Well, all those that could be bothered to review me, here is the next
chapter for you! If you think that this chapter has better grammar than
the last chapter that is because of a very nice person called Blondemomo.
So now I have a far more exciting, and longer chapter for all you lucky
people! It's slightly longer because sadly it's the last chapter and I
have so much to cram into it! Oh! I almost forgot! Thanks to everyone who
helped me out and to people that gave me inspiration. If you are any of
the people I told to read this then well done for getting this far! I wont
keep you waiting any longer, cos that wouldn't be right on you, on me, but
not on you. So may I present to you, the very last chapter of "The lost
diary of Lily Potter"
Chapter 6: Betrayal but not betrayal
The new Characters are not mine but neither are they JK Rowling's
"Hello Annabelle. So you really are that predictable and came." The voice was so calm, not even a hint of a threat in his tone. For it was a he. His deep emotions and beauty were easy to see, just by the sound coming out of his throat. "Now, if anybody wouldn't mind, this door will have to be opened. Otherwise I'll have to break it down and that would ruin the effect this hallway has." The last part was clearly sarcasm, even to the most dim- witted people. Annabelle didn't move nor speak. She was clearly in a state of shock from the sounds of many other feet trailing up the stairs. It was Harry who first spoke. " Who are you? And what are you doing in our parents house?" The answer was given away from the proud grin on Charnai's tear-stained face. Instantly Harry caught on and a grin spread across his face. But Annabelle, on the other hand, was looking extremely confused. It looked as though she didn't understand how anyone else could possibly find the cottage. "Why is it taking a sorceress so long just to open a door, Annabelle?" At this remark, Annabelle took a few steps towards the door but changed her mind. It seemed confusion was driving her mad. "How do you know who I am? You can't see through the door." Poor Annabelle couldn't think of anything else to do except question. Though it wasn't long before the answer came. "Well, in there you have a telepathic child and I have one out here. They have been communicating all this time." This voice was different. It was deeper in tone and sounded impatient. "Annabelle? My dear little Annabelle, is that you? Why have you turned out this way? Our own flesh and blood, James, has turned into the most evil and manipulative little bitch that ever walked this earth. She's not ours, she's the spawn of Satan." Lily and James Potter come back from the dead? Thought Annabelle. Well if I can I suppose they can. "Your mothers right, Anna. Now be a good girl and open this door before these nice elves and men have to break it down." Annabelle was startled by the fact that elves were in the hallway. How can mythical creatures be outside that door? But she didn't wait for an answer this time. She did as she was told and opened the door. Light came flooding into the large bedroom, illuminating everything. Charnai stood up so rapidly that Harry became dizzy. Charnai seemed so delighted that she ran past Annabelle and straight into the arms of a young looking man. A teenager, to be precise. His chin-length, stripy blue, hair glistening, from the light coming from him, another man and a woman. Incredibly bright blue eyes gazing at Charnai's beauty. Though something didn't feel right. Both he, Charnai, the other man and woman had pointed ears. People don't have pointed ears. But they weren't people. They were elves. Beautiful in every detail, they amazed Annabelle right into her very bones. She stared, from the teenage elf, holding tight onto Charnai, to the other Elvin man having a rapid conversation in a language she didn't know. Finally the Elvin man looked up and said, "Hello Annabelle. My name is Legolas and I'm Charnai's third father. This is one of my dearest friends, Aragorn, with his wife, Arwin, and their son, Adelon." Adelon wasn't paying much attention, so looked up when he heard his name. Annabelle was still gawping at the words "I'm Charnai's third father." Surly one teenage girl couldn't have three fathers when her twin brother only has one. "I can tell by the look on your face that you don't understand, so I will explain. It all happened nearly 19 years ago. I was exploring caves and forests with my other friend, Gimli. We had just found the centre of one forest, when we heard hoof sounds. I could see it was Aragorn. He rode up to us with the biggest smile on his face. He informed us that Arwin had given birth to a healthy baby boy. So, as friends we had to go see him. This was also the best news we had both had in a long while. So naturally Gimli and me both leaped to our horse and followed Aragorn to Gondor. After two days journeying, my mind started to sense the deep loneliness inside my heart. The