(A/N) Last chapter I had some one who reviewed and said that the song I used did not exist at the time of Lily and James childhood. So I figured that I should warn you all right now that this is a semi A/U Fic that is going to have some fairly new things (such as bands etc.) that were not around in the 6ts and 7ts. All I can say is lighten up! The song or item there is for a reason! It is just not going to be perfect!
Disclaimer: I Do not own any of the names or the general storyline I do however own the plot, and names of people that are obviously not included in J.K Rowling's books.
Flamer Warning: Any flamers will be reported to Headmaster Dumbledore and given a months worth of detentions with Mr. Filch. Thank you.
I Would also like to say a Very Happy Thanksgiving to all of my fellow Americans (And anyone else who celebrates the holiday)
Unspeakable Despair
The Evans family had been driving for about three hours into the countryside. They were currently located in a rather eerie forest. It was strangely silent and oppressive, as though something horrible was lurking in wait of some unknown pray. Even the trees around them seemed to fight each other for space. Lily watched out her window apprehensively. Something terrible had occurred in this very wood, something so horrible that no birds dared to make their presence known, she had seen no evidence of any animal life anywhere. She couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something terrible was about to occur. Suddenly to her horror something that resembled a winged boar ran out into the road. Lily's mind was screaming that there was no such thing as a winged boar and that something was terribly, terribly wrong! Lily's father swore and slammed the brakes to avoid an accident.
To his distress the wheels hit a rock and spun off the road, rolled into a ditch and then came into direct contact with a tree. The front of the car burst into flames. Lily's father, though in pain, pulled at Lily's unconscious form. Her seatbelt w as stuck! He dithered about looking for something sharp to cut with. A piece of glass caught his eye. In a flash he grabbed it and started hacking away at the restraint. It came free not a moment to soon, for the car exploded just as Lily's father pulled her from the vehicle.
He pulled her to the edge of the forest and laid her upon a lush bed of bracken. Then, his injured eyes throbbing and his throat aching, he called out for his wife. He heard no reply. "Violet? VIOLET?! Honey, are you hurt? Where are you? VIOLET?"
John, fearing the worst, dragged himself over to the wreck sight and saw it was still smoking badly. He coughed hard. Hoping, praying that his wife had gotten out before it had exploded. He looked at the wreck and noticed a grotesquely twisted, faintly humanoid figure slumped in what had once been the front seat of the car. "NO! VIOLET! NO!" John Harold Evans fell to the ground sobbing. If only he had been a little more careful, if only he had gotten her out… but the coldly practical voice in the back of his head told him that then Lily would have been the one to die… If only…. If only…
Lily raised her battered face up for a brief instant. She noticed her father hunched over sobbing his eyes out. She knew then, that her mother, who had loved her and cared for her had not made it. Slowly her hurt and anger swelled. The sky darkened the clouds heavy with water. And her father cried. She felt strangely inhuman there for a period, and felt pity for this poor strange man. That compassion filled her soul, It built up and released with her anger. Then Lily fell from that higher consciousness.
Just before she passed out, an unfamiliar wait settled between her collarbones and she became aware of the pain her body was in. Then blessed darkness came and claimed her as her own.
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At that very moment the second son of the Lord of Norwich, James Potter, was riding his ebony black imported thoroughbred stallion named Destiny's Ransom, thinking hard. Many strange things had happened to him in the last week or so. For example he had gotten a letter from Hogwarts. His family had been pleased but what did that matter? He was the second son in a Lord's family only destined for some weak inheritance.
It was his perfect older brother who would gain everything when his father grew to senile to complete his duties to both the Wizard Ministry and the Muggle Ministry. Yes and poor James was to be what his family called 'The Protector'. In short he was to become Her Majesty's knight and the Ministry's right hand man. Not, that he, wasn't pleased with that arrangement but… his brother just wasn't suited for the part! As a doctor with his own practice, Harold Aristotle Potter the 14th had never taken any practical law classes for either muggle or wizarding practices. He had never taken any diplomatic courses offered at Hogwarts, hell he hadn't even taken Muggle Studies, if only to get a better grasp on muggle culture. Instead he had become a doctor, who well gifted in both the muggle way and the wizarding fashion, had never lived up to the Potter name. And yet, he was to become Lord Harold Potter the 14th, keeper of the Prophesies and all wizarding secrets known in England.
