The Twisted Mind Of Lillian Evans Potter
Chapter One
Written By: Sneakette 4Ever
Authors Note: Lily is in Slytherin! Oh my! BUT Slytherin's weren't considered EVIL until Voldie came into the picture – which he hasn't yet! So it just means she's VERY ambitious! And when she wants something – she'll get it… SHE IS NOT EVIL!!! I love Lily – I would NEVER make her evil! Now on with the story…
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter – All rights go to JKR (Or whatever her new last name is) and Warner Bros, and all that junk… Don't sue me – you won't get that much $$$ anyway! And I'm only putting this up in the first chapter but it continues throughout the remainder of the fic – got it? GOOD! FINALLY: On with the story!
"Animagi must be registered…." Professor Potter walked around the classroom, going on about animagi or whatnot. Lily Evans was paying absolutely no attention. She was a bit preoccupied doodling all over her parchment. It wasn't that she didn't like Transfiguration, it was just she didn't like Transfiguration. She maintained fairly high marks in the class, but it just didn't catch her attention like Divination and Herbology did. She just wasn't a Transfiguration type girl.
Meredith Meely shoved a torn piece of parchment into her field of vision. On it was scribbled in loopy cursive: Isn't Professor P. a hottie?
Lily had to fight not to roll her eyes. Meredith was the most annoying female on the face of the earth. She had frizzy brown hair and she wore it really puffed out and frizzy. She was incredibly short, so her hair was almost bigger than her! She was bitchy, stuck up, full of herself, annoying, and the biggest flirt known to human kind. 'I don't know why I even pretend to be her friend…' Lily thought before scribbling back: I guess.
"Miss Evans? Miss Meely? What have you got there?" Professor Potter stopped at their desk and picked up the scrap piece of paper. Lily groaned inwardly as he read it, but she couldn't help but notice the faint blush rising in his cheeks.
"I would advise you pay more attention, although I must agree with you on this subject." He smirked, gesturing to the note. A teacher smirked! At a student! At Lily Evans! Professor James Potter smirked at Lily Evans! People don't smirk at Lily Evans.
"Oh, Professor, I'm sorry. That wasn't about you! That was about my boyfriend who's a professor at Warthogs." Lily lied smoothly, noticing how his face fell slightly. But he quickly replaced his cool façade, and grinned.
"Tell your boyfriend I'm sorry." He smirked (again! How DARE he smirk at Lily Evans!)
"Excuse me? Sorry?" Lily asked, not quite getting his humor. He didn't answer, but continued toward the front of the room. Lily's eyes narrowed, and then and there she vowed to get Professor James Potter back.
Meredith slipped Lily another note: Wow! Doesn't he have a nice ass? Hmm…
Lily couldn't resist rolling her eyes this time, but Meredith didn't see her. All her attention was focused on Professor Potter's ass. 'Eww…' Lily thought, but found her gaze fluttering lower than she would have preferred. 'She's such a bad influence on me! Hmm, but he is young… He only graduated from Hogwarts about two years ago… So he's like – what – 19? Ooh stop! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts – bad Lily, bad Lily…' She scolded herself.
"Class dismissed – Miss Evans, if I could have a word?" Lily jumped when she heard her name and glanced up. He wasn't smirking this time, but his hazel eyes were teasing her beneath his messy black hair. She walked up warily, expecting a lecture about talking back to teachers, but what came out of his mouth next she was not expecting.
"You're feisty." He casually stated. "But don't try anything in my class. I've dealt with girls like you – so don't."
"Dealt with girls like me? And what am I like, if you know so much about me?" Lily replied, angered that she was lumped into a specific group. She took pride in her individuality.
"Girls that think they're so good; think they know everything. Well, you don't. I don't appreciate you talking back to me in my class – if you really want to talk to me, see me after class." He said it sternly, but the twinkle never left his eyes. He was teasing her, and it bugged her to no end.
"I'm positive I'm not one of 'those girls'. But if you don't believe me then that's your prerogative. G'day Professor." She stormed out of the room. She didn't see the annoying smirk cross his face as he realized he'd gotten to her.
