My apologies to everyone for not introducing myself earlier. *pulls out microphone* Hello. My name would be Amy. I've been trying to get this story up here for a while, but alas, I'm hopeless with electronics, and I couldn't figure out how to upload documents. *laughs at self* Anyway, this story is about how James teaches Lily that sometimes, the only way to heal...is by remembering the wounds that hurt you in the first place...
Disclaimer: Although I think this pointless, because I am obviously not J.K. Rowling, I heard somewhere that you could get sued if you didn't do this - so, here goes. I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own these characters. This is a fanfiction, so don't bother going to court and trying to sue me. Thank you.
Please review! Thanks!
Lily plopped back on the bed and was about to catch an extra few minutes of sleep, when the green phone rang. The green phone line was restricted strictly to calls only from her maids. Lily looked at her cheap black watch streaked with red fake blood, which read 5:14 AM. Time to wake up, thought Lily with a roll of her eyes, and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Little Mistress Evans," came the overly enthusiastic voice of Maria, a new maid who was 19 years old. Maria was actually hated by her grandmother because she was so...excited all the time, but Maria liked to try to make up for the dislike by working harder than any maid.
"Hi Maria," answered Lily. She absolutely hated it when people called her "Little Mistress Evans," but the name "Mistress Evans" was already taken by her older sister, Petunia. Madam Evans was of course, her grandmother's name.
"How are you feeling today, sweetie?" she asked, and Lily answered bluntly with, "Fine."
"Oh? Well, that's good. Anyway, it's time to wake up and cook breakfast for your dear Madam Evans!" she said, and then hung up with another overly enthusiastic "Buh-bye, dear!"
Lily sighed, and fell back down on her bed. Her grandmother was now 72 years old, but back in the old days, she used to be a famous fashion model. In fact, that was why her grandmother could afford such a huge house for her two grandchildren. The only reason Lily and Petunia lived with their grandmother was because their parents weren't there to take care of them anymore. In fact, everyone else in Lily's family had gone up to heaven...on that one fateful, rainy day. However, Lily hated to remember that day, so she closed her eyes and shut off all the pain, trying to push all her feelings away. After that day, her grandmother had been driven crazy with grief, and now she liked giving her only two grandchildren misery and pain. For instance, if Lily's hair wasn't perfect, Grandmother Evans would take a cane, tell Lily to bend down, and give her three whips. It was the same with breakfast. Madam Evans always made Petunia and Lily cook breakfast even though the maids could make it, just to make them suffer and have practice on being an old-fashioned woman who only knew how to knit and cook. If every inch of breakfast wasn't perfect, Lily and Petunia had to face the cane. She even got some of the maids and butlers to beat them up for her.
Lily picked up the green phone again, fighting back the tears at thinking about...that day. It was time to call Borris.
Borris Benson had worked for Madam Evans for over 20 years, and was now her most trusted butler. However, Grandmother had absolutely no idea that Borris had actually formed a secret friendship with Lily. Borris hated the idea of whipping the girls if they were not perfect, so he would take them up to "the beating chamber", and just let them stay without hurting them. Lily had loved Borris's kindness so much, that they had become quick friends. Now, Lily would call Borris up with errands such as "I need a glass of water," and then spend a long time talking about Hogwarts and magic and everything she loved to talk about. Borris would sit there, and smile, frown, and nod at exactly the right parts. He had become like a father to Lily, and was her only servant that knew about Lily being a witch.
"Hello, Borris?"
"Good morning, Little Mistress Evans."
"Yes, I need a Tic-Tac, could you bring one up?"
"Coming, Little Mistress." Borris grabbed a tin of orange Tic-Tacs, went to the servant elevator, and pressed level 3, the level that Lily was on. He knocked on the shiny mahogany door that was Lily's and said, "Tic-Tac?"
"Come in," was Lily's loud reply, and Borris went in. He didn't say anything, just went straight to the redhead's closet, and threw out a golden halter-top and tight jeans. "Wear those with your gold heels," he said, and Lily went into the bathroom to change.
