First Year was over. Soon Lily was back at the place she hated. Her
house. Why not her home you ask. Well it is the same way with parents,
Mothers and fathers create you, Moms and Dads take care of you. Houses are
where you live; Homes are where you're happy.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILY," Her Aunt Faith said. She brought out a huge cake, covered in icing, sprinkles and candles.
"Thank you," Lily replied. In truth she was proud, but disappointed that her aunt put so much time and effort into making Lily happy, but she would have been just fine with a small vanilla cake; instead of the Wedding size cake she got.
"Girl! Blow out your candles so we can get on with our lives," Lily's Aunt Carl barked at her before sharply smacking her upside the head. He had hit her before, when she forgot to do her chores, when she had been out doing sports, but now he had been hitting her for actually being home on time. The hits had also been getting worse; he would start using things like shoes, belts, even wet towels and fists. Thankfully though he hadn't hit Lily's weak spot. That was about to change.
There were some things she discovered earlier in the summer, some she was excited about discovering, others, she wished she hadn't.
Lily watched Kobe eat fistful after fistful of candy and it frankly scared the crap out of her. But that's kind of off the subject. Lily was studying, trying to get some of her summer homework done on the train.
#The Levitation spell requires a swish and flick motion of the wrist. While doing this, think hard on what you wish to levitate, and then say Wingarduim Levi-o-sa. When done properly, the object you wish to levitate will rise up into the air. To bring the object down, point your wand at a flat surface close to you then stop concentrating on the object. It should then float, drop, or fall in front of your wand. #
That's what she did. Only she didn't have her wand in front of her. Lily didn't worry about it. She didn't want to lift something up. So she did the swish and flick of her wand, with her right index finger pointing at Logan. She muttered the spell and, voila. Logan floated up into the air, still oblivious to anything but her magazine. Kobe looked up to find her twin, staring at her quidditch magazine. "What did you do Lily?" She asked.
"Hmm?" Lily asked. Kobe pointed up.
"Logan, don't make any sudden movements," Brittney said.
"I don't think being telekinetic is my only curse anymore," Lily said, half smiling, half worried. She did what the book told her to. And she brought a rigid Logan down from the ceiling of the train. "Are you okay?" Lily asked.
"Yeah, but I got this cut on my hand from where we hit a bump, and I hit the ceiling," Logan replied.
"Lemme see," Lily said. Logan showed her the wrist. There was a shallow, but painful looking cut there. Lily pinched the two pieces of separated skin together, to stop the bleeding. Then to all of their surprise, the cut started healing itself! "Do you think we're jinxed?" Lily asked everyone.
"No, I just think you're very, very, lucky," Kobe replied. "Okay, you're telekinetic, capable of wand less magic, and you have healing powers, is there anything else you can do?" Kobe asked.
"I dunno, but I will let you know when I find out. I want to be able to have like untamed athletic ability though, wouldn't that be cool?" Little did she know that she did. That was one reason why she was always able to beat the best people on other sports teams.
Back to the present. Lily had always taken the beatings for her sister. She didn't know why, it was probably one of her sister instincts. Well, this time, her uncle had probably gotten really peeved at Petunia for moving out earlier that same day, and well, he decided to take out his anger on Lily.
"Damn it, stand up," he snapped at Lily. Lily had stood up. She was confused; she had already blown out her candles.
"Wh-," she started to say, when her uncle's fist, met her stomach, full force. She got the wind knocked out of her. She kneeled over and felt herself gasping for breath. That was her weak spot. For some reason, her stomach was always very sensitive. She felt the vibrations of two people arguing on the floor, and heard her aunt pleading with her uncle.
"Don't hit her," She said, tears flowing down her face. "What did she do?"
"She was being disobedient," He spat at her.
"But she was just-," He smacked her across the face. She reeled back.
"What were you going to say," he whispered dangerously.
"Nothing dear, nothing," She replied.
"Good. Now get rid of this garbage, we have better things to do with our time," He snarled before he left into the parlor. Lily had got her wind back somewhat.
"WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?" Lily yelled at her aunt.
"He's just telling it like it is," She retorted.
"I DIDN'T KNOW PEOPLE MADE A LANGUAGE OUT OF FIST FIGHTING,"
"I'm surprised that you're getting mad at me, when you're the one who's only telling half the problem Lily,"
"THAT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE THERE IS ONLY HALF WORTH TELLING,"
"I'm just trying to help,-"
"SO STAND UP TO PEOPLE, DON'T LET THEM BEAT YOU DOWN,"
Her Aunt Faith sighed angrily. "You know, what little information you have told me about your life, you have had great advice, now here is some of mine. Follow your advice for once," she said before storming out of the kitchen. Lily stormed out of the house, and sat on the bench in front of her lawn.
