"What are we waiting for?" Lilly asked as she and Peter Pettigrew sat on the cold dirt. It was the next night, and they were back in the graveyard. Peter was holding the baby-like creature that she was to call father.
"Patience," her father said.
"What if Harry doesn't take the cup." Peter whined.
"Hush." The bundle rasped.
"It's cold." Lilly complained.
"Wormtail give her your cloak." The creature snarled.
"But I'm cold." Peter huffed.
"Give her your cloak!"
Grumbling, Peter wrapped his cloak around Lilly.
"Why are you called Wormtail?" Lilly asked.
"Silence." The creature rasped.
And so they sat in silence. Lilly fidgeted often, but not as much as Peter who was holding the bundle that was her father.
Finally something happened. Two people appeared out of nowhere, and they were holding a trophy cup. Peter jumped up carrying the bundle. Lilly rose more slowly as she stared at the two figures. They were teenage boys and they were looking around the graveyard confused and a little scared.
"Kill the spare." Her father rasped. Peter cast a spell and one of the boys flew in the air and landed. The other was holding his head and kneeling. Then Peter dragged the kneeling boy and tied him to a headstone.
"You!" The boy gasped. He struggled with the ropes as peter tightened them at the back of the headstone.
"What's going on?" Lilly asked as she slowly walked over.
"Stay back." Peter said, pointing to the other side of the grave yard.
"Lilly?" The boy stuttered.
Lilly stared at him blankly.
"Lilly what's going on, where are we?" The boy asked again.
Lilly shook her head. The boy tried to say something else but Peter stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth.
Lilly stood for a minute staring quizzically at the boy.
"Help me with this cauldron." Peter called. Lilly hurried to Peter and helped him drag a large cauldron that was big enough for a grown man to sit in, closer to the boy. It was extremely heavy because it was full of water.
Then Wormtail began to light a fire underneath it, and Lilly returned to staring at the boy. She couldn't see the colour of his eyes, but there was an indentation, like a scar, on his forehead. He looked hurt, and he was staring right back at her with the same quizzical expression.
"Hurry." The creature snapped.
"It is ready Master." Peter said. The water in the cauldron was alight and sparks shot out from it.
"Now…" the creature said.
Lilly watched Peter drop her father into the cauldron; she could hear strangled yells and moans coming from the boy behind her. She was confused and she was beginning to get scared. Then Peter did some strange ritualistic things, he lifted a bone from the ground and let it fall into the cauldron, he cut off his hand and dropped it in and then he cut the boy's arm with a dagger and took the boys blood in a phial and tipped it into the cauldron. As each ritual began she took a large step away, until finally she was at the other end of the graveyard, near the other boy's dead body, watching from a distance. The glinting cup the boys had been holding was a few yards from her.
Sparks emitted from the cauldron, the water turned white and steam billowed from the surface and slowly the outline of a man rose out of the cauldron. Her father was reborn.
The first thing her father did was to examine his arms and hands. He touched his chest and his face, as though reassuring himself they were there. Then he turned around and Lilly gasped. Her father did not look like a man. In fact he looked like his pet snake that was slithering around the graveyard.
"Come give your father a hug." He said. His voice was not raspy, but cold and deadly.
Lilly hesitated.
"Anne Slytherin! Come give your father a hug!"
Slowly Lilly crept to him and trembling slightly she embraced him. As he came in closer she shivered. The boy tied to the headstone tried to break free of his restraints and he was moaning more loudly and shaking his head. Lilly stepped back from her father and stared at the boy.
"This, my dear is Harry Potter." Her father said.
Lilly stared at the boy with no recognition.
Peter was shaking and whimpering. Her father bent over Peter and touched his arm with his wand.
"How many will be brave enough to come?" Lilly's father muttered to himself.
"What is going on?" Lilly asked in a small voice.
"This boy is our enemy." Her father replied pointing to the boy.
"But he's just a teenager." Lilly said.
"He was a great threat to me, he is the reason why I look like this."
Lilly stared at Harry with wide eyes.
"He is the reason why I am no longer handsome, why I had to resort to a half life, why I must now be regenerated with the bones of my father." Lilly's father spat on the ground, then he began to speak directly to the boy, who was called Harry Potter
Lilly watched Harry's reaction. It seemed as though every time her father stopped to pause or to take a breath, Harry would struggle as though he wanted to speak. But he was still tied and gagged and could barely make a sound.
After awhile figures began appearing in the graveyard. They were men dressed in long robes and wearing terrifying masks. They formed a circle and Lilly cowered behind her father. The men kissed her father, grovelled at his feet, while he spoke to each one in turn. Mostly he was unhappy with their conduct towards him since his demise. And then he turned to Peter who was slumped on the ground and holding his severed hand.
