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Still 8 years later
Chapter 9: Unfortunate Events
Lillian
I was half way though my fourth year of schooling with Heather. My dad was still fighting cancer, but I hadn't seen him in six months.
He was ashamed of what he looked like and wanted us to remember him as what he had use to look like, not what he had become.
Heather kept Petunia and I preoccupied so we didn't have much time to think about him.
Heather and I went out one Saturday and she pointed out her latest crush to me. His name was Duncan Finnigan and he worked part-time as a waiter in a café to help him pay for his college fees.
The only problem was, she pointed out, was that he was a muggle. She didn't plan to tell him that she was a witch though. Well, at least not yet.
When we returned home, we knew something was wrong. My mother had locked herself in her room and was crying and screaming uncontrollably.
My sister, who was always a fussy and petite eater, was stuffing her face with chocolate ice cream.
We ran up to my mothers room, where we did the Alohomora Charm, and rushed in and immediately tried to calm her down.
Heather sent me into the bathroom to get a wet face cloth. When I returned, Heather instantly took it from me and squeezed it over the top of my mother's head.
Her hair and face were, at once, drenched in the water and she stopped and spluttered and calms down a fair deal.
Heather went to lay down on the bed and dragged my mother down with her and hugged her. Mum was still sobbing quietly and started muttering things as well.
I leant down, so my ear was practically touching her lips so I could hear her muttering.
"He's gone! He's gone! The love of my life is gone"
I sit up so suddenly, its as if I had received an electric shock. I look at Heather and she nods.
I jump up and run out of my mother's room. I pushed past Petunia with her ice cream, who seemed to be trying to ears drop.
I kept running till I reached my bedroom and ran and jumped onto my bed and cried and cried my heart out into my pillow.
Ok, I know. I was 14 but I had lost my father so I can cry into my pillow!
I stayed there for an hour, just crying and crying and eventually cried myself to sleep. Sometime later, Heather had come into my room and was rubbing and patting me on my back.
She urged me to get up and have something to eat, even if it was chocolate (as that was my weakness food), but I refused.
I stayed in my room till the day of the funeral. I hadn't anything to wear as I refused to go shopping as it would mean I would of had to have left my room.
In the end, I choose one out of a catalogue and Heather Apparated to the muggle shopping center and bought it for me.
I survived the funeral without crying though my mother didn't achieve the same results. Petunia and I spent the whole time with Heather, trying to support mum and made sure she didn't break down.
For the next year I was mainly teaching myself my magic. Heather showed me how to do the spells and left me to practice as she was more then my tutor now. She was family.
She cooked, helped mum clean and looked after Petunia and I. My father's death hit my mother hard and although it had been a few months since his death, she was still mourning.
It took around 9 months, but our family, Mum, Petunia, Heather and me, Lillian (or Lily as I'm known as now), got back to a normal family. Well, as normal as a family with two witches in it.
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