Well, hi. I'm really proud of this story so, please be gentle with flames. For people that know my pen name, keep reading, it will turn out eventually. This is a Harry Potter fan fiction with a little bit of The Mists of Avalon thrown in. I plan to update once a week until my school work slows down a little and Science Fair is over. In this story, you will learn that not all things are what they seem, and that plans are to be defiled. As in my other story, I will be having lots of useless information and be giving my reviewers some really weird stuff (not literally). I hope you enjoy this story as much as I loved thinking it up. Also, please tell me some weird color names; they're for later chapters. Like I said, sit back and enjoy (but please don't fall out of your chair).
Useless Information: Well, I've used this one before in my first story, but it's one of my favorite quotes and here it is. "Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticize them, you're a mile ahead of them and you have their shoes." - I always forget who says it *arggh* any way she's one of the coolest people on Earth.
Disclaimer: It's pretty bad when some of your plot doesn't even belong to you. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and Marion Zimmer Bradley.
If Time is All We've Lost…
Chapter 1 - Prologue - White
'All around, hear the sound
of creation singing.'
- Mark Shultz / Back to You
For a story that twists and turns like no other, there has to be a beginning…and there is.
We begin with the birth of two twin girls to Mr. Edmond and Mrs. Alia Evans. For six years they had waited and prayed for more children, ever since their first daughter, Petunia Ann Evans, was born.
Then, like an answer to all their prayers, Alia went to a friend's party. Even though Minue Figg had only one daughter like herself, she was nevertheless content with her life. At Minue's gathering, Alia met a woman named Minerva. They ended up having a very intense conversation. Minerva, it turned out, was barren and was saddened deeply by it. When Alia told Minerva about her problem, she was shocked to hear that Minerva had a solution for it. She left to her car for a moment, and came back with a small bottle of what looked like lotion.
"Rub a little on your neck and elbows," she had said, "and the thing you wish deep inside your heart will come true. Just promise me one thing, if you bear twin daughters you will give them to me."
Alia sniffed the lotion warily. She loved the smell, and when she turned to ask Minerva what was in it, she turned to find her gone. She used it, taking no heed to what Minerva had wanted. She thought it so unlikely that she would get pregnant with twins girls that she used the lotion without care.
A month later, Alia found out she was pregnant. And at the end of her first Trimester, she found that she was pregnant with twins. On October 16th, 1963, Alia's water broke at 8:00 PM and her husband took her to the local hospital in London. (They live on a small farm about 15 miles away from London)
They had decided to wait to see what sex the babies would be. The labor was fine, nothing Alia had not had with Petunia. At 12:02 AM, October 17th, 1963, the first child was delivered; A healthy, screaming baby girl. Then, at 12:05 AM, the second child arrived; a healthy, beautiful baby girl.
When the nurse came by about three hours after the births, they named their little girls. The first was named Lily Emma Evans, and the second Narcissa Tyne Evans. When her husband left to get Petunia from Minue, she just lay there, holding her two precious baby girls. Then, a thought struck her,…If you bear twin daughters, you will give them to me…The promise.
The thought of giving her daughters to a middle-aged woman made her fear her daughters' safety. But when six-year old Petunia came in to inspect her new playthings, she crinkled her nose and said, "Why does this one have ugly hair?" She pointed at the smooth, red hair on Lily's head.
"She has your father's hair, while you and Narcissa have my hair." Alia explained kindly.
"Oh," Petunia said, and she turned away, hoping for a better answer.
They left the hospital two days later and Lily and Narcissa seemed to enjoy their new home. The two girls were inseparable. Nothing could come between the two. They were also intelligent, at only four, their speech was as good as any eleven year-olds'. There was only one problem, they constantly complained of odd dreams.
"But Mum, it was there as clear as ever, Aunt Edie was in her purple mustang and everything. She was waving at us, telling you she had potato salad and some chocolate-raspberry trifle in the back seat. She said you needed to make green beans and a your famous roast." Lily had said. Narcissa nodded fervently at her side.
"And she brought Petunia at fuzzy grey jumper and she brought us a quilt to share, with red, green, blue, and yellow squares because she knows we love them." Narcissa confirmed.
"And she even made one for Ophie and Celia." Lily piped in, referring to their favorite dolls.
Alia was deeply impressed by this 'vision', but took it as a plea to make a roast for dinner, since they both loved it. "Okay, I'll roast for dinner, just in case."
"Thanks, Mum!" they both said enthusiastically, and they ran off to play with their dolls.
Around two hours later, Lily and Narcissa came out of their rooms, their dolls and themselves in their best dresses and their hair plaited.
