Disclaimer: I do not own the characters you know and love, JKR does. (I did
name Lily's parents though and I named Lily's mom Hyacinth because Petunia
and Lily are also names of flowers)
A/N Hey!
~*Back to Lily's House*~
Lily woke up later than usual the next day, still upset over the evening before. She sat up in her bed, three fluffy pillows supporting her, and thought about what she would say to both Petunia and Philip that day. She didn't want to cave in to Petunia. Otherwise her sister would just return to her same horrible self. She wanted to be firm with her uncle, but she didn't want to be so harsh that he would become angry. Lily pressed her right palm against her forehead and let her elbow prop up her head, and she closed her eyes, tired of the typical problems she once again faced.
"Good morning, hun! I thought I'd better let you sleep late. You looked so peaceful and you'll need to get all the rest you can get before you start school again!" Mrs. Evans told her daughter.
"Thanks, mum. I appreciate it," Lily replied dreamily.
"Are you all right? Your father overheard you and Petunia fighting from his den and he told me about it when I came home from work. What happened?"
Lily sighed, "Well, first she accused me of ruining her photos and then we just fought about, well, everything. She said that I always sought attention and then I just welled up with anger and I said something about being your first child, and that she'll never understand me, and that she always holds it over my head about being your natural child.I don't know what I was thinking, but I just had to get some of those things out.Then Uncle Phil came home drunk and I- I just can't take much more, I really can't."
"Oh sweetheart, come here," Mrs. Evans put her right arm around her daughters shoulders and rubbed her back, "Does it bother you about the adoption?"
"Of course it does.sometimes," Lily snapped at first, but then spoke meekly after realizing her mother was never the object of her frustration.
"Darling, I have to tell you something that I've kept from you for the sake of our entire family, and especially for your sake."
"What is it, Mum?"
Hyacinth Evans sighed and began, "Well, I should probably start out by saying that this conversation would not be possible if Grandma and Grandad were still living."
"Why not? We never talked to them while they were alive."
"Lily, the reason we never talk to them is why we always said you were adopted.I know it's a morbid thing to say, but I've been waiting to tell you this your entire life, especially since my mum died two months ago.You deserve to know, but I haven't been able to bring myself to tell you since her death.It's so complicated and I didn't know if you'd understand."
"Understand what, mum? Please, I promise I'll listen and let you say whatever you have to," Lily replied patiently, with hints of uncertainty and fear in her voice.
"Back in the days of my childhood, magic was thought of with extreme hatred. Any people found to practice magic were murdered. Muggles just did not understand the ways of wizards.They refused to listen, refused to believe that they could be wrong. In those times of prejudice and violence I was born magical, to two of the most wizard-hating Muggles to be found this side of the Atlantic. My parents found out about my powers when I was about seven and I had unknowingly bewitched my orange crayon to draw a sun for a card for my mum's birthday. I was extremely frightened and came to my parents with my dilemma. Of course, they freaked out completely and were about ready to turn their own DAUGHTER over to the authorities, to have me institutionalized or worse. Luckily the Ministry of Magic intervened with a letter, well luckily enough anyway, they had saved my life for the time being. The ministry had recently passed new laws to protect wizards from being killed or injured by some extreme muggles and one of them included the binding of powers of young witches and wizards. Other options included having the children live with other wizards and such, but my parents chose to have my powers bound, a process which is irreversible."
"Oh, mum I'm so sorry!"
"Lily, I'M the one who's sorry! Only living relatives aware of powers can invoke the binding of powers and as soon as you were born I knew you were magical."
"You mean?"
"Yes, you're ours.Your dad and I were so happy! Joseph (Lily's dad) had been outraged at the cruelty of my parents, and how they deprived me of so much.I always dreamed of going off to Hogwarts and wanted you to experience it. So, your dad's friend in London had adoption papers forged and I kept your birth a secret from my parents until you were a year old. We decided to tell them about your "adoption" then, otherwise it would seem to fishy later on. We had to keep the story up, otherwise your powers could be bound by my parents! Additionally, when Petunia was born without a bit of magic we didn't want to hurt her with the truth that she was- well- defected."
Lily giggled at this point.
"In most cases, if a sibling is magical, even in a non-magical family, the other sibling will be too, but- well you know Petunia."
"Mum, it's not your fault at all you know. You and dad just did everything you could to protect me, and because of that I'm able to be at Hogwarts, and you know how much I love it there! I can't believe it mum! I'm not adopted at all. You have no idea how many years I spent wondering who my birth parents were, what they were like. Now I know!"
"Oh Lily! I'm so happy you understand now! This means so much to me, that you forgive us!"
