Disclaimer: I own only the plot, and other things like that
A/N: I decided to try and continue the story, the beginning of this chapter differs from the end of the last, so don't mind. You're not confused; I'm just lazy. If the Remus and Sirius confuse you, with switched personalities, I was tired of Sirius always being flirty and Remus always being subdued, so it's the other way around. No, I didn't mix up Peter and Patrick, there's a story behind this, so that too is not a mistake. Thank you for your cooperation…hehe I couldn't help that.
Lily got off the Hogwarts express yelling over her shoulder,
"Yes, I'll write, I promise!"
She sighed and smiled to herself, and searched the crowds for a familiar face. Lily
grinned after she spotted her butler, Tony. He too had seen her and was on his
way over.
"Madam, it's wonderful to see you. I trust you had a good time as always at
your school." He said formally.
"Oh stop talking like that, have you been watching those cheesy American
movies with the fake butlers again?" Lily laughed, "School was fine not that you
ask, and it is wonderful to see you too, but why aren't Mom and Dad here? What
about Petunia?"
"Oh fine, but I felt more butler-ey that way, and your Mom and Dad have gone
with Petunia to meet Vernon. They said it was urgent, and they had a surprise for
you when you returned." Replied Tony in a more relaxed tone.
"Butler-ey, eh?" asked Lily with an upraised eyebrow.
"Yes, butler-ey. We do have our own right to suffixes or is that too much to
expect, oh Lily Great One, who knows nothing about the likes of us poor
butlers?" he said gravely.
Lily laughed, Tony was more of a big brother than anything to Lily. He was
seven years older than Lily, and had come from Italy to work for the Evans at the
age of twelve. He had tan olive skin, and black floppy hair. His eyes were
chocolate brown and he had a thin Grecian nose. He had a nice smile, and
dimples. He was never believed to be Lily's butler and sought after by MANY
girls. For this reason, he was Remus' god.
Lily looked out the window of the black Mercedes and watched the familiar
scene of green pastures go by. She let a small sigh escape, and immediately hoped
Tony hadn't heard.
"Something wrong, Lils?" he inquired.
What is he, super-sonic hearing man or something? Lily thought
"Well…", she paused.
"C'mon Lily, you can tell me. Don't you trust me, old buddy, old pal?" he
grinned.
"Of course, I do. Tony, what would you do, if someone acted like they wanted
to be friends, then made you fall in love with them, and then told you it was all a
joke?" she said warily.
"Whoa. That's a lot to take in. Let's see so they acted like they wanted me to be
friends, made me fall in love with them, and told me it was all a joke? Have I got
that so far?" he asked.
Lily nodded.
"Well, seems like all you had left to do was run me over with a Mac track. I'd
probably be so angry with that person, and want revenge. Yes, that's it I'd want
revenge. Not only would that be horrible, it would be a great blow to my ego. It
would really humiliate me. Does that answer your question?" he finished.
Lily nodded again, miserably.
The car screeched to a halt in front of a large mansion. A giant fountain was
standing in the middle of a figure 9 (a/n: if that's possible) form. The "stem" of
the nine led to the garages.
"Lily, welcome home." Tony smiled as he opened her door for her. Every time
Lily entered her house she felt as if seeing it for the first time, and the impact of
it's beauty would hit her hard. She walked inside and inhaled the familiar homey
smell of vanilla. She stood in the foyer for ten minutes just absorbing her
surroundings, putting it in the mental images she had stored in her mind, to keep
the image of her house fresh. She looked up and down the grand marble
staircases that descended from both sides, and the plush white carpet that covered
the ground at the bottom of it. She walked up the right hand stairs to her
bedroom.
She almost got lost; almost. As Lily walked into her room, her luggage and owl
had already been placed there. The room hadn't changed much, the walls were
splashed with a light purple, and there was more white carpeting on the ground. It
had two floors, and she slept on the top. She slowly trudged to her bed, and fell
into a long sleep.
"Lily?", a hand was placed on her back. She had been sleeping for a good 3
hours.
Lily turned over to see the beautiful face of Mrs. Evans staring at her with
worried eyes. Young and ravishing just as her daughter, with graceful motions
and a cloud of dignity always surrounding her, Mrs. Evans was the epitome of
perfection.
"Are you okay, honey?" she asked concerned, " You don't usually fall asleep
mid-day."
"I'm fine, Mom. Just tired, but I feel better now." Lily replied
"Well then freshen up and come downstairs, we have a surprise for you."
Lily obeyed.
Downstairs there were tons and tons of gifts waiting to be opened. Most were
clothes sent from aunts and uncles to welcome her home from a tedious school
year. Lily thanked her parents politely, and wrote a mental note to herself to write
thank you notes to all of the relatives. Amidst all the gifts, Lily still felt as if
something was missing. Almost immediately she realized what was not there,
"Where's Petty, Mom?" she asked.
"Right here," answered a voice from the doorway. Lily turned around and saw
here sister standing in the doorframe. She got up and ran to give Petunia a hug.
Petunia was not conventionally pretty. She had thin hair, a long neck, small eyes,
and thin lips, but the whole effect together was nice. She had her mother's grace
and a smile that could charm anyone. She was everything Lily aspired to be
herself.
"So Lils, How's your year been?" Petunia asked. Lily sighed; this could take a
while.
" LILY! How could you do that to someone? I really had thought you were a
better person than that!" Petunia cried. Lily cringed at Petunia's reproachful look.
"But Petty, you had to see the arrogance on his stupid face. Who did he think
he was? Nobody has the right to judge ME," Lily defended.
"But Petty, nothing! You are an Evans; we handle things with class and dignity,
and the behavior you have shown is nothing even close to that. You WILL
apologize to James, you WILL do everything possible to make it up to him, and if
there is no way to make it up to him, you will spend the rest of your year at
Hogwarts being miserable. Do I make myself clear?" said Petunia with a stern
tone.
"Yes ma'am", Lily replied. Regardless of the fact that Petunia was Lily' s older
sister and really had no authority whatsoever, Lily respected Petunia more than
her parents. She would do anything just to make Petunia happy, even if it meant
sacrificing her own values. The rest of the summer went by rather quickly. Lily
spent lots of time with Patrick, Remus, and Sirius. She put on a happy façade but
through the summer the distant thought of returning to Hogwarts and fulfilling
her duty as an Evans was looming over her head.
James sighed to himself. Was he doing the right thing? Of course he was, if it
weren't for stupid Evans he wouldn't even be questioning himself right now. He
sighed and got off the treadmill. He had been in his weight room all summer,
determined to improve himself. James had a plan, one he had seen in many
movies, one that had always worked for the girl, why wouldn't it work for a guy?
He smiled to himself, and went to go shower and clean up for lunch.