Hi. I know the chapters are short, but I am working on making them longer!
I feel like I am in a museum. The train station is full of aristocratic looking men, women, and children. Everyone looks as if his or her portraits could be found in an art gallery.
Women walk toward the station in fancy hats. My eyes follow one woman whose hat seems alive due to the exotic feathers fluttering around her face as she walks. Her young daughter skips after her mother. Her hair is braided with what can only be diamonds interwoven in her thick locks.
I look down at my worn jeans and old hoodie and I immediately realize how out of place I am.
"It's alright darling…" My mom whispers to me.
I look up at my mom and immediately feel more comfortable. She had given up so much for James, Albus and I to be safe.
When I was younger I always wanted to look as beautiful as mom. She's gorgeous. Even with the opulence around us, my mother is still the brightest person in the station. She's curvy, full and athletic. I'm skinny, lanky, and I still look like a thirteen year old.
I suppose in some aspects I do look like mum. We have the same hair and eye color. But her eyes are bright and her hair is full and my eyes are dull and my hair is limp. Only Albus inherited my father's emerald eyes.
My heart clenches as I think of James and Albus. James and Albus were home. They were safe. But, they were being watched. The Resistance had crumbled with my capture.
I suppose I was lucky.
My life was spared. My education would continue. But somehow, I didn't feel lucky.
Other members of the Resistance were now on the run, being tracked down by Death Eaters.
But I had survived.
When I had awoken after I fainted, I was told that the Dark Lord had spared my life.
When I had asked the healer why, she merely replied, "Your lucky, that's why."
I didn't question his decision.
"Lily… before you go… I have to tell you something," My mother says, suddenly looking as if she were going to cry.
This startles me. My mother is always so strong and brave. It's unusual for her to show any kind of weakness.
"When you were captured, I didn't know what to do, Lily. But, I knew I had to do something…. So I… I gave them the one thing I knew they wanted—
Her voice breaks and I think she's about to cry. I grasp her hand, and in horror I realize that she is wearing a ring. It's not just any ring. It's a large, expensive engagement ring.
Realization dawns on me.
James' words echo in my head "They are scared of dying out…"
"Mom… you didn't—
My mom doesn't say anything, but she nods her head in shame.
She did it for me. That's why I James, Albus and I were alive, because my mom had given up her freedom.
I knew about the Pure-Blood's wedding vows. As a woman, my mom would be at the mercy of her husbands' very whim and command. The moment my mom put on the ring, she was already partially bound to her husband.
Tears begin to stream down my face and I embrace her.
I had never doubted my mother's love for her family, and I now I knew how deeply this love ran.
I am alive because of her.
"Mom, who is he—?"
But the warning whistle blows and she instead of answering me, she hugs me again and pushes me towards the train.
"It's time for you to get onto the train Lily. I'll write to you to explain. I love you."
I cannot respond because I know that if I speak I will begin to cry.
I throw her a wistful, longing glance and board the train.