loneliness that only a child could fill. Then there was my inheritance to the throne of the Mirkwood elves. When I become king, then I die then those Colligeriganelf family would take over and Mirkwood would be in ruins. But having a child would mean marriage and marriage would mean settling down and not travelling through caves and forests with Gimli. But all those thoughts were interrupted by our arrival at Minis Tirith. Huge white walls gleaming in the newly risen sun. Round and round we rode, people hearing our horses were exiting their homes to see the new arrivals. Finally, we reached the top. But the unusual silence was scaring our ears. "He must be asleep. Proceed with quietness." Whispered Aragorn. So we dismounted our steeds and walked into the main chamber. Inside was a cradle draped with blue silk. Sat on a throne, singing in such a sweet way, was Arwin. Then she noticed us and launched herself into Aragorn's outstretched arms. As they were inappropriately making up for being away from each other for so long, I walked over to the cradle. The child was not asleep, but gazing into Arwin's pendant. He was obviously in wonder at it's light. But then he turned to me. Bright blue eyes staring into mine. My heart throbbed. How much I longed for a child of my own. Then it was as if a whip had been hit against a table. The huge noise filled the air. Arwin ran over to the now screaming child while I stood in complete shock. Exactly where the noise had been created, there stood a man. He was wearing robes of deep purple with silvery stars stitched in and a hat to match. He had long silvery hair and beard with half-moon spectacles. Then he spoke to me "Legolas, I presume. I am Albus Dumbledore and I think I have the answer to your deepest desire. A boy will soon be born. He will be the savoir of my world. But he will need a protector. So another child will be created, with the help of a very complex spell and potion. This child will need the strength of more than 2 parents. Well, 4 to be exact. It will only have 1 mother, but 3 fathers. With your strength and courage, Legolas Greenelf, The mother of the children has picked you. Do you accept?"
I was numb with shock. But, of coarse, I did accept.
"Then I will need some of your essence. A couple of hairs will do."
So, painfully, I plucked some of my hairs gave them to Albus Dumbledore and he vanished, with the same loud noise as when he arrived."
Legolas stopped. Telling stories from nearly 19 years ago was tough. He glanced over at Charnai. She was still in the arms of Adelon. Her long black hair glistening midnight-blue in the faint candlelight. But someone else was staring at the embraced teenager. The wide green eyes of Lily potter were looking at her youngest daughter's happiness. Oh how much she longed to have seen her twin's life. How much she wanted to have been there while they were growing up. Her gaze now changed to her son. He was staring out of the door in complete terror. So, naturally, she turned around. Hidden in the shadows of the doorway were hooded creatures with bows and arrows pointed at Adelon's head and Charnai's heart. They were going to kill them. James sensed the fury in Lily and also turned around. So with his male instincts, he and Lily both threw themselves at the creatures. Noticing the struggle, Aragorn and Legolas drew their swords and dug them deep into the cloaks. The hoods fell off the creatures to reveal 2 elves! Legolas' own kind trying to kill his daughter! They threw the corpses down the stairs and re-entered the bedroom. Then a blast of green light and the sound of three bodies hit the floor. Lord Voldemort was stood at the window. Two others in two deatheater's hands accompanied his wand. The bodies of Lily, James and Annabelle lay at their feet.
" Hello Harry. I bet you didn't think you would see me again, did you? And who are these? Some of your sister's freakish friends no doubt. I bet you are also wondering why I had to kill poor, sweet little Anna. Well, the thing is, I could tell after hearing your pitiful tales that she would be softening. Then she would have told you all my plans. So you see, it was your fault for releasing her. Especially since I had to have her killed in the first place. But staying here talking to you won't help now, so bye." That was all Voldemort said before he disapperated. Leaving his faithful deatheaters to take the bodies to be burnt. This was all so confusing for poor Harry. He didn't understand why Voldemort had killed Annabelle, even though he had explained it. Why did he kill Lily and James again and not me? I thought he wanted me dead. Why didn't he even try and kill Charnai because of her Elvin blood? It was all too much to think about. The events of the past half an hour were also being questioned by Charnai. She and Adelon were having one of their telepathic conversations.
"Why do you think two of our own people were trying to kill us, Adelon?"
