Disclaimer:

I have just realized that I have never put one of these, so if you didn't know , I regretfully do not own any of the characters(or personalities) you recognize, J.K. Rowling does. I am sadly not she. If I was , I would not be here , writing this mediocre story , I would be laughing at my numerous groopies lackingthe intelegence necesary to figure out the last of the horcruxes.

Without further ado , the much requestedsnorts, Third Chapter...

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

Lily levitated her trunk to the station floor, glaring at her shiny reflection, she couldn't believe she had been reminded to do so by Danny, Ms. Ignorance is the Motto 1977 , ridiculous. While scolding herself , she failed to notice Danny standing behind her with a slightly amused grin meshed with severe annoyance ,

"Ms. Ignorance…. I can't seem to recall...what?" she stuttered angrily , Danny stuttered when angry , and glared shamelessly when furious.

"Um….." Lily resembled a fish out of water , eyes widened and mouth agape "….you love me?" she managed to say.

"You better hope so…." Danny hissed viciously "but I do fortunately…. mark my words it will save you someday…. You may quote me" she addressed a wondering , gaping second year lingering among them .

Lily let out a relived sigh , letting Danny clap her roughly on the back as revenge.

"So…Switzerland" she said after an awkward silence , they were waiting for their parents.

"Yup"

"No English"

"Yup"

"No tea"

"Yup"

"No Clash"

"Yup"

"No Sirius"

"Sadly" then catching herself "…um …I mean ..yup"

There was a small portion of a second where Lily relished Danny's beet-like countenance so unlike her usual and so familiar to her own in embarrassment, then burst out laughing.

"Finally!" Lily exclaimed "You admit it verbally! After all the years of longing glances and anonymous letters torn and burnt , you said it!"

"Shut it Lilers" Danny whined "just…pretend this moment never happened…better yet , this moment never actually happened " she whispered moving her hands in a very good imitation as their Divination teacher , Mrs. Imanut , and taking her wand out in the process.

Laughing , Lily pointed at Danny's wand and said , "Now , do you really want another underage-warning on your record, besides , I would like to keep this memory , thank you very much" she finished with a snap.

"Ahh, ruddy memory charm anyway , never actually mastered the technique without obliterating some part of childhood memories"

" Even more of a reason to put your wand away" she play glared at her friend.

" Danielle Gertrude Weasley!" a unusually roaring voice screamed " You put that wand away!"

"Hello Bea…ahh … Mum" Danielle muttered , beet-like countenance returning, while making sure her wand darted at unimaginable speeds into her inner robe pocket.

Mrs.Weasley strutted up to her daughter, not in the least perturbed by her much more developed height and crushed in a bone-cracking hug.

"Oh dear!" Mrs.Weasley mumbled through her daughters' robe "We've missed you!"

"Mum…." She whined disbelievingly , eyes darting left and right , checking whose childhood memory she would have to obliterate before sundown .

"Fine , fine dear" Mrs.Weasley obliged prying herself from Danny's now tangled clothing , only to open the way for her husbands quick but effective show of affection.

"Oh hello Lily Dear" she said beaming , enveloping her in a quick cheek kiss and hug with less vigor than her daughter's but enough to leave Lily breathless.

"Hello Mrs.Weasley, Mr.Weasley, It's been far too long" Lily replied after catching an easy breath.

"It's Bea and Edgar, how many times must I repeat it dear?" she smiled kindly

"Apparently once more, Mrs.Weasley…Bea" Lily said uncomfortably

Bea laughed and shook her head , " So sorry about the summer Dear, with all the fuss in Molly's family ... the wedding and all .. then them just leaving and taking her with them …we just needed some alone time with the family …not that we don't love you like family , dear…you understand? And then all the ….trouble"

Suddenly there was rich laugher "Bea , sweetums, you are ranting " he stated matter-a-fact-ly " I'm sure Lily understands, probably wants to spend more time with her family, either-way , she knows she is welcome at our home … no need to overreact" he finished with a look at Lily , as if seeking approval.

"Of course" Lily said " My parents are very glad I am staying home this summer…what with Voldemort and all.." she said assuring.

Bea squealed , while Mr.Weasley blanched "D-don't say his name dearie.." he stuttered , looking about , checking if anyone had heard besides his shocked to hysterics daughter and wife.

Lily apologized, not having meant to scare them with her bravery-antics , she hadn't approved of the you-know-who bit when it had begun a few years back , she wasn't about to start now, although she felt bad about having run Mrs. Weasley to a restroom break.

She shifted her feat uneasily , drooping her trunk in the process , casing a flurry legion of doves to sprout out of it in their effort to escape. Lily attracted quite a few of incredulous stares as she ran screaming in a circle while avoiding the now furious winged white rats in their effort to "Dive! Dive! Dive!".

