Important Note:
Chapter One and Two have been revised and posted.

Chapter One: Uncluttered. And added to, a bit.

Chapter Two: Posted yesterday. Much bigger than the original one. Greatly revised and expanded.

Chapter Three: Felt like posting a bit of it, to justify this Important Note. So, a small piece, is probably subject to change, but will give you a bit of idea what this chapter will be about.

Rated: M

Author's Note: Title is subject to change.

Summery:
"This is a catalogue, a memoir, a detective piece, taking the perforated versions of a thousand narratives and building them up into a single story." – Harry Potter

Chapter Synopsis:
A few OC's, Lily manipulates, and Ministry is infiltrated.

Chapter Three (Teaser)
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Through the door came the buzz of the siren, and a stern lord voice, announcing, "All Units assemble…"

Lily stared at the cop. He had been watching her curiously, but now his seemed riveted to the broadcast. "…a mass shootout…" Did he have a gun? Perhaps, perhaps, but it didn't really matter if he couldn't use it.

Any second now.

The room was small, with strange circular window and a large comfortable bench hunched against the wall. Lily took a deep breath. Maybe there were other ways, but she had neither the time nor the inclination to devise them. Small doubts had been reciprocating in her mind, especially over her treatment of Mikeal, but she had banished them. This was neither the place nor the time. She was tired, and whatever she had devised, she would stick to it.

She heard the bang of the door against the wall. Then, a frantic voice, spoke swiftly and she could only hear snatches. "Oyi, Blake…Mass… killing…something… half units… black cloaks."

And her eyes snapped open. "Did you say 'Black Cloaks'?"

The informer turned a disgusted look towards her. "This bitch," he said, "sent us to an ambush. Captain says lock her up."

And Lily felt anxiety stir in her abdomen. Her jailer, 'Blake' muttered his affirmatives and the conversation continued, but Lily didn't attempt to overhear. She had not expected this. Hell, she hadn't planned for Mikeal going out to check her confession himself: the pain, she'd hoped, would be sufficient to keep him confined to the station. But he had gone and all the subtle directives she had attempted to force upon him during their conversation, had been rendered useless. All that energy wasted…

But then came the announcements, the slow emptying of the bobby house as people phoned and registered suspected, and suspicious parcels and peoples and places. Times were bad, Lily knew. There had been a lot of deaths, and the atmosphere was dank with paranoia. And the people who drank in this stench would save her: by phoning and complaining.

And slowly, as the minutes ticked by, the bobby house petered out.

She was a secret, she knew. They couldn't keep her, here. Not without evidence, which they didn't posses. She was a secret that only five people knew, and only two of them remained in the bobby house. And they stood in front of her, talking. It was a simple, simple plan.

And so she gathered her thoughts around her. It was easier to imagine it like a wave: visuals always facilitated the process of accumulation. She gathered her thoughts around her like a wave: a tall, loud, fierce wave. Her jumbled thoughts were swept up by the proverbial tide, higher and higher, the coherent notions crashing against each other and shattering down, into so many slivers, into so many pieces of nothingness. It rose, higher, higher, higher…

And Blake and the informer, watched as her body trembled.

There were no thoughts, only a bundled, a confined wave straining…

She opened her eyes to two gazes staring curiously down at her. It was hard to think, or imagine. The notions were destroyed and enveloped by the wave before they could be adequately processed.

Them, she thought, them.

And as the wave swallowed and expanded further, she did what she had read about so many times. She let go. She acquiesced with the pressure.

And roaring and screaming, her consciousness expanded and struck the two men down. For the moment, they couldn't believe what had happened, and looked perplexed. But only the crest of the wave had crashed, the rest was…

The rest exploded against their mind. And they slumped to the ground, uncon-… no, she didn't check. She didn't want to know. She didn't dare to.

And Lily stumbled back onto the bench, her body sagging under fatigue and her eyes streaming with tears. It was time to leave, somehow.