"I don't know. Hey! They could have been under the imperious curse. Voldemort could have wanted us all dead before he killed your parents and Annabelle. Perhaps he wanted no one to bear witness to him killing the witch he brought up as his own. Hey, can you smell burning Charnai?"
"I can. Something's not right. Yeah! Look! Under the door! Smoke!"
Sure enough, smoke was steadily making its way under the two doors. Adelon plucked up his courage, and went to the door leading into the hallway, while Charnai took the door into the bathroom. The bathroom looked completely clear of flames, but enveloped in smoke. It was different for the hallway. Every square metre of floor was covered in fire. All along the hall, down the stairs and creeping into the bedroom. So Adelon speedily shut it. But Charnai was still not closing the bathroom door. It could be because the smoke had caused her to collapse. Her figure sprawled between the bedroom and the bathroom. Smoke pouring over her. Adelon ran to her and turned her over. Her eyes staring wide. The brightness gone and instead they were dull. Charnai was dead. Harry could feel it. It was as if part of his heart and soul had been ripped out. Legolas new what was happening. Charnai was part of Harry and Harry was a part of Charnai. So he was dieing. Adelon was heart broken. The very thing he lived for was gone. Her body grasped in his arms. If she was gone, then he wasn't leaving her. He would be with her for eternity. Both of them together in the afterlife. He wasn't leaving her any longer now. So he picked up Charnai's limp form, opened the hallway door and ran straight into the fierce flames. Arwin screamed and Aragorn held her back. He new this would happen if Charnai died. His son loved her more than life itself. Nothing could have prevented his suicide. Deep inside, Arwin knew this as well.
Harry's pain was growing stronger. It was worse than torture. But something else was drawing his attention. The diary was back. It seemed to be admitting beautiful gold light. The light was growing brighter and brighter, until the beams hit Harry. The gold beams soothing all his pain. After all his pain had gone, the beams formed a solid gold bridge leading out of the window to safety. So Harry got up and climbed onto the bridge. He looked down only to see the faces of his parents, Charnai and Adelon smiling up at him. Soon looking down over his shoulder was Legolas, Arwin and Aragorn. But they had to move as the bridge was starting to move away from the burning building. So they walked. As they moved further, they ghostly figures of Lily, James Charnai and Adelon moved out from in the bridge, to walking in front. They climbed the bridge and into the sunset. They were walking towards heaven together.
Chapter 6: Betrayal but not betrayal
The new Characters are not mine but neither are they JK Rowling's
"Hello Annabelle. So you really are that predictable and came." The voice was so calm, not even a hint of a threat in his tone. For it was a he. His deep emotions and beauty were easy to see, just by the sound coming out of his throat. "Now, if anybody wouldn't mind, this door will have to be opened. Otherwise I'll have to break it down and that would ruin the effect this hallway has." The last part was clearly sarcasm, even to the most dim- witted people. Annabelle didn't move nor speak. She was clearly in a state of shock from the sounds of many other feet trailing up the stairs. It was Harry who first spoke. " Who are you? And what are you doing in our parents house?" The answer was given away from the proud grin on Charnai's tear-stained face. Instantly Harry caught on and a grin spread across his face. But Annabelle, on the other hand, was looking extremely confused. It looked as though she didn't understand how anyone else could possibly find the cottage. "Why is it taking a sorceress so long just to open a door, Annabelle?" At this remark, Annabelle took a few steps towards the door but changed her mind. It seemed confusion was driving her mad. "How do you know who I am? You can't see through the door." Poor Annabelle couldn't think of anything else to do except question. Though it wasn't long before the answer came. "Well, in there you have a telepathic child and I have one out here. They have been communicating all this time." This voice was different. It was deeper in tone and sounded impatient. "Annabelle? My dear little Annabelle, is that you? Why have you turned out this way? Our own flesh and blood, James, has turned into the most evil and manipulative little bitch that ever walked this earth. She's not ours, she's the spawn of Satan." Lily and James Potter come back from the dead? Thought