Here it was, the day that Lily never thought would come. Over the years she had begun to lose hope. It wasn't like she was planning for him to be caught, but she stopped telling herself that she would defend him if he was. She sat in a pew at the back of the court, her eyes never leaving her hands. Her therapist had advised her not to come, she was told that it could potentially cause a trigger in her progress. She told her mum she wanted to come. Her mother didn't simile, but she didn't argue, she rarely did these days. Lily wondered if her actions had irreversibly damaged the bonds with her family. Her brothers never shared jokes with her any more.

Then his voice called out, as if it was almost pleading: "Lily flower," Lily raised her head. "Tell them. Tell them you enjoyed it. I gave you options, didn't I? You did enjoy our special time, Angel, didn't you?"

"Mr Potter!" A voice that she assumed was her father's lawyer. "You're not helping your case!"

"It doesn't matter, does it- If it's-"

Lily watched her mother turn to her lawyer. Her lawyer cut across her father. "It does not matter! Having sex with a child under the age of 18 as a grown man is against the UK law, in Wizarding Britain that age is 17. And may I remind you, sir, it were the Aurors that caught you in the act when she was 15!"

Her father looked to his lawyer. His father's lawyer stared at the other lawyer and Lily's mother on the other side. Lily's mother breathed in deeply without saying a word.

To be truthful, if she was younger, Lily wouldn't know. The line when she was younger felt blurred. She did know many girls outside her family, and they never brought it up so she didn't either. Her father told her to keep their activities a secret as "Mummy would get jealous, my little Angel". She first felt as if her father had used her to his advantage when she had returned home from school when she was 9 one summer. He had picked her up gently and put her on his lap and tickled her. His groin in his trousers had started to grow and soon became hard. That was when she felt it for the first time. She found it strange, usually, her Daddy was soft and never hard. She had questioned him, and he told her that it was 'his little pet', that it was jealous that he was spending time with his little girl. He suggested that she moved on his lap as if to tickle the monster, after a while, he had buckled upwards covering a groan as he released into his pants. She vaguely remembered touching the damp area and him hissing slightly. He had passed that off as getting older.

When she found out that her mother was still away on Quidditch she had asked to sleep in his bed. He had agreed, saying that he would like it very much. She had had fond memories when she was much younger when the entire family slept in the bed together. She did not think of it was anything different from that. Her father had always brought her close against his chest even then. But this night was different, she was finding it harder and harder to sleep. Her father had noticed and as if it was a way to calm her, he began stroking her hair and placing small kisses on her forehead and various other facial features before finding her mouth and closing it with his own. He had soft lips. Soon tongue was involved, and his hands moved down from her hair to another patch much lower, his fingers had rested on top of the fabric of her knickers. He removed them wordlessly with magic and his lips began to place small kisses down there. She had buckled up and groaned deeply. After that, he had stopped and looked at her beaming. Lily looking back at that felt sick to her core. That night hadn't stopped there, his secret pet had reappeared in his 'big boy parts'. He asked her if she would like to stroke it, and she didn't know what else to do, so she nodded.

The next morning a similar scene had happened except this time, Lily had licked the tip, tasting pre-cum, and he had suggested that she could take all of it in her mouth. She had. His hand stroked her hair and held her head there when she wanted to move away and only let go when he had released. "That was disgusting, Daddy" She remembered saying. Her father looked back at her slightly startled, and she saw something flash in his eyes.

An evening, a couple of weeks later, when her brothers were camping out in the garden, her father suggested that they try something new. It became an activity that Lily became to know as, before she turned 14 that is, as "horse riding". When upon his release, he had flipped her around and started kissing the patch of soft hair again, dragging his tongue along - what he liked to call - the petal licking of his release and then brought his lips to hers. He had placed kisses all over her naked body, and his fingers found their way inside her.

It continued, and scenes occurred that Lily did not fully understand. Until her mind eye showed her mother came knocking on the door of her flat one summer day after she had moved out the summer when she was 16. Her therapist advises her against it, but once she took her mother along to a session and her therapist saw how glossy her mother's eyes were and how little she talked. After the session she told Lily that it was probably wise, but she would also be upping her sessions from 2 days a week to 2 more days remote. Lily's eyes caught the way her therapist looked at the scars on her mother's arms. They both shared a glance and Lily thought that there was perhaps something that her mother was not letting on.