"Now, listen you two, I don't know where you got the idea that Aunt Edie is going to visit us, but…"
But why Aunt Edie wasn't coming to dinner, they never knew why, because, at that moment, a purple mustang appeared in the driveway.
"My word…" Alia whispered, dropping the whole shaker of salt to the floor.
Lily and Narcissa leapt to the door to let her in. "Aunt Edie!" And they were both pulled into a giant hug.
"How are you, sweethearts?" Edie said. "Look, I made you this pretty quilt for your bed, and there's also a little one so Ophie and Celia won't get cold." Each tiny girl kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you so much," said Lily.
"Yes, they're our favorite colors!" Narcissa chirped.
Lily and Narcissa ran off to their room and Edie took out a grey sweater. "I think this is in Petunia's school uniform, and it's made out of the thickest wool in all of England. My dear, do speak up, it's not everyday you get to see your sister. And, by the way, I brought potato salad and chocolate-raspberry trifle. I'll go get them, I figured they'd go great with that fantastic roast you make. It's smells like you've already got one in the oven." She left to get the food.
'How could they have known?…They're just children…' She was snapped out of her thoughts when Edie came struggling in with the food.
The had a very enjoyable dinner, and when Lily and Narcissa had eaten the last of their trifle, they went to play checkers with each other in the living room, Petunia went to watch television in her room, and Edmond went to finish an important job in his office. Alia and Edie were sipping coffee when Alia decided to bring up the subject of Lily and Narcissa knowing that Edie was on her way.
"Edie," said Alia seriously. "I think that Lily and Narcissa are gifted. They foresaw you coming today."
"Don't worry, dear. Sometimes, I think that my Patrick is like that, but it's just coincidence." Edie said reassuringly.
"They even saw you bringing potato salad and chocolate raspberry trifle." Alia sputtered indignantly.
"I always bring that." She answered simply.
"They even knew what you were bringing them and Petunia." Alia said in a low tone.
"Did they, now?" said Edie, surprised. "Well, you've got me stumped there."
Over the next week, there was really nothing odd going on, until Edmond and Petunia left on Thursday morning. At lunch time, Narcissa was beating Lily in a spirited game of hopscotch, when they both came panting in.
"Mum," Lily said, in a voice that sounded like she wasn't sure she should be saying this. "There's a lady out on the porch that says she wants to speak to you."
When Alia opened the door, she found herself face to face with none other than Minerva.
"Hello, I believe you remember our deal." She said, without even coming into the house.
"Mum, what is she talking about?" Narcissa asked interestedly.
But Alia was staring in white horror, struggling to keep her breath and voice steady. "Y-You two g-go play check-checkers in your room," she said to the girls. "Would you please come in?"
"No, I would rather not." Minerva said sharply. "I just want you to keep your promise to me. Your two girls are talented beyond your wildest dreams and where I will take them will help them use their talents to their own benefit."
"Is the-there any other way?" Alia asked uncertainly.
"No," Minerva answered quickly. "I will allow them to visit you in the summer."
Holding back silent tears, she agreed, but saying she would only do so if Minerva would tell Edmond for her. Minerva did so and said she would return at noon the next day. That night, while Alia was tucking Lily and Narcissa in bed, Narcissa asked a question.
"Mum," she asked, a tinge a fear in her voice. "What did that nice lady want?"
"You're going to go with her for a little while, both of you." She added quickly, seeing the fear beginning spread on both faces. "But remember, when you come back home, we will love you as much as the day you were born. Got that?"
She kissed them both on the head, fighting back tears, turned the light off and went to bed herself.
At noon, Minerva, came and took the girls with a few of their things. They said good-bye and went with her. They followed her silently, until they reached the end of their lake. "Hold my hands," Minerva said quickly.
"Excuse me madam," Lily asked timidly. "Where are we going?"
"Please don't call me madam, it makes me feel older beyond my years," she asked kindly. "We are going to a place called Avalon, where both of you will thrive and flourish in a beautiful atmosphere."
"Is it like school?" Narcissa ventured.
"Yes and no. You will learn things, but you will learn so much more in Avalon. Are you ready, close your eyes." Minerva gripped their tiny hands tightly, closed her own eyes, and in no time they were at a barge.
"Narcissa, it's that place in our dream, with the little boat," Lily said excitedly.
"And the dark men rowing it," added Narcissa dramatically.
"I see you both have had occasional meetings with the Sight, so let me tell you know that both of you are witches." Minerva said warmly. Perfect…just as Goddess said it would be…
"Wow!" said Lily, obviously enthused about the idea. "Are we good witches or bad witches?"
"Good witches, of course," Minerva said jovially.
