The computer deleted everything I'd written. I hate this computer. I loathe it. I would throw it out the window, but the window's on the other side of the room…far too much bother.
Lily Angel
Chapter 7
Harry wondered if his heart was still beating. This wasn't quite how he'd dreamed of meeting his mother. She didn't look as he'd imagined she would, either. Much- well, younger. But that was to be expected, considering she only looked fifteen, and she most certainly had been older than fifteen when she died.
Harry realised he'd been staring at her, and he quickly looked at his toes.
Lily smiled. 'You look a lot like James did, only a bit more angelic.'
Harry glanced up in surprise. He'd been called a lot of things in his time at Hogwarts, including 'prat,' 'idiot,' and quite few other insulting things (like 'child') but never before had anyone dared to go as far as calling him angelic.
It was degrading, if not embarrassing.
'I am not angelic,' he said, pouting.
Lily grinned, and nodded her head. 'Now you look just like him. I was worried you'd turn out to be a carbon copy.' She sighed. 'I was right.'
'But- you were married to him, wouldn't you want me to be like him?'
His mother was a very confusing person.
Lily laughed, and Harry felt a tingle go up his spine. She had a very pretty laugh.
'We weren't exactly on- um, close terms when we were younger…very far apart terms, actually.'
Harry stared. 'You didn't- try to- kill him, did you?'
Lily blinked, and began to wonder exactly what kind of world her son had grown up in.
'Kill James? No, that would result in being killed by Sirius. He was just a pain in the butt.'
'Oh.'
This was new perspective on James Potter.
'Well, you know. Very annoying,' Lily elaborated.
'Oh.'
Lily looked at Harry with concern. 'So how'd you like my dear sister?'
'She reminds me of a horse,' Harry said shortly.
Lily clapped with delight, and threw her arms around Harry's shoulder, strangling him. He made an odd sound that sounded remarkably like a duck, and Lily let go apologetically.
'Sorry! It's just that makes me so happy!'
Harry's eyes opened wide as Lily leapt up and did a little jig in the moonlight. Maybe Heaven drove away a persons sanity.
'Are you- er- okay, Lily?'
She looked at her son, who was watching with a very worried expression on his face. 'I'm fine, Harry, just fine.'
She didn't look fine; she looked like she was crying.
'You don't- um, look fine.'
Lily gazed at Harry with her eyes full of tears. Heaven obviously gave a person mood swings as well.
'I just never thought you'd have to grow up with Petunia, and- she has a son, doesn't she? I never met him.'
'Lucky you,' Harry muttered. 'Dudley Dursley is- and there's no other way of putting this- a monster.'
'Dudley,' Lily murmured. 'Who, besides my sister, would name a poor child Dudley?'
'Dudley is not a 'poor child,' Harry informed her. 'He is the most spoilt brat in the universe.'
'Does he look like that Vernon guy?' Lily asked curiously, imagining a smaller version of Vernon Dursley.
'Horribly. But Aunt Petunia loves them both…she calls Dudley 'Dudders,'' Harry said, wrinkling his nose at the memory.
Lily sighed with happiness, and they both sat silently for awhile, and as the suns first rays made the dew on the grass sparkle like crystals, they just sat, each lost in their own thoughts.
'What was my dad like?' Harry asked suddenly, voicing the question no one had ever properly answered, for fear of making him sad. But, somehow, he didn't think Lily- calling her mum was too weird- would do that.
Lily thought for a moment. 'Well, he was very clever. Him and Sirius both were. And James was very good at Quidditch- he was a Chaser for Gryffindor…I always thought he'd fall off one day. And once he played Seeker, because their normal Seeker was sick…I swear, he almost killed himself.' Lily shuddered at the memory of this particular Quidditch game.
'All the Hufflepuffs loved him. Especially Katherine McDowell…Wonder what happened to her?'
'Who?'
'Oh, she was this Hufflepuff who thought your father was the most wonderful person in the world. Once she tied him up, actually…I never did like her.'
Harry thought of Snape. 'What'd he do to Snape?'
'A more appropriate question is what didn't he do to Snape, I think they did everything from making him come out in orange spots, to putting the jelly-legs curse on him, to stealing his underwear, enlarging it and flying it above the commentators box after a Quidditch game. I helped with that one.'
Harry grinned, relishing the thought.
'Oh no.' Lily moaned, after a glance at her watch. 'I better go, Cho'll be wondering where I am. Hey, Harry?'
'Mmm?'
'Cho likes flying, doesn't she?'
Was it her imagination, or did Harry go pink?
'Er- yeah, I think so.'
'Thanks!' She raced up to the castle, taking the steps two at a time. Harry stared after her, his mouth dry.
'Bye, mum.' He shook his head, wondering if he was hallucinating. But a loud yell from Lily as she stubbed her toe on a rock proved this theory to be incorrect.
It had been a very, very strange night.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and when Harry told Hermione and Ron he was going with Lillian Skye, they had different reactions.
'Why?' Ron asked, looking for some Knuts he was sure he'd hidden under the bed, for fear of Crookshanks eating them. Crookshanks particularly liked eating Knuts. Sickles were okay, and Galleons were alright in emergencies, but Knuts were like a three course meal of different flavoured rats, in Crookshanks' opinion.
Hermione just shrugged, and held Crookshanks back from Ron's money.
'Because, she, um, asked me.'
Harry wasn't very good at lying to his friends, but they took the hint and didn't ask any more questions.
'D'you like Butterbeer?' Lily asked as they approached The Three Broomsticks.
Harry nodded, aware that Seamus Finnigan was winking at him in a very odd manner.
'Is he your friend?'
Harry nodded.
'Is he a bit- er- strange?'
Harry nodded.
Lily grinned, and smiled charmingly at Seamus as they passed him, and his face turned a very pink colour. Harry couldn't help smiling.
He ordered the drinks- in case Madame Rosmerta recognised Lily, and they sat quietly for awhile, sipping at their butterbeer.
'Are you an angel?' Harry asked curiously.
'No. Not yet, anyway. If I can help Cho, then I might get my wings…but so far I've barely been able to make her laugh.' Lily slumped down in her seat and looked for all the world like a depressed teenager.
'How'd you stop hating dad?'
Lily smiled, remembering. 'I never hated him…well, I did. I don't really remember, to tell you the truth. Do you know how to turn things spotty without a potion?'
Harry wasn't quite used to having the subject changed so abruptly. 'Er- no.'
Lily grinned evilly, and Harry shrank back in his seat, hoping she wasn't going to experiment on Snape. Not that he cared about Snape, but she wouldn't have to put up with hours of detention- he would.
'You just wave your wand- like this- and say spotty, dotty, make this thing look rotten.'
'That's a spell?'
'Well, no, not exactly. Sirius made it up once.'
'Does it work?'
'Yeah, course it does.'
'Cool.'
'Hey, would you like to meet your dad?'
Harry's head shot up.
'Yeah…but- he's not an angel, either, is he?'
'Well, no. But I'll ask Lissy, she'll agree. When would you like to see him?'
Harry looked like puppy, his eyes open and eager, as if she was holding a can of dog food.
'Soon?'
Lily smiled. 'I'll ask. Now, tell me. Exactly what does this Dudley boy look like?'
'A pig. Or a whale, depending on which view you get.'
Lily sighed with happiness.
James was Chaser. Unless JKR was lying in her interview with scholastic, which I doubt. Anyway, no one ever said he was Seeker, just that he was good.
We will probably meet James next chapter- I'm recovering from writers block (finally)…banana's cure me, actually, but thanks everyone for all the advice. The next part will be longer, I promise.