Her mother had come to Lily's flat with a dish that her aunt had cooked. They ate in silence. It was her mother who broke it: "I'm sorry I should have seen the signs. When the boys were at Hogwarts and I was touring constantly- it's- it's all a bur. I guess part of me should have known that he would try and fulfill his greed elsewhere. But I never expected it to be our own daughter. Lily, I'm so sorry for any part I played."

She had also found out that day that her father drugged her mother with sleeping pills, skipped social and work events, that he saw other women. She told Lily that that was where she supposed he picked up everything. "He raped me too." Her mother's voice was quiet. "He'd drugged me, so I was asleep and couldn't swarm. Most mornings, in that house, I woke up with a hangover I couldn't explain, or red marks…" She closed her eyes. "It was like having Riddle in my head again."

Lily thought that she had seen her father act like this to her mother, but she had passed the feeling off as jealously, jealous that her father was with another woman - the woman that happened to be his wife.

Her mother took her hands in her own. "Lils, he used you." A silence passed between them. "When was the first time?" Her mother's voice asked.

"You don't want to know." Lily gulped staring at her tea.

"Angel-" She stopped herself. "Lily-Lu?"

Lilly closed her eyes. "I was 9. It was mostly just 'foreplay' I think you call it. But um. It was vaginal the same year, when-when Albie and James went camping and I didn't want to go. After he um- he said that it would have to become a 'routine'. He said that 'it's the closest two people can ever get'."

Her mother stared at her. "Fuck, Lils." Her breath was shaky. "I should have stayed. Let him rape me instead."

"My therapist says that it's probably some fantasy that he had- that he was what they call a pedophile. He gave me the option to stop before he started and then wouldn't stop once he was in…"

Her mother nods, her eyes prickling. "Yeah, that sounds like him."

Lily had a vague memory around three weeks later after he first raped her of him sneaking into her bedroom during the night - which became a regular occurrence before this night. He sneaked in her room usually about 4 times a week after making sure everyone else was asleep and 'pleased' himself. This night she felt him move her fingers away and replace them with his rougher ones, he had rested his nub on her 'petals' and applied pressure. She remembers humming and parting her legs slightly. She had felt him remove her knickers and ran his tongue along there. The next parts were blurry as if she had been drugged and her therapist told her calmly that she probably was, but she still felt his thrust. When she returned from the blurriness she was aware that her father was sucking her there and she involuntarily orgasmed-

"Forgive my bluntness Lily - and listen you don't have to answer - did you ever orgasm when your father performed these acts?"

"Yes, I think I did." She muttered to herself. "What is wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you. A high percentage of young girls orgasm involuntarily during rape- especially if it is someone you are expected to trust- especially if they emotionally manipulated you. It still means rape."

Her father still performed these acts, but things changed when she went to Hogwarts - which in retrospect she supposes she should be thankful for - these acts could only happen when she returned. That was until her third year when she was allowed to go to Hogsmeade. To complicate things, she got her period during the summer, and she was introduced to another one of her father's kinks: period sex. The first time she got her period, her father was the only one home, he was working. She had performed an act after her mother left in the morning. After completing it, her father purred and kissed her roughly. She found the blood when she was trying to wash her mouth with soap. No matter how much it pleased her father, she could not get used to the taste of his release. She had learned how to distance herself from the act over the years. She had learned when to moan or what to say to quicken his release. But she had turned from a girl who loved summer and her father's hugs to dreading them. She did not know what else to do, except play the part. When she pulled down her trousers to use the toilet, she screamed. She brought her fingers to her center and touched it. It was wet, soaking with blood. Her father barged through the door, his wand drawn, and looked down at Lily's blood-stained pants.

"Ah."

"Well what do I do?"

"Daddy wants to try something if you'll let him. Will you?"

Lily wordlessly nodded. Her father knelt in front of her and started sucking her blood-stained hairs. Lily squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his tongue hum against her 'petals' sucking the blood there. Lily thought of other things. The meadow near the borrow. The lake at Hogwarts. The newest release of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Tiana- yes Tiana- Lily focused her thoughts on her dorm mate- on the way her chest rose and fell when she slept- what her chest would look like bare- Maybe it was something to do with her period, she moaned into her release. Her father pulled back surprised, kissing her belly button lightly.

"That was faster than usual, Angel. Did you enjoy it?" Lily felt like she wanted to throw up, but she silently nodded. Her father grinned. "Well now you're a woman we have to be extra careful. Maybe if you tell your mum that you've started, she'll get you the potion." His eyes found hers. "You're a woman now, Angel. I can't wait to please you in new ways."

