Author's Note: Chapter 3 redone! Thanks to all my fans for reading and favoriting! PLEASE review! I love reviews, but never get many. Which makes me sad… :( It's surprising because of how many people actually read the story! Oh wells! Once again, I have no idea when I'll update next so yeah… ~Jazzy
Chapter 2: Letter
10 years, 7 months later
After Severus' offer to stay, she had never really left. "A couple of days" had turned into "a couple of weeks," which turned into "months" and finally ended in a marriage proposal. Just 6 months after moving in, Lily and Sev had the marriage. Harry was just young enough to be the ring-bearer.
Lily smiled, pouring herself a second cup of tea. She enjoyed the brief moment of silence before Harry woke up. It was his 11th birthday, and she knew he would be excited. He would be getting his Hogwarts letter today.
"Harry, honey? You up?" In reply, Harry bustled down the stairs, skipping them two at a time. Her son had scraggly black hair and deep set blue-green eyes, that still resembled her own. His face was a light tan and he had long legs and nimble fingers. He wore a shirt and jeans, a small purple friendship bracelet knotted on his wrist. Behind him followed a girl.
Their daughter.
Nine years ago they had Violet. She was smart and inquisitive, and took a lot after her father. She adored Harry and followed him around constantly. She had dark brown hair that fell to her waist and light brown eyes. The remnants of a few freckles dotted her arms and legs.
Severus walked through the door, mug in hand. In the other hand was the paper, which he handed to Lily with a kiss. Lily helped Violet and Harry into their seats, while their breakfast floated in from the stove. Pancakes and bacon.
"Harry! It's your big day. 11 years old, I can hardly believe it…" Her husband said with rare enthusiasm in his voice. He cared for Harry dearly. But Lily knew his favorite was Violet, the girl so much like himself. Lily took a seat at the table and unfolded the Daily Prophet. Boy-Who-Lived Accepted Into Hogwarts! The title exclaimed. What followed was a lengthy article about the child and his life.
Lily shuddered thinking about it. On Halloween night, only a couple of days before James left, the Longbottoms had been murdered. It was even scarier thinking how close of friends they were. They even had a son, Neville, who was Harry's age. Neville survived, killing their murderer, Voldemort, instead. The wizarding community rejoiced, hailing the boy as their savior. Poor child, all he knew was fame.
"Did you read this Sev?" Lily asked, putting food on the children's plates.
"I did," He said bluntly, not caring to further the conversation. Lily didn't pry. She didn't know what went on in his labyrinth of a mind. Sometimes Sev was the sweetest, most caring guy around. And other times he was cold and distant, never revealing answers. She knew about his past, with the Death Eaters. But she didn't pry. Sometimes she wondered though…
"Moomm!" Violet called, breaking off her train of thought. "Here comes an ooowwwlll!" She leaned out the window, staring at the sky. Harry eagerly jumped up, waiting to see if it could be his letter.
"Can I go get it mom, please?" Harry asked.
"Of course dear," Lily said with a half smile. Harry tore off towards the door, opening and slamming it. The door opened once again just a few seconds later. The owl departed and Harry walked inside, clutching the singular letter like it was gold.
He sat down at the table, staring at it.
"Well, is it your letter?" Severus asked, taking another sip of his mug.
Harry nodded, still looking at it.
"Well open it, sweetie." Lily laughed. Harry jittered, as if remembering that's what had to be done. As he carefully opened it, Lily could see that he was nearly about to fly off from excitement. All of his life he had heard stories of magic and of the school that taught promising young students. She had told him stories about the classes and campus, while his father told him all about his job. Sev wanted Harry to go into Slytherin, but Lily would be happy if he landed in Gryffindor. It could go either way,she thought. But she'd be happy wherever he went. As long as he was happy.
As he started to read aloud the letter, she made a mental note to take Harry to Diagon Alley tomorrow.
"Mr. Harry Evans,"Harry read. As much as Sev wanted her too, she had never changed her last name after marriage. Instead, she kept her maiden name. The argument was over, gone, it didn't matter anymore. Harry grinned. "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"