Lily munched on an apple that had appeared out of nowhere and decided she might as well start at the beginning. Taking a breath she began.
"My first memory is of the smell of shit and weed. Not the kind of weed that grows in your mothers garden but the kind idiots smoke. I was about four at the time and I remember seeing my mother and some faceless john fucking on the sofa.
Mother had just hit me because I had been crying from hunger and I had retreated to a dank corner in the murky room. There were screams down the hall and the sounds of my mother's moans and groans.
I was starving, and I had forgotten when the last time I had eaten was. My mother finished her 'job' a little while later and took the money, told me to stay there, and left. She came back two hours later, drunk and high, all money spent.
So if I wanted to live to see the next day I had to go and find some money. I wandered the streets begging since that was all I knew to do. I was able to collect a good amount and get myself some food.
When I came home my mother had just finished her hangover and had seen that I had eaten. She smacked me and yelled at me because I hadn't brought her the money. That was how it went for about two years.
I begged for food, and later learned to pick pockets, then came home to find my mother with another faceless john, out cold, or finishing a hangover. But that was paradise compared to what my mother did to me to get money for drugs.
At six I was a pretty girl considering where I had grown up at and some of her 'employers' had noticed me and had started grouping. I had smacked them away until they left but my mother noticed.
She made some offers that some perverts like. They get to fuck the kid or do a three-way for double her normal price. I lost my virginity though that little money making scheme two days after I turned six.
There was nothing I could do and this continued for about two years. Then on one particular job I got furious because my mother was sitting, rocking in the corner with a beer bottle, while I got raped.
Power I hadn't known existed was flung free and the idiot on me was beheaded. I still have nightmares. My mother was shocked at first but she said it was natural since I was a pure blood.
At the time I had no idea what she meant but I soon learned how to harness that power but it wasn't easy. Then I turned nine and he came. At first I had deemed him another faceless john but he had power. Lots of power.
Him and my mother seemed to not be able to put out their little sexual flame. At the time he wasn't interested in me and I kept to the streets, stealing, learning the art of survival, hell just keeping away from that wrenched building. Then I met him.
At first I was wary since he was kind of foreboding but he too was trying to survive so we bonded. He found out about my magic and is seemed his was equally strong. We found the blood bond and found the connection.
My mother was the exiled sister of his mother but our blood was strong with Slythrin power. He was recruiting people to fight against the Ministry of Magic and the rest of the do gooders.
I had asked and he taught me all he knew of the magical world. I had met a man a few years ago named Moody who too had recognized my power and had asked if he could help me control it.
I then trained with him to help me control it even though him and my cousin were enemies. Two years past in this fashion and no one touched me unless I deemed it. My mother had pretty much forgotten about me unless her and her husband needed money.
Then I got my letter from Hogwarts stating I was to come here. By then we had established a bond so strong that we could communicate telepathically at will. He disguised himself and took me to get my things.
But something happened before I went. My stepfather had gotten fed up with my mother sexual wise but I was fair game. He had some sorts of obsession with her and I was the key. He found me one day giving money to my mother and he raped me.
This was worse than all the other times because he used a dagger because he was too small to do the job. In all of my life I have never experienced pain like that nor do I think I ever will. He beat me while doing it then left me to go to my mother.
I was able to drag myself out of the room and down onto the street where my cousin found me. He was furious but he took me someplace safe and took care of me. Then he went and murdered my mother and stepfather.
Funny thing was it turned out that my stepfather was his own father that had escaped him years ago. I stayed with him for two years until my third year. Then things started getting freaky with my cousin.
He had been dabbling in dark magic and had developed another side. An evil side that didn't give a damn. I moved out into my own apartment and visited him when I felt him sane. One time when I saw him something happened.
I have Seer blood in my veins from my father, whomever he was, and it awakened for some reason. It showed my death. I found that my death would be by my cousin's hand, as will my soul mates.
We were doomed to fight until that final day since I am the only one who will ever match him in power. We kept away then, talking when he was sane, me blocking him when he wasn't. Just recently he has decided that it is time we begin to duel.
I block our telepathic path so that he cannot see things that would be of use to him and vice versa. We will duel this way until I die and then some. There is nothing I can do and even with my Seer blood I cannot see whom will defeat him."
Lily closed her eyes for a moment and looked into James'. Hiding his horror he asked a single question, "who is your cousin?" Lily gulped and knew he had to know, "Tom Marvolo Riddle. Also known as Lord Voldermort."
She watched as horror and fear fled into his eyes and Lily stood. "Now you know and can do with the information as you wish." She wouldn't show him her tears. That was one thing pride wouldn't let her do.
She started to go to the kitchen but a hand on her wrist stopped her. She turned back to James, "Lily…"
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