A/N- I didn't mean for this to take so long. Apologies. I'm going to see
PoA tomorrow!!!! WHOOOOO! I am really excited.
"Lily was only a year older than me, and that was one of the reasons we were so close. When Lily was five and I was four, we discovered that we were a terrible force to recon with."
FLASHBACK (being told to Harry)
"AH! No! Petunia, please put down Mummy's Garden-of-the-Year trophy! Good girl! Now, lets find you some lovely toys- No! Not Mummy's Welsh Dresser tea set! Let's play with the blocks, Pet, c'mon lovey!" Came Mrs. Dorothy Evan's voice from the living room where a small Petunia Dursley was being a bit of a handful.
Lily Evans emerged from the kitchen. "Mummy, can Pet and I go outside in the garden?"
Her mother looked absolutely relieved. "What a good idea, Lily. Go on Petunia, go out in the garden with Lily!"
The two girls ran off, whispering to each other as they went. They weren't seen again until Mrs. Evans found them that afternoon, asleep under a tree with a now-empty cookie jar between them.
END FLASHBACK
"Lily and I worked together like that often, and usually pulled it off flawlessly. Our roles would switch, sometimes I would be the one to distract our mother and sometimes Lily would be. Nothing we decided we wanted was ever safe from us."
"Lily had a strong sense of what was right. She always stood up for me at school. When the other children at primary school would tease me, she always knew how to make them back down."
FLASHBACK
"...quite contrary how does your garden grow? With Pet's big face and-"
"Oliver Crompton! You leave Petunia alone!" The fiery copper headed girl, only ten, said, while heading over.
"Aww, Petunia has to have big sis come and get her!" one of Oliver's cronies drawled.
"You and your friends had better leave Petunia alone or I will tell your mother what you said to Lizzie Bennet on Monday." Lily threatened.
"You wouldn't!" Crompton gasped.
"I would." Lily said evenly, folding her arms across her chest.
Oliver and his friends glared for a moment then left to play cricket. Or, "accidentally" hit other students close by the field.
END FLASHBACK
"MUM???" came a thunderous call from the doorway. It was obviously Dudley. Petunia simply put down her teacup, while Harry grimaced.
"Go out the back way. Come back tomorrow." She said as she disappeared into the entrance to greet her son. Who was now booming for a prawn sandwich.
Harry did not bother to use the back door and simply apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place, where he was currently residing.
"That took awhile." Ron commented from the kitchen.
"Yeah, my Aunt decided she wanted to talk about my mum. I'm going back tomorrow."
"You're going back?" Ron came out of the kitchen with a prawn sandwich.
"I don't know a whole lot about my mum. I know some about while she was at Hogwarts, but I know absolutely nothing about before then. I don't see another ample opportunity to find out."
"Can't argue with that. Still sounds like a miserable way to find out though." He said before taking a large bite out of the sandwich.
Harry didn't answer. It really wasn't that bad....
A/N-reviews are much appreciated.
"Lily was only a year older than me, and that was one of the reasons we were so close. When Lily was five and I was four, we discovered that we were a terrible force to recon with."
FLASHBACK (being told to Harry)
"AH! No! Petunia, please put down Mummy's Garden-of-the-Year trophy! Good girl! Now, lets find you some lovely toys- No! Not Mummy's Welsh Dresser tea set! Let's play with the blocks, Pet, c'mon lovey!" Came Mrs. Dorothy Evan's voice from the living room where a small Petunia Dursley was being a bit of a handful.
Lily Evans emerged from the kitchen. "Mummy, can Pet and I go outside in the garden?"
Her mother looked absolutely relieved. "What a good idea, Lily. Go on Petunia, go out in the garden with Lily!"
The two girls ran off, whispering to each other as they went. They weren't seen again until Mrs. Evans found them that afternoon, asleep under a tree with a now-empty cookie jar between them.
END FLASHBACK
"Lily and I worked together like that often, and usually pulled it off flawlessly. Our roles would switch, sometimes I would be the one to distract our mother and sometimes Lily would be. Nothing we decided we wanted was ever safe from us."
"Lily had a strong sense of what was right. She always stood up for me at school. When the other children at primary school would tease me, she always knew how to make them back down."
FLASHBACK
"...quite contrary how does your garden grow? With Pet's big face and-"
"Oliver Crompton! You leave Petunia alone!" The fiery copper headed girl, only ten, said, while heading over.
"Aww, Petunia has to have big sis come and get her!" one of Oliver's cronies drawled.
"You and your friends had better leave Petunia alone or I will tell your mother what you said to Lizzie Bennet on Monday." Lily threatened.
"You wouldn't!" Crompton gasped.
"I would." Lily said evenly, folding her arms across her chest.
Oliver and his friends glared for a moment then left to play cricket. Or, "accidentally" hit other students close by the field.
END FLASHBACK
"MUM???" came a thunderous call from the doorway. It was obviously Dudley. Petunia simply put down her teacup, while Harry grimaced.
"Go out the back way. Come back tomorrow." She said as she disappeared into the entrance to greet her son. Who was now booming for a prawn sandwich.
Harry did not bother to use the back door and simply apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place, where he was currently residing.
"That took awhile." Ron commented from the kitchen.
"Yeah, my Aunt decided she wanted to talk about my mum. I'm going back tomorrow."
"You're going back?" Ron came out of the kitchen with a prawn sandwich.
"I don't know a whole lot about my mum. I know some about while she was at Hogwarts, but I know absolutely nothing about before then. I don't see another ample opportunity to find out."
"Can't argue with that. Still sounds like a miserable way to find out though." He said before taking a large bite out of the sandwich.
Harry didn't answer. It really wasn't that bad....
A/N-reviews are much appreciated.