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Oh and by the way if anyone actually believed that I would so start crying
anyway....... onto the story. Oh and does anyone actually read these? OMG I'm
so sorry I just realized that I messed up. When Lily comes home it's the
end of her sixth year and she's about to start her seventh and finale year.
Sorry if I confused anyone!!!!!! And by the way I decided to continue this
chapter until something good finally happens to Lily. Well it's kinda
good........
Chapter Three (Yeah I updated!!!!!)
"Now let's get something strait here," he spoke in his softest voice, the voice that made the hair on the back of my neck stand one end. That voice sent shivers down my spine and caused me to have to resist the urge to run from the room screaming and then crawl under my covers and never come out. It froze the bravest of souls and caused even the bravest person to cower.
I trembled slightly as I looked into those cold, emotionless eyes. My mother however continued to glare at him even after we sat down on the slightly worn white sofa. I broke eye contact with him and stared down at the rug, which depicted a scene of running wolves moving swiftly through the woods. He continued to speak and I shivered once again.
"This is not a discussion, this is not a debate, despite the fact that I used the word chat. What I am about to say is law as well as anything I say in the future. From now on there is not argument from either of you. You both will do whatever I say without question. Am I understood?"
I could tell my mother had been about to laugh but she controlled
herself and coughed instead. After a moment or so when no one spoke
Arnold continued,
"Good" he then smiled his most disgustingly indulgent smile and I felt
like throwing up
"So basically if I tell you to jump the only comment I want to hear coming from your lips is 'How high?' And as for you Lily dear, you will never go to that crackpot school of yours again. I don't give a damn that you only have a year left. And now that you both understand I'm going to bed and you Grace are coming with me." His voice hinted at his real intent.
"Go to hell" she stated in disgust. In an instant he had slammed his fist strait into her face and she collapsed onto the ground. I screamed and jumped up to help her.
"No Lily don't! Stay where you are!" Mom yelled. I froze and my eyes stopped seeing black just long enough to watch Arnold grab my mothers brown hair and violently pull her to her feet. I saw the pain she was in and once again tried to help her but as soon as I neared them Arnold back handed me strait into the wall. When I could finally hear again I listened as Arnold whispered maliciously,
"It's you or her. I'm not picky." With the force of the glare she sent him, Arnold should have been knocked dead a few times. "Fine" she snapped, "May God strike you dead for the inhumanity you have committed today."
"Lily, go to your room now before I change my mind and decide to fuck you instead!" His words once again sent my skin crawling and I shot a petrified look towards my mother before I fled to my room. After I locked my door I threw myself onto my double bed. Tears streamed down my face with the force of a rushing waterfall.
"Why is he doing this? Why is he acting this way?" In rage and pain I threw my pillow across the room. I buried my face in my hands and cried harder. Looking up I glanced around my bead and found my stuffed bear Hope. I hugged her to my chest and started to shake. I began to quiet myself only when I heard him dragging my mother passed. Suddenly I heard her cry out in pain.
"Get up." I heard him command, "Now." His voice was completely heartless and cold. A few moments later I heard the door slam. About a half-hour later I finally arose from my dreamlike state. Frozen with panic, but driven on in spite of my fear by my guilty conscience, I quietly unlocked the door and slipped out. Running through my mind was still the question, "Why? What have we done to deserve this?" All of a sudden I heard a sharp crack, similar to the sound of someone disapperating.
"No," I whispered and tears anew, ran down my face. I sprinted towards the master bedroom as fast as I possibly could screaming "No" at the top of my lungs. As I was passing Petunia's room the door opened and she stepped out with puzzlement on her face and a question on her lips. "What the hell?!?" Ignoring her I continued my flight down the corridor. Not even bothering to stop I slammed into the door. Taking no notice of the pain I began to pound on the door with my fists all the while screaming,
"You shot her didn't you? You evil bastard I cant believe you shot her! Your not fit to live on this world!!!!!!! I hope that you die a slow and miserable death. I wish that someone would just come and kill you! You should be shot for breathing!" I was rambling by this point with tears streaming down my face. I didn't even realize when Arnold opened the door and I was pounding on him instead. Once it registered in my mind I began trying to punch every part of him that I could reach. He simply pinned my arms to my side and picked me up.
