Pranks and Wands - Part 6: Dead
Lily and I were friends again. That was a relief, since Peter hadn't been speaking to James, Sirius and Remus for days. Lily and Peter were still boyfirend and girlfriend - Years later the idea of it stilll made me laugh. The year ended as causauly as it could in a school full of witchsraft, and Lily was to come visit me in the summer.
We were sitting beneath a tree (Lily wanted to climb it, but I was afraid of heights). My mum came out of the house.
"Dewy Eleanor Potter!" She bellowed, "Can you explain the meaning of THIS?!" She shoved an notice about underage use of magic under my nose. I exemined it for a moment.
"Mum, this is for James," I finally said. Mum went red.
"Sorry, dear," She said, "I just assumed this was for you since James is out of the house today...I'm a bit absent minded lately..." Mum entered the house. Lily turned to me.
"You never told me you have a middle name," I could see a small smile playing on her lips.
"That's because I dislike 'Eleanor' even more then 'Dewy'." And the fact that my aunt is named Dewy and she's perfectly happy.
"Fine. I'll just call you..." Lily paused a second to think. "Delinor!" I wrinkled my nose. "Fine...D.E."
"D.E?"
"Di, okay?!"
When Lily decides something, she does it. My new name is 'Di'. Di. Di Potter. Oh great. Just great.
* * * *
Needless to say, Sirius, James, Remus and Peter really liked my nickname. Needless to say, I didn't. The day we boarded the Hogwarts Express they practically told the whole school my name is Di. The emberessment. And I didn't even like the name.
"Come on, Di," Lily accanted the 'Di'. "Cheer up! Nobody would ever think you're an adjective anymore."
"And what's wrong with adjectives?" I asked, sarcastically.
"They're used to descride NOUNS, for goodness sake!"
* * * *
Many people would expect a Potter to have many adventures and detentions in their years at Hogwarts. Of course, I was quite an unusual Potter. There weren't any exciting events at the beginning of the fourth year. Actually, there weren't any at all. Until Christmas, that is.
James and I decided to stay this year (Uncle Harry was coming from Alaska and we didn't really want to confront him after a little accident we had with an Alaskan Airhead in his care...). We were having a great holiday, until Dumbledore called us to his office a few days before New Year's Eve.
He looked sad and grim and the twinkle in his eye was gone. I knew something was wrong, and I think that James sensed that, too.
"Please sit down." We sat in the two chairs in front of his desk. Dumbledore looked at us in the eyes. "I think that the best way to break it to you is straight in the face." James gripped the arm of his chair tightly. "Your family is dead." For a second, everything was in slow motion.
"Dead?" I whispered.
"Dead. The Ministry of Magic found their bodies." Dumbledore sighed. "They do not wish for me to tell you this, but they were murdured. By Voldemort." James stood up and walked out of the office. I went after him. When we reached an intersection, he went outside, to the Quidditch feild. I hesitated for a moment and went to the common room. When I reached the common room, I knew everyone would be staring at me like I was a zombie. I went up to the dormitary and set on my bed.
Dead. That was the easiest part to understand. My family was lifeless. I'd never see them again. Gone. Forever. And at that particular moment, I couldn't really understand what that meant. The air wasn't any diffrent. It seemed that at the end of the year, I'd go back home and see them again. Like nothing happened. Like they hadn't been killed.
The second thing I had to understand was how did that happened. Again, very simple. Voldemort. The dark wizard. The evil wizard. No, I wasn't afraid of him. Not because I was brave. Becasue I didn't realise how much power he had. How much power he needed, to kill a whole family. He was just the maniac who murdured my family.
And then came the hardest part: What do I do now. I had never before given thought to what I would do if somebody dear to me died. If I had, I would have said, 'I'll just know what to do.' Well, I didn't. I had absolutelly no clue. I could act like nothing happened. I could immerse myself in my studies . I could just sob all night long. I could hang on to James. But I didn't want any of those options.
I just wanted my parents back.
* * * * * *
A.N. Well, you wanted her to change her name. And I didn't choose 'Di', that was Lily! I'd like to make a few things clear: Lily and Peter will only be friends until their fifth year. Two years is quite a lot, but there's going to be a ball in the fifth year and they could break up there. Lily and James are not going to date until after Hogwarts, because otherwise it would be a bit cliched. Dewy, Eleanor, Di, whatever you want to call her, won't have a romance because I'm not a good romance writer and anyway, I don't think that she'll fit with Remus, Sirius, Peter or Snape. Thanks for everyone who reviewed the other parts! Oh, and I moved her a year (In the first part) to be easier for her to narrate the story...She doesn't have a VERY powerful magic, she can just use her average talent in magic better.