Thirteen year old Lily sat in that exact same spot, remembering that day. She loved her bench. She had thought a lot about what her aunt said, and finally decided to take her up on her advice. She smiled, not a smirk or a grimace, but an I'm happy smile. She wasn't going to take it any more. Lily hadn't cried once in her life, she just tried not to make her injuries a big deal, and she wasn't going to start now. But her uncle, who was like the spawn of Satan, couldn't even compare to what she went through with her father. And her mother, oh no. don't even get her started on that subject.
Lily was brought out of her revere, when she heard her name being screamed over and over again by her guardians. She had learned to just tune them out but this time, it seemed serious. Then she heard her uncle say 'can't afford it,' and decided to check it out.
She opened up the front door to find her guardians yelling back and forth. 'Can't have been arguing long, otherwise Aunt Faith would be bruised beyond belief.' She thought.
"Lily, you're not going to that freak school," her uncle said.
"Why?" She asked sharply.
"We can't afford it," he replied hotly.
"You are some of the richest people in this god forsaken country, and you're telling me you can't afford it," she asked,
"Watch your mouth b*&%^," he growled.
"I'd like to see you try and make me."
He walked over to her, his hand raised. She threaded her two arms around his raised hand and pulled downwards. There was a resounding crack and his arm fell limp. He gasped. Then he raised his purpled head.
"Go pack some clothes, NOW," Lily yelled at her aunt. She followed her orders like a house-elf. Lily looked back down at her uncle and gave him an upper cut to the chin. He fell to the floor with a loud thump.
"Hey Tom, do you have a room," Lily gasped at the Leaky cauldron inn bartender.
"Yes I do, room 13, please follow me," he smiled his toothless smile before leading them up to their room. "'Ere's your keys, misses," he said before giving them both a key. Two hours later, they were sitting in front of the window, watching the rain fall in sheets.
Out of the silence, Lily asked "When am I going to learn?"
"Why?" her aunt asked.
"Because I'm tired of hating," she said.
"When will you feel the burn?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired of waiting," she said.
"We need to get out of there for good,"
"Where will we live?"
"It's time you learn the ways of the magical," Lily said with a smile.
"Can we start trying to be friends?" Aunt Faith asked.
"Nothing would make me happier," Lily replied.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILY," Her Aunt Faith said. She brought out a huge cake, covered in icing, sprinkles and candles.
"Thank you," Lily replied. In truth she was proud, but disappointed that her aunt put so much time and effort into making Lily happy, but she would have been just fine with a small vanilla cake; instead of the Wedding size cake she got.
"Girl! Blow out your candles so we can get on with our lives," Lily's Aunt Carl barked at her before sharply smacking her upside the head. He had hit her before, when she forgot to do her chores, when she had been out doing sports, but now he had been hitting her for actually being home on time. The hits had also been getting worse; he would start using things like shoes, belts, even wet towels and fists. Thankfully though he hadn't hit Lily's weak spot. That was about to change.
There were some things she discovered earlier in the summer, some she was excited about discovering, others, she wished she hadn't.
Lily watched Kobe eat fistful after fistful of candy and it frankly scared the crap out of her. But that's kind of off the subject. Lily was studying, trying to get some of her summer homework done on the train.
#The Levitation spell requires a swish and flick motion of the wrist. While doing this, think hard on what you wish to levitate, and then say Wingarduim Levi-o-sa. When done properly, the object you wish to levitate will rise up into the air. To bring the object down, point your wand at a flat surface close to you then stop concentrating on the object. It should then float, drop, or fall in front of your wand. #
That's what she did. Only she didn't have her wand in front of her. Lily didn't worry about it. She didn't want to lift something up. So she did the swish and flick of her wand, with her right index finger pointing at Logan. She muttered the spell and, voila. Logan floated up into the air, still oblivious to anything but her magazine. Kobe looked up to find her twin, staring at her quidditch magazine. "What did you do Lily?" She asked.
"Hmm?" Lily asked. Kobe pointed up.
"Logan, don't make any sudden movements," Brittney said.
"I don't think being telekinetic is my only curse anymore," Lily said, half smiling, half worried. She did what the book told her to. And she brought a rigid Logan down from the ceiling of the train. "Are you okay?" Lily asked.
"Yeah, but I got this cut on my hand from where we hit a bump, and I hit the ceiling," Logan replied.
