Promise to be Bad.
Chapter 2
Harry's hidden letter
The train ride back to Hogwarts was dull and uneventful; not many people rode the train during the school year when it was called the Hogsmeade Express.
On the train, Lily worried about the contradictions she might receive for her outfit. It was simple enough for a regular person at school but for Lily Evans whose main dress code consisted of a pair of plain black pants and white tee shirt under her robes. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a bright emerald green bell sleeved sweater and platform cork sandals, her toes were painted a matching green.
Petunia had shown her how to apply the make up evenly and attractively and had styled her straight shoulder length hair in loose curls as Myles had done. Her eyes were lightly coated in a pale shimmery green to match her eyes, which were outlined in black. A slightly dark red gloss was applied to her lips to make them seem fuller than they were. Usually she wore a pair of thick rimmed glasses to hide her face and never donned even a sparkle of make up.
Her dorm mates would probably call her a slut and other mean names.
"So you trying' to fit in now are you? Well, no need to trouble your self, we already know you're a slut under all your rags, you don't have to wear pretty clothing to prove it." She could imagine Marie Wilkes saying.
James and his friends, though they left her alone most of the time, would probably target her for a few pranks. She couldn't go back to Hogwarts looking like she did.
There was a small vanity in the compartment she was in with a mirror. Seating herself in the cushion stool Lily picked up a tissue and scrubbed at her face. The eyeliner and mascara smeared down her cheek. Grabbing a few more tissues, she wiped the rest off. With out the make up, she didn't look much worse. That's why she wore the glasses, they were huge and covered half her face. Underneath, her eyelashes were long and thick accenting her eyes which glittered brightly, making it seem that she could laugh at everything. Her cheeks were blemish less and rosy, making her lips seem full and naturally red; dimples gathered at the corners when she smiled.
People couldn't look past anything. She covered herself to hide from further criticism and still received the average dose and they never realized that she was different from the rule pursuer and perfectionist.
When Harry was alive, he used to love a practical joke, and his favorite target was Petunia. He was constantly in trouble and expelled from two different schools, but anyone who knew him knew that underneath, he was a kind and compassionate person, always helping someone in need, he gave good advise and he knew when he'd gone too far. If they had known about his inner self, why could they realize the same about her? Harry and her were inseparable and often Lily was the master mind of some of their greater pranks and more than once she had to bail him out of a sticky situation. Like the time Constable Craig found him riffling around in their neighbors dumpster.
At the time, Lily was a block away keeping watch for their parents to come home and noticed the constable talking to Harry. He was looking a little at loss for words so she ran up to them crying and asked if he had found her retainer yet. Craig had excepted her excuse as truth and left, turning down their request for help. But she really hadn't lost her retainer because she didn't have one. What Harry was really doing was covering the realistic dead man dummy they had made together, (using fake blood and a rubber mask) for the garbage men to find. Needless to say, when their parents got home, they were very angry that their children and home smelt like the neighbor's garbage.
Tears gathered in her eyes and trailed down her face in a steady stream. Harry wasn't allowed to attend Hogwarts, he was muggle through and through. But that didn't prevent them from owling each other every other day and spending every minute together when she was home. She even broke the magic law by teaching Harry how to use magical artifacts (Mainly joke stuff that didn't require a wand to work). Even though she had Petunia back, it didn't compare to having a twin.
"Miss?" A woman asked from behind her. Lily looked at her through the mirror with a questioning expression on her face. She was a stewardess, dressed in the customary black robes with gold trimmings.
"The train will be arriving in five minutes. If you can gather your things, I'm sure we can have a foot man to help you with your trunks." Then as if just seeing Lily's disgruntled look. "Are you all right, miss?"
"What? Oh yes, I'm fine thank you."
The woman smiled. "Then I'll have Benny meet you here when we arrive. Good day." With one last smile she was gone.
Lily sighed and wiped away her tears. She opened her trunk and pulled out three things. Her black school robe, her normal outfit (Black slacks and white tee-shirt) and finally a pair of thick plastic glasses.
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"Miss Evans!" Dumbledore exclaimed when she marched into his office half an hour later. "I wasn't expecting you to return so soon."