"Do we get a pink, puffy dress and a magic wand?" asked Narcissa, just as excited as Lily.
"No, you will not have to wear a puffy, pink dress-"
"Oh, good," said Lily, heaving a small sigh. "Petunia has one, and it is so ugly." Narcissa nodded in agreement. If anyone else had ever dared to interrupt the Lady of the Lake, they would have paid dearly, but as they were curious, knowledgeable children, she let them slide. "And you will not get a wand until you go to school."
"There's a witch school?" Narcissa wondered aloud.
"Yes, and a very fine one it is indeed, I went there, and I teach there. But, it is not the time to dwell on this you must wait until you are older." And that ended the conversation.
She called the boat, and they went through the mists, both Lily and Narcissa gasped and awed as the full beauty of Avalon met their beautiful eyes.
When they reached the isle, they ate sparingly. And over time, after about six years on mortal time, she allowed for Lily and Narcissa to visit their homes and gave them the one of their final tests, the one of having control over the mists of Avalon. Ten year-old Lily and Narcissa passed with flying colors. When they sat to eat, Narcissa gave her shocking news.
"I do not want to go back to London, sister and Lady. I wish to remain here." Narcissa told Minerva and Lily.
"Why?" sputtered Lily. "Don't you want to see mother?"
"Minerva is the only mother I have ever known." Narcissa said firmly. "Tell mother and father that I died from malaria."
"As you wish, sister." Though Lily looked rather shocked at the news. "Lady, may I take leave for a week to visit father and mother?"
"Of course you may, my foster-daughter," said Minerva, and she gave Lily a warm smile. "To let you both know, you will be attending Hogwarts this fall. We will be going to Diagon Alley to get your books and other supplies."
Both girls hugged her tightly. They had beauty that surpassed he own at their age and Minerva knew that they would also be ageless like herself. Lily with her golden, auburn hair and beautiful green eyes like the emerald shores of Avalon. Narcissa was equally beautiful, with her sunshine tinted blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, like the clear water of the well.
At noon that day Lily left to London, with Maline, one of the older priestesses. And she returned early the next day, fuming.
"They care nothing for me!" Lily burst out angrily. "They didn't even so much as cry when I told them of Narcissa's death! And Petunia has a neck like a giraffe!" Both Narcissa and Lily stifled their giggles.
A/N: Well, there's the prologue and first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it and soon the plot will be unfolding. Blue basketball knee-pads and hot chocolate to my reviewers. And if you're wondering about the whole 'Goddess' thing, I don't believe there is one but I put it in there as in the context of the book, The Mists of Avalon. I shall be posting soon, Thanks, Epequa ;)
Useless Information: Well, I've used this one before in my first story, but it's one of my favorite quotes and here it is. "Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticize them, you're a mile ahead of them and you have their shoes." - I always forget who says it *arggh* any way she's one of the coolest people on Earth.
Disclaimer: It's pretty bad when some of your plot doesn't even belong to you. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and Marion Zimmer Bradley.
If Time is All We've Lost…
Chapter 1 - Prologue - White
'All around, hear the sound
of creation singing.'
- Mark Shultz / Back to You
For a story that twists and turns like no other, there has to be a beginning…and there is.
We begin with the birth of two twin girls to Mr. Edmond and Mrs. Alia Evans. For six years they had waited and prayed for more children, ever since their first daughter, Petunia Ann Evans, was born.
Then, like an answer to all their prayers, Alia went to a friend's party. Even though Minue Figg had only one daughter like herself, she was nevertheless content with her life. At Minue's gathering, Alia met a woman named Minerva. They ended up having a very intense conversation. Minerva, it turned out, was barren and was saddened deeply by it. When Alia told Minerva about her problem, she was shocked to hear that Minerva had a solution for it. She left to her car for a moment, and came back with a small bottle of what looked like lotion.
"Rub a little on your neck and elbows," she had said, "and the thing you wish deep inside your heart will come true. Just promise me one thing, if you bear twin daughters you will give them to me."
Alia sniffed the lotion warily. She loved the smell, and when she turned to ask Minerva what was in it, she turned to find her gone. She used it, taking no heed to what Minerva had wanted. She thought it so unlikely that she would get pregnant with twins girls that she used the lotion without care.
A month later, Alia found out she was pregnant. And at the end of her first Trimester, she found that she was pregnant with twins. On October 16th, 1963, Alia's water broke at 8:00 PM and her husband took her to the local hospital in London. (They live on a small farm about 15 miles away from London)
They had decided to wait to see what sex the babies would be. The labor was fine, nothing Alia had not had with Petunia. At 12:02 AM, October 17th, 1963, the first child was delivered; A healthy, screaming baby girl. Then, at 12:05 AM, the second child arrived; a healthy, beautiful baby girl.
