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AN: Star Testing is FINALLY over!!! cheer Not only that but Mother's Day is coming up.. Happy Mother's Day! AND Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Just wondering one thing- when are James' and Lily's birthdays?
Uploading to FF.n has been kind of strange lately... it won't display certain symbols. So I'm sorry if you can't tell when the setting changes.
potterchick1: Thanks again! Hehe... I know that ending was pretty ironic... Hope you enjoy this chappie!
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Lily was staring at her soup with an utter distaste. Tomato. Usually her favorite next to clam chowder, but she had lost her appetite today. All she could do was take tiny sips from her spoon, pretending to eat slowly so she could savor the flavor.
Why did her parents always have to host these annoying little dinner parties? Tonight's guests seemed to be especially dull. They were a family of four, rather like Lily's. But so different at the same time...
Peter Evans was a doctor. A neurologist, to be exact and head of the Neurology department. Out of courtesy, he often invited new members of the Neurology staff at Kingsbridge Hospital.
Lily eyed her father's new employee rather more skeptically than she realized and he shot her a strange scowl. His name was Doctor Cecil Dursley. He was a rather stout, gregarious man with a florid complexion. His wife was a small, delicate, little thing and with her quiet voice, hardly noticeable. Apparently, however, their two children had inherited most of their physical traits from their father.
Marge was the older one, Lily guessed. She resembled her father closely especially because it seemed as though she had sprouted identical facial hair. Lily tried to suppress a giggle and this thought and ended up choking on a bit of diced tomato. Her mother, who was sitting at the foot of the table, next to her, patted Lily's back and she quickly took a gulp of water.
Vernon was probably the younger one and he had just given Lily what she interpreted as a "I-know-you-were-laughing-about-one-of-us-but-you-better-cut-it-out" kind of a stare. She looked defiantly back at with what she hoped read as "You-sister-needs-a-shave-and-you-need-a-bath-but-Never-in-hell-would-I-let-you-use-our-bathroom". He pursed his lips and wiped his mouth with his napkin.
"So what school do your lovely daughters go to?" Doctor Dursley was saying as he handed his empty soup bowl to Mrs. Evans, who was collecting them.
"Well Petunia, here, goes to Bellborough Court, she's eighteen-"
"-So she'll be graduating this year?" his mother squeaked.
"That's right," said Mrs. Evans proudly who had returned with a broccoli and chicken casserole. She put it down and rested her hand on Petunia's shoulder who smiled idiotically at Vernon.
"Same as our Vernon!" his mother squealed and she shot a proud look at her son. He was eyeing Petunia with the same foolish grin. Lily wanted to puke.
"What about-ehr... what's her name?" Dr. Dursley asked in a gruff voice.
"Lily," she said rather stiffly.
"Ehr.. that's right. Where do you go?" he took a large gulp from his goblet.
"I board," Lily said tersely.
"You must be terribly bored!" said Dr. Dursely and he pounded his palm on the tablecloth, laughing.
Petunia was laughing heartily along with the rest of the Dursleys. Lily's parents laughed politely, but Lily didn't laugh at all. Mrs. Evans made meaningful eye contact with Lily. At last Lily cracked a stiff smile.
"Looks really good, Mom!" Lily said, intentionally changing the subject as she smiled at her mother and eyeing the casserole, even though she still wasn't hungry.
"Hear, hear!" said Mr. Evans, smiling at his wife.
"I also have roast beef which I'll get in a minute-" and she had already slipped around the corner and returned with roast beef and sauce.
Mrs. Evans took her seat at the foot of the table again and served the guests while Mr. Evans cut the roast.
"Your plate, please, Lily," Mr. Evans said.
"Only a little slice," Lily said as she handed her plate across the table.
Lily watched the Dursleys, who all took enormous helpings of everything. Only Mrs. Dursley took small helpings- even smaller than Lily's.