"Yes, I know you did. I guess you could say that I got home sick." She shrugged and noticed three boys sitting in chairs across from his desk. They weren't really listening but were whispering amongst themselves.
"Understandable." He agreed. "How was the funeral?" At the word 'funeral', the boys perked up and listened intently.
"It was fine, as far as funerals go. Petunia is going to sell the house soon, so I have to get a place to stay in a few months, but other than that, I'm fine."
"You know, I too, lost my family when I was very young as well. I remember--"
"Please, professor. I really don't want to talk about it."
He nodded. And then remembered the boys. "James as head boy you should know better, but seeing as you evidently had no idea of this hoax, there is nothing I can do. You are off the hook. But Remus and Sirius, you both have a weeks worth of detention with Mister Filch. Good day to you all, you're dismissed."
Only Remus was unhappy about the arrangements and stood, grumbling, to his feet.
"Miss Evans, a quick word with you?"
A few minutes she left his office and decided to take a detour to the kitchens for lunch. Just as she rounded the corner she heard voices.
"You know, I bet she killed her parents. That's why she wasn't sad."
"Sirius, that's ridiculous."
"Hey, it could be true! The girl has no heart. She's boring, ugly, mean and probably hasn't done anything against the rules in her life. And if it wasn't for James then she would regret ever coming to this school."
"Sirius!"
"I'm just kidding, Remus." Their voices came closer and Lily jumped behind a giant flower pot.
"I wouldn't hurt her. I'd just make her life miserable."
Remus laughed when they passed and their voices grew faint as they walked away.
Lily silently went back to her room and curled up under the covers. She wasn't hungry anymore. And she knew that tomorrow wouldn't be any better, for no one was likely to remember Lily Evan's birthday.
The next morning, Lily woke at five minutes to eight, giving her plenty of time to shower and dress for breakfast. The date was September sixteenth and still she didn't feel any different for being seventeen.
At breakfast, no one came up to her and wished her a happy birthday not that she was expecting them too. But it was nice to think that someone out there knew what a special day it was.
Owl post arrived and once again, she didn't pay any attention to the excitement at all. The only letters she had received were from Dumbledore to inform her of a meeting with the other school prefects, and the letter from Petunia notify her of their parent's death. So she was greatly surprised when Mangos landed on the table in front of her with a very decorative package tied to it's legs.
The Gryffindor table was quiet for once and all watched her remove the package from her very tired owl's legs. She read the card first.
Happy Birthday!
I tried to think of something that I could give you for your birthday and thought, you have enough clothes so I was sorting through the junk in the attic and came across it and figured that you should have it.
It's a bit old, but I know you'll love it. Don't get all teary eyed on me now, you don't want to be embarrassed in front of your friends. The other thing I picked up in the market.
Love you lots, Petunia..
Lily didn't seem to notice that she had an audience. Nobody had ever seen her get a package from anyone, not to mention a present so richly wrapped. They just didn't think that she really had anyone who loved her and that was what made her so bitter. They were wrong.
Taking care not to rip the pretty paper, she unwrapped the gift from her sister. Inside was another elaborately decorated box and a leather book. She opened the box first.
It was a snow globe. Inside of which, two girls dance with arms outflung, faces to the sky as snow fell all around them.
"She remembers." Lily whispered to herself as a tear slipped down her cheek and she too remembered the last Christmas she spent with Petunia before she was sent away to Hogwarts.
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"Lily!" A seventeen year old Petunia called to her sister. "It's snowing!"
Lily screamed with delight and ran outside and hugged her sister.
Their parents were putting on a Christmas party for work. Harry was at a friends house and Petunia was left to baby-sit her ten year old sister so with nothing to do but watch a boring meeting, the two girls were bored out of their minds.
Back then was a time when Petunia was always laughing, even when her younger siblings targeted her for pranks. She was wearing a long flowing white wool dress, soft to the touch and made her cheeks glow like cinnamon. Lily was dressed to match and looked almost exactly like her.
Together they stood on the Evans' front lawn and watched as the world around them slowly turned to white.
"A winter wonderland." Petunia murmured.
