Disclaimer: Please see my bio
A/N: Here's another chapter. I'm hoping that I'll be able to stay 1-a- week, I'm having serious writer's block. But I should be okay. Happy Easter! Or Passover! Or any other holiday! Or, for those of you who have a no-celebrations religion or no religion, or no religion with holidays, happy day! Wolfe: You are my absolute favorite person today! You have officially made my day! Thank you to my favorite (not to be degraded by the fact that you're my only) reviewer!
Recap: Heather was exhausted. She sunk down into the covers, wondering who those people were, and feel soundly asleep. But it was not into dreams that she fell.
Chapter 5: Waiting and Wading Through the Past
Heather was now certain she could get used to this. It was interesting, watching events transpire, but not even being there. The good thing of visions was that she never got tired, never got hungry, never was in pain. She continued to mull over the peculiarity of visions in general until movement caught her eye.
The door to the hospital wing opened, and, just as it had been with Harry, no one was visible. She assumed his father and Sirius were under an invisibility cloak, possibly the same one Harry had used, and waited for them to reveal themselves. She watched as James and Sirius materialized, and James flew to Lily's side, Sirius half a step behind him. James gently reached out, and smoothed the sleeping Lily's hair. It was such a loving, caring action, so much was said in that single motion, that Heather wanted to cry. Sirius sat on the other side of the bed, and he took her hand gently. It seemed like such a brotherly action. The two boys simply sat with her for nearly twenty minutes, talking quietly.
"Padfoot?" James asked. Heather wondered at the nickname, but saved it to ponder later, because she didn't want to miss the conversation.
"Hmm?"
"Why does Lily's sister hate her? Do you know?" Heather smiled to herself. Both sets of eyes were still locked on Lily.
"Well, she lived down the street, and we used to play together when we were little. I guess we kind of grew up together, all three of us. And-"
"Three of you?"
"Well, her twin sister can't have always hated her, now can she have? No, she and Petunia were very close when they were younger. That's why Lily is so hurt by how much she hates her. IT really hurt her; I think it still does. Doesn't she ever talk about this?"
"Lily's female. They all talk in feelings, not events; I don't get it."
"That's not just you, mate. Anyway, the three of us sort of grew up together. When Lily's parents died in our third year, she and Petunia had a few choices. Petunia waited for Lily to choose. She decided to move in with me, because that way she could stay with a wizarding family. Then Petunia figured out which of her choices allowed her the least amount of contact with Lily, and took that one.
"I guess she was always a bit jealous. They were about to go off to a boarding school and be together and share all their experiences, and suddenly Lily has something Petunia doesn't, and she's leaving her behind. Lily wanted them both to go wherever they needed to be happy. Petunia- Petunia wanted herself to be happy. That usually worked out fine, but not his time. So, when Lily lost her sister, and then her parents, she moved in with me, and got a brother out of it, though her sister will never talk to her again. Lily's written her a couple of times, but all she's ever gotten in response was a single letter. I'll never forget how upset she was when she read it. She cried for hours- she just sat there, sobbing, she wouldn't even speak. It was terrible."
"What did the letter say?"
"I don't really remember.." There was a deeply saddened look in his eyes, and his youthful face had suddenly gained years. "She saved it. I still find her reading it and crying sometimes. Once Lily went off to Hogwarts, Petunia wouldn't even be in the same room as her. Imagine, her twin sister, refusing to talk to her, to even be in the room with her.. That letter was the second and last time she directly addressed Lily after she got the letter. Sometimes she would mutter under her breath and be sure Lily heard her, but she never told her anything. She only said one word when Lily asked if they could talk. Just 'No.'
"For a week, she wouldn't eat anything. I kept offering her anything and everything, but she just sat there and shook her head. Then she finally started talking to me. It was.bad. And there was more than just that to upset her."
Heather sat there, gaping, listening to the story. She couldn't imagine Lily's pain. She had often wished she had a brother or a sister imagine losing them like that! It'd be worse than them dying, nearly.
"What do you mean? What else was there? She's never mentioned half of that to me. Much less anything more." James seemed rather hurt that Lily had kept it from him, but his concern was not that she kept painful secrets, but rather that she had them.
"I, um...," Sirius looked uncomfortable, "Prongs, (Another odd nickname, Heather thought) you know I would tell you anything, but..... She made me swear- on her parents. She didn't even mean to tell me everything, she just did...."
A/N: Okay, yes, I know, I'm pitying Lily. I know, I know, it's evil of me. But what do you want? Lily's life stunk. Period. It happens. And I guess there's a bit of bitter reality in the chapter, too. A few people have given Lily a twin, but I figured why not let it be Petunia? If you dare to say they would have been too close to pull apart like that, I have some news for you. There are twins out there who hate each other. There are siblings out there who hate each other. And just because Lily was mature enough to know something like being magical was nothing major enough to destroy a good friendship doesn't mean Petunia was mature enough to not be jealous.
R/R, PLEASE!! Flames are welcome, though constructive criticisms are preferred.
