WARNING: AUTHOR HIGHLY ENCOURAGES READER TO READ THE LAST CHAPTER AGAIN TO BRUSH UP
CHAPTER 14
DEAD AGAIN
"Dad?" I choked, barley believing my eyes. "How...I.." I nearly shook with tears, the man whom I had stayed faithful to my entire life was alive, when he was suppose to be dead. The man who watched over me... kept me well and had given me everything I could of hope for– was alive. I touched his arm softly, making sure he was really there and just not a mirage. Memories flowed through my veins awakening my senses. I knew it. I KNEW it. This entire time he was alive... and finally we could catch up on those missed years. No longer was alone. No longer would I cry silent tears, or be the sole secret keeper of the truth that plagued my family for generations. No longer was I alone... my father was alive.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of
walking in your shoes
"Lily,
listen to me, you need to get out of here. Please. Why you still
can." He said as the tears begun to run down his worn face. He
looked so different, yet just like he use to. His electric red hair
now seemed to have been covered in a thick layer of dust, and his
skin– so pale and fragile I could almost see through it. Only one
thing had not changed... the only thing what mattered, and kept me
going no matter what. The look in his eyes. The warmth of love
a father has for his child runs deep, and its significance startling.
I looked at him oddly, why did he wish us to be torn apart again? I
could see the urgency and pain seeping through out his eyes, yet
still I could not comprehend.
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired...
So
much more aware
"But
Daddy why..." I asked, slightly drawing away, my eyes starting to
brim with tears. That's when I realized the warmth around my knees,
enveloping them in a cooling liquid. Only then did I glance at his
hands to only see blood quickly trickling from his wounds. My eyes
widened in horror, as the truth was revealed before my vary eyes
"No." I choked, "NO! I made you
promise." I said before breaking into hysterical cries, "I
made you promise!"
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of
walking in your shoes
"Promises…
are only guidelines" A chilling voice said from in front of me. I
savagely raised my head just to be greeted with the foulest sight I
could of imagined at the moment. One of Voldermont's followers
stood in front of me resting on one of the large doors with his
fingers snaked around a bloody dagger and the other a dripping
child's head. I felt my stomach turn by just the look of terror on
the toddlers face. His sickening grin gnawed at my displeasure, "but
you certainly know that... don't you." My body trembled at
the thought of the toddlers last moments. How could you kill a
defenseless child? My body shuddered and the room started to spin as
I fought to control my nausea. Taking a deep breath I stood up in
front of him as anger took control of my body. Stealing the dearest
thing away from me, only to bring him back so I could see the life
slip out of his eyes was enough to make me fight off entire pack of
werewolves with my wandless hands, but this guy pushed it. He
also murdered the symbol of salvation... a sacred being. This
man was despicable, lower then Satan and all his creations: he was a
bloodthirsty monster, who deserved more pain then I could ever
bring upon him.
I couldn't even speak I was so horribly enraged, my acuity turned to ash as my anger took my wand by storm, sending a curse exploding into the room, shaking every beam, and crumbling rock. Dust and boulders tumbled down from the ceiling as screams of ghastly agony throbbed through the castle. I left him there to suffer, never stopping the pain that scorched his corpse. He was no man, but the creator of pain and suffrage. I gave him back what other families wished they could of. A thank you very much for the terror and misery he put countless others to.
I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
And I knowI may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
Only
when a beam nearly tore the room in two did I rush back to my dying
fathers side. He was weaker then ever, and fading faster then before.
His lips parted to gasp for breath and I could do nothing. Neither
was there a spell nor medicine that would set him right, thanks the
curse of our ancestors. At the time they thought it well to bestow
one Evans family member of every generation with the gift of
everlasting immortality. Only their desire to save another could kill
them... it was the only thing that could. My dear father's green
eyes, which reflected mine, were the only identification for the next
Evan's immortal soul. The gift of immortality was supposed to be a
gift, man would kill for it, but the truth held it as the worst curse
alive. I lived with knowing I might never see my deceased relatives
again… for some of my family members never had. My "Uncle" is
really over a couple thousand years old. His attempts to save
countless others always failed horribly; leaving him washed up and
depressed beyond belief. He wanted to die. The world would go
on, some day end... but never the Evans. We existed as
ghosts.
