Dear, Dear Diary
by dark arts faerie
'As a Singer, you already know the world is made up of
vibrations, waves of colour, of light, of sound. The world
is full of constant motion which most
people never see, and 'tis through such motion, such vibrations,
that you are able to affect the world through music.'
This Chapter's Words of Wisdom,
extracted from the book, 'Prophecy'
By Elizabeth Haydon.
Chapter 1: August 14
Lilyaryn Anne Evans slowed to a walk. There was a suspicious amount of smoke in the air around her, and besides, she had been jogging the entire hour long early night run.
Lily started singing along with a tune that had been stuck in her head.
Lily trailed off and gasped. Her house had just come into view. It was lit up in orange, green, red and yellow flames.
Green smoke went into the air with a BANG!
Lily's ears rang with the sound of Voldemort's cold laughter echoing loudly into the air.
"No." She whispered, as the smoke became the Dark Mark.
White flashes flared. Death Eaters were apparating away from the crime scene.
Lily started running towards her crumbling house.
A beam from the roof fell, quickly followed by a windowpane from Lily's burning bedroom window.
Lily ran into the house, ignoring the flames coming from her room, Rose's room, the master bedroom and the bathroom her parents had slaved for weeks on to get perfect.
Running upstairs, Prince on her heels, Lily found Petunia's room was also on fire. Petunia herself burst into flames seconds after Lily found her.
Running back downstairs, Lily grabbed a faded leather bound photo album. It contained photos of her, her sisters and her parents, as well as any animals they had owned. . .and . . .also, the only photo of Lily's long dead, or mayhap missing, twin, Harry. . .
Running into the kitchen, Lily found her mother lying on the floor.
Lily sobbed and shook her still mother's shoulder. "Mum! Mum! Wake up!" Lily hugged her dead mother to her chest, cradling her head, ignoring the blood trickling out of a deep gash in the back of her mother's head, at the nape of her neck.
Leaving her mother, Lily ran out to the garden, the last place her father and two year old sister, Rose had seen before dying on the run from Death Eaters, or men and women in big dark heavy cloaks.
Lily choked back a scream at the sight of her blood-covered baby sister. They had burst her major arteries with magic. Lily's father looked as if he had thrown Rose away from him, his face was contort in horror. He lay on the ground, eyes wide in shock and terror, arms reaching, always reaching, his legs sprawled out, his back twisted in a way that no live man could stand. . . and, his spine. . . it protruded from the middle of his back, like a pointing finger, pointing at Lily, as if saying, it's your fault. . . we'd be alive now . . . your fault. . .
Lily sobbed and rushed back inside, trying to escape her dead family, running into the Living Room.
Lily laughed bitterly. Of course, none of her family was in the Living Room. That room was reserved for the living.
Coming in from the Dining Room, the family's white cat, Bo, dragged what was left of her twisted and blackened body forward, towards her last living master, one last step. . . and let loose a heart wrenching yowl before perishing. Lily ceased her maniacal laughter and let another sob free, clutching the dead cat to her breast, screaming for something, someone, anyone to be alive.
Prince sat down next to her feet, having followed her the whole time, now covered in the blood of Iris, Nicholas and Rose Evans, and howled along with Lily's sobs and screams. Bo had been his best friend.
White sparks appeared and a Ministry officer was there.
"DEAD!!! ALL DEAD!!!" Lily screamed.
The officer grabbed Lily's arm and hooked his foot around Prince's foreleg apparated Lily out, kicking and screaming the entire time — "DEAD!!!"
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When they escaped the collapsing. . . no, collapsed house, Lily was wrapped in a warm blanket — to prevent shock — and seated, guarded by three Aurors.
Alastor Moody staggered under the weight of Nicholas Evans, dumping him gently next to his wife and daughter before placing little baby Rose next to him and walking over to the Auror who had saved Lily. Alan Potter.
"Potter, miboy. Lily Evans don't got no where to stay."
"Her mother…?"
"Was an only child."
"Father?"
"Two sisters, younger, dead, older… in no state to take care of her. Last she was seen, she was off somewhere in America, in a Specialist Spastic Centre. She needs somewhere to stay. At least 'til September 1st. Can you take her?"
"Uh… sir -"
"I know you have a son that's in the same house and year… should get along fine… will you do it? Of course, the Ministry will pay extra for her keep…"
"I'll have to discuss it with Cathi." Alan sighed and apparated home.
SECOND CHAPTER DONE!!!!!!!
Third chapter: enter James!
Hope you liked.
— dark arts faerie