Lily wanted to scream in his face. She did not feel like a woman. She still felt like the girl he abused and manipulated. Later that night, when her brothers and mother returned, Lily wondered what would happen if she threatened to release him to the press. Would he twist her words back on her? Make it seem like she was asking for it? Say that she never said no? Because she didn't know how. Silently she cursed her 6-year-old self for believing that her father was the best person in the world and her 9-year-old self for going along with his pleases, for thinking that she was falling in love.

"Lily." Lily looked up across to her therapist. "You're not to blame," and when Lily didn't respond. "Tell me about Tiana."

"No. It was nothing." Lily shook her head. "The day the press leaked his actions, we were done."

It was not entirely true, but it might as well of been. They only had a month, and it was only kissing and hands fumbling over clothes, nothing more. But it was the first time that Lily began to feel alive. The storm came when her father wrote a partially raunchy letter and gave her the address of a hotel in Hogsmeade. It filled her with envy that Tiana would probably take that Ben guy again. When Tiana didn't it and asked her, it caught her by surprise.

"Tiana, I'd love to, but-"

Tiana sighed. "Your father again, isn't it?"

Lily nodded.

"He has been seeing you a lot this year, hasn't he?"

Lily didn't know what to say. She supposed to an outsider it might be so, but her father had actually seen her less than he wanted to as she made fibs about assessments, so he had actually seen more of her in Hogsmeade when she was 13…

"Tiana." She said one morning in the week leading up to her father visiting. "I'm scared."

Tiana's eyes widened. "It's just a DA quiz."

"No not that, I- forget it."

"Your father's visit?"

Lily felt like cold water had been thrown on her. "Yes." She said, her voice so small.

Tiana looked around and found an abandoned corridor. Her eyes found her lips like they had done in the dorm months before. "Can I kiss you, Lils?"

Lily nodded, her mouth parting slightly.

"I'll need words, Lils. Simple yes or no." And with that, Lily busted into tears. "Lily, Lily what did it do wrong?"

Lily looked back into her eyes. Yes. Yes. Yes. She was mere meters away from Tiana's lips, her face wet from tears. "Please kiss me."

It was sweet, gentle. Not a fraction of the hard kisses her father's had become. She did not force tongue, like her father. Lily felt herself melting into Tiana's lips. Wimping slightly as the other girl pulled away.

"You know," Tiana said, threading her fingers through Lily's and tracing patterns on her palm. "I can come and meet your Father too. Mine is a huge fan of his."

Lily pulled her hand from her grasp. Tiana looked at her surprised. "Um. My father wouldn't appreciate it."

Tiana searched her face and Lily tried her best to remain neutral. "Lily." She sounded slightly helpless, searching her face. "He doesn't treat you like he treats your brothers, does he?"

"No…"

"Is there any way I can help?"

"So Tiana…"

"Called the press on my father when we were in Hogesmede, yes. But it wasn't what she had expected to find. She just thought that my father was hitting me or something- not-not raping."

Lily laid on the bed. Her father had not gentle at all. The protection he was wearing didn't make it any more pleasant. Their clothes were on the floor, it looks exactly like what it looked it. Lily glanced at the clock. It was approaching 3 in the morning. She slightly groaned getting out of bed and went towards the bathroom. She never showered or had a bath when her and her father were in close quarters. Not after what happened when she was 14 and her father stepped into the shower with his own pleasure in mind. She wanted this nightmare to end. She had tried to appear less attractive this visit. Bulking herself up and cutting the hair that she knew her father liked long, but it hadn't worked, he had been hard as ever. She lavished soap over her body, paying particular attention to hickeys her father had given her, red marks, and places where his dried cum had landed - if it wasn't inside her. She froze when she heard her father moan her name on the other side of the door. Soon after, the door barged open. Lily grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. There voices on the scene.

"Did you bring up an underage girl with the hopes of abusing her, Mr. Potter?" A gravel-like voice asked.

"I-What?" Her father fumbled over his words.

"Sir," It was a woman's voice. "This is a muggle condom."

There was silence and Lily wondered what was going on. After a while:

"You do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." The gravel voice said. "You may be the Boy Who Lived or the Chosen One, Mr. Potter, but even you are not above the law, Wizardry or Muggle."

The is silence again, and she heard chains and her father wrestled as the women spoke. "Where is she? The girl you sexually assaulted? Where is she?"

"I don't know." Her father spat. "Maybe she was wise enough to run."