Annabelle. Well if I can I suppose they can. "Your mothers right, Anna. Now be a good girl and open this door before these nice elves and men have to break it down." Annabelle was startled by the fact that elves were in the hallway. How can mythical creatures be outside that door? But she didn't wait for an answer this time. She did as she was told and opened the door. Light came flooding into the large bedroom, illuminating everything. Charnai stood up so rapidly that Harry became dizzy. Charnai seemed so delighted that she ran past Annabelle and straight into the arms of a young looking man. A teenager, to be precise. His chin-length, stripy blue, hair glistening, from the light coming from him, another man and a woman. Incredibly bright blue eyes gazing at Charnai's beauty. Though something didn't feel right. Both he, Charnai, the other man and woman had pointed ears. People don't have pointed ears. But they weren't people. They were elves. Beautiful in every detail, they amazed Annabelle right into her very bones. She stared, from the teenage elf, holding tight onto Charnai, to the other Elvin man having a rapid conversation in a language she didn't know. Finally the Elvin man looked up and said, "Hello Annabelle. My name is Legolas and I'm Charnai's third father. This is one of my dearest friends, Aragorn, with his wife, Arwin, and their son, Adelon." Adelon wasn't paying much attention, so looked up when he heard his name. Annabelle was still gawping at the words "I'm Charnai's third father." Surly one teenage girl couldn't have three fathers when her twin brother only has one. "I can tell by the look on your face that you don't understand, so I will explain. It all happened nearly 19 years ago. I was exploring caves and forests with my other friend, Gimli. We had just found the centre of one forest, when we heard hoof sounds. I could see it was Aragorn. He rode up to us with the biggest smile on his face. He informed us that Arwin had given birth to a healthy baby boy. So, as friends we had to go see him. This was also the best news we had both had in a long while. So naturally Gimli and me both leaped to our horse and followed Aragorn to Gondor. After two days journeying, my mind started to sense the deep loneliness inside my heart. The loneliness that only a child could fill. Then there was my inheritance to the throne of the Mirkwood elves. When I become king, then I die then those Colligeriganelf family would take over and Mirkwood would be in ruins. But having a child would mean marriage and marriage would mean settling down and not travelling through caves and forests with Gimli. But all those thoughts were interrupted by our arrival at Minis Tirith. Huge white walls gleaming in the newly risen sun. Round and round we rode, people hearing our horses were exiting their homes to see the new arrivals. Finally, we reached the top. But the unusual silence was scaring our ears. "He must be asleep. Proceed with quietness." Whispered Aragorn. So we dismounted our steeds and walked into the main chamber. Inside was a cradle draped with blue silk. Sat on a throne, singing in such a sweet way, was Arwin. Then she noticed us and launched herself into Aragorn's outstretched arms. As they were inappropriately making up for being away from each other for so long, I walked over to the cradle. The child was not asleep, but gazing into Arwin's pendant. He was obviously in wonder at it's light. But then he turned to me. Bright blue eyes staring into mine. My heart throbbed. How much I longed for a child of my own. Then it was as if a whip had been hit against a table. The huge noise filled the air. Arwin ran over to the now screaming child while I stood in complete shock. Exactly where the noise had been created, there stood a man. He was wearing robes of deep purple with silvery stars stitched in and a hat to match. He had long silvery hair and beard with half-moon spectacles. Then he spoke to me "Legolas, I presume. I am Albus Dumbledore and I think I have the answer to your deepest desire. A boy will soon be born. He will be the savoir of my world. But he will need a protector. So another child will be created, with the help of a very complex spell and potion. This child will need the strength of more than 2 parents. Well, 4 to be exact. It will only have 1 mother, but 3 fathers. With your strength and courage, Legolas Greenelf, The mother of the children has picked you. Do you accept?"
I was numb with shock. But, of coarse, I did accept.
"Then I will need some of your essence. A couple of hairs will do."
So, painfully, I plucked some of my hairs gave them to Albus Dumbledore and he vanished, with the same loud noise as when he arrived."