Prophasy, that was another thing, James thought savagely. James hated prophecies because an old witch known for her divination abilities had been called at his birth as it had been for centuries in the Potter family. The old hag had gone into a trance and spoken aloud how he was to marry a dryad-born and from their 'loins' would descend the last hope for the Wizarding world. It all was such rubbish, who could really predict the future? After all, his best friend's mother had told him how divination was the least precise branch of magic. And yet, his father had been so proud to hear that such an amazing thing was to branch out from the Potter line. He had arranged that on James' 16th birthday a great ball would be held and all the young women from the wizarding world, ages 11 to 16 would be invited and presented to James. When the correct girl was brought forth the old hag had whispered, the Chime of the Centuries would glow brightly and descend from where it had hung for centuries, suspended in midair, to rest in her arms. James' father would then arrange his marriage to that girl with or without either of their consent via the girl's family.
An unexpected feeling of dread filled James' soul. Somehow he knew that he was needed elsewhere. Without warning to his poor steed, James kicked him into a gallop, headed for the Dark Forest that edged his father's lands.
James galloped on, in search of what he did not know. But he was needed, desperately somewhere. Within minutes of entering the forest, he came across the winged boar. He slowed his horse down and came to a halt just in front of the wicked beast.
The boar had to have weighed over 300 lbs. It had tiny red, demonic eyes; large, yellow tusks, dripping with saliva; its large body was covered with wiry black hair and one of its ears was missing. The strangest part about the animal was the large pair of black wings that protruded over his back and gave it a distinctly hellish look.
To James' surprise the boar seemed to speak although it's lips did not move. * So... you are the boy that master wants are you? *
James blinked in surprise. This was absurd! Animals do not speak! Even magical ones as this obviously was. Then James remembered one of the first laws his drill sergeant had drilled into his head. 'Never show your emotions to the enemy. Whether you are angry, sad hopeless or defiant. When they know your emotions then they can use them to their advantage.' James carefully maintained a carefully blank look.
* So tell me are you the Potter boy or not? *
James decided to speak at this. "Who wished to know who I am?"
* Who wishes to know? Who WISHES to know? *
"That is what I said pig. Why don't you answer me unless your head is too filled with mud to understand" James could have sworn that he had heard that voice before somewhere else.
* I would not be disrespectful If I were you boy. * The voice hissed. * My master could roast you before you even had the chance to scream for help. *
"Well as I have no idea who your master is all I can say is that he is a bloody fool and that you should be condemned for trespassing on my Lord's lands Mister Malfoy." James had figured out where he had heard that oily voice before and to whom it belonged too.
* You play a dangerous game Mister Potter. I would not have said that were I you. * The boar was beginning to unfold his wings in order to fly off.
"That is Lord James Potter to you pig." James spoke with conviction.
The boar merely glanced at him before winging away on his black velvety wings. It was then that James yet again felt that compelling force driving him farther and farther into the forest. He knew not why only that he had to. It was as if he knew that he would not survive if he did not follow this strange instinct.
A soft whimpering sound filled his ears as he rounded a bend. There was a horrible mess there. What may have been a company car was so badly damaged that it was barely recognizable. There was a man sprawled out in front of the car. James quickly dismounted and went over to the figure. The man was alive with a few burns along his arms. Blood was clotted on the palm of his outstretched hand. One leg jutted out at an odd angle. James realized sickly that the bone was sticking out of the flesh and blood was dripping out onto the road forming a puddle.
Small whimpers caused James to stop scrutinizing the man in front of him and look up. There near the edge of the road was a flash of flame. Fearing that it was a fire James went over to put it out.
Instead of a fire, James found him face to face with the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was the color of fire; her lashes were long and full; her nose was small and straight; the closed eyes were perfectly spaced on her face; the lips were full and pink without a touch of unnatural enhancement and her body was enchantingly proportioned even for a girl he judged to be his own age. She was whimpering in pain, but as to where she was hurt James couldn't tell. He didn't dare move her so he said the words his father warned him to use only in emergencies. " Kubun Fornet Kammee Wissa!"
Immediately the activity around James' body increased. The four elements had been called on and had come to the Protector's aid. They came into four shapes: Wind was a small, silvery, winged cat lithe and pretty; Fire came in the shape of a dainty fox, it's muzzle and paws black with the rest of its body shimmering with the many reds of the fire; Earth was a silver ruffed wolf, it's head proudly held and its fine, arched tale plumed over its body; and lastly Water, which held the shape of a pompous waterfowl, it's body all the colors of the rainbow. The spirits spoke in one voice "You called Protector of Earth, to what dost thou wish our aide?"