"Gods, he's annoying!" Lily commented to Shawnta (pronounced: shawn- tay) as they sat before the fire in the Slytherin common room. Shawnta was a petite girl with tanned skin and curly dark hair. It was pulled into a high ponytail right now. Lily's own straight dark brownish-red hair fell limply on her shoulders. It was parted on the side with a clip holding part of it back. Her worn black robes clung to her small curves, but the bottom was beginning to tear and unravel. She would need to get a job soon if she hoped to get new robes.
Two years previous Lily's parents had died mysteriously in a car accident, although there was no blood or injuries of any sort. Muggles had led an investigation, so they had thought it had been a heart attack, but there was no evidence to prove it. The Ministry of Magic also looked into it, but Lily had never heard anything from them. Either way, they were dead. It had been really hard for Lily at first, even though she rarely saw them since she began schooling at Hogwarts. It was difficult just knowing they weren't there if she did need them.
Shaking her head slightly to rid herself of these depressing thoughts, she focused her gaze on the fire in front of her, which crackled as the wood beneath it burned. The common room was busy with students, most of which were fifth, sixth, and seventh years, for the first through fourth years had already retired to their dorms.
"I suppose, but he is rather good looking. Do you remember when he was a student here?" Shawnta replied after a moment, she was obviously remembering something, but didn't share. Her face twitched a bit, but Lily didn't notice.
"Sort of. He was always really popular with the girls, but I didn't pay too much attention to him. Didn't you fancy him for awhile?" Lily asked, still not looking at the fellow Ravenclaw.
"Yeah, but I got over it." Shawnta replied bitterly, and Lily briefly wondered what had happened to her friend that made her feel this way. But Lily, being Lily, didn't ask – if Shawnta wanted to share, she would – in her own time. Before, no less than two years ago, she would have jumped at the opportunity to gossip and would have bothered Shawnta until the girl snapped, spilling her secrets. But Lily had grown up since then – everything changed when her parents died. She had realized people needed time to grieve by themselves, and it wasn't helping by making them talk about the subject (whatever it was) if they didn't want to.
"You going home for Christmas?" Lily asked after a moment of silence. She was actually going home – for the first time since her parents' death. Her aunt and uncle, who knew about the whole magic affair, had asked Lily to spend Christmas with them.
"Nah, I'm staying here. The parentals are taking a 'second honeymoon.'" Shawnta replied, grimacing as she said 'second honeymoon.' "I just hope I won't have another sister or brother when they get back."
Lily laughed, thinking of the five siblings (including Shawnta) in the Findley household. Danika (pronounced Da-nee-ka) and Ami, Shawnta's three year old twin sisters were the cutest kids in the entire world – from Lily's perspective, at least. Shawnta didn't mind her sisters so much – at least compared to her two brothers. Willy, who was ten, and Aaron, who was fourteen, were wild. There wasn't a different way to describe them. They were just plain wild.
"What about you?" Shawnta asked, turning slightly to see her friend's expression. Unfortunately (for Shawnta), Lily had become adept at hiding her emotions – a skill she picked up as a child.
"Yeah, actually I am. I'm spending the holidays with my aunt and uncle. You know, my mum's twin – Ana. She just got married last year, but he already knows I'm a witch – at least that's what she tells me. I guess he's really nice. She always goes on and on about how caring and loving he is." Lily shrugged. "Only one more week 'til I leave. You're going to be stuck here all alone without me."
"I think I'll manage," Shawnta laughed.
"You know… I hear Andreas Black is staying for here for the hols. I think he said Dumbledore is letting Sirius stay here, too." Lily raised an eyebrow suggestively, earning a shove from Shawnta.
"Stop – don't you get any ideas! Andreas and I are just friends! Here that? Just friends!" Shawnta's eyes were wide as she tried to knock the idea from Lily's head. Of course, that would never happen. Lily was one of those hopeless romantics – always tried to turn everything into some kind of love story…
"Whatever you say." Lily shrugged, but it was obvious she didn't believe Shawnta. "I think I'm going to head upstairs. You coming?"
"Nah, I'll be up in awhile though." Shawnta stretched herself across the couch as Lily stood up. "Night Lils."
"G'night."
"Hey Flower," Shea St. Clare sat down beside Lily at the Slytherin table. Lily smiled, but continued nibbling her toast. "What's wrong?"
"Nervous. I'm leaving today for my aunt's house. Haven't seen her since –" Lily stopped, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, I get you. Don't worry though! They're going to love you!" He slung his arm over her shoulder and squeezed her shoulder in a slightly reassuring manner. His trademark lopsided grin greeted her as she finally looked up.