Legolas stopped. Telling stories from nearly 19 years ago was tough. He glanced over at Charnai. She was still in the arms of Adelon. Her long black hair glistening midnight-blue in the faint candlelight. But someone else was staring at the embraced teenager. The wide green eyes of Lily potter were looking at her youngest daughter's happiness. Oh how much she longed to have seen her twin's life. How much she wanted to have been there while they were growing up. Her gaze now changed to her son. He was staring out of the door in complete terror. So, naturally, she turned around. Hidden in the shadows of the doorway were hooded creatures with bows and arrows pointed at Adelon's head and Charnai's heart. They were going to kill them. James sensed the fury in Lily and also turned around. So with his male instincts, he and Lily both threw themselves at the creatures. Noticing the struggle, Aragorn and Legolas drew their swords and dug them deep into the cloaks. The hoods fell off the creatures to reveal 2 elves! Legolas' own kind trying to kill his daughter! They threw the corpses down the stairs and re-entered the bedroom. Then a blast of green light and the sound of three bodies hit the floor. Lord Voldemort was stood at the window. Two others in two deatheater's hands accompanied his wand. The bodies of Lily, James and Annabelle lay at their feet.
" Hello Harry. I bet you didn't think you would see me again, did you? And who are these? Some of your sister's freakish friends no doubt. I bet you are also wondering why I had to kill poor, sweet little Anna. Well, the thing is, I could tell after hearing your pitiful tales that she would be softening. Then she would have told you all my plans. So you see, it was your fault for releasing her. Especially since I had to have her killed in the first place. But staying here talking to you won't help now, so bye." That was all Voldemort said before he disapperated. Leaving his faithful deatheaters to take the bodies to be burnt. This was all so confusing for poor Harry. He didn't understand why Voldemort had killed Annabelle, even though he had explained it. Why did he kill Lily and James again and not me? I thought he wanted me dead. Why didn't he even try and kill Charnai because of her Elvin blood? It was all too much to think about. The events of the past half an hour were also being questioned by Charnai. She and Adelon were having one of their telepathic conversations.
"Why do you think two of our own people were trying to kill us, Adelon?"
"I don't know. Hey! They could have been under the imperious curse. Voldemort could have wanted us all dead before he killed your parents and Annabelle. Perhaps he wanted no one to bear witness to him killing the witch he brought up as his own. Hey, can you smell burning Charnai?"
"I can. Something's not right. Yeah! Look! Under the door! Smoke!"
Sure enough, smoke was steadily making its way under the two doors. Adelon plucked up his courage, and went to the door leading into the hallway, while Charnai took the door into the bathroom. The bathroom looked completely clear of flames, but enveloped in smoke. It was different for the hallway. Every square metre of floor was covered in fire. All along the hall, down the stairs and creeping into the bedroom. So Adelon speedily shut it. But Charnai was still not closing the bathroom door. It could be because the smoke had caused her to collapse. Her figure sprawled between the bedroom and the bathroom. Smoke pouring over her. Adelon ran to her and turned her over. Her eyes staring wide. The brightness gone and instead they were dull. Charnai was dead. Harry could feel it. It was as if part of his heart and soul had been ripped out. Legolas new what was happening. Charnai was part of Harry and Harry was a part of Charnai. So he was dieing. Adelon was heart broken. The very thing he lived for was gone. Her body grasped in his arms. If she was gone, then he wasn't leaving her. He would be with her for eternity. Both of them together in the afterlife. He wasn't leaving her any longer now. So he picked up Charnai's limp form, opened the hallway door and ran straight into the fierce flames. Arwin screamed and Aragorn held her back. He new this would happen if Charnai died. His son loved her more than life itself. Nothing could have prevented his suicide. Deep inside, Arwin knew this as well.
Harry's pain was growing stronger. It was worse than torture. But something else was drawing his attention. The diary was back. It seemed to be admitting beautiful gold light. The light was growing brighter and brighter, until the beams hit Harry. The gold beams soothing all his pain. After all his pain had gone, the beams formed a solid gold bridge leading out of the window to safety. So Harry got up and climbed onto the bridge. He looked down only to see the faces of his parents, Charnai and Adelon smiling up at him. Soon looking down over his shoulder was Legolas, Arwin and Aragorn. But they had to move as the bridge was starting to move away from the burning building. So they walked. As they moved further, they ghostly figures of Lily, James Charnai and Adelon moved out from in the bridge, to walking in front. They climbed the bridge and into the sunset. They were walking towards heaven together.