disclaimer: see chapter one
Honest Lies and Common Knowledge Secrets
Chapter three
Daddy Dearest, Please let me go
"AHH!" Lily screamed. This was something, for Lily never screamed. Nothing bothered her. Lily wasn't scared of nothing, as the twins and Thorne would say. "Siri! Siri! Bubba, where are you?" She called desperately, thudding down the stairs in her socks.
The Blacks and Thorne were in the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons. (Another weird thing, Lily was usually the first one up and had taken up her favorite spot on the Blacks comfy couch before anyone else was up.
One more thing: It was the first of July.
Lily came bounding into the living room. As she got neaer the couch she jumped and ended up laying across Vega and Sirius. "Guess, guess, Sirius! Three words!" She was all smiles and she had these little dimples in her cheeks and a gleam in her eye. Sirius shrugged. Lily pouted. "Play along, imbecile! Now, guess! Three words."
"Erm...I love you?"
Lily laughed. "I know you do, but come on! Guess!"
The boy furrowed his eyebrows. "I was wrong?"
She sighed. "You usually are! Come on!"
Vega laughed at his brother's blank look. "Seriously, Sirius. Today is July 1. She got her letter accepting her to Hogwarts today. The owl with our letter should come soon." Vega would be starting his third year in September.
Lily and Sirius stared.
"What?"
"How'd you know!" Sirius asked, amazed.
Vega grinned the Black grin. When a Black did this, run. Now, on the other hand, if Lily did it, go and kill yourself because someone is about to achieve a fate worse than death. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said.
Castor laughed. "Lily, you dropped your letter and Vega saw. That's how he knew," Pullox said.
"Why you!" Vega jumped up off the couch (causing Lily to fall on her ass) and preceded to chase his little brother around and around. Lily laughed and laughed. As Castor and Thorne joined in on terrorizing Vega, Mr. Black addressed Lily.
"When are you going tell your parents?" The gleam in her eyes faded, as did her smile.
"Er, won't you tell them for me? Come, please!" She put on the puup eyes and pouted. Brendyn, having four manipulating sons of his own, didn't buy it.
"Fine, I'll tell them tonight. Thorne's staying over again, though..."
--
"Lily..." His voice as stern and so was his look. She was used to it. That didn't stop it, thought from stinging her eyes and burning her face.
"Yes, Father?" She stood straight and tall, head held high. The girl looked her father in his eyes. She held her hands behind her back, they were sweating profusely.
"You want to go to this...this school of Magic?"
"Yes, Father."
"You want to go and leave us?"
She swallowed. She could taste the fuzy feel of dryness. "Well, Father, I'd be going off to something school if it wasn't this one. And I won't be leaving for ever! There's Christmas and Easter and summer of course!" Lily tried to stay calm and logical. They would have sent her to Petunia's horrible boarding school of charm and other girl crap. For a long time now, Lily had been hoping that letter would come. It did and she wasn't going to pass it up.
His hand was hard against her face. It stung. Would there be finger marks in the morning? "Don't get smart...Don't sass you Father."
Nodding, she said, "Yes, Father."
"I will allow you to go. The Blacks will take to...To where ever you need to go to get your supplies?"
"Yes, Father."
"I will give you money, then. Enough to get your stuff and that is it. If there is an change, I want it back. Understand me? I also want the cost of everything you buy so I know if I get the right change back. Also, I will copy you supply list so I know if you bought frivolous things." He had taken a few steps closer. His hand tightened around her jaw and mother.
"Yes, Father."
"Now, I guess that means I'll have to make up for the lost time we will have." His other hand went to the back of her head and pulled her hair as he roughly put his lips on hers. She started to squirm. That was a mistake. She hadn't ssquirmed in years. What was wrong with her?
Preston Evans took a step back and looked at his daughter. He slapped her once...then again...then again... "Now, disrobe."
Honest Lies and Common Knowledge Secrets
Chapter three
Daddy Dearest, Please let me go
"AHH!" Lily screamed. This was something, for Lily never screamed. Nothing bothered her. Lily wasn't scared of nothing, as the twins and Thorne would say. "Siri! Siri! Bubba, where are you?" She called desperately, thudding down the stairs in her socks.
The Blacks and Thorne were in the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons. (Another weird thing, Lily was usually the first one up and had taken up her favorite spot on the Blacks comfy couch before anyone else was up.
One more thing: It was the first of July.
Lily came bounding into the living room. As she got neaer the couch she jumped and ended up laying across Vega and Sirius. "Guess, guess, Sirius! Three words!" She was all smiles and she had these little dimples in her cheeks and a gleam in her eye. Sirius shrugged. Lily pouted. "Play along, imbecile! Now, guess! Three words."
"Erm...I love you?"
Lily laughed. "I know you do, but come on! Guess!"
The boy furrowed his eyebrows. "I was wrong?"
She sighed. "You usually are! Come on!"
Vega laughed at his brother's blank look. "Seriously, Sirius. Today is July 1. She got her letter accepting her to Hogwarts today. The owl with our letter should come soon." Vega would be starting his third year in September.
Lily and Sirius stared.
"What?"
"How'd you know!" Sirius asked, amazed.
Vega grinned the Black grin. When a Black did this, run. Now, on the other hand, if Lily did it, go and kill yourself because someone is about to achieve a fate worse than death. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said.
Castor laughed. "Lily, you dropped your letter and Vega saw. That's how he knew," Pullox said.
"Why you!" Vega jumped up off the couch (causing Lily to fall on her ass) and preceded to chase his little brother around and around. Lily laughed and laughed. As Castor and Thorne joined in on terrorizing Vega, Mr. Black addressed Lily.
"When are you going tell your parents?" The gleam in her eyes faded, as did her smile.
"Er, won't you tell them for me? Come, please!" She put on the puup eyes and pouted. Brendyn, having four manipulating sons of his own, didn't buy it.
"Fine, I'll tell them tonight. Thorne's staying over again, though..."
--
"Lily..." His voice as stern and so was his look. She was used to it. That didn't stop it, thought from stinging her eyes and burning her face.
"Yes, Father?" She stood straight and tall, head held high. The girl looked her father in his eyes. She held her hands behind her back, they were sweating profusely.
"You want to go to this...this school of Magic?"
"Yes, Father."
"You want to go and leave us?"
She swallowed. She could taste the fuzy feel of dryness. "Well, Father, I'd be going off to something school if it wasn't this one. And I won't be leaving for ever! There's Christmas and Easter and summer of course!" Lily tried to stay calm and logical. They would have sent her to Petunia's horrible boarding school of charm and other girl crap. For a long time now, Lily had been hoping that letter would come. It did and she wasn't going to pass it up.
His hand was hard against her face. It stung. Would there be finger marks in the morning? "Don't get smart...Don't sass you Father."
Nodding, she said, "Yes, Father."
"I will allow you to go. The Blacks will take to...To where ever you need to go to get your supplies?"
"Yes, Father."
"I will give you money, then. Enough to get your stuff and that is it. If there is an change, I want it back. Understand me? I also want the cost of everything you buy so I know if I get the right change back. Also, I will copy you supply list so I know if you bought frivolous things." He had taken a few steps closer. His hand tightened around her jaw and mother.
"Yes, Father."
"Now, I guess that means I'll have to make up for the lost time we will have." His other hand went to the back of her head and pulled her hair as he roughly put his lips on hers. She started to squirm. That was a mistake. She hadn't ssquirmed in years. What was wrong with her?
Preston Evans took a step back and looked at his daughter. He slapped her once...then again...then again... "Now, disrobe."