"So, ehr, where do you board?" Mr. Dursley asked Lily through a full mouth of roast. He took a sip from his glass. Now she could actually see the wine swishing in his mouth, mixing with the brown meat as he chewed it. Then she noticed that Mr. Dursley was not the only member in his family who ate with an open mouth. Marge, too, chewed with her lips parted. Lily felt sick. "Well?" Mr. Dursely asked.
"Ehr-" Lily stuttered, looking at her plate. What should she say? She exchanged glances with her mother who, too, didn't know how to answer.
"Lily doesn't go to school-" her mother suddenly blurted.
"-anymore," Lily added briskly. Lily and her mother exchanged glances. Her mother looked at her with an apologetic expression.
"So you've graduated already!"
What had Lily gotten herself into? "Ye-"
Petunia suddenly looked sourly at Lily. "No!" she said sharply.
Mr. Dursely looked rather confused and shot a questioning glance at Mr. Evans who hurriedly answered, "Lily's older. She just graduated last year."
"No!" Petunia said indignantly one more time.
Mrs. Dursley looked puzzled at the two girls. "Which one of you is older?" She frowned slightly.
Finally the boisterous Marge spoke up. "I bet it's the red-head. She's taller and looks more mature."
Petunia's mouth twitched slightly at this.
Mrs. Evans sensed the slight hostility between her daughters and she quickly changed the subject. "What school do you go to, Marge?" and she shot her a large, white-toothed smile.
Chewing with her mouth open, she said, "Well, I've already graduated, just like Lily-"
Petunia let her fork drop with a clatter. "I'M OLDER!! Lily is a FREAK! SHE HAS NOT GRADUATED! SHE GOES TO A FREAK SCHOOL WHERE THEY TURN RATS INTO TEACUPS! SHE IS NOT NORMAL!" with those words, Petunia pushed back her chair and rushed up the stairs.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Evans said with a sigh.
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James folded his arms underneath his head and looked at the ceiling of his room. It had been bewitched to show the nightsky. He even let a sigh escape his lips as he looked at the constellations in the dark.
Tonight he saw Pisces and right next to the fish- Andromeda. Why was it that everything reminded him of Lily?
Andromeda was the girl who had nearly been sacrificed to a monster but rescued at the last moment by a glorious hero. After tonight's dinner, James felt more and more as if he needed to rescue Lily.
His parents and grandparents had talked to him about Voldemort. He was on the rise, they had said. The ministry was likely to defeat him before things got too serious and everyone got too panicky, but the situation was quite precarious at the moment. The minister, Fudge, had just been freshly instated and according to Byrtwold Potter, he did not have what it takes.
Things might get rather dirty, Potter had said. James had been rather excited to hear about the attacks. Then, immediately, he'd been lectured by his father on how this period was a very serious matter. Certain Wizards had been disappearing, especially those who were close with Albus Dumbledore.
Not to mention several attacks on muggles during James' fifth year. Not only were Voldemort and his followers, Death-Eaters, as they called themselves, attacking muggles, they were especially hateful towards muggle-born witches and wizards. They had already killed five ministry officials who were muggle born.
James could not get his mind off Lily. How he wished that he could be the hero who would save her. He saw Voldemort and his followers as the monster who was about to devour Andromeda. He saw himself as Perseus flying by and freeing her from the rock she was chained to...
Andromeda wasn't the only thing that reminded him of Lily. Pisces, the constellation right next to her, was another thing that made him think of her. Pisces was her Zodiac Sign. Then the curtains in his room, which were forest-green velvet, just like her eyes. The door to his room had a very dark red finish that made him think about her think auburn hair.
At least Sirius was flooing over to his house tomorrow and they could think of something better to do than to listen to warnings from his father about Voldemort or mope around about Lily Evans. He watched a shooting star move across his ceiling and then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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"Dad," Lily asked as she was drying the dishes.
"Yes, Lil?" He was washing the dishes.
"I think you have got to stop inviting people during the holidays when I'm here," Lily said resolutely as she dried another dinner plate.