"I wish that my father's guards and medical personnel be summoned to this point." James' voice had taken a tone far beyond his years and experience would have previously allowed.
"It shall be as thou doth command."
"Thank you." James then stood over the little girl determined that no one should harm her.
James had a very little while to wait, his hands folded across his chest, when about twenty or so witches and wizards arrived on the scene with a very militaristic * pop *. They stood awaiting some signal when to James' surprise his older brother arrived. He took one look around before turning to his younger sibling. "What happened? One minute I was standing in my office the next your Elements urge me to come to your location, quite forcefully I might add."
James fell into pompous indignation. "If you take a good look around you brother dear you might find the cause of the concern."
Harold looked around him for the first time. The obscene sight seemed to imprint itself onto his eyelids. He managed to choke out an "I see." Then he looked down to see the little beauty at James' feet. He knelt down and began to examine her. "I need all of the survivors brought immediately to the hospital." He stood up to find the attendants still in formation, "well? What are you all waiting for?"
As though shot from behind they all got to work. Harold himself bent down to the beauty as though planning to carry her himself. James felt an irrational burst of insane jealousy at his brother touching the little lady. Harold glanced over at his younger brother and read a little of this on his face. He then prudently perhaps conjured a stretcher underneath her. Then without a word Harold dissapperated into the hospital's premises with her, leaving James to ride back alone.
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Lily was in a nauseating amount of pain. People and things were so out of focus for her that she felt nauseous just trying to open her eyes. She thought that maybe she heard people but their words blurred together in a kind of buzzing noise that rose and fell. Then she felt a sharp prick on her arm just above her elbow and the world once again went black.
Later still feeling woozy, Lily woke. She immediately noticed the sharp smell of disinfectant that hung heavy in the air. She opened her eyes to see white walls, and a table filled with flowers. A flashing red light proved to be an IV that was hooked up to her arm. A mask over her face was feeding fresh oxygen into her nose. A dull, pounding ache beat in her head and all of her body except perhaps her legs.
Lily couldn't worry about that for now, all she wanted to know was if her family was all right. She tried to move her head but it was restricted because of the mask. Irritated by this, Lily tried to yell, but the only sound that came out was a muffled moan.
Almost at once someone came into the room. It was a doctor of some kind. He peered at her intently, his dark brown concerned. "Well, so my patient is finally awake. Yes, hmmm…. Well for a while there young lady I was afraid that you wouldn't make it. But you fought through the worst of it and you are well on your way for a recovery." He motioned for some nurses behind him to get to work. They immediately bustled around her checking her pulse and various other items of obvious interest. When they were done the doctor looked over the results. He nodded his permission. One of the nurses swept over to Lily. She gently removed the mask from Lily's face.
Lily felt her eyes widen in shock. She had almost died? The concept alone was alien. She was overwhelmed. Just then she remembered her father and mother. "Is my family all right?"
The doctor was astonished this little girl, who's life was nearly taken away before it even began was only worried about her family? "Well, your father wishes to talk to you now. But only for a few minutes." He had delicately stepped around her question.
Lily shot him a suspicious look from beneath her voluminous eyelashes. She had caught the nuance in his speech. "Yes well do send him in please."
"In but a moment, I wish to ask you a few questions."
"By all means doctor?"
"Lord Doctor Harold Potter the 14th, if it pleases you Lady."
Lily giggled. "I am no lady my Lord Doctor, my name is Lily, Lily Salixia Evans."
"O but such a lovely name! Well Miss Lily, does anything in particular hurt?"
"Yes actually my entire upper body aches fiercely as does my poor head. I dare not move I hurt so much!"
Harold grew concerned at her statement. He had tried to heal her entire body but because it had been a long while before she had been found, he had not been able to heal everything. He hoped that this young girl was not…
"Do your legs hurt at all?"
Lily shook her head.
"Can you move your toes for me my dear?"
Lily said "Umm... sure!" Lily tried but found that she could not. A dreadful suspicion nagged in her mind. "I cannot! I cannot move my toe! I cannot move my legs! Oh no! OH NO!" She broke down weeping hysterically.
Harold called in the nurses and bade them to sedate her. They did so immediately. Lily quieted and eventually her sobbing ceased as her head fell back onto her pillows and she slept.
Harold leaned up against the wall of the room staring down at Lily his eyes filled with remorse and pity. How could he have failed to heal the poor child of that? Of all the things to miss why did he miss that? Now this poor child would have to suffer for his mistakes. Of course it wasn't certain that she could never recover after all this is the Wizarding World and there is bound to be a way to recover what she had lost. He hoped so anyway…
(A/N) So It's another chapter yet again! I am on a roll! Yes it is kinda a cliffy but so much the better! Anyhow must be off to write some more!