Mr.Weasley banished the murderous doves and while tending Lily his hand asked "Do you need a transport, we can walk you to the Leaky Cauldron , it's the closest Floo Station , you can Floo to …well the closets station to your home there" he finished kindly

Lily shook her head and answering Danny's confused look she said "Transfiguration Summer Project"

"Damn You!" Danny yelled outrageously "I haven't even been able to decipher the title of that chapter!"

Lily chuckled .

Once having waved her last good-byes to the Weasleys, she was left with her own troubling thoughts.

Where are Mum and Dad?

Mr. and Mrs. Evans were perfectly punctual , one of the things they most loved about Hogwarts was it's transport's most unusual un-tardiness. They were usually the first ones waving their love to Lily when she left for school and ALWAYS the first to kiss her rosy cheeks when home. It was a ritual , almost tradition . Usually.

Today , they where nowhere in line of sight , or beyond , she wagered.

Lily bit her lower lip. She half expected to hear a lone star westerns theme play on the tattered speakers and those large , dust-bunny looking things to roll by patiently. The platform was nearly abandoned.

With some cynical exceptions.

"LOOK AT YOU!" screeched a booming and unbelievingly amiable voice "You are gorgeous!" the woman screeched again "Right Frank dear ? He looks gorgeous?"

"Um…-"

"YOU DO!" then she seemed largely annoyed "Don't look at me like that little JAMMY, YOU LOOK GORGEOUS TOO!" she was screeching once more.

"Mum, Must you change your name for me every time we see each other!" a voice chocked out , whether from lack of air , or overdose of embarrassment, Lily wasn't sure.

"Of course, Jammy!" she boomed incredulously " I have no idea what I was considering when I named you James"

Lily felt the sincere need to crawl spy-like to the position the Potters , for she was now sure that it was the Potters she had been so blatantly eagle eying .

After five minutes of trying to casually tumble upon their conversation from a nearby bench , Lily succeeded. The woman was incredibly beautiful , for all her softened curves, she wore a shameless plum dress and comfy heels, and for all her famed prudent ways , in the five minutes Lily had sat observing the woman , she had smacked her lips at her husband more times than tripped on her heels, needless to say , enough times. The most comical thing about the woman , besides the vibrant dress and personality , was her seamless jet-black hair that reached her shoulders, the irony was such that Lily snorted into her conjured newspaper and sent the equally conjured sun-glasses flying to a near senior's strawberry smoothie.

"What about that girl hun?" the conversation drifted

Lily tried to bury herself under her newspaper in a panic.

"What hun? I cant hear you if you talk so low!" Lily was now in a run-to-survive mode and in the rush , left her newspaper to fend for itself, which , obviously , was followed by a breeze and a maniacal attempt to recover the hovering pages.

"Over there? Where?" Mrs. Potter did a turn on her plum heels Lily would have marveled at ,had she not been sprawled across the lustrous floor in search of missing conjured pages. Which of course caused Mrs. Potter to click her heels to Lily's 'clever' observing perch closely followed by her husband , a giggling Sirius and a curiously scarlet James.

"Yoooooo Hoooo!" the woman yelled across the platform, turning to her husband beside her and whispering "I've always wanted to do that"

Lily tried unsuccessfully to scrape herself off the gleaming floor, her ancient footwear unable to grasp the concept of balance. She also tried to ignore the lovely woman's frantic waving hands that grew by the passing millisecond.

"Darling!"

"Excuse me?" Lily asked perplexed.

"You are Lily of course?" it was not completely a question , more of an unquestionable authority.

"Yes" she replied shortly , her fire-headed temper heating her brain.

"How could I not know you after all these years!" the lovely woman screeched laughing , turning on her plum heels to glare at her scarlet son "why haven't I met her after all these years?" she asked him , clearly annoyed.

With the force a mighty god would have been proud of, Lily hauled herself off the tiles, then stood and blinked. That woman has mood swings stronger than a pregnant man, she thought then hastily added in her thoughts , I speculate.

"Mum….." James whined .

Sirius , having been ignored for the past interactions , felt the need to add

" Yes mumsies dear , I can't let Tiger-Lily , know my deepest secret (that has been circling in social circles , so is not really a secret). The secret that has captiva-"

Suddenly Sirius found himself meeting James good acquaintance conveniently attached to his arm, Mister Fist-y (pronounced 'feisty' for those un vulnerable to this inescapable wit.)

"JAMMY!" Mr. Potter screamed outraged.

"Dad?"

Mrs. Potter carelessly took her pocketed wand and waved it in front of her almost-adoptive son's 'gorgeous' nose (now resembling a pile of red fruit cake your grandmother sat on ) and muttered simple healing charms. His nose was restored.