"I'm sorry about the Dursleys, Lily. I didn't realize Petunia was going to be this difficult either."
"Let's just never have them over again," Lily said, putting her plate in a stack with others.
"What spell did you end up using on them?" he asked his daughter.
"The memory charm. I erased all their memories about our conversation, but I got another warning owl from the ministry," Lily sighed.
"I know, your mother told me."
"If I have to use magic again one more time at home, I'm really in for it."
"Why don't you have a talk with Petunia about this?" He suggested as he handed her another plate.
"Dad, this plate isn't clean," Lily said, pointing to the grime left on it.
"So it isn't..." He muttered, taking the plate back.
Lily found herself giggling. "Dad, you're horrible at this!" she said, as she watched him with amusement. The pair of them laughed together.
"Let's switch jobs then."
Mr. Evans and Lily switched places and he dried his hands on a towel. Lily put her hands in the soapy water and then rinsed it clean. Mr. Evans watched her with mock critique. Lily couldn't help smiling at him as she handed him a perfectly clean plate. He inspected it as if he was looking for something. "Why Lily Evans!" he said emphatically. "This plate is still dirty!"
"Oh, Dad!" Lily guffawed. And she flicked a soapsud at him.
He laughed, too as he grabbed a small handful of the suds and threw them back at her. Of course, then, Lily had to take her revenge.
One soapsud fight later, giggling and laughing they sat down at the kitchen tables, out of breath. Moments after they had sat down, exhausted in their chairs, Mrs. Evans came downstairs and surveyed the scene. She, too couldn't help laughing when she saw Lily and her red hair dripping and soapsuds all over the kitchen.
It had been a long time since she had done so, but Lily felt a need to hug her parents. Her father squeezed her and her mother kissed her soapy hair. Then she showered and went to bed.
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Sirius came over as planned the next day after breakfast. He brought his trunk and all his other things so that he could stay at the Potters' until term started again just like every year. And Just like every year, the two had nothing in their heads but mischief. They hexed nearly everything in sight, even themselves.
Just like at Hogwarts, there were many portraits lining the halls of the Potter mansion. Sirius and James had been bored out of their wits when Nera, the housekeeper asked the boys if they were up to helping. Since the alternative was writing an essay for Professor Viris for Defense Against the Dark Arts, they decided to help out Nera.
When they found out they were to clean the portraits in the "muggle way" they were outraged. Of course they immediately took out their wands and tried spells to clean the portraits, which to their dismay, didn't work. They tried out more spells, and somehow, James managed to hex Sirius into a portrait. Eventually, they did manage to get him out in the end.
Another day, they did sit down and do some holiday homework. They sat in leather chairs in the Potters' library researching the great Troll Migration. After they had written their essays they invited the rest of the marauders (minus Wormtail) and played another game of Quiddtch. James and Sirius were already getting excited about the coming Quidditch season at Hogwarts.
One night, James had gathered all the Marauders to sleep over at the Potter estate and he brought up the subject of Voldemort.
"My parents told me he was definitely on the rise, but they said that soon enough, though, the ministry will take care of him and his people.
Sirius snorted. " I think your parents are trying not to scare you James.
"Yeah, I know," James sighed heavily. "They're all just using euphemisms.
"Everyone's trying to make this sound a lot sweeter than it really is ," Remus agreed, leaning on his elbow.
Peter piped up," Have you heard anything from your parents about You-Know-Who?
"How daft are you, Wormtail?" Sirius shot back. "Don't you know about the Most Noble Ancient House of Black? How could you forget my lovely cousin Bellatrix?
Peter muttered something incoherent back.
"Anyway, what's going on in the Death-Eater World?" Moony asked, his voice gruff with anticipation.
"He's on the rise... he's definitely on the rise." Sirius' voice was deep and clear.
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There... finally updated! It's my 15th Birthday on Tuesday (5/11) and if you reviewed, that would make me sooooooo happy!! THANK YOU!!
