Forgot to say, I don't own the rights to the characters; they belong to J.K. Rowling. Otherwise I would be a very rich smug bastard. Anyway, on with the story.
Remus P.O.V.
After saying good bye to James, Remus and Peter Lily and I made our way through to the muggle side of Kings Cross Station. This was where I saw Lily's family for the first time. I along with the rest of the Marauders knew that Lily's sister, Petunia, rather disliked her due to her 'abnormality' however what none of us knew was the extent of it. At the station Petunia was covered from foot to toe; I assumed it was so no one would recognize her. When Lily did reach her father and sister I noticed that Petunia didn't even acknowledge her sister! I happened to stop studying Petunia when I noticed her father pull her into a hug which to me looked rather painful but what happened next was what surprised me most. Lily turned around, waved at me and smiled but the smile didn't reach her eyes as it normally did. Something was up and I was going to find out what. While I sat on the train which would take me I home I grew more concerned as the time went on. Could something be wrong with Lily that she didn't tell us about? Did something else happen between her and Petunia? All four of us Marauders remembered when Lily send home a letter to Petunia in her second year before her mother died; she received a letter from Petunia in which she officially declared her as no longer related. Her sister had disowned her! This was just because Lily was a witch! Mr. Evans was someone who I knew virtually nothing about. Lily never spoke much about her family and home life; this I partially believed to be because James and Sirius were pureblooded and didn't understand. Maybe she was trying to hide something? The train pulled into the train station where I could see my family and I decided that I would send Lily a letter to find out if she was in fact alright. Once again my parents welcomed me home with open arms but I could still sense their appreshion (spelling?) over my 'condition'; they never had accepted me being a werewolf. Arriving home I headed up to my room and began to pen a letter to Lily.
Dearest Lily Flower
How are you? My journey home was rather peaceful apart from the constant worry of you. At the train station I noticed your father's behavior and it has caused me to grow concerned. I don't mean to pry into your life but I just noticed your father's behavior and it has caused me to grow concerned. I don't mean to pry into your life but I just want to make sure that you are alright. I know you find the summers difficult due to Petunia's dislike to our kind but I do hope that she is treating you well. Please writ back so I know you're alright; I've told Hermes to wait for a reply.
Love Remus
Opening Hermes cage I tied the letter to him, told him to wait for a reply and opened the window so he could fly away. It was at this time that my mother called me down for dinner and my thoughts soon drifted away from Lily.
Lily's P.O.V.
As soon as I stepped through the door of 4 Privet Drive my hell began. My father shut the door quietly after smiling to the neighbors so they would believe everything was fine; he immediately began the 'punishment' for talking to Remus or maybe it was for the fact that I had friends. A quick backhand to the face knocked me to the floor which was closely followed by several kicks to my ribs and stomach; I felt as one of my ribs broke. The usual routine began where I would get the shit kicked out of me for several minutes before he would stop and order me to put my trunk in the basement so I couldn't complete any of my homework. This was one place where I out smarted him every yeah that I had returned from Hogwarts to him. I had duplicated my trunk; put all the items into the locket my mother gave me which had a permanent shrinking charm on it. The brilliant thing was I could also put my want inside it to keep it safe from my father wrath. So far I had been lucky because my father had never thought to check the duplicate trunk which was empty. If he had checked it only to discover it was empty then I most likely wouldn't survive the night. Pulling the trunk past him I made sire to that I portrayed I was having difficulty with it and he just smirked at me as usual.
To my surprise that evening I was treated better than usual. After putting my 'trunk' in the basement and witnessing my father lock the door I proceeded to make dinner, clean the house and sort out Petunia's room. Unfortunately this peace was not to last, it appeared that Remus had been concerned for my well being after seeing the events which took place at Kings Cross with my father. Hermes flew in through the kitchen window and landed on the dinner table in front of Petunia who proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs. My father reached for Hermes and ripped the letter viciously from him; I did notice that several of his feathers were pulled out in the process. Hermes flew into the air flying out of my fathers grip; Remus must have told him to wait for a reply. By this point my father rounded on me and charged forward "Fly home Hermes" I yelled before my fathers fist hit my face.
"What did you do?" Each word was mixed with another blow to my body. "This boy knows something!" What did you tell him?" Again his words were punctuated by another blow to my body. Remus was very good at picking up emotions and it was very hard to fool him; he must have placed together something that had him concerned. The blows soon became too much for me to handle and sweet unconsciousness took over my mind.
This is just a quick update. I discovered I have an allergy to pine nuts and that was a day spent at the doctor's office the day before I went away, that was horrible. I had a nice holiday in Auckland and there was actually sunny. I was rejected from a job I applied for, due to my age I think. I passed my photography boards with excellence; which is the highest level you can get. Then today my cat was really sick and he was getting ready to die but we took him to the vet and had him put to sleep because he was likely to have a heart attack. So I'm real sad about that because we've had him for 13 years.