A/N: would you believe it, I finished this on the very same day that I posted the last chapter! Yay. I was feeling very…. Creative that day. Now, some people have been emailing me from on here or w/e, and they want to know stuff about me, not just my stories. I'm just gonna say this. Go to , and search the screen name pinkietoe89 that's me, there's a bio and a pic. So, for those who asked, there's your answer:D Obviously I had to make you all wait a bit, so that you wouldn't be overwhelmed, I mean, I wanted to give you all enough time to review chapter four, so I'm posting it now, on Friday. Expect my next post to be on Tuesday of next week, I'm not exactly promising, but I should definitely have it out by then. Oh, yea, I didn't tell you all cuz I forgot, but my new goal for reviews (the previous goal being just to get one) is to get 500. I know that we can do it! Hehe. Well, I guess I will let you go on with the chapter now.
The truth isn't far behind me…
Chapter Five
The world never slows it's pace
Lily awoke with a smile on her face, which dissolved almost instantly when she heard smashing glass and shouts from down stairs. Instinctively, Lily grabbed her wand from her bedside table, and crept down the stairs. The shouts were coming from the kitchen, along with more bangs and smashes. Lily was so frightened that it took her a moment to recognize the voices. They belonged to her parents. She listened.
"You… you… I can't… you…" her mother's voice shook with anger that Lily didn't even know she possessed. "Get OUT! Out of my house. You… I can't believe that you would do this to me. To us. You know, your going to put your daughters through hell!"
"They already know." Her father's voice was full of sorrow, but he wasn't shouting.
Lily was wondering how her mother had found out, when, as though on cue, her mother started shouting exactly that.
"Oh, so you told your daughters, our daughters, but you made me find a note from the little bitch." Lily's eyes widened, surprised to hear such vulgar language from her mother.
"Audette, it's not like that, and you know it. Lily knew the instant she saw me, and Petunia well, she…" Her father mumbled what Lily already knew.
"WHAT? She saw you with your little… tramp?" her mother's voice exploded from the silence. "How dare you?"
Lily heard the striking of a match, then her father's voice.
"Audette, you gave up smoking years ago…"
"Oh, so now you're so concerned about me. Weren't so concerned when you weren't home were you?"
"Audette, it doesn't have to be like this…"
"Doesn't have to… Luke, would you listen to yourself? How did you expect it to be? Me to give you my blessing, after 22 years of marriage. When you have two daughters here at home. Did you expect me to just wave you off with a hot meal in your gut?"
"Look, I know I messed up. I'll have my things out by tomorrow."
"O.k. But what about the girls. You have to tell them, and I'd choose my words wisely if I were you, or you may never see them again."
Lily knew her mother had struck a nerve, and she shuddered as she heard her father's voice raise.
"Don't you dare threaten me, Audette. I'll see them any time I damn well please, in fact, I'm taking Lily with me."
"What? No you're not."
"Audette, if you try to stop me, I'll take you to court, and I'll get both of them. Besides, my family is more… quipped to fit Lily's… needs. You know that, and you can't be selfish with her."
The talking stopped, and Lily ran up the stairs just as her father walked out of the kitchen. She ran into her room, and just as she shut her door, there was a light tapping on it.
"Lily?"
"C-come in." Lily's voice wavered, and she realized that there were tears on her cheeks.
Her father stepped into the room.
"I guess you could hear us, huh." Her father noted the tears.
Lily bit her lip and nodded.
"Ah, I'm sorry you had to… so you heard that, I mean, you know that I would like you to live with me then…"
Lily nodded again.
"I'll not force you to go. It's your decision."
"Who's… you said down there, you said that your family is 'better equipped to handle Lily's needs'. What do you mean? You've always told us that you had no family, that you were raised by your grandmother, who passed away… So who is your family?"
Her father ran a hand over his face. "Lily, I think that I have some explaining to do. Erm, lets sit down. I'm going to tell you many things that I never did before. I'll only ask this: please don't interrupt me until I'm done. It's a bit long."
Lily walked over to her bed to sit next to her father as he began his tale.
