"Lily dear, is that you?"
"Mommy's not here!"
***
By 9 that morning, Lily lies on the Black's couch with Sirius, tear stains visible on her cheeks. The two had sat there for a half hour, saying nothing. They didn't need to. Speech was below them now. Sirius cups his hand in Lily's and Lily squeezes it tightly, sniffing again. The doorknob jingles and Mr. Black walks through the door, his light clear blue eyes sorrowful, and his disobedient golden brown hair jutting out in all directions in an almost comical matter. He turns to his wife and gazes into her liquid brown eyes.
"Cigarettes and b-i-r-t-h control pills under the counter in her bathroom, and no Julie." He says, confirming his wives worst fear.
The two children continue to stare emptily up at the two adults, unknowing of what had happened. Unknowing of what had happened the night when they had shared that crazy pillow fight which had resulted in the breaking of a porcelain lamp. Just unknowing.
Both adults turn to the small girl, only barely seven years old. The girl who could no longer stay here without a guardian.
***
Lily and Sirius sit by the huge window in the cushioned chairs of the airport, staring at the rainfall down on the deporting planes. Lily blinks her large clear jade colored eyes and a single tear falls down her cheek. The first tear she had shed since the morning of her mother's disappearance. Since her mother's betrayal. Since her abandonment.
"You'll come back," Sirius pipes up in what he hopes sounds like a cheery voice. He has to be strong. If he wasn't strong Lily couldn't be strong. "You'll come back and you'll live here again with me. You'll just spend the summer there that's all." He says, smiling, holding back the crystalline tears threatening to overtake his hazel eyes. "You just wait and see, and I'll be able to tell you I told you so."
"Flight 5938 coach may now begin boarding."
People in heavy coats with big luggage bags start to board the flight. Sirius's mother pecks her husband on the cheek and mutters her goodbye, even though she'd be returning in about a day. She starts to walk towards Lily so they could board and meet Lily's father in New York. The small girl embraces her best friend clenching her tiny fists around Sirius's neck.
"..L-.Lily. air. air!"
Sheepishly, the freckled girl finally lets go. Lifting her arms to her neck, she unlatches the back of a simple silver chain and re-latches it around Sirius's. "Keep it for me for when I come back." She says, smiling through salty tears.
"Final boarding for flight 5938 coach. Final boarding for flight 5938 coach."
"Come Lily, dear, we have to go." Sirius's mother grasps Lily softly by the hand and walks with her to the tunnel entrance, which would lead them onto the plane. Turning back at the entrance, the seven-year-old waves with her free hand and whispers words, which could only be lip-read. Good-Bye.
***
How is it for the first chapter? Good? Bad? It's the longest I've ever written, normally my chapters are like 2 pages longest, but this one is about 4. I tried to make them not seem so mature- they're only seven after all, so they wouldn't be hugging each other, telling each other it would be OK. They'd be optimists about it like only little kids can and say we'll meet again or something. And they wouldn't get what Lily's mom was doing.
Anyways, review, I thrive of participation so if you want me to continue I'll have to have a review. Flamers or reviews, I don't care, but if you flame you have to give me flowers to even it out. Because I said so. Ha. I can only really go to the second chapter without reviews so push that little button and I'll stop raving. ( Deal? Deal.