When the nurse came by about three hours after the births, they named their little girls. The first was named Lily Emma Evans, and the second Narcissa Tyne Evans. When her husband left to get Petunia from Minue, she just lay there, holding her two precious baby girls. Then, a thought struck her,…If you bear twin daughters, you will give them to me…The promise.
The thought of giving her daughters to a middle-aged woman made her fear her daughters' safety. But when six-year old Petunia came in to inspect her new playthings, she crinkled her nose and said, "Why does this one have ugly hair?" She pointed at the smooth, red hair on Lily's head.
"She has your father's hair, while you and Narcissa have my hair." Alia explained kindly.
"Oh," Petunia said, and she turned away, hoping for a better answer.
They left the hospital two days later and Lily and Narcissa seemed to enjoy their new home. The two girls were inseparable. Nothing could come between the two. They were also intelligent, at only four, their speech was as good as any eleven year-olds'. There was only one problem, they constantly complained of odd dreams.
"But Mum, it was there as clear as ever, Aunt Edie was in her purple mustang and everything. She was waving at us, telling you she had potato salad and some chocolate-raspberry trifle in the back seat. She said you needed to make green beans and a your famous roast." Lily had said. Narcissa nodded fervently at her side.
"And she brought Petunia at fuzzy grey jumper and she brought us a quilt to share, with red, green, blue, and yellow squares because she knows we love them." Narcissa confirmed.
"And she even made one for Ophie and Celia." Lily piped in, referring to their favorite dolls.
Alia was deeply impressed by this 'vision', but took it as a plea to make a roast for dinner, since they both loved it. "Okay, I'll roast for dinner, just in case."
"Thanks, Mum!" they both said enthusiastically, and they ran off to play with their dolls.
Around two hours later, Lily and Narcissa came out of their rooms, their dolls and themselves in their best dresses and their hair plaited.
"Now, listen you two, I don't know where you got the idea that Aunt Edie is going to visit us, but…"
But why Aunt Edie wasn't coming to dinner, they never knew why, because, at that moment, a purple mustang appeared in the driveway.
"My word…" Alia whispered, dropping the whole shaker of salt to the floor.
Lily and Narcissa leapt to the door to let her in. "Aunt Edie!" And they were both pulled into a giant hug.
"How are you, sweethearts?" Edie said. "Look, I made you this pretty quilt for your bed, and there's also a little one so Ophie and Celia won't get cold." Each tiny girl kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you so much," said Lily.
"Yes, they're our favorite colors!" Narcissa chirped.
Lily and Narcissa ran off to their room and Edie took out a grey sweater. "I think this is in Petunia's school uniform, and it's made out of the thickest wool in all of England. My dear, do speak up, it's not everyday you get to see your sister. And, by the way, I brought potato salad and chocolate-raspberry trifle. I'll go get them, I figured they'd go great with that fantastic roast you make. It's smells like you've already got one in the oven." She left to get the food.
'How could they have known?…They're just children…' She was snapped out of her thoughts when Edie came struggling in with the food.
The had a very enjoyable dinner, and when Lily and Narcissa had eaten the last of their trifle, they went to play checkers with each other in the living room, Petunia went to watch television in her room, and Edmond went to finish an important job in his office. Alia and Edie were sipping coffee when Alia decided to bring up the subject of Lily and Narcissa knowing that Edie was on her way.
"Edie," said Alia seriously. "I think that Lily and Narcissa are gifted. They foresaw you coming today."
"Don't worry, dear. Sometimes, I think that my Patrick is like that, but it's just coincidence." Edie said reassuringly.
"They even saw you bringing potato salad and chocolate raspberry trifle." Alia sputtered indignantly.
"I always bring that." She answered simply.
"They even knew what you were bringing them and Petunia." Alia said in a low tone.
"Did they, now?" said Edie, surprised. "Well, you've got me stumped there."
Over the next week, there was really nothing odd going on, until Edmond and Petunia left on Thursday morning. At lunch time, Narcissa was beating Lily in a spirited game of hopscotch, when they both came panting in.
"Mum," Lily said, in a voice that sounded like she wasn't sure she should be saying this. "There's a lady out on the porch that says she wants to speak to you."
When Alia opened the door, she found herself face to face with none other than Minerva.
"Hello, I believe you remember our deal." She said, without even coming into the house.
"Mum, what is she talking about?" Narcissa asked interestedly.
But Alia was staring in white horror, struggling to keep her breath and voice steady. "Y-You two g-go play check-checkers in your room," she said to the girls. "Would you please come in?"