"Forty years ago, in Ireland, a baby was born into a distinctive wizarding family. The baby was me, Luke Evans, born to Matilda and Frank Evans. I had seven brothers, and three sisters. I was the youngest. My parents were so proud to have me, since they had wanted to name all of their boys from the bible, Matthew, Isaiah, John, Timothy, Mark, Joshua, Joel and Luke. I was of course, Luke, which means: studious and organized, like the biblical Luke, who was a doctor. They loved me always, up until my eleventh birthday. They'd suspected before then that I wasn't magically inclined, but they couldn't be absolutely sure until my eleventh birthday to see if I got my letter from Hogwarts. I waited days on end, but the letter never came. It was then official, I was a squib. Mother, as much as she loved me, knew that I shouldn't be locked up in the house all the time, for it would only torment me to live near my magical family, so she sent me away to live with my Aunt and her muggle husband. I was raised with my muggle cousins, and I went to muggle schools, which is where I met your mother. We fell in love and got married. I never considered it before, but when we found out that you mother was pregnant, I thought about the prospect of the baby being a wizard, or witch as the case may be. Well, when we found out that it was twins, I decided that the odds were multiplying themselves, so I told your mother what I was. We decided not to tell you two ever, and then if you got Hogwarts letters, we'd act surprised, but if you didn't , that we would never tell you. Well, as you know on your eleventh birthday, you got a letter, and Petunia did not. We were in a spot then. We decided to still keep it secret, because Petunia was already devastated that you were a witch and she wasn't, we didn't want her to know that it was just as likely that she be made one. So, we sent you off and kept her here. Word got back to my parents, however that I had a daughter in Hogwarts, and they've wanted sorely to meet you since. Of course, if you lived with me, it would be in Ireland, near them, and you could see how it is to live like other children of your kind…. "
Lily blinked and stared at her father as he finished his story.
"Let me get this straight. You're a squib, and I've got magical grandparents, and uncles and aunts?"
"Well, yes and no. Over the years, all of my family has died, save for you, Petunia, and my parents. That's why they so sorely want to see you. After all, you are the last of the Magical Evans'."
Lily nodded slowly, as though she'd thought it over carefully.
"I do want to live with you. I've nothing here for me." Lily replied, like she'd always known she would. She loved her mother, but that didn't change the fact that she wanted to be with her father.
Mr. Evans nodded. "Well, I have to be out by tomorrow, and I'd say the sooner you come with, the better…"
"I'll be ready by the end of the week I suppose." She grinned. "I can't wait to meet the family I didn't even know I had."
"Yes, and they you. But, dear, are you sure you want to go. I mean, you do have Petunia here."
Lily laughed outright. "Have you been as blind as mother for the past five years? Petunia hates me, Dad, and nothing I do can change that. So of course I want to go with you."
"Right then." He stood and ruffled her hair. "I'd better go start packing, before your mother burns all my things!"
Lily smiled while her father walked out the door, then her stomach churned. So that was it. She was leaving her oblivious mother and spiteful sister. It seemed too easy. But what she was also leaving was her childhood memories. This house was her home. It would be hard to see it go. But it would be worth it to meet magical family members.
Lily walked up the long driveway to Anthony's house, mentally rehearsing what she would say to him when she go there. She smoothed her hair as she stepped up to ring the doorbell. The door swung open, and standing in the door way was a tall pretty girl with brown hair who Lily had never seen. The girl laughed as Anthony walked up behind her, grabbing at her waist.
Lily cleared her throat uneasily. Anthony looked up, surprised.
"Oh, Lily." He looked suddenly nervous. "This is Yvonne, my fiancée… Yvonne, this is Lily, a dear childhood friend."
Lily's jaw dropped. Fiancée? What was he playing at? Wasn't he snogging her on the couch just the day before?
"Fiancée?" She choked out, looking at him incredulously.
He nodded. "Yes, would you like to come in?"
Lily gave him an icy stare. "No, I don't think I will. You know, I just came by to tell you I'm moving, not that it really matters to you." She glared at him.
He squirmed the appropriate amount under her stare, while Yvonne just looked blankly around.
"um, Yvonne, why don't you go get the tea ready, I'll be right there." Anthony sent her off to the kitchen. "Listen Lils, I know that you probably thought that yesterday was something special, but it was just for old time's sake. You're a sweet girl, but I'm three years older than you. I hope that you're happy where ever you move."