Lily smiled happily and looked up at her sister only to see her spinning with her arms out stretched, face upturned, without a care in the world, her skirt twirling around her ankles. She looked so happy that soon Lily was spinning with her.
Together the sisters spun and laughed and had the time of their lives while their parents talked inside the house, unaware of the joy that gathered outside.
Nina, the Evans' nursemaid, had seen them through the window and had snapped a picture, forever freezing the last happy moment that Lily and Petunia ever had together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (A/N: Isn't that sweet? Have you ever done that when it snowed? It's fun.)
She placed the fragile globe on the table next to her plate of eggs and opened the book. It was a photo album and in it were the assorted pictures that Harry and her would take for every prank they pulled. So they could grow up and teach their kids about the classics.
Forgetting that she was in the great hall surrounded by hundreds of people who either didn't know who she was or hated her, Lily burst into tears. (A/N: There's a lot of crying in this ficcy, isn't there? But it's understandable. I've never lost someone as close to me as a twin could be and I can only imagine what she is going through.)
Her classmates didn't know what to do. They weren't used to seeing Lily Evans, calm and collected always, become so broken. No one rushed to her side to hug and comfort her. She jumped to her feet and rushed from the room taking the album with her but forgetting the snow globe.
When she was gone, the breakfast hall erupted in a fanfare of heated discussions over the morning's entertainment.
James Potter noticed the forgotten globe, wrappings and birthday card first. He picked up the globe and raised an eyebrow. She'd cry over a globe?
What happened to the Lily Evans he knew?
"Mister Potter? Would you please return these items to Miss Evans, please." James jumped at the voice of Dumbledore behind him.
He nodded. "Yes, professor."
He found her curled up in a ball on one of the sofas, asleep. Still wet tears drying on her cheeks. The album lay open on the floor. Respectfully (A/N: Mama's boy! J/K.), he didn't look at it. He set her things on the floor and closed the book. Then he conjured a blanket and draped it over her.
She slept all day, past dinner and into the night. Never waking once. Dreams plagued her sleep, old memories she felt better left forgotten, surfaced and relived themselves over her closed lids. Harry and his pranks (A/N: I'm really hating that word! How many times have I used it so far? Note to self: find better word!), her parents and their disappointment in her no matter what she did, Petunia's degrading, and humiliation, the worst of her memories.
One thing stood out more than others. The day Harry died.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The basketball rolled out into the empty street and Harry went to fetch it.
"Hey Lily, watch this!" He bounced the ball in a figure eight through his legs faster and faster.
"Let me try, Harry."
He stopped the ball. "Yeah sure, Lil." He grinned and held out the ball for her. "Just have to get it from me first."
He laughed and ran around dodging her every attempt.
"Harry Evans! Give me the ball." She cried angrily. "Give it to me or I'll tell mom that it was you who put the salt in the sugar shakers and made her pies all gross."
"Nope. I'll tell her it was your idea."
She shrieked exasperately. "Harry!" She charged at him.
He only laughed and bounced away, staying away from her grasp.
Looking behind , he saw her stop and catch her breath, he slowed down and tripped.
"AAh!"
"Harry!" Lily cried and ran up to him. "Are you okay?"
His knee was bloody, his face scrunched up in pain, refusing to cry.
She remembered feeling admiration for his courage and effort not to show his pain.
"I'll go get mom, can you walk?"
She tried to help him to his feet but he cried out.
"It hurts! Stop!"
She dropped him and turned towards the house noticing a small red car turning sharply onto the street. She thought it would slow down but it didn't. She noticed the driver wasn't looking at the road, and started running towards her brother.
"Harry, get out of the road!" She screamed.
He saw the car coming at him but it was too close to move. His scream filled the air.
"Harry!" Lily screamed. "No!"
The car breaks squealed but it was going to fast to stop. It hit Harry at about twenty miles an hour. His body hit the windshield and flew over the car landing in the gravel a few yards away. The car paused and the driver looked back before it sped away.
Screaming and crying, Lily ran to her twins lifeless body.
"Harry! Get up!" She pushed him, her arms already covered in his blood.
Mrs. Evans came running out of the house. "Harry! Oh my baby!" She cried and stood over him but didn't touch him.