Turning he showed me my mother. Her face was as white as a ghost (I know that line is used way to much but I really don't care) and if it hadn't been for the blood staining her body I would have thought that she would jump up and hug me again. Once I started screaming I couldn't stop. Arnold, however, quickly figured out how to solve that problem and promptly threw me into the wall. The door opened, I hadn't realized Arnold had shut it until now, and Petunia walked in. Her eyes scanned the area curiously until they rested upon the bed. She began to scream bloody murder as well, as she turned away from the tragic sight of our mother, lying on the bed in the gruesome position of death. Arnold suddenly turned from me and with the gun in his hand commanded Petunia, "Stop. Now." His voice carried no hint of a threat. After all there was no need with the gun in his hand.
"Now go over to the other side of the room and sit with your sister." Like the coward she was Petunia obeyed. If I had been able to move I would have charged Arnold and killed him any way I could have. The thought of stealing his gun and shooting him with it was a very tempting thought. She began to whisper over and over again "Oh my God" until she finally started to whisper the Lord's prayer. I stared at her in shock and momentarily forgot to plan ways to kill Arnold. We had never gone to church a day in our lives and I didn't even know the first line to it and yet here was my sister reciting the whole damn thing.
"Shut up" he commanded eyeing Petunia with every sign of distaste written on his face. "The police will be here soon-"
"And then you'll be arrested like the piece of shit you are" I shouted at him in my shaky voice.
"Quiet bitch. When they get here you will tell them that you saw your mother with a gun in her hand and started to scream. That will explain the screams." He paused for a moment, temporarily thoughtful. " I then ran up the stairs and started wrestling with her for the gun. Unfortunately, I was unable to control her and she squeezed the trigger. And fell backwards onto the bed. And that will explain my fingerprints on the gun." He seemed satisfied with that story. Unable to stop myself I retorted,
"Well what about your fingers on the trigger, jackass. The only explanation I can think of for that is that you fucking killed her!!" He walked across the room and kicked me strait into the stomach telling me to "Hold my tongue." He then proceeded to kneel down next to me and pull me up to his level as I had been bent double from the pain and said, " I will say this once and only once so listen carefully. Stick to the damn story because if you don't then you will be very sorry indeed." His voice was malicious and I could tell that he was dead serious.
Three days later Arnold came home drunk. After he had gotten full time custody of me (Petunia was already 18) I was on the verge of suicide. At the time he came home the house was empty, other then me, and I had been on the process of changing my eminem CD to my evanescence one (yes I know those CD's did not exist at the time but I don't care I like them and I also like Good Charlotte, Christina Aguilera and Toby Keith and yes I am an American and damn proud of it!!!!!!!)
As the lyrics to going under came on I heard him stumble up the stairs and wished that he could have just been stabbed at that bar he always goes to. I walked over to the door and turned the lock. I trembled in fear as I heard him try the door. Slowly I backed up until I hit the corner of my room. Sliding to the ground I hugged my knees to my chest.
"Unlock this door!" he raged in a slightly slurred voice, "If you don't open this damn door..." he threatened. I shook more violently then ever. I'm going under. He stopped raging and for a second I heard no more noise from him. Suddenly I heard a loud slamming noise and my door was kicked of its hinges. In his drunken haze he looked at me several times before recognition hit him.
"You stupid bitch I told you to open that damn door but no your to much of an ignorant dip shit to do that. I can do to you exactly what I did to your mother." A sick smile lit his face as he remembered the events of three days ago.( A/N I do not know how to make his voice sound slurred so just imagine it for yourself) The insane look in his eye told me that what he was saying was true and even more importantly that the thought was on his mind.
He slammed his fist into my face unexpectedly and I swear I heard my nose break. Suddenly Arnold left and I was relieved partly because that meant he couldn't hurt me anymore and partly because I couldn't stand thinking about him let alone being in the same room as him after what he had done to my mother. At the thought of my mother, my beautiful, intelligent mother my tears doubled in strength and my body began to shake.
Upon hearing footsteps I looked up and what I saw made my skin crawl. (I was gonna stop here but I decided not to be mean and I did promise that something good would happen to Lily first) Arnold had returned with a rope in his hand. I put my hand over my mouth and decided that now would be a perfect time to become more religious.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Please help me..." my voice trailed off as Arnold flipped me onto my back. Just as fast he pinned my knees with his and tied my arms together and then attached the rope to the foot of my bed. I jerked as violently as I could, to no avail. "You'll enjoy this wont you? After all who would ever want to fuck you?"
An hour later he walked from the room and I was sore as hell. He had left bruises all over my arms, legs stomach and on every inch of skin I had. Blood was staining the carpet and I was unable to get up as Arnold had left me tied to the floor. I laid naked on the floor for hours until I heard the front door open. Half from humiliation and half from the fear that it was him, I remained motionless.