Lily embraced her mother as her eyes began swelling with tears. Soon the tears traveled down her cheeks, as the same happened to Hyacinth.
A/N Hey!
~*Back to Lily's House*~
Lily woke up later than usual the next day, still upset over the evening before. She sat up in her bed, three fluffy pillows supporting her, and thought about what she would say to both Petunia and Philip that day. She didn't want to cave in to Petunia. Otherwise her sister would just return to her same horrible self. She wanted to be firm with her uncle, but she didn't want to be so harsh that he would become angry. Lily pressed her right palm against her forehead and let her elbow prop up her head, and she closed her eyes, tired of the typical problems she once again faced.
"Good morning, hun! I thought I'd better let you sleep late. You looked so peaceful and you'll need to get all the rest you can get before you start school again!" Mrs. Evans told her daughter.
"Thanks, mum. I appreciate it," Lily replied dreamily.
"Are you all right? Your father overheard you and Petunia fighting from his den and he told me about it when I came home from work. What happened?"
Lily sighed, "Well, first she accused me of ruining her photos and then we just fought about, well, everything. She said that I always sought attention and then I just welled up with anger and I said something about being your first child, and that she'll never understand me, and that she always holds it over my head about being your natural child.I don't know what I was thinking, but I just had to get some of those things out.Then Uncle Phil came home drunk and I- I just can't take much more, I really can't."
"Oh sweetheart, come here," Mrs. Evans put her right arm around her daughters shoulders and rubbed her back, "Does it bother you about the adoption?"
"Of course it does.sometimes," Lily snapped at first, but then spoke meekly after realizing her mother was never the object of her frustration.
"Darling, I have to tell you something that I've kept from you for the sake of our entire family, and especially for your sake."
"What is it, Mum?"
Hyacinth Evans sighed and began, "Well, I should probably start out by saying that this conversation would not be possible if Grandma and Grandad were still living."
"Why not? We never talked to them while they were alive."
"Lily, the reason we never talk to them is why we always said you were adopted.I know it's a morbid thing to say, but I've been waiting to tell you this your entire life, especially since my mum died two months ago.You deserve to know, but I haven't been able to bring myself to tell you since her death.It's so complicated and I didn't know if you'd understand."
"Understand what, mum? Please, I promise I'll listen and let you say whatever you have to," Lily replied patiently, with hints of uncertainty and fear in her voice.
"Back in the days of my childhood, magic was thought of with extreme hatred. Any people found to practice magic were murdered. Muggles just did not understand the ways of wizards.They refused to listen, refused to believe that they could be wrong. In those times of prejudice and violence I was born magical, to two of the most wizard-hating Muggles to be found this side of the Atlantic. My parents found out about my powers when I was about seven and I had unknowingly bewitched my orange crayon to draw a sun for a card for my mum's birthday. I was extremely frightened and came to my parents with my dilemma. Of course, they freaked out completely and were about ready to turn their own DAUGHTER over to the authorities, to have me institutionalized or worse. Luckily the Ministry of Magic intervened with a letter, well luckily enough anyway, they had saved my life for the time being. The ministry had recently passed new laws to protect wizards from being killed or injured by some extreme muggles and one of them included the binding of powers of young witches and wizards. Other options included having the children live with other wizards and such, but my parents chose to have my powers bound, a process which is irreversible."
"Oh, mum I'm so sorry!"
"Lily, I'M the one who's sorry! Only living relatives aware of powers can invoke the binding of powers and as soon as you were born I knew you were magical."
"You mean?"
"Yes, you're ours.Your dad and I were so happy! Joseph (Lily's dad) had been outraged at the cruelty of my parents, and how they deprived me of so much.I always dreamed of going off to Hogwarts and wanted you to experience it. So, your dad's friend in London had adoption papers forged and I kept your birth a secret from my parents until you were a year old. We decided to tell them about your "adoption" then, otherwise it would seem to fishy later on. We had to keep the story up, otherwise your powers could be bound by my parents! Additionally, when Petunia was born without a bit of magic we didn't want to hurt her with the truth that she was- well- defected."
Lily giggled at this point.
"In most cases, if a sibling is magical, even in a non-magical family, the other sibling will be too, but- well you know Petunia."
"Mum, it's not your fault at all you know. You and dad just did everything you could to protect me, and because of that I'm able to be at Hogwarts, and you know how much I love it there! I can't believe it mum! I'm not adopted at all. You have no idea how many years I spent wondering who my birth parents were, what they were like. Now I know!"
"Oh Lily! I'm so happy you understand now! This means so much to me, that you forgive us!"
Lily embraced her mother as her eyes began swelling with tears. Soon the tears traveled down her cheeks, as the same happened to Hyacinth.