Borris always helped Lily out with wardrobe and make-up. As the girl would get beaten if she didn't look perfect, he always came every morning to help her out. Lily came out of the closet looking stunning, and Borris pointed to a chair.
"All right, golden halter top...so, I'm thinking light yellow eye shadow..." he said, and worked his magic in a short time span of 5 minutes.
"All right, good luck," he said, bowed, and was out the room. Lily smiled.
Lily swept out of her room and climbed onto the elevator marked "L.M.E" for Little Mistress Evans. It was a marble elevator with mirrors on every side, and only allowed to be used by her. "Level one," muttered Lily, and the elevator replied with a "Yes, mistress." It was a very rare and expensive automatic elevator.
As soon as the redhead was on level one, she spotted her older sister, Petunia. She was wearing a pink slip dress and matching pink flip-flops, chewing on a piece of gum incessantly. Her stringy blond hair was tied up in a knot at the top of her head, and she said in a venomous voice, "I never thought someone could take so long on getting ready..."
"And I never thought that anyone could look so much like a horse dressed in pink." finished Lily, and then entered the kitchen, leaving Petunia to contemplate what that had just meant. The kitchen had tall, grand ceilings decorated in frescoes, and practically everything was mahogany or marble. Lily picked up a skillet expertly, and cracked two eggs in it, throwing in bits of bacon too. This breakfast had to be just perfect, or it would be hard to bring up the question of going to Diagon Alley to her grandmother.
About an hour later, Lily and Petunia finished cooking Madam Evan's fabulous breakfast. The girls had cooked everything from pancakes, sushi, and egg rolls, and laid them all out on expensive dishes for her grandmother to eat.
Madam Evans came down the stairs and into the kitchen, her wispy gray hair up in a messy bun and dressed in a red silk nightgown. Lily wondered why she had to dress up for everything when her grandmother could come down the stairs looking like crap whenever she liked. However, the redhead did not mention her thoughts, and went down in a deep bow as her grandmother came down the stairs. The older women acknowledged her two granddaughter's bows and curtsies with an nod, and said in her raspy, disgusting voice, "Good morning ladies."
"Good morning Madam," the girls chorused, both smiling fakely.
"I see you've cooked breakfast. Well, let me check if this breakfast is worthy of my lips."
Lily tried very hard not to roll her eyes at that, and gritted her teeth down hard. She watched intently as her grandmother swooped down on the food, smelling, licking, and touching to see if the girls' cooking was perfect. Then, she shrieked. A bad sign.
"The bread! Who cooked the bread? The bread is burnt!"
Petunia had popped the bread in the toaster that morning, so it meant that she was to get the whips. Petunia's bottom lip quivered and her eyes started filling with tears. She opened her mouth slowly and---
Lily cut in quickly. "I cooked the bread, madam. Therefore, I am yours to beat." Her older sister looked at her quizzically, but Lily stepped forward, ignoring her. Madam Evans told her to bend down, took a cane from the shelf, and whacked Lily's back in a practiced motion.
Lily bit her lip and forced back the tears as her grandmother smacked her with her cane. Then, she looked up with a cheeky smile and said, "Thank you for punishing me grandmother." The woman did not look pleased.
"You look smug, girl. You will learn to apologize, not be sarcastic. Bend down again." With that, her grandmother cracked the whip again. Lily could feel the cane cutting into her skin, and she could almost imagine the huge welts across her back--but she didn't flinch. She didn't scream out in pain, like she wanted to, and she didn't ask her grandmother to stop. After the 10th whip, her Madam Evans told Lily to stand up. Lily's face was red because all the blood had rushed to her head. She was biting her lip so hard that it was bleeding. Her hair was a mess, and it looked like the cane had knocked the wind out of her. But Lily simply smiled and asked, "Grandmother, could I go shopping for school tomorrow?"
Lily knew perfectly well what the answer would be. Madam Evans hated everything that had to do with magic, and had done her best to try to send Lily to an expensive, private school---but Lily had protested all she could and went to Hogwarts. Surprisingly though, her grandmother smiled sweetly back and said, "Of course, darling. Go ahead. Clean up your wounds and go shopping tomorrow. Have fun!"