AN: Star Testing is FINALLY over!!! cheer Not only that but Mother's Day is coming up.. Happy Mother's Day! AND Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Just wondering one thing- when are James' and Lily's birthdays?
Uploading to FF.n has been kind of strange lately... it won't display certain symbols. So I'm sorry if you can't tell when the setting changes.
potterchick1: Thanks again! Hehe... I know that ending was pretty ironic... Hope you enjoy this chappie!
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Lily was staring at her soup with an utter distaste. Tomato. Usually her favorite next to clam chowder, but she had lost her appetite today. All she could do was take tiny sips from her spoon, pretending to eat slowly so she could savor the flavor.
Why did her parents always have to host these annoying little dinner parties? Tonight's guests seemed to be especially dull. They were a family of four, rather like Lily's. But so different at the same time...
Peter Evans was a doctor. A neurologist, to be exact and head of the Neurology department. Out of courtesy, he often invited new members of the Neurology staff at Kingsbridge Hospital.
Lily eyed her father's new employee rather more skeptically than she realized and he shot her a strange scowl. His name was Doctor Cecil Dursley. He was a rather stout, gregarious man with a florid complexion. His wife was a small, delicate, little thing and with her quiet voice, hardly noticeable. Apparently, however, their two children had inherited most of their physical traits from their father.
Marge was the older one, Lily guessed. She resembled her father closely especially because it seemed as though she had sprouted identical facial hair. Lily tried to suppress a giggle and this thought and ended up choking on a bit of diced tomato. Her mother, who was sitting at the foot of the table, next to her, patted Lily's back and she quickly took a gulp of water.
Vernon was probably the younger one and he had just given Lily what she interpreted as a "I-know-you-were-laughing-about-one-of-us-but-you-better-cut-it-out" kind of a stare. She looked defiantly back at with what she hoped read as "You-sister-needs-a-shave-and-you-need-a-bath-but-Never-in-hell-would-I-let-you-use-our-bathroom". He pursed his lips and wiped his mouth with his napkin.
"So what school do your lovely daughters go to?" Doctor Dursley was saying as he handed his empty soup bowl to Mrs. Evans, who was collecting them.
"Well Petunia, here, goes to Bellborough Court, she's eighteen-"
"-So she'll be graduating this year?" his mother squeaked.
"That's right," said Mrs. Evans proudly who had returned with a broccoli and chicken casserole. She put it down and rested her hand on Petunia's shoulder who smiled idiotically at Vernon.
"Same as our Vernon!" his mother squealed and she shot a proud look at her son. He was eyeing Petunia with the same foolish grin. Lily wanted to puke.
"What about-ehr... what's her name?" Dr. Dursley asked in a gruff voice.
"Lily," she said rather stiffly.
"Ehr.. that's right. Where do you go?" he took a large gulp from his goblet.
"I board," Lily said tersely.
"You must be terribly bored!" said Dr. Dursely and he pounded his palm on the tablecloth, laughing.
Petunia was laughing heartily along with the rest of the Dursleys. Lily's parents laughed politely, but Lily didn't laugh at all. Mrs. Evans made meaningful eye contact with Lily. At last Lily cracked a stiff smile.
"Looks really good, Mom!" Lily said, intentionally changing the subject as she smiled at her mother and eyeing the casserole, even though she still wasn't hungry.
"Hear, hear!" said Mr. Evans, smiling at his wife.
"I also have roast beef which I'll get in a minute-" and she had already slipped around the corner and returned with roast beef and sauce.
Mrs. Evans took her seat at the foot of the table again and served the guests while Mr. Evans cut the roast.
"Your plate, please, Lily," Mr. Evans said.
"Only a little slice," Lily said as she handed her plate across the table.
Lily watched the Dursleys, who all took enormous helpings of everything. Only Mrs. Dursley took small helpings- even smaller than Lily's.