"Well I'm out. Have a great holiday!" She stood, but then leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. "See you Shea. Oh, and I'll be waiting for your present!" She laughed as she walked out of the Great Hall. Her stuff was already loaded into carriages to be taken back to the Hogwarts Express. She stepped into a carriage and was off.
After a long day of traveling she finally found herself on the front porch of Ana and Mitchell's house. Before she even had a chance to knock the door flew open and Ana engulfed her in a smothering hug.
"Oh I've missed you so much Lil! Gods, you've grown up!" Her aunt cried, and Lily was embarrassed, but slightly pleased, to find joyful tears springing into Ana's eyes. "Come in, come in!"
She followed her aunt into the foyer, bags in tow, and was amazed at how much stuff the tiny house good hold. It was decorated lavishly, and screamed everything Lily was not: graceful, normal, rich, and quiet. If the house was anything like Mitchell he was in for a long week.
Lily sat before the muggle television, flipping through the channels. Shouting from the kitchen nearly drowned out the sound, but Lily turned the volume up as far as it would go. A crash sounded from the adjacent room, followed by a scream, and a smack. Lily was on her feet in seconds, creeping to the room. Ana was sobbing in a corner, while Mitchell was slamming things down and banging cupboards.
"Stop it! Stop!" Lily cried as he moved toward Ana with a hand raised. A bruise already muddled up her nearly perfect features, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Mitchell turned on her, eyes flashing dangerously.
"This is all your fault! Everything was good 'till you came!" He shouted, taking a step toward Lily. A moment later he was squeezing her wrist painfully, and held her shoulder in a vice-like grip.
"Let go of me!" Lily said through clenched teeth, trying to hold back tears. His grip on her shoulder tightened and she cried out in pain. He let go of her wrist, but backhanded her – snapping her head to the side.
"Mitchell, stop." Ana spoke quietly, voice shaking slightly. Mitchell, as if snapped back from a dream, blinked and shook his head. Looking at Lily, who he still held, he suddenly let go and ran to Ana's side.
"Oh gods, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Ana. Please forgive me." He cried, and he looked sincere, but Lily had seen many muggle movies where the abusive husband would be very sorry – but he would always hit them again. Lily silently wished Ana would scream at him and tell him to get out, but she didn't. She hugged him, comforting him. It was disgusting. This woman, who he had beaten and abused only moments ago, was comforting him.
"Ana, I'm leaving early. Tonight actually. Goodbye." Lily said, eerily calm. She walked slowly up to her room, and dragged her bag down the stairs. Already bruises were appearing on her wrist, and a big one on her shoulder. She could only imagine what her face would look like in the morning.
No one tried to stop her as she carried her bag out the door, shutting it firmly behind her. You'd think her aunt would at least say goodbye, but apparently she blamed Lily for her husband's outburst. 'Damn – my family really sucks.'
"Miss Evans? Back so soon?" Professor Potter stopped, seeing the firey red head stooping down to pick up her fallen books. "What? Did they get sick of you so soon?" He teased.
"As a matter of fact, I left on my own free will." She stood, moving closer to him. "I just missed you so much, I had to come back early." She bit her bottom lip innocently, and looked down, but kept her gaze on him the entire time. She noted the nearly nonexistent blush on his cheeks, and layed one hand on his chest. "Maybe we could get together sometime?"
He didn't answer for a moment, but stared in shock at the girl before him. Blinking rapidly, he cleared his throat before he spoke, "Miss Evans. I'm a professor here and I do demand you treat me with respect."
"Oh, I do, Professor." She whispered, barely more than a breath. "Well, I need to get to the library. It was nice talking with you." She stepped around him, allowing her arm to brush his backside as if by accident. 'Ooh I've got him!' Lily thought, her plan already taking form. It would only be a few more months before she completely ruined him and his stupid reputation. He would pay for embarrassing Lily Evans like that.
Authors Note: Okay, how was it? It might not make a huge amount of sense yet, but in later chapters the whole Ana-abuse-thing will become important! So REVIEW! And if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism please tell me!
PS ~ Lily IS NOT EVIL! She's just umm rambunctious… SHE'S NOT EVIL THOUGH! Don't get the wrong impression…!