Disclaimer: I Do not own any of the names or the general storyline I do however own the plot, and names of people that are obviously not included in J.K Rowling's books.
Flamer Warning: Any flamers will be reported to Headmaster Dumbledore and given a months worth of detentions with Mr. Filch. Thank you.
I Would also like to say a Very Happy Thanksgiving to all of my fellow Americans (And anyone else who celebrates the holiday)
Unspeakable Despair
The Evans family had been driving for about three hours into the countryside. They were currently located in a rather eerie forest. It was strangely silent and oppressive, as though something horrible was lurking in wait of some unknown pray. Even the trees around them seemed to fight each other for space. Lily watched out her window apprehensively. Something terrible had occurred in this very wood, something so horrible that no birds dared to make their presence known, she had seen no evidence of any animal life anywhere. She couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something terrible was about to occur. Suddenly to her horror something that resembled a winged boar ran out into the road. Lily's mind was screaming that there was no such thing as a winged boar and that something was terribly, terribly wrong! Lily's father swore and slammed the brakes to avoid an accident.
To his distress the wheels hit a rock and spun off the road, rolled into a ditch and then came into direct contact with a tree. The front of the car burst into flames. Lily's father, though in pain, pulled at Lily's unconscious form. Her seatbelt w as stuck! He dithered about looking for something sharp to cut with. A piece of glass caught his eye. In a flash he grabbed it and started hacking away at the restraint. It came free not a moment to soon, for the car exploded just as Lily's father pulled her from the vehicle.
He pulled her to the edge of the forest and laid her upon a lush bed of bracken. Then, his injured eyes throbbing and his throat aching, he called out for his wife. He heard no reply. "Violet? VIOLET?! Honey, are you hurt? Where are you? VIOLET?"
John, fearing the worst, dragged himself over to the wreck sight and saw it was still smoking badly. He coughed hard. Hoping, praying that his wife had gotten out before it had exploded. He looked at the wreck and noticed a grotesquely twisted, faintly humanoid figure slumped in what had once been the front seat of the car. "NO! VIOLET! NO!" John Harold Evans fell to the ground sobbing. If only he had been a little more careful, if only he had gotten her out… but the coldly practical voice in the back of his head told him that then Lily would have been the one to die… If only…. If only…
Lily raised her battered face up for a brief instant. She noticed her father hunched over sobbing his eyes out. She knew then, that her mother, who had loved her and cared for her had not made it. Slowly her hurt and anger swelled. The sky darkened the clouds heavy with water. And her father cried. She felt strangely inhuman there for a period, and felt pity for this poor strange man. That compassion filled her soul, It built up and released with her anger. Then Lily fell from that higher consciousness.
Just before she passed out, an unfamiliar wait settled between her collarbones and she became aware of the pain her body was in. Then blessed darkness came and claimed her as her own.
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At that very moment the second son of the Lord of Norwich, James Potter, was riding his ebony black imported thoroughbred stallion named Destiny's Ransom, thinking hard. Many strange things had happened to him in the last week or so. For example he had gotten a letter from Hogwarts. His family had been pleased but what did that matter? He was the second son in a Lord's family only destined for some weak inheritance.
It was his perfect older brother who would gain everything when his father grew to senile to complete his duties to both the Wizard Ministry and the Muggle Ministry. Yes and poor James was to be what his family called 'The Protector'. In short he was to become Her Majesty's knight and the Ministry's right hand man. Not, that he, wasn't pleased with that arrangement but… his brother just wasn't suited for the part! As a doctor with his own practice, Harold Aristotle Potter the 14th had never taken any practical law classes for either muggle or wizarding practices. He had never taken any diplomatic courses offered at Hogwarts, hell he hadn't even taken Muggle Studies, if only to get a better grasp on muggle culture. Instead he had become a doctor, who well gifted in both the muggle way and the wizarding fashion, had never lived up to the Potter name. And yet, he was to become Lord Harold Potter the 14th, keeper of the Prophesies and all wizarding secrets known in England.