Lily and I were friends again. That was a relief, since Peter hadn't been speaking to James, Sirius and Remus for days. Lily and Peter were still boyfirend and girlfriend - Years later the idea of it stilll made me laugh. The year ended as causauly as it could in a school full of witchsraft, and Lily was to come visit me in the summer.
We were sitting beneath a tree (Lily wanted to climb it, but I was afraid of heights). My mum came out of the house.
"Dewy Eleanor Potter!" She bellowed, "Can you explain the meaning of THIS?!" She shoved an notice about underage use of magic under my nose. I exemined it for a moment.
"Mum, this is for James," I finally said. Mum went red.
"Sorry, dear," She said, "I just assumed this was for you since James is out of the house today...I'm a bit absent minded lately..." Mum entered the house. Lily turned to me.
"You never told me you have a middle name," I could see a small smile playing on her lips.
"That's because I dislike 'Eleanor' even more then 'Dewy'." And the fact that my aunt is named Dewy and she's perfectly happy.
"Fine. I'll just call you..." Lily paused a second to think. "Delinor!" I wrinkled my nose. "Fine...D.E."
"D.E?"
"Di, okay?!"
When Lily decides something, she does it. My new name is 'Di'. Di. Di Potter. Oh great. Just great.
* * * *
Needless to say, Sirius, James, Remus and Peter really liked my nickname. Needless to say, I didn't. The day we boarded the Hogwarts Express they practically told the whole school my name is Di. The emberessment. And I didn't even like the name.
"Come on, Di," Lily accanted the 'Di'. "Cheer up! Nobody would ever think you're an adjective anymore."
"And what's wrong with adjectives?" I asked, sarcastically.
"They're used to descride NOUNS, for goodness sake!"
* * * *
Many people would expect a Potter to have many adventures and detentions in their years at Hogwarts. Of course, I was quite an unusual Potter. There weren't any exciting events at the beginning of the fourth year. Actually, there weren't any at all. Until Christmas, that is.
James and I decided to stay this year (Uncle Harry was coming from Alaska and we didn't really want to confront him after a little accident we had with an Alaskan Airhead in his care...). We were having a great holiday, until Dumbledore called us to his office a few days before New Year's Eve.
He looked sad and grim and the twinkle in his eye was gone. I knew something was wrong, and I think that James sensed that, too.
"Please sit down." We sat in the two chairs in front of his desk. Dumbledore looked at us in the eyes. "I think that the best way to break it to you is straight in the face." James gripped the arm of his chair tightly. "Your family is dead." For a second, everything was in slow motion.
"Dead?" I whispered.
"Dead. The Ministry of Magic found their bodies." Dumbledore sighed. "They do not wish for me to tell you this, but they were murdured. By Voldemort." James stood up and walked out of the office. I went after him. When we reached an intersection, he went outside, to the Quidditch feild. I hesitated for a moment and went to the common room. When I reached the common room, I knew everyone would be staring at me like I was a zombie. I went up to the dormitary and set on my bed.
Dead. That was the easiest part to understand. My family was lifeless. I'd never see them again. Gone. Forever. And at that particular moment, I couldn't really understand what that meant. The air wasn't any diffrent. It seemed that at the end of the year, I'd go back home and see them again. Like nothing happened. Like they hadn't been killed.
The second thing I had to understand was how did that happened. Again, very simple. Voldemort. The dark wizard. The evil wizard. No, I wasn't afraid of him. Not because I was brave. Becasue I didn't realise how much power he had. How much power he needed, to kill a whole family. He was just the maniac who murdured my family.
And then came the hardest part: What do I do now. I had never before given thought to what I would do if somebody dear to me died. If I had, I would have said, 'I'll just know what to do.' Well, I didn't. I had absolutelly no clue. I could act like nothing happened. I could immerse myself in my studies . I could just sob all night long. I could hang on to James. But I didn't want any of those options.
I just wanted my parents back.
* * * * * *
A.N. Well, you wanted her to change her name. And I didn't choose 'Di', that was Lily! I'd like to make a few things clear: Lily and Peter will only be friends until their fifth year. Two years is quite a lot, but there's going to be a ball in the fifth year and they could break up there. Lily and James are not going to date until after Hogwarts, because otherwise it would be a bit cliched. Dewy, Eleanor, Di, whatever you want to call her, won't have a romance because I'm not a good romance writer and anyway, I don't think that she'll fit with Remus, Sirius, Peter or Snape. Thanks for everyone who reviewed the other parts! Oh, and I moved her a year (In the first part) to be easier for her to narrate the story...She doesn't have a VERY powerful magic, she can just use her average talent in magic better.