Chapter One
Written By: Sneakette 4Ever
Authors Note: Lily is in Slytherin! Oh my! BUT Slytherin's weren't considered EVIL until Voldie came into the picture – which he hasn't yet! So it just means she's VERY ambitious! And when she wants something – she'll get it… SHE IS NOT EVIL!!! I love Lily – I would NEVER make her evil! Now on with the story…
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter – All rights go to JKR (Or whatever her new last name is) and Warner Bros, and all that junk… Don't sue me – you won't get that much $$$ anyway! And I'm only putting this up in the first chapter but it continues throughout the remainder of the fic – got it? GOOD! FINALLY: On with the story!
"Animagi must be registered…." Professor Potter walked around the classroom, going on about animagi or whatnot. Lily Evans was paying absolutely no attention. She was a bit preoccupied doodling all over her parchment. It wasn't that she didn't like Transfiguration, it was just she didn't like Transfiguration. She maintained fairly high marks in the class, but it just didn't catch her attention like Divination and Herbology did. She just wasn't a Transfiguration type girl.
Meredith Meely shoved a torn piece of parchment into her field of vision. On it was scribbled in loopy cursive: Isn't Professor P. a hottie?
Lily had to fight not to roll her eyes. Meredith was the most annoying female on the face of the earth. She had frizzy brown hair and she wore it really puffed out and frizzy. She was incredibly short, so her hair was almost bigger than her! She was bitchy, stuck up, full of herself, annoying, and the biggest flirt known to human kind. 'I don't know why I even pretend to be her friend…' Lily thought before scribbling back: I guess.
"Miss Evans? Miss Meely? What have you got there?" Professor Potter stopped at their desk and picked up the scrap piece of paper. Lily groaned inwardly as he read it, but she couldn't help but notice the faint blush rising in his cheeks.
"I would advise you pay more attention, although I must agree with you on this subject." He smirked, gesturing to the note. A teacher smirked! At a student! At Lily Evans! Professor James Potter smirked at Lily Evans! People don't smirk at Lily Evans.
"Oh, Professor, I'm sorry. That wasn't about you! That was about my boyfriend who's a professor at Warthogs." Lily lied smoothly, noticing how his face fell slightly. But he quickly replaced his cool façade, and grinned.
"Tell your boyfriend I'm sorry." He smirked (again! How DARE he smirk at Lily Evans!)
"Excuse me? Sorry?" Lily asked, not quite getting his humor. He didn't answer, but continued toward the front of the room. Lily's eyes narrowed, and then and there she vowed to get Professor James Potter back.
Meredith slipped Lily another note: Wow! Doesn't he have a nice ass? Hmm…
Lily couldn't resist rolling her eyes this time, but Meredith didn't see her. All her attention was focused on Professor Potter's ass. 'Eww…' Lily thought, but found her gaze fluttering lower than she would have preferred. 'She's such a bad influence on me! Hmm, but he is young… He only graduated from Hogwarts about two years ago… So he's like – what – 19? Ooh stop! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts – bad Lily, bad Lily…' She scolded herself.
"Class dismissed – Miss Evans, if I could have a word?" Lily jumped when she heard her name and glanced up. He wasn't smirking this time, but his hazel eyes were teasing her beneath his messy black hair. She walked up warily, expecting a lecture about talking back to teachers, but what came out of his mouth next she was not expecting.
"You're feisty." He casually stated. "But don't try anything in my class. I've dealt with girls like you – so don't."
"Dealt with girls like me? And what am I like, if you know so much about me?" Lily replied, angered that she was lumped into a specific group. She took pride in her individuality.
"Girls that think they're so good; think they know everything. Well, you don't. I don't appreciate you talking back to me in my class – if you really want to talk to me, see me after class." He said it sternly, but the twinkle never left his eyes. He was teasing her, and it bugged her to no end.
"I'm positive I'm not one of 'those girls'. But if you don't believe me then that's your prerogative. G'day Professor." She stormed out of the room. She didn't see the annoying smirk cross his face as he realized he'd gotten to her.