"Harry, get up. Come on. Please." Lily said almost inaudibly
Sirens could be heard and soon the red lights stopped at the drive.
Lily was still hugging her brother's body when a medic pulled her from him.
"No! No, he's not dead. He's still alive! Help him. Fix him, hurry, damn you!" She screamed at the man who was covering him with a sheet.
He shook his head sadly and wouldn't look at her. Her mother grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her away.
"Let me go! Harry! Wake up, please. Come back!"
But he didn't and he would never ever wake up again. She pushed herself from her mother and past the medic to hug her brother crying. When the man tried to move her again the punched him.
"Leave her, Rick. She's just a kid and that's her brother." Another medic said.
Rick nodded and climbed in behind Lily.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"HARRY!" Lily screamed and woke up. She was drenched in sweat and shaking, the blanket lay on the floor.
"Lily! Are you all right?"
She whirled around to find she was staring at all of Gryffindor.
She couldn't speak, she couldn't move or stop shaking and she just sobbed harder.
A girl in her year named, Elizabeth , stepped forward and grabbed the blanket from the floor and wrapped Lily into a hug. "Shh. It's okay, it's over now. Stop crying, it was just a dream." She crooned into Lily's hair. "Shh, now. You're all right."
Her soothing voice calmed Lily's trembling body and she fell asleep still being rocked by the girl. After a while Elizabeth sighed and laid Lily back down on the couch.
"Is she okay, now?" James asked in a whisper.
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, she'll be fine. I wonder who Harry is, you heard her, she was screaming for 'Harry'."
Sirius snorted. "Of course we heard her. They probably heard her in Africa!"
"Shut up, you ass! This is serious." Elizabeth said hotly.
"She's right, Sirius." Remus said. Sirius grunted.
"I need some one to take her upstairs, she's too heavy for me."
"I'll do it."
"Thank you."
James lifted her slight weight easily in his arms and carried her upstairs. Elizabeth brought in her things and set them on Lily's desk.
"Thanks, James." She hugged him.
"No, problem." He said and kissed her lightly on the mouth.
"Goodnight, Liz." He hugged her once more before leaving.
Elizabeth crawled into her bed and fell asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.
Not soon later, Lily stirred and sat up in her own bed, securely tucked in. A sudden urge to see the photo album nagged at her thoughts.
Grabbing it off of her desk she pulled out her wand. "Lumos." She whispered.
She turned through the pages as if looking for something, she didn't know what, just something that wasn't a picture. In frustration she through the book on the end of her bed and stared at the inside cover panel.
It glittered as the light reflected off of it's surface.
She had found what she was looking for, but where had Harry gotten hold of invisible ink? She'd never brought any home with her and she hadn't really ever used it before. (A/N: Don't they have Invisible ink in the 'muggle' world? They do in this fic.)
"Apericium." She said the spell and tapped the paper.
Harry's hardly legible handwriting snaked across the paper.
To the best twin a twin could ask for-
I just wanted to say, remember our promise.
"What promise?" Lily asked herself.
I know what you're probably thinking. You don't remember a promise and that's because you're going to make it right now.
If you ever find this in school, good, because I want you to promise that you'll be bad. Yes, bad. Do as many pranks as you can, laugh as hard I do, live a little. Don't think about what people will think about you when they see you tomorrow. I never want you to be one of those people kids avoid, like Mrs. Burger at school. Never!
I hope you find this at school or even thirty years from now when I'm away on a business trip, because you never let me live it down for the rest of my life, that I can be sentimental. Running out of space, Remember our promise.- Harry.
Tears spilled down her cheeks in a steady flow. "Thanks a lot, Harry. Great, 'be bad', 'live a little'." She had no heart to protest his wish or her own.
She was too tired to do anything but place the album under her pillow and burrow deeper into the warmth of her blankets. Her watch said that it was almost two thirty in the morning. Tomorrow she'd catch up on her sleep.
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Yay! I finished it. Sorry it took to long but my best friend is moving to the town over and I had to help her paint.
Next chapter is my favorite! *Rubs hands together excitedly*
Special thanks to all my reviewers. Eighteen for only one chappy! I love you guys!