Lily's eyes snapped. "Oh, that's o.k. Anthony. I mean, I'm sure that it'll be fine in Ireland." She felt the wind whipping around her in her fury. "There aren't any imbeciles like you!" When she said you, the door slammed in on his face, and she heard a satisfying crunch that was presumably his nose breaking.
It figured that this wouldn't turn out, it stood as a testimony of the dismal luck she'd always been dealt. But it was o.k., she'd never have to see him again.Dana and Olive,
Hi. I'm sorry not to write you back sooner, but a lot of things have come to pass this summer. I'll tell you all about it when I get there (yes, I'm getting to come!) next week. Don't send any more post here, I'm moving. I'll explain everything when I get a chance.
I love you guys!
Lily
Lily glanced over the note, then tied it to the leg of the owl sent to collect all forwarding addresses from her.
"Here. Take this to London, to Miss Olive B. Welch's house. There you are." She slipped two sickles and a knut in its leg pouch and it flew out the window.
She sighed and looked around her room at her bare room. It felt weird to know that she would never be able to just walk in here like always, and that she'd have to make some other room hers. Her mother hadn't taken the news too well, so she had taken to baking nonstop, and not talking to anyone. Petunia, on the other hand, was thrilled. Apparently her beau was the sort who hated anything unusual, and now that Lily was leaving, her life would be perfectly normal. Lily'd tried to explain that they would still be sisters, so she shouldn't lie to him, but her words fell on deaf ears.
"Are you ready to go dear?"
She jumped, she'd been so absorbed in thought that she hadn't seen her father walk in. She bit her lip uncertainly, and nodded.
"Look, I know that this is a big change, but I'm sure you will adjust magnificently dear. Your Mother is waiting for you in the kitchen. I'll be in the taxi cab waiting for you." He smiled quickly, and left.
Lily knew he wouldn't dare come into her mother's sight, as she'd taken to throwing sharp objects his way at every possible chance. Needless to say, when she walked into the kitchen, her mother twirled around with a small knife in her hand, but put it down immediately when she saw who was coming in.
"Lily." Her mother looked at her mournfully. "Lily, my Lily. Leaving." Her mother's voice cracked, and she wiped at her eyes.
For the past few days, she had been feeling this immense guilt and grievance when it came to her mother, but not anymore. She was sick of her mother doing this to her, as it was hard enough already.
"Mother, you've had all week to cry, that's over now." The words came out harder than she had planned, and her mother's eyes snapped up to look at her.
"You… ungrateful… I… your just like your father." Mrs. Evans turned swiftly to continue chopping vegetables on the counter.
"Oh, Mum, don't be like that now." Lily said softly, unable to believe that she was the more mature one in the conversation. "You know that I belong with my grandparents. It doesn't mean I love you any less… But I-"
"Just go, I can't take it anymore. You're leaving, and that's that. I've got Petunia to help me manage. You go on, your cab it waiting." Her mother didn't turn to look at her.
Lily clenched her jaw. "O.k. Mum. Bye then. I love you."
There was no reply. Lily bit her lip as tears slipped down her face, and she walked out of the front door quickly, and into the cab.
She cried into her father's shoulder, and turned back for one last glimpse of her fading childhood.
A/n: There it is. I hope that you liked it, as it has a bit more drama than before.
To my reviewers:
The-Very-Little-Turtle: Yea, Petunia's a snot, wonder if she gets it from her mum?… Anyways, thanks for your review!
Burning Lily: Well, hold that sweet lolz, he wasn't so sweet in the end, was he? Thanks for reviewing!
Fleury: Squish! Yaya! Lol, sorry… Well, Tony was a problem that took care of its self I suppose you could say.. (coughjerkcough) But thanks for reviewing, it makes me happy, and since you review both of my stories, then you'll be happy, because I updated both of them today! Hehe! Keep reviewing!
Amandinka: Hold on, its coming I promise. Lily and James will wind up together, eventually… I'm getting to it, I'm just taking my time is all! I hope that you can wait. Thanks for your review!
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