"Gods, he's annoying!" Lily commented to Shawnta (pronounced: shawn- tay) as they sat before the fire in the Slytherin common room. Shawnta was a petite girl with tanned skin and curly dark hair. It was pulled into a high ponytail right now. Lily's own straight dark brownish-red hair fell limply on her shoulders. It was parted on the side with a clip holding part of it back. Her worn black robes clung to her small curves, but the bottom was beginning to tear and unravel. She would need to get a job soon if she hoped to get new robes.
Two years previous Lily's parents had died mysteriously in a car accident, although there was no blood or injuries of any sort. Muggles had led an investigation, so they had thought it had been a heart attack, but there was no evidence to prove it. The Ministry of Magic also looked into it, but Lily had never heard anything from them. Either way, they were dead. It had been really hard for Lily at first, even though she rarely saw them since she began schooling at Hogwarts. It was difficult just knowing they weren't there if she did need them.
Shaking her head slightly to rid herself of these depressing thoughts, she focused her gaze on the fire in front of her, which crackled as the wood beneath it burned. The common room was busy with students, most of which were fifth, sixth, and seventh years, for the first through fourth years had already retired to their dorms.
"I suppose, but he is rather good looking. Do you remember when he was a student here?" Shawnta replied after a moment, she was obviously remembering something, but didn't share. Her face twitched a bit, but Lily didn't notice.
"Sort of. He was always really popular with the girls, but I didn't pay too much attention to him. Didn't you fancy him for awhile?" Lily asked, still not looking at the fellow Ravenclaw.
"Yeah, but I got over it." Shawnta replied bitterly, and Lily briefly wondered what had happened to her friend that made her feel this way. But Lily, being Lily, didn't ask – if Shawnta wanted to share, she would – in her own time. Before, no less than two years ago, she would have jumped at the opportunity to gossip and would have bothered Shawnta until the girl snapped, spilling her secrets. But Lily had grown up since then – everything changed when her parents died. She had realized people needed time to grieve by themselves, and it wasn't helping by making them talk about the subject (whatever it was) if they didn't want to.
"You going home for Christmas?" Lily asked after a moment of silence. She was actually going home – for the first time since her parents' death. Her aunt and uncle, who knew about the whole magic affair, had asked Lily to spend Christmas with them.
"Nah, I'm staying here. The parentals are taking a 'second honeymoon.'" Shawnta replied, grimacing as she said 'second honeymoon.' "I just hope I won't have another sister or brother when they get back."
Lily laughed, thinking of the five siblings (including Shawnta) in the Findley household. Danika (pronounced Da-nee-ka) and Ami, Shawnta's three year old twin sisters were the cutest kids in the entire world – from Lily's perspective, at least. Shawnta didn't mind her sisters so much – at least compared to her two brothers. Willy, who was ten, and Aaron, who was fourteen, were wild. There wasn't a different way to describe them. They were just plain wild.
"What about you?" Shawnta asked, turning slightly to see her friend's expression. Unfortunately (for Shawnta), Lily had become adept at hiding her emotions – a skill she picked up as a child.
"Yeah, actually I am. I'm spending the holidays with my aunt and uncle. You know, my mum's twin – Ana. She just got married last year, but he already knows I'm a witch – at least that's what she tells me. I guess he's really nice. She always goes on and on about how caring and loving he is." Lily shrugged. "Only one more week 'til I leave. You're going to be stuck here all alone without me."
"I think I'll manage," Shawnta laughed.
"You know… I hear Andreas Black is staying for here for the hols. I think he said Dumbledore is letting Sirius stay here, too." Lily raised an eyebrow suggestively, earning a shove from Shawnta.
"Stop – don't you get any ideas! Andreas and I are just friends! Here that? Just friends!" Shawnta's eyes were wide as she tried to knock the idea from Lily's head. Of course, that would never happen. Lily was one of those hopeless romantics – always tried to turn everything into some kind of love story…
"Whatever you say." Lily shrugged, but it was obvious she didn't believe Shawnta. "I think I'm going to head upstairs. You coming?"
"Nah, I'll be up in awhile though." Shawnta stretched herself across the couch as Lily stood up. "Night Lils."
"G'night."
"Hey Flower," Shea St. Clare sat down beside Lily at the Slytherin table. Lily smiled, but continued nibbling her toast. "What's wrong?"
"Nervous. I'm leaving today for my aunt's house. Haven't seen her since –" Lily stopped, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, I get you. Don't worry though! They're going to love you!" He slung his arm over her shoulder and squeezed her shoulder in a slightly reassuring manner. His trademark lopsided grin greeted her as she finally looked up.