Come one! Come all! Review this fic and I'll throw a ball! J/k
Chapter 2
Harry's hidden letter
The train ride back to Hogwarts was dull and uneventful; not many people rode the train during the school year when it was called the Hogsmeade Express.
On the train, Lily worried about the contradictions she might receive for her outfit. It was simple enough for a regular person at school but for Lily Evans whose main dress code consisted of a pair of plain black pants and white tee shirt under her robes. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a bright emerald green bell sleeved sweater and platform cork sandals, her toes were painted a matching green.
Petunia had shown her how to apply the make up evenly and attractively and had styled her straight shoulder length hair in loose curls as Myles had done. Her eyes were lightly coated in a pale shimmery green to match her eyes, which were outlined in black. A slightly dark red gloss was applied to her lips to make them seem fuller than they were. Usually she wore a pair of thick rimmed glasses to hide her face and never donned even a sparkle of make up.
Her dorm mates would probably call her a slut and other mean names.
"So you trying' to fit in now are you? Well, no need to trouble your self, we already know you're a slut under all your rags, you don't have to wear pretty clothing to prove it." She could imagine Marie Wilkes saying.
James and his friends, though they left her alone most of the time, would probably target her for a few pranks. She couldn't go back to Hogwarts looking like she did.
There was a small vanity in the compartment she was in with a mirror. Seating herself in the cushion stool Lily picked up a tissue and scrubbed at her face. The eyeliner and mascara smeared down her cheek. Grabbing a few more tissues, she wiped the rest off. With out the make up, she didn't look much worse. That's why she wore the glasses, they were huge and covered half her face. Underneath, her eyelashes were long and thick accenting her eyes which glittered brightly, making it seem that she could laugh at everything. Her cheeks were blemish less and rosy, making her lips seem full and naturally red; dimples gathered at the corners when she smiled.
People couldn't look past anything. She covered herself to hide from further criticism and still received the average dose and they never realized that she was different from the rule pursuer and perfectionist.
When Harry was alive, he used to love a practical joke, and his favorite target was Petunia. He was constantly in trouble and expelled from two different schools, but anyone who knew him knew that underneath, he was a kind and compassionate person, always helping someone in need, he gave good advise and he knew when he'd gone too far. If they had known about his inner self, why could they realize the same about her? Harry and her were inseparable and often Lily was the master mind of some of their greater pranks and more than once she had to bail him out of a sticky situation. Like the time Constable Craig found him riffling around in their neighbors dumpster.
At the time, Lily was a block away keeping watch for their parents to come home and noticed the constable talking to Harry. He was looking a little at loss for words so she ran up to them crying and asked if he had found her retainer yet. Craig had excepted her excuse as truth and left, turning down their request for help. But she really hadn't lost her retainer because she didn't have one. What Harry was really doing was covering the realistic dead man dummy they had made together, (using fake blood and a rubber mask) for the garbage men to find. Needless to say, when their parents got home, they were very angry that their children and home smelt like the neighbor's garbage.
Tears gathered in her eyes and trailed down her face in a steady stream. Harry wasn't allowed to attend Hogwarts, he was muggle through and through. But that didn't prevent them from owling each other every other day and spending every minute together when she was home. She even broke the magic law by teaching Harry how to use magical artifacts (Mainly joke stuff that didn't require a wand to work). Even though she had Petunia back, it didn't compare to having a twin.
"Miss?" A woman asked from behind her. Lily looked at her through the mirror with a questioning expression on her face. She was a stewardess, dressed in the customary black robes with gold trimmings.
"The train will be arriving in five minutes. If you can gather your things, I'm sure we can have a foot man to help you with your trunks." Then as if just seeing Lily's disgruntled look. "Are you all right, miss?"
"What? Oh yes, I'm fine thank you."
The woman smiled. "Then I'll have Benny meet you here when we arrive. Good day." With one last smile she was gone.
Lily sighed and wiped away her tears. She opened her trunk and pulled out three things. Her black school robe, her normal outfit (Black slacks and white tee-shirt) and finally a pair of thick plastic glasses.
**************************** (A/N: Sorry about the self-consciousness. But it's something that happens to the most of us. Read on!)