Prophasy, that was another thing, James thought savagely. James hated prophecies because an old witch known for her divination abilities had been called at his birth as it had been for centuries in the Potter family. The old hag had gone into a trance and spoken aloud how he was to marry a dryad-born and from their 'loins' would descend the last hope for the Wizarding world. It all was such rubbish, who could really predict the future? After all, his best friend's mother had told him how divination was the least precise branch of magic. And yet, his father had been so proud to hear that such an amazing thing was to branch out from the Potter line. He had arranged that on James' 16th birthday a great ball would be held and all the young women from the wizarding world, ages 11 to 16 would be invited and presented to James. When the correct girl was brought forth the old hag had whispered, the Chime of the Centuries would glow brightly and descend from where it had hung for centuries, suspended in midair, to rest in her arms. James' father would then arrange his marriage to that girl with or without either of their consent via the girl's family.
An unexpected feeling of dread filled James' soul. Somehow he knew that he was needed elsewhere. Without warning to his poor steed, James kicked him into a gallop, headed for the Dark Forest that edged his father's lands.
James galloped on, in search of what he did not know. But he was needed, desperately somewhere. Within minutes of entering the forest, he came across the winged boar. He slowed his horse down and came to a halt just in front of the wicked beast.
The boar had to have weighed over 300 lbs. It had tiny red, demonic eyes; large, yellow tusks, dripping with saliva; its large body was covered with wiry black hair and one of its ears was missing. The strangest part about the animal was the large pair of black wings that protruded over his back and gave it a distinctly hellish look.
To James' surprise the boar seemed to speak although it's lips did not move. * So... you are the boy that master wants are you? *
James blinked in surprise. This was absurd! Animals do not speak! Even magical ones as this obviously was. Then James remembered one of the first laws his drill sergeant had drilled into his head. 'Never show your emotions to the enemy. Whether you are angry, sad hopeless or defiant. When they know your emotions then they can use them to their advantage.' James carefully maintained a carefully blank look.
* So tell me are you the Potter boy or not? *
James decided to speak at this. "Who wished to know who I am?"
* Who wishes to know? Who WISHES to know? *
"That is what I said pig. Why don't you answer me unless your head is too filled with mud to understand" James could have sworn that he had heard that voice before somewhere else.
* I would not be disrespectful If I were you boy. * The voice hissed. * My master could roast you before you even had the chance to scream for help. *
"Well as I have no idea who your master is all I can say is that he is a bloody fool and that you should be condemned for trespassing on my Lord's lands Mister Malfoy." James had figured out where he had heard that oily voice before and to whom it belonged too.
* You play a dangerous game Mister Potter. I would not have said that were I you. * The boar was beginning to unfold his wings in order to fly off.
"That is Lord James Potter to you pig." James spoke with conviction.
The boar merely glanced at him before winging away on his black velvety wings. It was then that James yet again felt that compelling force driving him farther and farther into the forest. He knew not why only that he had to. It was as if he knew that he would not survive if he did not follow this strange instinct.
A soft whimpering sound filled his ears as he rounded a bend. There was a horrible mess there. What may have been a company car was so badly damaged that it was barely recognizable. There was a man sprawled out in front of the car. James quickly dismounted and went over to the figure. The man was alive with a few burns along his arms. Blood was clotted on the palm of his outstretched hand. One leg jutted out at an odd angle. James realized sickly that the bone was sticking out of the flesh and blood was dripping out onto the road forming a puddle.
Small whimpers caused James to stop scrutinizing the man in front of him and look up. There near the edge of the road was a flash of flame. Fearing that it was a fire James went over to put it out.
Instead of a fire, James found him face to face with the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was the color of fire; her lashes were long and full; her nose was small and straight; the closed eyes were perfectly spaced on her face; the lips were full and pink without a touch of unnatural enhancement and her body was enchantingly proportioned even for a girl he judged to be his own age. She was whimpering in pain, but as to where she was hurt James couldn't tell. He didn't dare move her so he said the words his father warned him to use only in emergencies. " Kubun Fornet Kammee Wissa!"
Immediately the activity around James' body increased. The four elements had been called on and had come to the Protector's aid. They came into four shapes: Wind was a small, silvery, winged cat lithe and pretty; Fire came in the shape of a dainty fox, it's muzzle and paws black with the rest of its body shimmering with the many reds of the fire; Earth was a silver ruffed wolf, it's head proudly held and its fine, arched tale plumed over its body; and lastly Water, which held the shape of a pompous waterfowl, it's body all the colors of the rainbow. The spirits spoke in one voice "You called Protector of Earth, to what dost thou wish our aide?"
"I wish that my father's guards and medical personnel be summoned to this point." James' voice had taken a tone far beyond his years and experience would have previously allowed.
"It shall be as thou doth command."
"Thank you." James then stood over the little girl determined that no one should harm her.