"Well I'm out. Have a great holiday!" She stood, but then leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. "See you Shea. Oh, and I'll be waiting for your present!" She laughed as she walked out of the Great Hall. Her stuff was already loaded into carriages to be taken back to the Hogwarts Express. She stepped into a carriage and was off.
After a long day of traveling she finally found herself on the front porch of Ana and Mitchell's house. Before she even had a chance to knock the door flew open and Ana engulfed her in a smothering hug.
"Oh I've missed you so much Lil! Gods, you've grown up!" Her aunt cried, and Lily was embarrassed, but slightly pleased, to find joyful tears springing into Ana's eyes. "Come in, come in!"
She followed her aunt into the foyer, bags in tow, and was amazed at how much stuff the tiny house good hold. It was decorated lavishly, and screamed everything Lily was not: graceful, normal, rich, and quiet. If the house was anything like Mitchell he was in for a long week.
Lily sat before the muggle television, flipping through the channels. Shouting from the kitchen nearly drowned out the sound, but Lily turned the volume up as far as it would go. A crash sounded from the adjacent room, followed by a scream, and a smack. Lily was on her feet in seconds, creeping to the room. Ana was sobbing in a corner, while Mitchell was slamming things down and banging cupboards.
"Stop it! Stop!" Lily cried as he moved toward Ana with a hand raised. A bruise already muddled up her nearly perfect features, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Mitchell turned on her, eyes flashing dangerously.
"This is all your fault! Everything was good 'till you came!" He shouted, taking a step toward Lily. A moment later he was squeezing her wrist painfully, and held her shoulder in a vice-like grip.
"Let go of me!" Lily said through clenched teeth, trying to hold back tears. His grip on her shoulder tightened and she cried out in pain. He let go of her wrist, but backhanded her – snapping her head to the side.
"Mitchell, stop." Ana spoke quietly, voice shaking slightly. Mitchell, as if snapped back from a dream, blinked and shook his head. Looking at Lily, who he still held, he suddenly let go and ran to Ana's side.
"Oh gods, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Ana. Please forgive me." He cried, and he looked sincere, but Lily had seen many muggle movies where the abusive husband would be very sorry – but he would always hit them again. Lily silently wished Ana would scream at him and tell him to get out, but she didn't. She hugged him, comforting him. It was disgusting. This woman, who he had beaten and abused only moments ago, was comforting him.
"Ana, I'm leaving early. Tonight actually. Goodbye." Lily said, eerily calm. She walked slowly up to her room, and dragged her bag down the stairs. Already bruises were appearing on her wrist, and a big one on her shoulder. She could only imagine what her face would look like in the morning.
No one tried to stop her as she carried her bag out the door, shutting it firmly behind her. You'd think her aunt would at least say goodbye, but apparently she blamed Lily for her husband's outburst. 'Damn – my family really sucks.'
"Miss Evans? Back so soon?" Professor Potter stopped, seeing the firey red head stooping down to pick up her fallen books. "What? Did they get sick of you so soon?" He teased.
"As a matter of fact, I left on my own free will." She stood, moving closer to him. "I just missed you so much, I had to come back early." She bit her bottom lip innocently, and looked down, but kept her gaze on him the entire time. She noted the nearly nonexistent blush on his cheeks, and layed one hand on his chest. "Maybe we could get together sometime?"
He didn't answer for a moment, but stared in shock at the girl before him. Blinking rapidly, he cleared his throat before he spoke, "Miss Evans. I'm a professor here and I do demand you treat me with respect."
"Oh, I do, Professor." She whispered, barely more than a breath. "Well, I need to get to the library. It was nice talking with you." She stepped around him, allowing her arm to brush his backside as if by accident. 'Ooh I've got him!' Lily thought, her plan already taking form. It would only be a few more months before she completely ruined him and his stupid reputation. He would pay for embarrassing Lily Evans like that.
Authors Note: Okay, how was it? It might not make a huge amount of sense yet, but in later chapters the whole Ana-abuse-thing will become important! So REVIEW! And if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism please tell me!
PS ~ Lily IS NOT EVIL! She's just umm rambunctious… SHE'S NOT EVIL THOUGH! Don't get the wrong impression…!