"Lemme see," Lily said. Logan showed her the wrist. There was a shallow, but painful looking cut there. Lily pinched the two pieces of separated skin together, to stop the bleeding. Then to all of their surprise, the cut started healing itself! "Do you think we're jinxed?" Lily asked everyone.
"No, I just think you're very, very, lucky," Kobe replied. "Okay, you're telekinetic, capable of wand less magic, and you have healing powers, is there anything else you can do?" Kobe asked.
"I dunno, but I will let you know when I find out. I want to be able to have like untamed athletic ability though, wouldn't that be cool?" Little did she know that she did. That was one reason why she was always able to beat the best people on other sports teams.
Back to the present. Lily had always taken the beatings for her sister. She didn't know why, it was probably one of her sister instincts. Well, this time, her uncle had probably gotten really peeved at Petunia for moving out earlier that same day, and well, he decided to take out his anger on Lily.
"Damn it, stand up," he snapped at Lily. Lily had stood up. She was confused; she had already blown out her candles.
"Wh-," she started to say, when her uncle's fist, met her stomach, full force. She got the wind knocked out of her. She kneeled over and felt herself gasping for breath. That was her weak spot. For some reason, her stomach was always very sensitive. She felt the vibrations of two people arguing on the floor, and heard her aunt pleading with her uncle.
"Don't hit her," She said, tears flowing down her face. "What did she do?"
"She was being disobedient," He spat at her.
"But she was just-," He smacked her across the face. She reeled back.
"What were you going to say," he whispered dangerously.
"Nothing dear, nothing," She replied.
"Good. Now get rid of this garbage, we have better things to do with our time," He snarled before he left into the parlor. Lily had got her wind back somewhat.
"WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?" Lily yelled at her aunt.
"He's just telling it like it is," She retorted.
"I DIDN'T KNOW PEOPLE MADE A LANGUAGE OUT OF FIST FIGHTING,"
"I'm surprised that you're getting mad at me, when you're the one who's only telling half the problem Lily,"
"THAT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE THERE IS ONLY HALF WORTH TELLING,"
"I'm just trying to help,-"
"SO STAND UP TO PEOPLE, DON'T LET THEM BEAT YOU DOWN,"
Her Aunt Faith sighed angrily. "You know, what little information you have told me about your life, you have had great advice, now here is some of mine. Follow your advice for once," she said before storming out of the kitchen. Lily stormed out of the house, and sat on the bench in front of her lawn.
Thirteen year old Lily sat in that exact same spot, remembering that day. She loved her bench. She had thought a lot about what her aunt said, and finally decided to take her up on her advice. She smiled, not a smirk or a grimace, but an I'm happy smile. She wasn't going to take it any more. Lily hadn't cried once in her life, she just tried not to make her injuries a big deal, and she wasn't going to start now. But her uncle, who was like the spawn of Satan, couldn't even compare to what she went through with her father. And her mother, oh no. don't even get her started on that subject.
Lily was brought out of her revere, when she heard her name being screamed over and over again by her guardians. She had learned to just tune them out but this time, it seemed serious. Then she heard her uncle say 'can't afford it,' and decided to check it out.
She opened up the front door to find her guardians yelling back and forth. 'Can't have been arguing long, otherwise Aunt Faith would be bruised beyond belief.' She thought.
"Lily, you're not going to that freak school," her uncle said.
"Why?" She asked sharply.
"We can't afford it," he replied hotly.
"You are some of the richest people in this god forsaken country, and you're telling me you can't afford it," she asked,
"Watch your mouth b*&%^," he growled.
"I'd like to see you try and make me."
He walked over to her, his hand raised. She threaded her two arms around his raised hand and pulled downwards. There was a resounding crack and his arm fell limp. He gasped. Then he raised his purpled head.
"Go pack some clothes, NOW," Lily yelled at her aunt. She followed her orders like a house-elf. Lily looked back down at her uncle and gave him an upper cut to the chin. He fell to the floor with a loud thump.
"Hey Tom, do you have a room," Lily gasped at the Leaky cauldron inn bartender.
"Yes I do, room 13, please follow me," he smiled his toothless smile before leading them up to their room. "'Ere's your keys, misses," he said before giving them both a key. Two hours later, they were sitting in front of the window, watching the rain fall in sheets.
Out of the silence, Lily asked "When am I going to learn?"
"Why?" her aunt asked.
"Because I'm tired of hating," she said.
"When will you feel the burn?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired of waiting," she said.
"We need to get out of there for good,"
"Where will we live?"
"It's time you learn the ways of the magical," Lily said with a smile.
"Can we start trying to be friends?" Aunt Faith asked.
"Nothing would make me happier," Lily replied.