"So, ehr, where do you board?" Mr. Dursley asked Lily through a full mouth of roast. He took a sip from his glass. Now she could actually see the wine swishing in his mouth, mixing with the brown meat as he chewed it. Then she noticed that Mr. Dursley was not the only member in his family who ate with an open mouth. Marge, too, chewed with her lips parted. Lily felt sick. "Well?" Mr. Dursely asked.
"Ehr-" Lily stuttered, looking at her plate. What should she say? She exchanged glances with her mother who, too, didn't know how to answer.
"Lily doesn't go to school-" her mother suddenly blurted.
"-anymore," Lily added briskly. Lily and her mother exchanged glances. Her mother looked at her with an apologetic expression.
"So you've graduated already!"
What had Lily gotten herself into? "Ye-"
Petunia suddenly looked sourly at Lily. "No!" she said sharply.
Mr. Dursely looked rather confused and shot a questioning glance at Mr. Evans who hurriedly answered, "Lily's older. She just graduated last year."
"No!" Petunia said indignantly one more time.
Mrs. Dursley looked puzzled at the two girls. "Which one of you is older?" She frowned slightly.
Finally the boisterous Marge spoke up. "I bet it's the red-head. She's taller and looks more mature."
Petunia's mouth twitched slightly at this.
Mrs. Evans sensed the slight hostility between her daughters and she quickly changed the subject. "What school do you go to, Marge?" and she shot her a large, white-toothed smile.
Chewing with her mouth open, she said, "Well, I've already graduated, just like Lily-"
Petunia let her fork drop with a clatter. "I'M OLDER!! Lily is a FREAK! SHE HAS NOT GRADUATED! SHE GOES TO A FREAK SCHOOL WHERE THEY TURN RATS INTO TEACUPS! SHE IS NOT NORMAL!" with those words, Petunia pushed back her chair and rushed up the stairs.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Evans said with a sigh.
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James folded his arms underneath his head and looked at the ceiling of his room. It had been bewitched to show the nightsky. He even let a sigh escape his lips as he looked at the constellations in the dark.
Tonight he saw Pisces and right next to the fish- Andromeda. Why was it that everything reminded him of Lily?
Andromeda was the girl who had nearly been sacrificed to a monster but rescued at the last moment by a glorious hero. After tonight's dinner, James felt more and more as if he needed to rescue Lily.
His parents and grandparents had talked to him about Voldemort. He was on the rise, they had said. The ministry was likely to defeat him before things got too serious and everyone got too panicky, but the situation was quite precarious at the moment. The minister, Fudge, had just been freshly instated and according to Byrtwold Potter, he did not have what it takes.
Things might get rather dirty, Potter had said. James had been rather excited to hear about the attacks. Then, immediately, he'd been lectured by his father on how this period was a very serious matter. Certain Wizards had been disappearing, especially those who were close with Albus Dumbledore.
Not to mention several attacks on muggles during James' fifth year. Not only were Voldemort and his followers, Death-Eaters, as they called themselves, attacking muggles, they were especially hateful towards muggle-born witches and wizards. They had already killed five ministry officials who were muggle born.
James could not get his mind off Lily. How he wished that he could be the hero who would save her. He saw Voldemort and his followers as the monster who was about to devour Andromeda. He saw himself as Perseus flying by and freeing her from the rock she was chained to...
Andromeda wasn't the only thing that reminded him of Lily. Pisces, the constellation right next to her, was another thing that made him think of her. Pisces was her Zodiac Sign. Then the curtains in his room, which were forest-green velvet, just like her eyes. The door to his room had a very dark red finish that made him think about her think auburn hair.
At least Sirius was flooing over to his house tomorrow and they could think of something better to do than to listen to warnings from his father about Voldemort or mope around about Lily Evans. He watched a shooting star move across his ceiling and then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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"Dad," Lily asked as she was drying the dishes.
"Yes, Lil?" He was washing the dishes.
"I think you have got to stop inviting people during the holidays when I'm here," Lily said resolutely as she dried another dinner plate.