Lily frowned. That tone of voice and that disgusting smile had to mean her grandmother was plotting something. And that was never good.
Disclaimer: Although I think this pointless, because I am obviously not J.K. Rowling, I heard somewhere that you could get sued if you didn't do this - so, here goes. I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own these characters. This is a fanfiction, so don't bother going to court and trying to sue me. Thank you.
Please review! Thanks!
Lily plopped back on the bed and was about to catch an extra few minutes of sleep, when the green phone rang. The green phone line was restricted strictly to calls only from her maids. Lily looked at her cheap black watch streaked with red fake blood, which read 5:14 AM. Time to wake up, thought Lily with a roll of her eyes, and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Little Mistress Evans," came the overly enthusiastic voice of Maria, a new maid who was 19 years old. Maria was actually hated by her grandmother because she was so...excited all the time, but Maria liked to try to make up for the dislike by working harder than any maid.
"Hi Maria," answered Lily. She absolutely hated it when people called her "Little Mistress Evans," but the name "Mistress Evans" was already taken by her older sister, Petunia. Madam Evans was of course, her grandmother's name.
"How are you feeling today, sweetie?" she asked, and Lily answered bluntly with, "Fine."
"Oh? Well, that's good. Anyway, it's time to wake up and cook breakfast for your dear Madam Evans!" she said, and then hung up with another overly enthusiastic "Buh-bye, dear!"
Lily sighed, and fell back down on her bed. Her grandmother was now 72 years old, but back in the old days, she used to be a famous fashion model. In fact, that was why her grandmother could afford such a huge house for her two grandchildren. The only reason Lily and Petunia lived with their grandmother was because their parents weren't there to take care of them anymore. In fact, everyone else in Lily's family had gone up to heaven...on that one fateful, rainy day. However, Lily hated to remember that day, so she closed her eyes and shut off all the pain, trying to push all her feelings away. After that day, her grandmother had been driven crazy with grief, and now she liked giving her only two grandchildren misery and pain. For instance, if Lily's hair wasn't perfect, Grandmother Evans would take a cane, tell Lily to bend down, and give her three whips. It was the same with breakfast. Madam Evans always made Petunia and Lily cook breakfast even though the maids could make it, just to make them suffer and have practice on being an old-fashioned woman who only knew how to knit and cook. If every inch of breakfast wasn't perfect, Lily and Petunia had to face the cane. She even got some of the maids and butlers to beat them up for her.
Lily picked up the green phone again, fighting back the tears at thinking about...that day. It was time to call Borris.
Borris Benson had worked for Madam Evans for over 20 years, and was now her most trusted butler. However, Grandmother had absolutely no idea that Borris had actually formed a secret friendship with Lily. Borris hated the idea of whipping the girls if they were not perfect, so he would take them up to "the beating chamber", and just let them stay without hurting them. Lily had loved Borris's kindness so much, that they had become quick friends. Now, Lily would call Borris up with errands such as "I need a glass of water," and then spend a long time talking about Hogwarts and magic and everything she loved to talk about. Borris would sit there, and smile, frown, and nod at exactly the right parts. He had become like a father to Lily, and was her only servant that knew about Lily being a witch.
"Hello, Borris?"
"Good morning, Little Mistress Evans."
"Yes, I need a Tic-Tac, could you bring one up?"
"Coming, Little Mistress." Borris grabbed a tin of orange Tic-Tacs, went to the servant elevator, and pressed level 3, the level that Lily was on. He knocked on the shiny mahogany door that was Lily's and said, "Tic-Tac?"
"Come in," was Lily's loud reply, and Borris went in. He didn't say anything, just went straight to the redhead's closet, and threw out a golden halter-top and tight jeans. "Wear those with your gold heels," he said, and Lily went into the bathroom to change.
Borris always helped Lily out with wardrobe and make-up. As the girl would get beaten if she didn't look perfect, he always came every morning to help her out. Lily came out of the closet looking stunning, and Borris pointed to a chair.