Footsteps in the hallway caused me to jump and renew my attempts for escape. My heart began to beat as fast as a hummingbird's. "Lily I just wanted to tell you..." It was Petunia and I had never been so relived in my life to hear her voice.
"Lily! What happened to you? Are you okay?!?" her voice was one mixed with alarm and shock. She rushed to my side and untied the knots that I had been unable to. Gingerly I stood and almost collapsed from the pain. Limping, I finally reached my dresser and gently pulled on some sweats. During this whole time she had made no move to help me.
"Well?" she demanded. "What happened?" I just stared blankly at my wall for a few minutes. Finally I whispered, "He raped me" and I immediately broke down crying. Petunia let me cry on her shoulder for a few minutes before saying, "Lily. Lily! Stop crying. You knew this was going to happen. If only you had listened to me in the first place than mom wouldn't be dead, Arnold wouldn't have turned like this and you wouldn't have been raped. This is your fault and yours alone. Always remember that."
"W-W-What?" I asked my chest heaving.
"If you hadn't become a freak then none of us would be in this predicament right now. You will have to deal with that for the rest of your life. You are the reason mom is dead. You are the reason Arnold is insane. You have gone against God and for that you will pay." She paused for a moment. " Anyway I just came to tell you that I'm moving in with Vernon." Her voice was as cold as stone. And with that she left.
"Oh my God. She's right this is all my fault." Guilt laid on me so thick that I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I don't deserve to live. Arnold was right to rape me. I deserved it. I deserved everything that happened to me." It made no difference to me that at the time I accepted being a witch and going to Hogwarts I had not known that this would happen. I walked into the bathroom. My eyes scanned the room and I quickly found what I was looking for.
Dumbledore was pacing his office at Hogwarts. Something was wrong. Something was not quite right he just couldn't put his wand on it.
"Accio looking glass." He whispered. A small silver and gold mirror flew into his hands. Around the edge was the inscription "Something is wrong. Something is not quite right. Stare into me and I will help you to put things right." Dumbledore shook his head slightly at the inventor's lack of rhyming skills.
He stared into the reflective surface for several moments while watching his reflection wink and smile worriedly up at him. The usual twinkle was missing from is eyes. Suddenly the picture swirled until a redheaded girl of about 17 came into focus.
"Oh no..." Dumbledore murmured. The looking glass fell to the floor as Dumbledore rushed over to his beautiful red and gold phoenix. "What we need now is to get over to the Evan's house immediately." With a fiery flash Dumbledore and Fawkes disappeared. Laying abandoned on the floor the looking glass showed the image of a young girl, white as a sheet, with one, thick, red line on both of her wrists that perfectly matched the color of her hair.
"Enervate" she heard a kindly voice whisper. Wait. She heard she shouldn't hear she should be dead. "No" Lily moaned. Opening her eyes she saw two blue ones shining down with worry at her.
"Lily are you all right?" Despite how obvious the answer to this question was he still felt he had to ask it. Of course she wasn't all right and she probably wouldn't be for quite some time. She glanced up at him with a blank stare and asked desperation tingeing her question" Why are you here?" She closed her eyes and buried her face into her arms.
"I came because I was needed," he said simply. "No you weren't," she thought," No one needs me and I'm not wanted. I assisted in a murder." When she didn't speak out loud Dumbledore continued, "I felt that something was wrong and this just confirmed my suspicions. When I entered your home I met a man who seemed err... drunk and I'm sorry to say I had to stun him." He spoke in his soft, quiet voice, which seemed to calm even centaurs.
"Don't be" Lily muttered. He looked at her with knowing eyes and told her, "Lily I think it would be best for you if you came and stayed with me for a while." While he wasn't entirely sure if that was the best thing for her, he knew that she was in pain, both physically and emotionally and he was not about to trust her in the care of another.
"Why are you here?" she asked "Why do you care?" she was frustrated that she couldn't finish the task that she started.
"Because I am and because I do care." Dumbledore spoke in his softest and most reassuring voice.
And now I'm done yeah go me!!!!!!!! Ok now please everyone who reads should review. Thanks to all who reviewed: Anna: I hope this is a better one for you. Thanks that you like my story so much. Roxy-Punk-Princess: glad that I could unconfuse you SpangleDaCanary: Why is my story so confusing? Oh well anyway thanks that you liked my review and put me into your intro.
