The Houses Competition (or THC)

House: Gryffindor

Class: Transfiguration

Category: Drabble

Prompt(s) chosen.: [Food] Pumpkin Spice Latte

Word Count: 896

Disclaimers/triggers (which would make it a high T - abuse, non-canon death): Mild language towards the end.

Beta(s): Purple (thepurplewombat), Copper's Mama

"Lily! Petunia! Come on, I have brought a special treat!" their father, Aster Evans called out. Lily and Petunia looked up from their painting and towards the stairs.

"Special treat?" Petunia asked as her eyes glittered at the thought of the wonderful food their father often brought home.

"Think so," Lily replied as her emerald green eyes became full of mischief. "Remember the last time...?"

She had put a mud ball in Petunia's exquisite looking seafood. The look on Petunia's face was priceless. Lily still burst into laughter every time she remembered it even though it happened about a month ago.

Petunia frowned playfully as she tried to shove Lily off the bed and said, "Don't think that I won't take revenge on you!"

Lily laughed, her bright eyes full of happiness and said, "Of course, 'Tuney. I wouldn't expect any less." Then, before Petunia could retort, Lily had already jumped from their bed and made her way to the kitchen.

"What is it, Dad?" Lily asked as she tried to look at the package. It was most likely a drink.

"Yeah, Dad. What is it?" Petunia asked as she came down the stairs and joined Lily in spectaculating.

"Something I'm sure you will like," was their father's vague answer.

"Come on, Aster. Don't keep us waiting!" their mother, Jacqueline Evans, said.

Aster simply chuckled as he kissed his wife—which prompted Lily and Petunia to make disgusted sounds—and opened the package. Lily was right. It was some sort of drink.

"What is it, Dad?" Petunia asked as she took one of the cups to inspect.

"This is called pumpkin spice latte. Believe me, you all will love it!" Aster said enthusiastically.

All of them sat on their respective chairs and grabbed a cup of the pumpkin spice latte. Petunia and Jacqueline ooh'ed and ahh'ed and commented at the taste. But, when Lily took a sip of the supposedly delicious drink, she spat out the drink and slammed the cup on the table a bit harder than necessary.

"What is it, Lily?" Jacqueline asked worriedly.

"It tastes horrible! I don't know how you are drinking this!" Lily wailed.

Aster frowned as he said, "But mine tastes brilliant. Maybe it's one of your 'strange incidents'?"

The 'strange incidents' were just that—strange and out of control. It only happened around Lily and there seemed no restrictions on what she could do. The only thing they figured out was the fact these 'strange incidents' only happened when she was experiencing some strong emotions.

The Snape boy next-door told her that she was a witch which she had thought was an insult. After all, witches had great warts, black cats and brooms. They performed gross rituals at the dead of the night, worshipped Satan and flew around on broomsticks every full moon. Lily was none of those!

Lily shook her head. She could feel something whenever one of those happened. She wasn't feeling anything now, except disgust for the drink.

"Lily," her father started placatingly, "Why don't you take another sip from my cup? Here, go on. Have a sip." He started walking towards her.

She didn't want to drink it! She didn't! Why didn't anyone understand that it tasted horrible? It-it was coppery and liquidy and gross. Lily knew it wasn't blood because it would change the color of the drink but still, she didn't want to drink it! Take that away from her. She didn't want to drink it!

Lily covered her mouth with her hand and started walking backwards as her father advanced towards her. A steady stream of 'don't' left her mouth as she started to hyperventilate. Lily didn't know why she was acting like that. In normal cases, she would brush it off and drink from her parents' cup. But, it wasn't normal.

"Lil—"

"NO!" she shouted as something within her erupted out of her body and threw her father into the table where his hands and back got severely injured by the glass shards. Before this, none of her 'strange incidents' had ever been dangerous. The worst thing she had done was change her classmate's hair to hot pink. And that was only because she was being a bully. Lily was horrified at what she had done and looked at her hands as though they were foreign to her.

"Lily?" her mother asked softly as though it were an everyday occurrence to see your husband flying and getting injured. The bully was right, she was a freak. An abomination of nature.

Her mother started coming towards her as her sister sat, petrified. Lily snapped back to her senses and shouted "NO!" and snatched her hands to herself.

"Lily—" Jacqueline started.

But Lily didn't pay any attention to her and ran away to her room, crying. She locked the door behind her and didn't come out for the rest of the day. She spent her time crying, calling herself a freak and promising that she would talk to the Snape boy on how to control her freakish abilities.

No one knew that Petunia had mixed some acrylic paint to take her revenge for the last prank. She didn't know that it would go horribly.

It was five years before any of them knew about magic and that it reacted very badly to any synthetic component in the wielder's system, causing them to go into a frenzy.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed the story. Have a wonderful day/night.