I stroked my father's hair, unaware of anything, as I was immersed in his blood, and stared devotedly into his eyes. The world could have exploded and I knew I would not have budged: there was nothing to keep me from him. His green eyes stared into my own tiredly. "I love you, father." I said as new tears found their way from the depth of my soul. "I love you." He made an effort to smile, but was to weak, yet for a second his eyes radiated light as never seen before they glazed over with emptiness.
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface…
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Uphill struggle,
Blood, sweat and tears
Nothing to gain...
Everything
to fear
Only
Dumbledore could pry my dripping frame from my father's body that
night, or stop the agonizing screams of the Death Eater. Hogwarts was
hollow, and news of my last moments with my father somehow found
their way around school quicker then anything else. My footsteps
seemed to echo in the silent stares my peers sent me. Like my
father's eyes, mine too had glazed over and I really couldn't
care less. I was free of emotion which lead everyone surrounding me
awkward, and quiet, after all, what can you say to a girl who bathed
in her father's drying blood?
Dumbledore quietly sat across from me in his office, setting down a folder in front off him softly. "Your Father was an honorable man. It was his choice... no one else's decision, Lily." he said trying to look into my eyes, yet I had already focused my gaze at the tapestry behind him, I was immune to what he said, immune to everything.
I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So
much more aware
"I
wrote your sister Petunia, you'll be glad to hear the Dockendorf
family has decided to adopt her as their own. I was told she has been
friends with their daughter Emily for a while now." He said as I
continued to stare at the tapestry, "They are nice muggles;
however, I do not think they would understand if ... well, if
anything curious happened. Therefore that leaves us two options. "
At this I looked up at him curiously, I never even thought of past
Hogwarts or vacations... I guess I just figured I would go home to
our old house since nobody wanted me. Then why did I fool myself, my
own Uncle did not want to even keep me, let alone anyone else.
I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter contacted me immediately to offer their home and support to you, as they have done to other students at Hogwarts. They are remarkable people, no matter how much you do or do not favor their son. They never fail to amaze me how they can help others heal through time and support. Then again, you can always rent out a flat in London and plague yourself with accusations all year long." He said somewhat jokingly, yet then shut down when my glare reached his eyes.
"I'll be fine, I can stay at my house" I said which seemed to pull at his memory by the way he shifted.
"Oh yes, that brings me to the will." Dumbledore said turning to the folder on his desk and opening it up. "It states here that the Evans Manor and its possessions, other then individual items, shall be sold upon the death of both head family members and the money collected to be split into two equal accounts for the heirs." He said as I looked up in horror.
"How... Why... Why can't Petunia and I decide?" I asked.
"Your parents wanted no fights over material items after their passing, or I assume... that is the case for such black and white wills."
"I do not know..." I said, starting to weigh in the possibilities of my solo future. This answer however did not suit Dumbledore.
"You can either continue to self destruct by your self or choose to heal. The decision is yours, and only you can make it. The Potters are offering you their home and support, yet only living by yourself will only show you the tortures and terrors of loss if you choose it."
"I really don't have a choice do I?" I asked looking questioningly at Dumbledore, his soft smile was enough to express his answer.
I've
Become so numb...
Become so tired...
Nothing to gain,
Everything to fear.
Authors Note: UPDATED!
Wow. I can't believe I finally finished this, many things happened, from losing the story to a sick computer, to really having no desire to write, let alone time. However, I've made it here, which was a harder journey then most would imagine. First off I would like to say "Thank You" to everyone who wrote me a sympathetic note about my late Grandma, it's been really tough without her and I greatly appreciated it.
The lyrics are of Linkin Park, if you have not already of guessed, from their two great songs called Nobody's Listening and the more popular one, Numb. Thanks For reading, and I'll love you forever if you review! Dais