There's silence once more. "You disgust me. Get him out of my sight."

Her father yelped, and his yelps got quieter as he is taken down the stairs. Lily didn't move until there gone. The lock on the bathroom door clicks and the door opens. Two pairs of eyes look at her. The woman grabs the dressing gown from behind the door, not moving her eyes from the girl.

"Oh my gosh." The man with the gravel voice spoke. "Is that-"

"Tom! She's right here. In front of us."

The woman passed the dressing gown to Lily. "He's gone, sweetheart."

"For how long?"

"You won't have to see him until the trail if you don't want to-and even then you don't have to see him. There are some tests we could run, or I could always pensieve the evidence that Tom and I found today." Lily nodded. "Okay? What's your name, dear? Mine is Jean."

"You don't want to know."

"It seems less dehumanizing than calling you 'the girl'"Jean glanced towards Tom who is staring in front of him. "Tom, look away- let the girl put on the dressing gown."

"But that's-"

"Tom!"

Tom turned away.

"Lily." Lily muttered. "My name is Lily Luna Potter. And yes, that man was my father."

"Shiiit!"

"Tom!" Jean returned her focus to Lily. "No one has to know Lily, no one expect me and Tom. Well, expect some people higher up…"

"Is there anyone we could call, Lily?" Tom asks his back still to her.

"Her mother, Ginny Potter," Jean muttered in thought. "But for all we know, she could be on this too-"

"She's not. She had nothing to do with it."

Tom and Jean glanced towards each other. "Why does she sound so sure?" Tom whispered to Jean.

A color washed over Jean. "Because he's done it before."

"When you say that 'Tiana was nothing'?"

"I went home for the rest of the year. I never replied to her letters, anyways. It was only a couple of weeks before Rita Skeeter got a copy of the evidence and destroyed the family name. I was protected because they never mentioned the girl's name." Off her therapist's glance. "We started going by my mother's maidan, Weasley, and I know that my oldest biological brother plans to take his fiancée's name."

She is transported away from her therapy sessions a few weeks ago to the courtroom scene in front of her. 5 years after he was arrested in Hogsmeade. The trial was originally planned when she turned 17, but it kept on being pushed back. Teddy, who had been by her side more than her biological brothers, patted her back gently when it had first been pushed back by a year. Victorie confined in her, some detail she never wanted. Her experience had affected Teddy so badly that he swore off sex.

"I wish he didn't," Lily mumbled.

"He was his father figure. And now with Ginny coming out with allegations against him." Victorie shuddered. "I don't blame him. But I think he's always felt this way. He just struggled to admit it to himself that he doesn't like sex. It was just the final straw."

Her other brothers were just as shell-shocked. Albus would flinch whenever their father was mentioned, so eventually, the press stopped asking the family about him. James started dating a girl named Maia. Lily had walked in on her crying in her mother's arms, saying that she was ready, but he wouldn't go more than above the waistband on her back.

"It's been three years since he asked me to be his girlfriend!" Maia wailed.

"I think he's worried that he'll rape you, dear."

"You're his mother! He's nothing like his father."

"The perception of his father has been destroyed, love." She was stroking Maia's hair. "James used to look up to him, a lot when he was younger. Only to find out that every 'heroic' thing about him is a lie."

"You destroyed everything for us, Father." She glanced around, eyes were on her now. She wasn't aware that she had said that out loud.

"Lily-Lu, it's okay." Her mother's fragile voice reached her. "You can turn around-"

"No I can't. I've never been able to turn around and leave. Not since he decided a thing to molest, manipulate me. There had been times when I have wanted to die, Father. You did that to me! I've been in therapy trying to sort through all the issues that you caused me. You broke us apart, and we'll never be the same. Never again."

Her father looks back at her with lustful eyes. "Angel, you're stunning."

Her mother's lawyer laugher humourlessly and gestured awards the scene in front of her to the jury. "As if you need any more evidence."

"You ruined my relationships. The only person I ever loved- a girl- heard what you did and I- I ran. I was ashamed of what I allowed you to do- of what you stole from me. You manipulated me and you know it. You took pleasure in it."

"Lily, I love-"

"No. You twisted my brain and made me believe that it was simply what fathers do to daughters. But would you see Bill do it to Vicky? No. I hate you. I'm glad you were caught. I hate everything that you are to me and I hope you rot in Azkaban"

Lily turned on her heel and didn't look back. She needed a new start and if that started with him rotting far-away in Azkaban so be it.