"All right, golden halter top...so, I'm thinking light yellow eye shadow..." he said, and worked his magic in a short time span of 5 minutes.
"All right, good luck," he said, bowed, and was out the room. Lily smiled.
Lily swept out of her room and climbed onto the elevator marked "L.M.E" for Little Mistress Evans. It was a marble elevator with mirrors on every side, and only allowed to be used by her. "Level one," muttered Lily, and the elevator replied with a "Yes, mistress." It was a very rare and expensive automatic elevator.
As soon as the redhead was on level one, she spotted her older sister, Petunia. She was wearing a pink slip dress and matching pink flip-flops, chewing on a piece of gum incessantly. Her stringy blond hair was tied up in a knot at the top of her head, and she said in a venomous voice, "I never thought someone could take so long on getting ready..."
"And I never thought that anyone could look so much like a horse dressed in pink." finished Lily, and then entered the kitchen, leaving Petunia to contemplate what that had just meant. The kitchen had tall, grand ceilings decorated in frescoes, and practically everything was mahogany or marble. Lily picked up a skillet expertly, and cracked two eggs in it, throwing in bits of bacon too. This breakfast had to be just perfect, or it would be hard to bring up the question of going to Diagon Alley to her grandmother.
About an hour later, Lily and Petunia finished cooking Madam Evan's fabulous breakfast. The girls had cooked everything from pancakes, sushi, and egg rolls, and laid them all out on expensive dishes for her grandmother to eat.
Madam Evans came down the stairs and into the kitchen, her wispy gray hair up in a messy bun and dressed in a red silk nightgown. Lily wondered why she had to dress up for everything when her grandmother could come down the stairs looking like crap whenever she liked. However, the redhead did not mention her thoughts, and went down in a deep bow as her grandmother came down the stairs. The older women acknowledged her two granddaughter's bows and curtsies with an nod, and said in her raspy, disgusting voice, "Good morning ladies."
"Good morning Madam," the girls chorused, both smiling fakely.
"I see you've cooked breakfast. Well, let me check if this breakfast is worthy of my lips."
Lily tried very hard not to roll her eyes at that, and gritted her teeth down hard. She watched intently as her grandmother swooped down on the food, smelling, licking, and touching to see if the girls' cooking was perfect. Then, she shrieked. A bad sign.
"The bread! Who cooked the bread? The bread is burnt!"
Petunia had popped the bread in the toaster that morning, so it meant that she was to get the whips. Petunia's bottom lip quivered and her eyes started filling with tears. She opened her mouth slowly and---
Lily cut in quickly. "I cooked the bread, madam. Therefore, I am yours to beat." Her older sister looked at her quizzically, but Lily stepped forward, ignoring her. Madam Evans told her to bend down, took a cane from the shelf, and whacked Lily's back in a practiced motion.
Lily bit her lip and forced back the tears as her grandmother smacked her with her cane. Then, she looked up with a cheeky smile and said, "Thank you for punishing me grandmother." The woman did not look pleased.
"You look smug, girl. You will learn to apologize, not be sarcastic. Bend down again." With that, her grandmother cracked the whip again. Lily could feel the cane cutting into her skin, and she could almost imagine the huge welts across her back--but she didn't flinch. She didn't scream out in pain, like she wanted to, and she didn't ask her grandmother to stop. After the 10th whip, her Madam Evans told Lily to stand up. Lily's face was red because all the blood had rushed to her head. She was biting her lip so hard that it was bleeding. Her hair was a mess, and it looked like the cane had knocked the wind out of her. But Lily simply smiled and asked, "Grandmother, could I go shopping for school tomorrow?"
Lily knew perfectly well what the answer would be. Madam Evans hated everything that had to do with magic, and had done her best to try to send Lily to an expensive, private school---but Lily had protested all she could and went to Hogwarts. Surprisingly though, her grandmother smiled sweetly back and said, "Of course, darling. Go ahead. Clean up your wounds and go shopping tomorrow. Have fun!"
Lily frowned. That tone of voice and that disgusting smile had to mean her grandmother was plotting something. And that was never good.