"No, I would rather not." Minerva said sharply. "I just want you to keep your promise to me. Your two girls are talented beyond your wildest dreams and where I will take them will help them use their talents to their own benefit."
"Is the-there any other way?" Alia asked uncertainly.
"No," Minerva answered quickly. "I will allow them to visit you in the summer."
Holding back silent tears, she agreed, but saying she would only do so if Minerva would tell Edmond for her. Minerva did so and said she would return at noon the next day. That night, while Alia was tucking Lily and Narcissa in bed, Narcissa asked a question.
"Mum," she asked, a tinge a fear in her voice. "What did that nice lady want?"
"You're going to go with her for a little while, both of you." She added quickly, seeing the fear beginning spread on both faces. "But remember, when you come back home, we will love you as much as the day you were born. Got that?"
She kissed them both on the head, fighting back tears, turned the light off and went to bed herself.
At noon, Minerva, came and took the girls with a few of their things. They said good-bye and went with her. They followed her silently, until they reached the end of their lake. "Hold my hands," Minerva said quickly.
"Excuse me madam," Lily asked timidly. "Where are we going?"
"Please don't call me madam, it makes me feel older beyond my years," she asked kindly. "We are going to a place called Avalon, where both of you will thrive and flourish in a beautiful atmosphere."
"Is it like school?" Narcissa ventured.
"Yes and no. You will learn things, but you will learn so much more in Avalon. Are you ready, close your eyes." Minerva gripped their tiny hands tightly, closed her own eyes, and in no time they were at a barge.
"Narcissa, it's that place in our dream, with the little boat," Lily said excitedly.
"And the dark men rowing it," added Narcissa dramatically.
"I see you both have had occasional meetings with the Sight, so let me tell you know that both of you are witches." Minerva said warmly. Perfect…just as Goddess said it would be…
"Wow!" said Lily, obviously enthused about the idea. "Are we good witches or bad witches?"
"Good witches, of course," Minerva said jovially.
"Do we get a pink, puffy dress and a magic wand?" asked Narcissa, just as excited as Lily.
"No, you will not have to wear a puffy, pink dress-"
"Oh, good," said Lily, heaving a small sigh. "Petunia has one, and it is so ugly." Narcissa nodded in agreement. If anyone else had ever dared to interrupt the Lady of the Lake, they would have paid dearly, but as they were curious, knowledgeable children, she let them slide. "And you will not get a wand until you go to school."
"There's a witch school?" Narcissa wondered aloud.
"Yes, and a very fine one it is indeed, I went there, and I teach there. But, it is not the time to dwell on this you must wait until you are older." And that ended the conversation.
She called the boat, and they went through the mists, both Lily and Narcissa gasped and awed as the full beauty of Avalon met their beautiful eyes.
When they reached the isle, they ate sparingly. And over time, after about six years on mortal time, she allowed for Lily and Narcissa to visit their homes and gave them the one of their final tests, the one of having control over the mists of Avalon. Ten year-old Lily and Narcissa passed with flying colors. When they sat to eat, Narcissa gave her shocking news.
"I do not want to go back to London, sister and Lady. I wish to remain here." Narcissa told Minerva and Lily.
"Why?" sputtered Lily. "Don't you want to see mother?"
"Minerva is the only mother I have ever known." Narcissa said firmly. "Tell mother and father that I died from malaria."
"As you wish, sister." Though Lily looked rather shocked at the news. "Lady, may I take leave for a week to visit father and mother?"
"Of course you may, my foster-daughter," said Minerva, and she gave Lily a warm smile. "To let you both know, you will be attending Hogwarts this fall. We will be going to Diagon Alley to get your books and other supplies."
Both girls hugged her tightly. They had beauty that surpassed he own at their age and Minerva knew that they would also be ageless like herself. Lily with her golden, auburn hair and beautiful green eyes like the emerald shores of Avalon. Narcissa was equally beautiful, with her sunshine tinted blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, like the clear water of the well.
At noon that day Lily left to London, with Maline, one of the older priestesses. And she returned early the next day, fuming.
"They care nothing for me!" Lily burst out angrily. "They didn't even so much as cry when I told them of Narcissa's death! And Petunia has a neck like a giraffe!" Both Narcissa and Lily stifled their giggles.
A/N: Well, there's the prologue and first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it and soon the plot will be unfolding. Blue basketball knee-pads and hot chocolate to my reviewers. And if you're wondering about the whole 'Goddess' thing, I don't believe there is one but I put it in there as in the context of the book, The Mists of Avalon. I shall be posting soon, Thanks, Epequa ;)