"Miss Evans!" Dumbledore exclaimed when she marched into his office half an hour later. "I wasn't expecting you to return so soon."
"Yes, I know you did. I guess you could say that I got home sick." She shrugged and noticed three boys sitting in chairs across from his desk. They weren't really listening but were whispering amongst themselves.
"Understandable." He agreed. "How was the funeral?" At the word 'funeral', the boys perked up and listened intently.
"It was fine, as far as funerals go. Petunia is going to sell the house soon, so I have to get a place to stay in a few months, but other than that, I'm fine."
"You know, I too, lost my family when I was very young as well. I remember--"
"Please, professor. I really don't want to talk about it."
He nodded. And then remembered the boys. "James as head boy you should know better, but seeing as you evidently had no idea of this hoax, there is nothing I can do. You are off the hook. But Remus and Sirius, you both have a weeks worth of detention with Mister Filch. Good day to you all, you're dismissed."
Only Remus was unhappy about the arrangements and stood, grumbling, to his feet.
"Miss Evans, a quick word with you?"
A few minutes she left his office and decided to take a detour to the kitchens for lunch. Just as she rounded the corner she heard voices.
"You know, I bet she killed her parents. That's why she wasn't sad."
"Sirius, that's ridiculous."
"Hey, it could be true! The girl has no heart. She's boring, ugly, mean and probably hasn't done anything against the rules in her life. And if it wasn't for James then she would regret ever coming to this school."
"Sirius!"
"I'm just kidding, Remus." Their voices came closer and Lily jumped behind a giant flower pot.
"I wouldn't hurt her. I'd just make her life miserable."
Remus laughed when they passed and their voices grew faint as they walked away.
Lily silently went back to her room and curled up under the covers. She wasn't hungry anymore. And she knew that tomorrow wouldn't be any better, for no one was likely to remember Lily Evan's birthday.
The next morning, Lily woke at five minutes to eight, giving her plenty of time to shower and dress for breakfast. The date was September sixteenth and still she didn't feel any different for being seventeen.
At breakfast, no one came up to her and wished her a happy birthday not that she was expecting them too. But it was nice to think that someone out there knew what a special day it was.
Owl post arrived and once again, she didn't pay any attention to the excitement at all. The only letters she had received were from Dumbledore to inform her of a meeting with the other school prefects, and the letter from Petunia notify her of their parent's death. So she was greatly surprised when Mangos landed on the table in front of her with a very decorative package tied to it's legs.
The Gryffindor table was quiet for once and all watched her remove the package from her very tired owl's legs. She read the card first.
Happy Birthday!
I tried to think of something that I could give you for your birthday and thought, you have enough clothes so I was sorting through the junk in the attic and came across it and figured that you should have it.
It's a bit old, but I know you'll love it. Don't get all teary eyed on me now, you don't want to be embarrassed in front of your friends. The other thing I picked up in the market.
Love you lots, Petunia..
Lily didn't seem to notice that she had an audience. Nobody had ever seen her get a package from anyone, not to mention a present so richly wrapped. They just didn't think that she really had anyone who loved her and that was what made her so bitter. They were wrong.
Taking care not to rip the pretty paper, she unwrapped the gift from her sister. Inside was another elaborately decorated box and a leather book. She opened the box first.
It was a snow globe. Inside of which, two girls dance with arms outflung, faces to the sky as snow fell all around them.
"She remembers." Lily whispered to herself as a tear slipped down her cheek and she too remembered the last Christmas she spent with Petunia before she was sent away to Hogwarts.
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"Lily!" A seventeen year old Petunia called to her sister. "It's snowing!"
Lily screamed with delight and ran outside and hugged her sister.
Their parents were putting on a Christmas party for work. Harry was at a friends house and Petunia was left to baby-sit her ten year old sister so with nothing to do but watch a boring meeting, the two girls were bored out of their minds.
Back then was a time when Petunia was always laughing, even when her younger siblings targeted her for pranks. She was wearing a long flowing white wool dress, soft to the touch and made her cheeks glow like cinnamon. Lily was dressed to match and looked almost exactly like her.
Together they stood on the Evans' front lawn and watched as the world around them slowly turned to white.
