Rewritten Chapter 11 (don't mind the real chapter 11-13 bc I changed them)
"Lily dear, wake up," a soft male's voice whispered into Lily's ear as she moaned and turned around to feel a mint-like breath breathing on her face.
Lily quickly opened her eyes as she gasped and got up to see a cloaked figure kneeling before her.
"You have finally awaken," the same soft man's voice was heard from under the cloak with a hint of something she remembers but can quite touch it.
"Lily Evans, my lord wants you to be his," he said through the tense air that lasted for a few minutes. "You will go to his room after your lessons."
'What the hell is he talking about? What lessons? Where the fuck am I?' Lily thought and was really confused when the cloaked man suddenly pulled her up and kissed her roughly.
"S-s-s-s-s-stop!!!!" Lily cried out in the bare room, trying to pull off the cloaked man but he was too strong. "Help........."
After a few minutes, the man backed away from Lily and smirked, not showing his face still. "Not bad for a virgin lips."
"Why did you fucking kiss me y-y-you freak!!!" Lily trembled and tried to act brave.
"You still have some Gryffindor pride in your blood," he smirked and slowly took off his cloak.
Lily gasped. "P-P-P-P-Peter?"
The man smirked. "Do I really look like that Peter Pettigrew? Honestly, you should know that he died."
Lily looked at a man at pure horror. "How do you know??!!?!?"
"I killed him," the soft voice turned into a blood chilling coldness.
Lily's mind went faster than ever, racing her heart. "Then who are you?"
The man looking like innocent Peter walked closer to Lily and held her chin up so she will see that he has no pupil shown in the deep blue eyes.
"I am Michael, the lost spirit who died from my mother pushing me into my death," he harshly whispered as for a spilt second Lily saw a familiar Peter inside this monster of a spirit.
"Who's the lord and why does he want me?" Lily spitted out coldly, trying to prove she's stronger than she looks.
"Trying to be braver than your weak self I see bitch," Andrew whispered as he raised his hand and touched Lily's face.
Lily winced and looked at him angrily. "I am no fucking bitch."
He chuckled. "My lord is someone you know dearly."
Lily looked up to see a handsome man instead of Michael.
"Remember me my dear Lily?" the handsome voice purred.
Not knowing anything like him, she shook her head.
He chuckled. "Tom Riddles at your service."
"Lily dear, wake up," a soft male's voice whispered into Lily's ear as she moaned and turned around to feel a mint-like breath breathing on her face.
Lily quickly opened her eyes as she gasped and got up to see a cloaked figure kneeling before her.
"You have finally awaken," the same soft man's voice was heard from under the cloak with a hint of something she remembers but can quite touch it.
"Lily Evans, my lord wants you to be his," he said through the tense air that lasted for a few minutes. "You will go to his room after your lessons."
'What the hell is he talking about? What lessons? Where the fuck am I?' Lily thought and was really confused when the cloaked man suddenly pulled her up and kissed her roughly.
"S-s-s-s-s-stop!!!!" Lily cried out in the bare room, trying to pull off the cloaked man but he was too strong. "Help........."
After a few minutes, the man backed away from Lily and smirked, not showing his face still. "Not bad for a virgin lips."
"Why did you fucking kiss me y-y-you freak!!!" Lily trembled and tried to act brave.
"You still have some Gryffindor pride in your blood," he smirked and slowly took off his cloak.
Lily gasped. "P-P-P-P-Peter?"
The man smirked. "Do I really look like that Peter Pettigrew? Honestly, you should know that he died."
Lily looked at a man at pure horror. "How do you know??!!?!?"
"I killed him," the soft voice turned into a blood chilling coldness.
Lily's mind went faster than ever, racing her heart. "Then who are you?"
The man looking like innocent Peter walked closer to Lily and held her chin up so she will see that he has no pupil shown in the deep blue eyes.
"I am Michael, the lost spirit who died from my mother pushing me into my death," he harshly whispered as for a spilt second Lily saw a familiar Peter inside this monster of a spirit.
"Who's the lord and why does he want me?" Lily spitted out coldly, trying to prove she's stronger than she looks.
"Trying to be braver than your weak self I see bitch," Andrew whispered as he raised his hand and touched Lily's face.
Lily winced and looked at him angrily. "I am no fucking bitch."
He chuckled. "My lord is someone you know dearly."
Lily looked up to see a handsome man instead of Michael.
"Remember me my dear Lily?" the handsome voice purred.
Not knowing anything like him, she shook her head.
He chuckled. "Tom Riddles at your service."