"No need to fuss….." she trailed off , now looking at a smiling Lily curiously.

"Oh thank Merlin!" Sirius kneeled and crawled to Mrs. Potters' plum dress hem ," Bless You ! May the wise wizards of time look down upon you in admiration…" he quickly let go of her dress hem at a ferocious glare , from behind her , Mr. Potter blew her a hidden kiss.

Lily almost puked , no , she could feel the bile climbing up her throat, luckily keeping it down with sheer force of will.

Sirius turned on James , punching him in between the eyes

"OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWWWW!" James screamed grappling his glasses and nose .

Then hurled himself on the handsome teenager wearing the arrogant smirk.

While the monkeys battled and babbled , The Potters turned to the examination of a certain Lily Evans.

"So….." Mr. Potter began

"My name is Harriet, pleased to meet you" Mrs. Potter stated , grabbing Lily's face and planting confident kisses on each rosy cheek.

"She smells good" she addressed her husband after releasing Lily.

"That's good" he replied mischievously , rubbing his palms together.

For the first time Lily noticed his maroon eyes, chocolate , even , James eyes.

"Erm….thanks?" Lily said "I'm glad I met you" she added compulsively , smiling unconfidently.

"Us too dear, It's been terribly dismal, not knowing you I mean…" Mrs. Potter said

Mr. Potter nodded vigorously , "We could never join in conversations , always Evans this , Lily that , annoying really ,even Sirius got tired of it , now that's an accomplishment , getting on ol'Sirius-ly's nerves , I think I'll give James an award" He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

Lily laughed , "Certainly is , something of a record , I would venture to sayyou should pay him a small fortune just to do it again" she chuckled .

" A sense of humor present too" Mrs. Potter said quietly , looking Lily over "this one's not so bad" she added with a friendly smile .

"Excuse me " Mr. Potter said suddenly .

"Where is he…." Lily started to say , then laughed when she saw that he was calling James over and taking out his wallet.

Her gaze swept over the platform , still no parents .

" Mrs. Potter…." She said cautiously "I must go , my parents….." she trailed off , looking pathetically about at the abandoned platform " I have to go home , they will be worried.

"S'awright dearie , I'll call Jammy so you two can say g'bye , it was a pleasure" she said kissing her cheek amiably looking into her eyes. She had merry eyes, blue , their gleam so familiar to her sons'.

Lily looked down to her grimy toe, it was poking out of her ancient shoe ,mocking in their sheer disgusting appearance to the comfy plum heel , how ironically superficial , she thought.

After an awkward two minutes of embarrassing chatter, and an incredulously fake hug (okay so it was a guilt hug but , whose keeping record?), she ruffled his jet-black hair so un-like his mother's and turned to run through the barrier.

Echoes of the retreating scarlet engine and the

"G'bye Lily-kins!"

"Take Care DARLING!"

"Don't forget to Floo!"

"Next year's a new year Eva-Lily!"

Chased her through the barrier.

Petunia threw a fit again, she fumed it's the only way.

She's thrown fits before, her ever-rational portion of mind argued.

Well it doesn't matter because it bloody well stopped them now!

She stomped her foot causing a few glances to take her into consideration , muttering to herself , red-faced and ….was that an OWL!

Lily finally realized that Magnolia (her midnight black owl ) was becoming quite agitated in her conjured silver cage , and that she was attracting un-helping attention.

Stupid prat she returned her thoughts to her deranged sister.

Mum and Dad must think I can go home alone she thought logically, who am I to prove them wrong?

Lily pushed at the clear glass doors framing the exit of Kings Cross , more than a little worried with her reasoning. Hauling the trolley she had sneakily stolen from under the conductor's perturbing nose, she crossed the wide London street. The blindingly rouge bus stop was relatively empty , with the exception of two elderly tourists completely oblivious to their location , they were furiously arguing over an almost monumental-sized map of London , which Lily thanked , because they barely spared her a glance over the peaked edge .

When the similarly inflamed double -decker bus tardily arrived , Lily let out a frustrated-relived sort-of sigh , her nerves seemed to be wrapping around her spinal cord, causing her to walk like she had a pole stuck up her ass. The driver didn't feel any amiable feelings towards Lily , because , when she had regretfully let her stolen trolley go , the driver had felt the need to appear in it's way , sadly crushing his pinky toe to a pulp. When she had managed to get Magnolia and her trunk in the bus ( she was by no chance receiving any help from the vengeful driver) the man had huffed and ignored her , which was therefore a good omen for her since he ignored she had to pay a bus-fare as well.