"You helped me return to my body, Wormtail, I shall reward you." Lilly's father said and then he conjured a new hand in the hair, that was silver in colour and it attached to the stump that was Peter's arm. And finally he turned to Harry and began to tell them of his journey, from his time in the Albanian forest to the moment that he had been reborn. Lilly listened in, but the story confused her and more than once her glance fell on Harry. Some of the story rang in the back of her mind like a bell, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
When he was finished telling his story, he turned to Harry and performed the Cruciatus curse. Suddenly a surge of fear and anger swept through Lilly's body.
"No, Stop!" She shouted.
Her father stopped the curse and turned to her. His eyes were mere slits. The robed-men were staring at her and muttering.
"Ahh, I did not introduce you to my daughter." Her father said. "Why did you stop me?"
"Because he's just a boy." Lilly whispered.
"Wormtail, give Harry his wand."
Peter hesitated, then untied Harry and gave him the wand.
"Stand over there with the others, Anne." Her father said as he faced Harry.
"Anne? Lilly what are you doing here?" Harry shouted.
"She has returned to her true father, Potter."
"Lilly…he is not your father." Harry cried. Lilly stared at him puzzled. Peter took hold of her arm and dragged her over to the side.
"Lilly, you are my sister…whatever they have done to you, you can fight it."
"Silence." Lilly's father shouted. Lilly stared at Harry shaking her head.
"Lilly you are my sister…"
"Fight me Potter. Fight me like a man."
Lilly watched as Harry and her Father faced each other. Her father forced Harry to bow and then quite suddenly he performed the Cruciatus curse on Harry again.
Harry stumbled around screaming. Lilly didn't like the thought of how much pain Harry was feeling, even if he was her father's enemy.
"Stop, stop." She cried but her voice wasn't loud enough to drown out the robed-men's cheering, her father's shouting or Harry's grunts and moans. And so she watched in fear and growing apprehension as her father played and tortured Harry who stumbled around and tried to hide behind the headstones.
Finally Harry stood tall and just as her father shouted an incantation, Harry spoke as well. Two strands of light burst from both their wands and met in the middle.
The robed-men began screaming and calling to their master. They tried to get closer but the wand-lights had created a dome barrier. Lilly took a few steps closer to see what was happening, but Peter took hold of her hand and wouldn't let her move. She watched her father struggle with the boy called Harry. The beads of light went back and forth between the wands. At one stage it looked like her father would win as the light slid closer to Harry's wand. But slowly the light got pushed closer and closer to her father's side and it seemed that Harry was the stronger opponent.
As the first bead of light made contact with her father's wand, Lilly was staring at Harry. Harry's face was screwed up in concentration. She was sure she had seen him before but she couldn't figure out where. But then her attention was distracted as Ghostly figures began to escape from her father's wand. First it was Peter's hand, and then the teenage boy who Peter had killed at the beginning, and then an old man and a young witch. Then lastly, a witch with long hair, and a wizard wearing glasses and who looked uncannily like Harry burst out. Lilly stared at the ghostly figures with a furrowed brow. She felt like she was in a dream.
"James?" Peter whimpered beside her. As he said it, Lilly's heart leapt into her throat. Another bead of light made contact with her father's wand and suddenly memories rushed back into Lilly's mind.
And there was her brother, surrounded by her ghostly parents.
Lilly jumped up. But Wormtail was still holding onto her. He was distracted though as he was watching Voldemort. She cast a spell and Wormtail flew several meters away. Not waiting to see if he was alright she ran towards the domed light.
"Harry!" She called.
Voldemort heard her shouting and he looked around, and during the distraction Harry disconnected his wand and the ghostly forms pounced on Voldemort. Harry hadn't heard Lilly and he ran towards Cedrics body.
"Harry!" Lilly shouted.
Harry stopped just as he reached Cedric and looked up.
"Harry wait." Lilly shouted, "they made me forget…."
"Lilly, hurry up." Harry shouted.
Lilly was only a few yards away, when Wormtail had regained his momentum.
"Lilly, hurry!" Harry shouted.
But Wormtail had raised his wand and he shouted a spell and ropes bound themselves around Lilly. She stumbled face first.
"Lilly?" Harry shouted. He had to get a move on, Deatheaters were coming in fast. Voldemort had gotten rid of the ghostly figures and was coming after him.
Lilly was lying down. She could see that Harry was preparing to go after her.
"Harry, stop, just go." She shouted.
"But Lilly." He said, he had taken a step away from Cedrics body.
"Go, you can't save me." Lilly shouted.
"But you're my sister." Angry tears had welled up in Harry's eyes.
"I'm sorry Harry." Lilly mumbled, "go, please."
Harry stared at Lilly's pathetic form, and then he was suddenly aware of a Deatheater who jumped over Lilly and sprinted towards him.
"Oh Lilly…" Harry muttered before he summoned the cup and he, with Cedrics body, disappeared from the graveyard.