"A winter wonderland." Petunia murmured.
Lily smiled happily and looked up at her sister only to see her spinning with her arms out stretched, face upturned, without a care in the world, her skirt twirling around her ankles. She looked so happy that soon Lily was spinning with her.
Together the sisters spun and laughed and had the time of their lives while their parents talked inside the house, unaware of the joy that gathered outside.
Nina, the Evans' nursemaid, had seen them through the window and had snapped a picture, forever freezing the last happy moment that Lily and Petunia ever had together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (A/N: Isn't that sweet? Have you ever done that when it snowed? It's fun.)
She placed the fragile globe on the table next to her plate of eggs and opened the book. It was a photo album and in it were the assorted pictures that Harry and her would take for every prank they pulled. So they could grow up and teach their kids about the classics.
Forgetting that she was in the great hall surrounded by hundreds of people who either didn't know who she was or hated her, Lily burst into tears. (A/N: There's a lot of crying in this ficcy, isn't there? But it's understandable. I've never lost someone as close to me as a twin could be and I can only imagine what she is going through.)
Her classmates didn't know what to do. They weren't used to seeing Lily Evans, calm and collected always, become so broken. No one rushed to her side to hug and comfort her. She jumped to her feet and rushed from the room taking the album with her but forgetting the snow globe.
When she was gone, the breakfast hall erupted in a fanfare of heated discussions over the morning's entertainment.
James Potter noticed the forgotten globe, wrappings and birthday card first. He picked up the globe and raised an eyebrow. She'd cry over a globe?
What happened to the Lily Evans he knew?
"Mister Potter? Would you please return these items to Miss Evans, please." James jumped at the voice of Dumbledore behind him.
He nodded. "Yes, professor."
He found her curled up in a ball on one of the sofas, asleep. Still wet tears drying on her cheeks. The album lay open on the floor. Respectfully (A/N: Mama's boy! J/K.), he didn't look at it. He set her things on the floor and closed the book. Then he conjured a blanket and draped it over her.
She slept all day, past dinner and into the night. Never waking once. Dreams plagued her sleep, old memories she felt better left forgotten, surfaced and relived themselves over her closed lids. Harry and his pranks (A/N: I'm really hating that word! How many times have I used it so far? Note to self: find better word!), her parents and their disappointment in her no matter what she did, Petunia's degrading, and humiliation, the worst of her memories.
One thing stood out more than others. The day Harry died.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The basketball rolled out into the empty street and Harry went to fetch it.
"Hey Lily, watch this!" He bounced the ball in a figure eight through his legs faster and faster.
"Let me try, Harry."
He stopped the ball. "Yeah sure, Lil." He grinned and held out the ball for her. "Just have to get it from me first."
He laughed and ran around dodging her every attempt.
"Harry Evans! Give me the ball." She cried angrily. "Give it to me or I'll tell mom that it was you who put the salt in the sugar shakers and made her pies all gross."
"Nope. I'll tell her it was your idea."
She shrieked exasperately. "Harry!" She charged at him.
He only laughed and bounced away, staying away from her grasp.
Looking behind , he saw her stop and catch her breath, he slowed down and tripped.
"AAh!"
"Harry!" Lily cried and ran up to him. "Are you okay?"
His knee was bloody, his face scrunched up in pain, refusing to cry.
She remembered feeling admiration for his courage and effort not to show his pain.
"I'll go get mom, can you walk?"
She tried to help him to his feet but he cried out.
"It hurts! Stop!"
She dropped him and turned towards the house noticing a small red car turning sharply onto the street. She thought it would slow down but it didn't. She noticed the driver wasn't looking at the road, and started running towards her brother.
"Harry, get out of the road!" She screamed.
He saw the car coming at him but it was too close to move. His scream filled the air.
"Harry!" Lily screamed. "No!"
The car breaks squealed but it was going to fast to stop. It hit Harry at about twenty miles an hour. His body hit the windshield and flew over the car landing in the gravel a few yards away. The car paused and the driver looked back before it sped away.
Screaming and crying, Lily ran to her twins lifeless body.
"Harry! Get up!" She pushed him, her arms already covered in his blood.