Well thanks again to everyone who reviewed and I think that everyone else should as well. Lol. I'll update as soon as I can. But the sad thing is I'm only supposed to be on the computer for an hour at a time so its kinda hard for me to update. Sorry about that. By he way I think there was some confusion. This story is NOT over I will continue it and Arnold will suffer.
Chapter Three (Yeah I updated!!!!!)
"Now let's get something strait here," he spoke in his softest voice, the voice that made the hair on the back of my neck stand one end. That voice sent shivers down my spine and caused me to have to resist the urge to run from the room screaming and then crawl under my covers and never come out. It froze the bravest of souls and caused even the bravest person to cower.
I trembled slightly as I looked into those cold, emotionless eyes. My mother however continued to glare at him even after we sat down on the slightly worn white sofa. I broke eye contact with him and stared down at the rug, which depicted a scene of running wolves moving swiftly through the woods. He continued to speak and I shivered once again.
"This is not a discussion, this is not a debate, despite the fact that I used the word chat. What I am about to say is law as well as anything I say in the future. From now on there is not argument from either of you. You both will do whatever I say without question. Am I understood?"
I could tell my mother had been about to laugh but she controlled
herself and coughed instead. After a moment or so when no one spoke
Arnold continued,
"Good" he then smiled his most disgustingly indulgent smile and I felt
like throwing up
"So basically if I tell you to jump the only comment I want to hear coming from your lips is 'How high?' And as for you Lily dear, you will never go to that crackpot school of yours again. I don't give a damn that you only have a year left. And now that you both understand I'm going to bed and you Grace are coming with me." His voice hinted at his real intent.
"Go to hell" she stated in disgust. In an instant he had slammed his fist strait into her face and she collapsed onto the ground. I screamed and jumped up to help her.
"No Lily don't! Stay where you are!" Mom yelled. I froze and my eyes stopped seeing black just long enough to watch Arnold grab my mothers brown hair and violently pull her to her feet. I saw the pain she was in and once again tried to help her but as soon as I neared them Arnold back handed me strait into the wall. When I could finally hear again I listened as Arnold whispered maliciously,
"It's you or her. I'm not picky." With the force of the glare she sent him, Arnold should have been knocked dead a few times. "Fine" she snapped, "May God strike you dead for the inhumanity you have committed today."
"Lily, go to your room now before I change my mind and decide to fuck you instead!" His words once again sent my skin crawling and I shot a petrified look towards my mother before I fled to my room. After I locked my door I threw myself onto my double bed. Tears streamed down my face with the force of a rushing waterfall.
"Why is he doing this? Why is he acting this way?" In rage and pain I threw my pillow across the room. I buried my face in my hands and cried harder. Looking up I glanced around my bead and found my stuffed bear Hope. I hugged her to my chest and started to shake. I began to quiet myself only when I heard him dragging my mother passed. Suddenly I heard her cry out in pain.
"Get up." I heard him command, "Now." His voice was completely heartless and cold. A few moments later I heard the door slam. About a half-hour later I finally arose from my dreamlike state. Frozen with panic, but driven on in spite of my fear by my guilty conscience, I quietly unlocked the door and slipped out. Running through my mind was still the question, "Why? What have we done to deserve this?" All of a sudden I heard a sharp crack, similar to the sound of someone disapperating.
"No," I whispered and tears anew, ran down my face. I sprinted towards the master bedroom as fast as I possibly could screaming "No" at the top of my lungs. As I was passing Petunia's room the door opened and she stepped out with puzzlement on her face and a question on her lips. "What the hell?!?" Ignoring her I continued my flight down the corridor. Not even bothering to stop I slammed into the door. Taking no notice of the pain I began to pound on the door with my fists all the while screaming,
"You shot her didn't you? You evil bastard I cant believe you shot her! Your not fit to live on this world!!!!!!! I hope that you die a slow and miserable death. I wish that someone would just come and kill you! You should be shot for breathing!" I was rambling by this point with tears streaming down my face. I didn't even realize when Arnold opened the door and I was pounding on him instead. Once it registered in my mind I began trying to punch every part of him that I could reach. He simply pinned my arms to my side and picked me up.
Turning he showed me my mother. Her face was as white as a ghost (I know that line is used way to much but I really don't care) and if it hadn't been for the blood staining her body I would have thought that she would jump up and hug me again. Once I started screaming I couldn't stop. Arnold, however, quickly figured out how to solve that problem and promptly threw me into the wall. The door opened, I hadn't realized Arnold had shut it until now, and Petunia walked in. Her eyes scanned the area curiously until they rested upon the bed. She began to scream bloody murder as well, as she turned away from the tragic sight of our mother, lying on the bed in the gruesome position of death. Arnold suddenly turned from me and with the gun in his hand commanded Petunia, "Stop. Now." His voice carried no hint of a threat. After all there was no need with the gun in his hand.