A/N: Here's another chapter. I'm hoping that I'll be able to stay 1-a- week, I'm having serious writer's block. But I should be okay. Happy Easter! Or Passover! Or any other holiday! Or, for those of you who have a no-celebrations religion or no religion, or no religion with holidays, happy day! Wolfe: You are my absolute favorite person today! You have officially made my day! Thank you to my favorite (not to be degraded by the fact that you're my only) reviewer!
Recap: Heather was exhausted. She sunk down into the covers, wondering who those people were, and feel soundly asleep. But it was not into dreams that she fell.
Chapter 5: Waiting and Wading Through the Past
Heather was now certain she could get used to this. It was interesting, watching events transpire, but not even being there. The good thing of visions was that she never got tired, never got hungry, never was in pain. She continued to mull over the peculiarity of visions in general until movement caught her eye.
The door to the hospital wing opened, and, just as it had been with Harry, no one was visible. She assumed his father and Sirius were under an invisibility cloak, possibly the same one Harry had used, and waited for them to reveal themselves. She watched as James and Sirius materialized, and James flew to Lily's side, Sirius half a step behind him. James gently reached out, and smoothed the sleeping Lily's hair. It was such a loving, caring action, so much was said in that single motion, that Heather wanted to cry. Sirius sat on the other side of the bed, and he took her hand gently. It seemed like such a brotherly action. The two boys simply sat with her for nearly twenty minutes, talking quietly.
"Padfoot?" James asked. Heather wondered at the nickname, but saved it to ponder later, because she didn't want to miss the conversation.
"Hmm?"
"Why does Lily's sister hate her? Do you know?" Heather smiled to herself. Both sets of eyes were still locked on Lily.
"Well, she lived down the street, and we used to play together when we were little. I guess we kind of grew up together, all three of us. And-"
"Three of you?"
"Well, her twin sister can't have always hated her, now can she have? No, she and Petunia were very close when they were younger. That's why Lily is so hurt by how much she hates her. IT really hurt her; I think it still does. Doesn't she ever talk about this?"
"Lily's female. They all talk in feelings, not events; I don't get it."
"That's not just you, mate. Anyway, the three of us sort of grew up together. When Lily's parents died in our third year, she and Petunia had a few choices. Petunia waited for Lily to choose. She decided to move in with me, because that way she could stay with a wizarding family. Then Petunia figured out which of her choices allowed her the least amount of contact with Lily, and took that one.
"I guess she was always a bit jealous. They were about to go off to a boarding school and be together and share all their experiences, and suddenly Lily has something Petunia doesn't, and she's leaving her behind. Lily wanted them both to go wherever they needed to be happy. Petunia- Petunia wanted herself to be happy. That usually worked out fine, but not his time. So, when Lily lost her sister, and then her parents, she moved in with me, and got a brother out of it, though her sister will never talk to her again. Lily's written her a couple of times, but all she's ever gotten in response was a single letter. I'll never forget how upset she was when she read it. She cried for hours- she just sat there, sobbing, she wouldn't even speak. It was terrible."
"What did the letter say?"
"I don't really remember.." There was a deeply saddened look in his eyes, and his youthful face had suddenly gained years. "She saved it. I still find her reading it and crying sometimes. Once Lily went off to Hogwarts, Petunia wouldn't even be in the same room as her. Imagine, her twin sister, refusing to talk to her, to even be in the room with her.. That letter was the second and last time she directly addressed Lily after she got the letter. Sometimes she would mutter under her breath and be sure Lily heard her, but she never told her anything. She only said one word when Lily asked if they could talk. Just 'No.'
"For a week, she wouldn't eat anything. I kept offering her anything and everything, but she just sat there and shook her head. Then she finally started talking to me. It was.bad. And there was more than just that to upset her."
Heather sat there, gaping, listening to the story. She couldn't imagine Lily's pain. She had often wished she had a brother or a sister imagine losing them like that! It'd be worse than them dying, nearly.
"What do you mean? What else was there? She's never mentioned half of that to me. Much less anything more." James seemed rather hurt that Lily had kept it from him, but his concern was not that she kept painful secrets, but rather that she had them.
"I, um...," Sirius looked uncomfortable, "Prongs, (Another odd nickname, Heather thought) you know I would tell you anything, but..... She made me swear- on her parents. She didn't even mean to tell me everything, she just did...."
A/N: Okay, yes, I know, I'm pitying Lily. I know, I know, it's evil of me. But what do you want? Lily's life stunk. Period. It happens. And I guess there's a bit of bitter reality in the chapter, too. A few people have given Lily a twin, but I figured why not let it be Petunia? If you dare to say they would have been too close to pull apart like that, I have some news for you. There are twins out there who hate each other. There are siblings out there who hate each other. And just because Lily was mature enough to know something like being magical was nothing major enough to destroy a good friendship doesn't mean Petunia was mature enough to not be jealous.
R/R, PLEASE!! Flames are welcome, though constructive criticisms are preferred.