She sat and shifted her feet, then tapped them , crossed and uncrossed her arms, finally deciding to leave them lifelessly hanging, only to start humming a Kinks song she didn't know the words to. She was nervous, beyond nervous , it surpassed paranoia to the point of frenzy . Lily had a nagging feeling something was wrong , terribly faulty. Furthermore there was a nastily bitter taste in the back of her throat , she thought perhaps it was the aftereffects of nearly hurling at the loving attitude the Potter's showed , but she realized that it had been there since the morning. Her chest felt heavy , as if a couple of frogs had determined to make it their permanent home. She drew a ragged breath , realizing with awe that she'd been crying , and that she'd failed miserably in keeping all attention from herself. What a picture she made, a humming , flame-haired teenager hysterically crying and twitching.

Although it brought no comfort , she sighed when she saw the familiar cottages of Little Whinging, somehow she'd thought the double-decker would never make it to Surrey. Lily got off with a energy-lacking hop and tripped , much to the amusement of the vengeful driver and the annoyance of Magnolia , whom flapped her wings inside her cage ferociously. She'd have to walk a couple of blocks to arrive at her second home ( Hogwarts was her first) safely , but Lily didn't mind. She hurriedly rushed past the new constructions where her demented sister and fiancé had purchased a gleaming home (not built yet) , landing her on the front pavement of her first home.

Lily loved her home , in her opinion ( which was indubitably the only one that mattered ) it was the most distinctly stereotypical English cottage ever constructed, down to the English herb garden and the white iron patio furniture(she was convinced her parents had made it so that a witch would never have seemed to habituate there). When she looked at her glistening oak door , she felt home , though she also found that her paranoia had been justified , for the gleaming oak door was splinters.

Lily was sure she felt her trunk and cage slip her grasp , though she did nothing about it then , while she walked the path to her home. A thick dark air created a barrier at the doorway , making her already shaky footsteps falter a bit .She continued.

Something stained her mother's peach walls , while she did know what the crimson liquid was , she refused to accept it , she felt that if she did , no force in magic or nature could control her bile. The stench was almost infuriating in it's intensity , Lily was disgusted. She questioned her rationale , coming into a home obviously vandalized, but it never went past questioning , her footsteps didn't cease. The hallway was narrow, narrower than she recalled , and ended in a minute white door . She almost laughed at the obvious dramatics , but she didn't , couldn't. They were there , behind the small white door, she could tell by the increasing amount of crimson and scorch marks on the peach walls even though she could not tell whom 'they' were.

Lily stopped just in front of the door , so close her nose brushed against the painted wood , perhaps because she wanted to check if there was any sounds , radiating heat maybe, she knew better though. She was a Gryffindor , so was no coward, but Lily was deathly terrified , and that was no small feat.

The golden handle was the coldest thing she had ever laid a hand on , she wondered to herself if she was imagining it , and could not honestly give an answer. Lily stood , erect , in front of the white door with the ornate frozen handle, waiting for sound. Perhaps a whiff of a song her mother used to murmur in her ear before sleep conquered her. Nothing came. Waiting for smell. Perhaps a small inhale of her father's thick gray blue smoke whom he hated and adored simultaneously . So she stood , for many long moments knowing all and feeling none . In the cellar of her num air , she knew what happened , she was unfortunately no fool, the green glow that escaped the crack of the white door was too disturbing to ignore completely. But , she was num and her feet rooted, while her mind wandered carelessly.

Lily grasped the frigid handle , and felt the sting enrapture her long crooked fingers, then turned it. When she opened the door , she saw what she needed. Lily saw the dark mark , it's green glow , omnipresent evil, she felt it wrap her in it's putrid air, it's hatred. How well it did it's job , her mind commented. Lily felt a sliver of fear pierce through the num fog .

She did not need to see her mum's dear old face and distorted body to know it was there, laying ,waiting. She did not need to see the pipe that lay by a charred mound that should have been closer to her father's shoulders, to know that she would never smell his sweet and tangy scent again.

She closed the door carefully , un-disturbing, then crookedly made her way to the front of the hallway and sat on the bottom step, watching with meek interest as her entrails escaped her mouth. After the retching sounds slipped away as if they never existed , the homely-no-longer cottage was filled from attic to cellar in an eerie silence.

Which was disturbed only by the creaking of Lily's favorite step.

"Somehow I knew you would come , Ms.Evans"

AN: OOOOOOOOO cliffie , hehehehehe, I am evil-one-kanobe, wow that was soooooo corny , oh poo , how ever shall I live? Well, don't murder me faithful readers (hahahaha , I only have like two that abandoned me after I failed to update) I promise to kill your curiositys (yes I know I spelled that wrong) soon enough, snorts

Ciao! (oh by the way , reviews are acceptable , and anyone that can enlighten me on the term 'beta' is welcome to)

your loveable,

Evil-One-Kanobe