"I'm sorry about the Dursleys, Lily. I didn't realize Petunia was going to be this difficult either."
"Let's just never have them over again," Lily said, putting her plate in a stack with others.
"What spell did you end up using on them?" he asked his daughter.
"The memory charm. I erased all their memories about our conversation, but I got another warning owl from the ministry," Lily sighed.
"I know, your mother told me."
"If I have to use magic again one more time at home, I'm really in for it."
"Why don't you have a talk with Petunia about this?" He suggested as he handed her another plate.
"Dad, this plate isn't clean," Lily said, pointing to the grime left on it.
"So it isn't..." He muttered, taking the plate back.
Lily found herself giggling. "Dad, you're horrible at this!" she said, as she watched him with amusement. The pair of them laughed together.
"Let's switch jobs then."
Mr. Evans and Lily switched places and he dried his hands on a towel. Lily put her hands in the soapy water and then rinsed it clean. Mr. Evans watched her with mock critique. Lily couldn't help smiling at him as she handed him a perfectly clean plate. He inspected it as if he was looking for something. "Why Lily Evans!" he said emphatically. "This plate is still dirty!"
"Oh, Dad!" Lily guffawed. And she flicked a soapsud at him.
He laughed, too as he grabbed a small handful of the suds and threw them back at her. Of course, then, Lily had to take her revenge.
One soapsud fight later, giggling and laughing they sat down at the kitchen tables, out of breath. Moments after they had sat down, exhausted in their chairs, Mrs. Evans came downstairs and surveyed the scene. She, too couldn't help laughing when she saw Lily and her red hair dripping and soapsuds all over the kitchen.
It had been a long time since she had done so, but Lily felt a need to hug her parents. Her father squeezed her and her mother kissed her soapy hair. Then she showered and went to bed.
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Sirius came over as planned the next day after breakfast. He brought his trunk and all his other things so that he could stay at the Potters' until term started again just like every year. And Just like every year, the two had nothing in their heads but mischief. They hexed nearly everything in sight, even themselves.
Just like at Hogwarts, there were many portraits lining the halls of the Potter mansion. Sirius and James had been bored out of their wits when Nera, the housekeeper asked the boys if they were up to helping. Since the alternative was writing an essay for Professor Viris for Defense Against the Dark Arts, they decided to help out Nera.
When they found out they were to clean the portraits in the "muggle way" they were outraged. Of course they immediately took out their wands and tried spells to clean the portraits, which to their dismay, didn't work. They tried out more spells, and somehow, James managed to hex Sirius into a portrait. Eventually, they did manage to get him out in the end.
Another day, they did sit down and do some holiday homework. They sat in leather chairs in the Potters' library researching the great Troll Migration. After they had written their essays they invited the rest of the marauders (minus Wormtail) and played another game of Quiddtch. James and Sirius were already getting excited about the coming Quidditch season at Hogwarts.
One night, James had gathered all the Marauders to sleep over at the Potter estate and he brought up the subject of Voldemort.
"My parents told me he was definitely on the rise, but they said that soon enough, though, the ministry will take care of him and his people.
Sirius snorted. " I think your parents are trying not to scare you James.
"Yeah, I know," James sighed heavily. "They're all just using euphemisms.
"Everyone's trying to make this sound a lot sweeter than it really is ," Remus agreed, leaning on his elbow.
Peter piped up," Have you heard anything from your parents about You-Know-Who?
"How daft are you, Wormtail?" Sirius shot back. "Don't you know about the Most Noble Ancient House of Black? How could you forget my lovely cousin Bellatrix?
Peter muttered something incoherent back.
"Anyway, what's going on in the Death-Eater World?" Moony asked, his voice gruff with anticipation.
"He's on the rise... he's definitely on the rise." Sirius' voice was deep and clear.
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There... finally updated! It's my 15th Birthday on Tuesday (5/11) and if you reviewed, that would make me sooooooo happy!! THANK YOU!!