James had a very little while to wait, his hands folded across his chest, when about twenty or so witches and wizards arrived on the scene with a very militaristic * pop *. They stood awaiting some signal when to James' surprise his older brother arrived. He took one look around before turning to his younger sibling. "What happened? One minute I was standing in my office the next your Elements urge me to come to your location, quite forcefully I might add."
James fell into pompous indignation. "If you take a good look around you brother dear you might find the cause of the concern."
Harold looked around him for the first time. The obscene sight seemed to imprint itself onto his eyelids. He managed to choke out an "I see." Then he looked down to see the little beauty at James' feet. He knelt down and began to examine her. "I need all of the survivors brought immediately to the hospital." He stood up to find the attendants still in formation, "well? What are you all waiting for?"
As though shot from behind they all got to work. Harold himself bent down to the beauty as though planning to carry her himself. James felt an irrational burst of insane jealousy at his brother touching the little lady. Harold glanced over at his younger brother and read a little of this on his face. He then prudently perhaps conjured a stretcher underneath her. Then without a word Harold dissapperated into the hospital's premises with her, leaving James to ride back alone.
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Lily was in a nauseating amount of pain. People and things were so out of focus for her that she felt nauseous just trying to open her eyes. She thought that maybe she heard people but their words blurred together in a kind of buzzing noise that rose and fell. Then she felt a sharp prick on her arm just above her elbow and the world once again went black.
Later still feeling woozy, Lily woke. She immediately noticed the sharp smell of disinfectant that hung heavy in the air. She opened her eyes to see white walls, and a table filled with flowers. A flashing red light proved to be an IV that was hooked up to her arm. A mask over her face was feeding fresh oxygen into her nose. A dull, pounding ache beat in her head and all of her body except perhaps her legs.
Lily couldn't worry about that for now, all she wanted to know was if her family was all right. She tried to move her head but it was restricted because of the mask. Irritated by this, Lily tried to yell, but the only sound that came out was a muffled moan.
Almost at once someone came into the room. It was a doctor of some kind. He peered at her intently, his dark brown concerned. "Well, so my patient is finally awake. Yes, hmmm…. Well for a while there young lady I was afraid that you wouldn't make it. But you fought through the worst of it and you are well on your way for a recovery." He motioned for some nurses behind him to get to work. They immediately bustled around her checking her pulse and various other items of obvious interest. When they were done the doctor looked over the results. He nodded his permission. One of the nurses swept over to Lily. She gently removed the mask from Lily's face.
Lily felt her eyes widen in shock. She had almost died? The concept alone was alien. She was overwhelmed. Just then she remembered her father and mother. "Is my family all right?"
The doctor was astonished this little girl, who's life was nearly taken away before it even began was only worried about her family? "Well, your father wishes to talk to you now. But only for a few minutes." He had delicately stepped around her question.
Lily shot him a suspicious look from beneath her voluminous eyelashes. She had caught the nuance in his speech. "Yes well do send him in please."
"In but a moment, I wish to ask you a few questions."
"By all means doctor?"
"Lord Doctor Harold Potter the 14th, if it pleases you Lady."
Lily giggled. "I am no lady my Lord Doctor, my name is Lily, Lily Salixia Evans."
"O but such a lovely name! Well Miss Lily, does anything in particular hurt?"
"Yes actually my entire upper body aches fiercely as does my poor head. I dare not move I hurt so much!"
Harold grew concerned at her statement. He had tried to heal her entire body but because it had been a long while before she had been found, he had not been able to heal everything. He hoped that this young girl was not…
"Do your legs hurt at all?"
Lily shook her head.
"Can you move your toes for me my dear?"
Lily said "Umm... sure!" Lily tried but found that she could not. A dreadful suspicion nagged in her mind. "I cannot! I cannot move my toe! I cannot move my legs! Oh no! OH NO!" She broke down weeping hysterically.
Harold called in the nurses and bade them to sedate her. They did so immediately. Lily quieted and eventually her sobbing ceased as her head fell back onto her pillows and she slept.
Harold leaned up against the wall of the room staring down at Lily his eyes filled with remorse and pity. How could he have failed to heal the poor child of that? Of all the things to miss why did he miss that? Now this poor child would have to suffer for his mistakes. Of course it wasn't certain that she could never recover after all this is the Wizarding World and there is bound to be a way to recover what she had lost. He hoped so anyway…
(A/N) So It's another chapter yet again! I am on a roll! Yes it is kinda a cliffy but so much the better! Anyhow must be off to write some more!
