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Harry Potter books, so there's no pictures or anything.
Chapter 1~Descentdants
of the Earth
Welcome back
Today is August 10,
1997
We all walk this earth
for a reason, a reason we all find out one day. I'm 42 years old, and I still
have no idea of why this earth needs me.
My first memory was
when I was 25, yes, when I was 25. I can't remember anything before that; I
can't remember why I forgot either. I hate this memory, it's a memory I wish to
forget, but I can't. It will forever lurk in the dark shadows of my mind, and
haunt me at times that are unpredictable.
I remember it so
clearly. I was on the floor, and I opened my eyes. There was the awful taste of
blood in my mouth, but at the time, I couldn't remember what blood tasted like.
I later found out that my lip was bleeding. I stood up, and looked around my
surroundings. I was in a house, I was later told that it was my house, and it
looked like there was a major earthquake, and this particular house got the
worst of it. I saw a crib, and then I realized that I was in a baby's room, and
there crib was straight in front of me.
I was drawn to the crib
for some reason, like there was something urging me to peek inside. The first
person I ever remember seeing, was a baby, a baby boy with black hair, and
green eyes. That baby was dead.
I nearly fainted at this
sight. Why would a baby be dead? Was it because of the earthquake? Was I the
only survivor?
When that question
flooded into my mind, I went to look for others, others that might still be
alive. I looked for a door, and saw one directly behind me. I walked out, and I
felt so strange, like I was alone in a friend's house, a house which I'd never
seen.
My first stop was the
living room, just down the hall in front of me, but I didn't know that at the
time. I didn't even have to walk to the living room to see a man, who was on
the floor, and he too, was dead. I knew he was dead just by one look, but I
refused to believe it, and I ran into the living room to check. I leaned over
the man, took him in my hands, and something ticked. I knew him, I knew him, I
knew him. That's all my mind would say.
The man had black hair
like the baby, but not the green eyes, instead he had warm brown eyes, but I
couldn't look at them for very long. Staring into a dead man's eyes was very
strange. Besides, he was most likely marred, right?
I looked up from the
man, and let go of his head from my hands. In front of me was a picture, a
picture of a family, and it was moving.
I wasn't in a state to
notice that the picture was moving, but I did look at the people in the
picture. There was the man that was on the floor, waving at me with a smile. To
his right was the baby, being carried by a woman with red hair and green eyes.
I started to run.
I looked for the mother
everywhere, though it was difficult, since there was so much that was
unfamiliar to me. But at the same time it was familiar to me. It was as if I
was in a place I knew, though I couldn't really know if I was right.
After I searched the
house 3 times, I went back to the living room, to take a look at the moving
picture. Only then did it occur to me that it was moving.
I gasped. How could a
picture move? Pictures were supposed to stay still, and be admired, they were
not free to move about, but there the picture was, moving around as if it was
in it's own world.
It felt like forever
since I woke up, but in reality, it had only been 20 minutes. My eyes wandered
off the picture as I heard footsteps behind me.
Footsteps why did that
seem familiar? The footsteps scared me, and made me freeze for some reason,
some reason that I still don't know.
"Lily?" The person
asked. Who's Lily? I thought to myself. Probably the woman in the picture. I
didn't move, I kept my eyes on the picture, expecting it to tell me something,
anything, but they just kept smiling at me.
"Lily?" The voice asked
again. This time, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to it. A man,
about 25 was standing there. He had dark brown hair, and eyes that were hard to
place. Were they green, or were they hazel?
"Lily, I'm here for
you." The man said again.
"You must be mistaken.
I'm not Lily." I said, brushing off the hand he had on my shoulder. Then I
thought 'Who am I then?'
"Lily, are you nuts?"
He asked me.
"I guess you could say
that." I said, putting my eyes back on the picture. I felt like I was going
crazy. I had no idea who I was, or where I was, or what happened.
"Those two, I found
their bodies." I said, pointing to the man and the infant. I couldn't bring
myself to say that they were dead. "I can't find the other one." I said to the
man. I don't know why I was telling him, but I seemed like he knew the family.
The man turned to me, as if I were insane.
"Of course you can't
find her Lily, that's you." He said, pointing to the woman.
"What?" I said. That
was impossible. I didn't even know these people.
"Lily, look." The man
said, taking a small mirror from his back pocket. I then noticed what he was
wearing over his clothes. A long, black robe was dangling off his neck, and
flowing in the back. I did not ask questions about what he was wearing, because
I looked into the mirror, and saw the woman, the woman whom I was searching
for, the woman in the picture, and the woman who belonged to this family.
I don't know why, but
the first question I asked was, "Who are you?"
"You don't remember me,
Lily?" He asked, looking a bit hurt.
"Don't take it
personally." I said back to him. "I didn't know my name was Lily."
"Sirius, Sirius Black."
He said to me. "James is my best friend." I was pretty sure whom he was talking
about, and I admired that he wasn't going to refer to him in the past tense. I
looked over to him, and handed back the mirror, which was still clutched in my
hands. He looked like he was about to go to tears.
I hugged him, it looked
like he needed it. I felt guilty for not crying along with him, but I didn't
know these people, didn't remember them. More guilt fell upon me.
He tried not to show
the tears, but I knew. We separated, and just looked at each other. It looked
like the shock of the deaths just came right now. He was dazed, and he just
stared at nothingness, and I just happened to be in the way. I tried to
remember, remember me, my family, my house, my friends, but nothing. I couldn't
remember anyone I knew. I felt so alone.
"Mr. Black, Mrs.
Potter, you need to come with us." Sirius turned to the voices, but I didn't. I
didn't know I was Lily Potter.
"Lily, that's you."
Sirius whispered to me. He seemed to figure it out, that I couldn't remember,
but I could tell that he didn't know why.
We walked out of the
house, and other people came in, they took the bodies, and looked around the
house, trying to figure out the 2 died. They were all carrying around sticks,
and muttering things under their breath.
They told me to touch a
tin can. I didn't know why. Sirius told me that it would be ok, and that he
would explain to me later. I trusted him, and touched the can, and I felt
myself being pulled by my navel. In about 10 seconds time, we were in a small
room. It was lighted by some candles on the walls, and there was a table smack
in the middle of the room, which took up most of the space in the room. We were
told to sit down.
They asked Sirius a
series of questions, and then they turned to me.
"Lily, could you tell
us what happened?" The man asked me. I stared at him with an empty face, not
knowing what to tell him. I felt like a child who was give a test that they
didn't study for. I felt stupid.
"Moody, she doesn't
remember anything." Sirius told the man in front of us.
"Nothing?" Moody asked
more suspiciously.
"She didn't know who
she was when I got there." Sirius said. That made me feel dumber than before. I
wanted to talk for myself, but I couldn't, I didn't know anything.
"Would you please step
outside?" Moody told us more as a command than a request. Two other men walked
in. Sirius told me that they were Bartemius Crouch and Cornelius Fudge. We sat
in silence outside of the room, neither of us really wanting to talk. All I
needed right now was more to clutter up my already confused head.
It seemed like we only
sat there for a few minutes, but I looked at a clock in the hall we were
sitting in, and exactly one hour had passed before we were called in.
We both walked back
into the room, and took our regular seats. One man, Cornelius Fudge, had a
sorry look on his face, a face of pity. Crouch had a look of determination on
his face, like he had just won a million dollars. Moody face was expressionless;
you could not read him or what he was thinking.
"Sirius Black, Lily
Potter," Moody started. "you are being convicted for the murders of James and
Harry Potter."