"Now go over to the other side of the room and sit with your sister." Like the coward she was Petunia obeyed. If I had been able to move I would have charged Arnold and killed him any way I could have. The thought of stealing his gun and shooting him with it was a very tempting thought. She began to whisper over and over again "Oh my God" until she finally started to whisper the Lord's prayer. I stared at her in shock and momentarily forgot to plan ways to kill Arnold. We had never gone to church a day in our lives and I didn't even know the first line to it and yet here was my sister reciting the whole damn thing.
"Shut up" he commanded eyeing Petunia with every sign of distaste written on his face. "The police will be here soon-"
"And then you'll be arrested like the piece of shit you are" I shouted at him in my shaky voice.
"Quiet bitch. When they get here you will tell them that you saw your mother with a gun in her hand and started to scream. That will explain the screams." He paused for a moment, temporarily thoughtful. " I then ran up the stairs and started wrestling with her for the gun. Unfortunately, I was unable to control her and she squeezed the trigger. And fell backwards onto the bed. And that will explain my fingerprints on the gun." He seemed satisfied with that story. Unable to stop myself I retorted,
"Well what about your fingers on the trigger, jackass. The only explanation I can think of for that is that you fucking killed her!!" He walked across the room and kicked me strait into the stomach telling me to "Hold my tongue." He then proceeded to kneel down next to me and pull me up to his level as I had been bent double from the pain and said, " I will say this once and only once so listen carefully. Stick to the damn story because if you don't then you will be very sorry indeed." His voice was malicious and I could tell that he was dead serious.
Three days later Arnold came home drunk. After he had gotten full time custody of me (Petunia was already 18) I was on the verge of suicide. At the time he came home the house was empty, other then me, and I had been on the process of changing my eminem CD to my evanescence one (yes I know those CD's did not exist at the time but I don't care I like them and I also like Good Charlotte, Christina Aguilera and Toby Keith and yes I am an American and damn proud of it!!!!!!!)
As the lyrics to going under came on I heard him stumble up the stairs and wished that he could have just been stabbed at that bar he always goes to. I walked over to the door and turned the lock. I trembled in fear as I heard him try the door. Slowly I backed up until I hit the corner of my room. Sliding to the ground I hugged my knees to my chest.
"Unlock this door!" he raged in a slightly slurred voice, "If you don't open this damn door..." he threatened. I shook more violently then ever. I'm going under. He stopped raging and for a second I heard no more noise from him. Suddenly I heard a loud slamming noise and my door was kicked of its hinges. In his drunken haze he looked at me several times before recognition hit him.
"You stupid bitch I told you to open that damn door but no your to much of an ignorant dip shit to do that. I can do to you exactly what I did to your mother." A sick smile lit his face as he remembered the events of three days ago.( A/N I do not know how to make his voice sound slurred so just imagine it for yourself) The insane look in his eye told me that what he was saying was true and even more importantly that the thought was on his mind.
He slammed his fist into my face unexpectedly and I swear I heard my nose break. Suddenly Arnold left and I was relieved partly because that meant he couldn't hurt me anymore and partly because I couldn't stand thinking about him let alone being in the same room as him after what he had done to my mother. At the thought of my mother, my beautiful, intelligent mother my tears doubled in strength and my body began to shake.
Upon hearing footsteps I looked up and what I saw made my skin crawl. (I was gonna stop here but I decided not to be mean and I did promise that something good would happen to Lily first) Arnold had returned with a rope in his hand. I put my hand over my mouth and decided that now would be a perfect time to become more religious.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Please help me..." my voice trailed off as Arnold flipped me onto my back. Just as fast he pinned my knees with his and tied my arms together and then attached the rope to the foot of my bed. I jerked as violently as I could, to no avail. "You'll enjoy this wont you? After all who would ever want to fuck you?"
An hour later he walked from the room and I was sore as hell. He had left bruises all over my arms, legs stomach and on every inch of skin I had. Blood was staining the carpet and I was unable to get up as Arnold had left me tied to the floor. I laid naked on the floor for hours until I heard the front door open. Half from humiliation and half from the fear that it was him, I remained motionless.
Footsteps in the hallway caused me to jump and renew my attempts for escape. My heart began to beat as fast as a hummingbird's. "Lily I just wanted to tell you..." It was Petunia and I had never been so relived in my life to hear her voice.