Mrs. Evans came running out of the house. "Harry! Oh my baby!" She cried and stood over him but didn't touch him.
"Harry, get up. Come on. Please." Lily said almost inaudibly
Sirens could be heard and soon the red lights stopped at the drive.
Lily was still hugging her brother's body when a medic pulled her from him.
"No! No, he's not dead. He's still alive! Help him. Fix him, hurry, damn you!" She screamed at the man who was covering him with a sheet.
He shook his head sadly and wouldn't look at her. Her mother grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her away.
"Let me go! Harry! Wake up, please. Come back!"
But he didn't and he would never ever wake up again. She pushed herself from her mother and past the medic to hug her brother crying. When the man tried to move her again the punched him.
"Leave her, Rick. She's just a kid and that's her brother." Another medic said.
Rick nodded and climbed in behind Lily.
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"HARRY!" Lily screamed and woke up. She was drenched in sweat and shaking, the blanket lay on the floor.
"Lily! Are you all right?"
She whirled around to find she was staring at all of Gryffindor.
She couldn't speak, she couldn't move or stop shaking and she just sobbed harder.
A girl in her year named, Elizabeth , stepped forward and grabbed the blanket from the floor and wrapped Lily into a hug. "Shh. It's okay, it's over now. Stop crying, it was just a dream." She crooned into Lily's hair. "Shh, now. You're all right."
Her soothing voice calmed Lily's trembling body and she fell asleep still being rocked by the girl. After a while Elizabeth sighed and laid Lily back down on the couch.
"Is she okay, now?" James asked in a whisper.
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, she'll be fine. I wonder who Harry is, you heard her, she was screaming for 'Harry'."
Sirius snorted. "Of course we heard her. They probably heard her in Africa!"
"Shut up, you ass! This is serious." Elizabeth said hotly.
"She's right, Sirius." Remus said. Sirius grunted.
"I need some one to take her upstairs, she's too heavy for me."
"I'll do it."
"Thank you."
James lifted her slight weight easily in his arms and carried her upstairs. Elizabeth brought in her things and set them on Lily's desk.
"Thanks, James." She hugged him.
"No, problem." He said and kissed her lightly on the mouth.
"Goodnight, Liz." He hugged her once more before leaving.
Elizabeth crawled into her bed and fell asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.
Not soon later, Lily stirred and sat up in her own bed, securely tucked in. A sudden urge to see the photo album nagged at her thoughts.
Grabbing it off of her desk she pulled out her wand. "Lumos." She whispered.
She turned through the pages as if looking for something, she didn't know what, just something that wasn't a picture. In frustration she through the book on the end of her bed and stared at the inside cover panel.
It glittered as the light reflected off of it's surface.
She had found what she was looking for, but where had Harry gotten hold of invisible ink? She'd never brought any home with her and she hadn't really ever used it before. (A/N: Don't they have Invisible ink in the 'muggle' world? They do in this fic.)
"Apericium." She said the spell and tapped the paper.
Harry's hardly legible handwriting snaked across the paper.
To the best twin a twin could ask for-
I just wanted to say, remember our promise.
"What promise?" Lily asked herself.
I know what you're probably thinking. You don't remember a promise and that's because you're going to make it right now.
If you ever find this in school, good, because I want you to promise that you'll be bad. Yes, bad. Do as many pranks as you can, laugh as hard I do, live a little. Don't think about what people will think about you when they see you tomorrow. I never want you to be one of those people kids avoid, like Mrs. Burger at school. Never!
I hope you find this at school or even thirty years from now when I'm away on a business trip, because you never let me live it down for the rest of my life, that I can be sentimental. Running out of space, Remember our promise.- Harry.
Tears spilled down her cheeks in a steady flow. "Thanks a lot, Harry. Great, 'be bad', 'live a little'." She had no heart to protest his wish or her own.
She was too tired to do anything but place the album under her pillow and burrow deeper into the warmth of her blankets. Her watch said that it was almost two thirty in the morning. Tomorrow she'd catch up on her sleep.
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Yay! I finished it. Sorry it took to long but my best friend is moving to the town over and I had to help her paint.
Next chapter is my favorite! *Rubs hands together excitedly*
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