"Lily! What happened to you? Are you okay?!?" her voice was one mixed with alarm and shock. She rushed to my side and untied the knots that I had been unable to. Gingerly I stood and almost collapsed from the pain. Limping, I finally reached my dresser and gently pulled on some sweats. During this whole time she had made no move to help me.
"Well?" she demanded. "What happened?" I just stared blankly at my wall for a few minutes. Finally I whispered, "He raped me" and I immediately broke down crying. Petunia let me cry on her shoulder for a few minutes before saying, "Lily. Lily! Stop crying. You knew this was going to happen. If only you had listened to me in the first place than mom wouldn't be dead, Arnold wouldn't have turned like this and you wouldn't have been raped. This is your fault and yours alone. Always remember that."
"W-W-What?" I asked my chest heaving.
"If you hadn't become a freak then none of us would be in this predicament right now. You will have to deal with that for the rest of your life. You are the reason mom is dead. You are the reason Arnold is insane. You have gone against God and for that you will pay." She paused for a moment. " Anyway I just came to tell you that I'm moving in with Vernon." Her voice was as cold as stone. And with that she left.
"Oh my God. She's right this is all my fault." Guilt laid on me so thick that I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I don't deserve to live. Arnold was right to rape me. I deserved it. I deserved everything that happened to me." It made no difference to me that at the time I accepted being a witch and going to Hogwarts I had not known that this would happen. I walked into the bathroom. My eyes scanned the room and I quickly found what I was looking for.
Dumbledore was pacing his office at Hogwarts. Something was wrong. Something was not quite right he just couldn't put his wand on it.
"Accio looking glass." He whispered. A small silver and gold mirror flew into his hands. Around the edge was the inscription "Something is wrong. Something is not quite right. Stare into me and I will help you to put things right." Dumbledore shook his head slightly at the inventor's lack of rhyming skills.
He stared into the reflective surface for several moments while watching his reflection wink and smile worriedly up at him. The usual twinkle was missing from is eyes. Suddenly the picture swirled until a redheaded girl of about 17 came into focus.
"Oh no..." Dumbledore murmured. The looking glass fell to the floor as Dumbledore rushed over to his beautiful red and gold phoenix. "What we need now is to get over to the Evan's house immediately." With a fiery flash Dumbledore and Fawkes disappeared. Laying abandoned on the floor the looking glass showed the image of a young girl, white as a sheet, with one, thick, red line on both of her wrists that perfectly matched the color of her hair.
"Enervate" she heard a kindly voice whisper. Wait. She heard she shouldn't hear she should be dead. "No" Lily moaned. Opening her eyes she saw two blue ones shining down with worry at her.
"Lily are you all right?" Despite how obvious the answer to this question was he still felt he had to ask it. Of course she wasn't all right and she probably wouldn't be for quite some time. She glanced up at him with a blank stare and asked desperation tingeing her question" Why are you here?" She closed her eyes and buried her face into her arms.
"I came because I was needed," he said simply. "No you weren't," she thought," No one needs me and I'm not wanted. I assisted in a murder." When she didn't speak out loud Dumbledore continued, "I felt that something was wrong and this just confirmed my suspicions. When I entered your home I met a man who seemed err... drunk and I'm sorry to say I had to stun him." He spoke in his soft, quiet voice, which seemed to calm even centaurs.
"Don't be" Lily muttered. He looked at her with knowing eyes and told her, "Lily I think it would be best for you if you came and stayed with me for a while." While he wasn't entirely sure if that was the best thing for her, he knew that she was in pain, both physically and emotionally and he was not about to trust her in the care of another.
"Why are you here?" she asked "Why do you care?" she was frustrated that she couldn't finish the task that she started.
"Because I am and because I do care." Dumbledore spoke in his softest and most reassuring voice.
And now I'm done yeah go me!!!!!!!! Ok now please everyone who reads should review. Thanks to all who reviewed: Anna: I hope this is a better one for you. Thanks that you like my story so much. Roxy-Punk-Princess: glad that I could unconfuse you SpangleDaCanary: Why is my story so confusing? Oh well anyway thanks that you liked my review and put me into your intro.
Well thanks again to everyone who reviewed and I think that everyone else should as well. Lol. I'll update as soon as I can. But the sad thing is I'm only supposed to be on the computer for an hour at a time so its kinda hard for me to update. Sorry about that. By he way I think there was some confusion. This story is NOT over I will continue it and Arnold will suffer.