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The Full Story.

"You know, you said you would give me the full story, but we got sidetracked here and there. Do you think we could go back to the basics so I've got everything figured out in my mind, and we can both come up with something constructive to work on?" Lily asked her daughter pointedly, still reeling from the news Dumbledore would leave Holly on the Dursleys doorstep when he had been there during the writing of her and James's wills; to find out he had just disregarded them so wantonly.…

"Well, to summarise, thanks to Snape, Voldemort learnt of the prophecy but only the first lines of it while Dumbledore kept the rest hidden; I don't know for sure what happened, but I reckon Dumbledore used the mind arts to lock Snape's knowledge of the prophecy away and it was enough for Voldemort to go after us, and the Longbottoms. Pettigrew betrayed us, and Voldemort got into the house and he killed you and dad before Dumbledore left me at the Dursleys," Holly said.

Lily closed her eyes. The relationship between herself and Petunia had always been tense, but that was mostly because Petunia blew everything she did out of proportion, making her seem like a saint or a 'perfect sister.' In truth, there were a number of things that Lily had never been able to do, but that didn't matter to Petunia. Lily had always tried to be there for her older sister, but Petunia had never wanted anything to do with her, 'the freak,' as she so eloquently put it.

Unsurprisingly when she discovered she was a witch, Petunia had become even worse. Lily would never forget how many times she discovered Petunia trying - and failing - to use her Hogwarts paraphernalia. Or hide it. Or destroy it. For someone who called her a freak, either behind her back or to her face, Petunia seemed to be determined to be a 'freak' too. She wondered how Vernon would react if he heard that.

The fires of jealousy were forever being stoked by her parents' pride in her as a witch and how Petunia kept trying to go through her things and take them, but what she would do with them Lily had no idea. As a result, she had been over the moon to move away from Cokeworth and get her own room. But as time passed she and Petunia had continued to drift apart. Lily had tried to stop it and she tried to be there, but the divide was too wide. In the end the lies and the rumours her petty sister had spread about her and the humiliating tricks Petunia had played on her had eventually caused Lily to lash out at Petunia, and in a way that was similar to how she had dismissed Severus after hearing him call her that filthy name, she cut Petunia out of her life.

Oh, their parents had tried to play peacemaker between them, but in Lily's eyes, it was just too late and truthfully she got the impression Petunia saw mum and dad's efforts to get them back together as sisters, was because they cared more for 'precious Lily,' more than they did her, so their efforts died before they began.

But Lily had been just as firm. It took her a white but she eventually made sure her parents understood they were wasting not just her time and Petunia's time, but theirs as well. In any case, Petunia had gone too far. She made it clear to her parents that Petunia had always been a petulant little bitch with delusions of grandeur. She had used that language. She believed she deserved more out of life but was totally incapable of putting in the work herself. But what made it worse was how Lily knew her sister had talents of her own, she just refused to even try.

But Petunia, always wanting to have the last word, would not let it go.

She went off on how Lily was so perfect, so good that even her own parents refused to accept her. But then she had used her secret weapon; she told them all that it was magic that destroyed their lives. But Lily had refuted that. She retaliated that Petunia had always been so jealous, so small-minded, so pathetic, so finite she refused to see she could be so much more, so much more. Hell, she even gave examples of the times Petunia had given up on something because she either didn't like it or because she felt it beneath her. She bluntly made it clear to her parents and Petunia that her older sister could become a playwright, a novelist, an artist, a businesswoman. Petunia wasn't entirely stupid, she just let her anger and bitterness cloud her judgement and her reality.

Petunia had not liked that. She blamed Lily for all of her problems. Lily hadn't been able to help herself; she had laughed. She had told her family she had more than enough problems as it was without dealing with someone who was so content throwing away her life to hook up with a thug who made drills for a living. She had to deal with a Dark Lord who was slowly and methodically twisting the minds of so many people. She had a trigger-happy boyfriend, and she had to sometimes deal with Severus's stalking habits. She didn't need to deal with Petunia's jealous streak as well.

Look at her now, a woman playing housewife, believing herself to be more special than she actually was, married to a bullying bigot who hated anything that was not white British and was so racist and prejudiced to everything he didn't understand, it was a match made in heaven.

But for Dumbledore to play God and dump her child, even if that same child had originally come from a parallel universe, it made her wonder if the old wizard even understood the concept of minding one's business. Apparently not, as the case appeared to be.

"What did they do to you?" Lily asked slowly and fearfully, knowing how much of a thug her brother in law was, and how much of a petty bitch Petunia was.

"Why do you want to know?" Holly was suspicious. Lily wasn't sure what upset her the most; the fact her daughter was asking, or the fact she was suspicious. She had gotten the feeling, despite the time she had spent here, this version of her daughter was an extremely closed-off individual. Considering what she had been through, Lily could hardly blame her, but it was depressing.

Lily bit her lip. "I want to know what they did to you, Holly. I need to know. Please."

Holly's reply was hesitant, and it came a few minutes later. By the climax of those moments, Lily had started to wonder if her daughter would even tell her what had happened.

"Open your mind, and I'll show you. It's easier that way," Holly said. Her request was hardly encouraging, but Lily did as she was told.

"Okay, give me a second," Lily took a deep breath and focused on her occlumency barriers. When she was finished she nodded, gently handing her daughter her wand, and with a bit of help she manoeuvred the wand tip towards her face while Holly held on.

In a flash the memories were poured into Lily's mind, showing every nasty moment her daughter had spent in Privet Drive. The memories, Lily noted, were sharpened and extremely clear thanks to Holly's own proficiency of the mind arts.

The look at her daughter's dark past made Lily yank her head away, so twisted and so horrifying, especially since it showed so much unnecessary hatred being aimed at an innocent child whose only crime was being born a witch and was just dumped on the doorstep of two magic hating bigots (Dudley didn't count; he had been brought into that toxic culture, and he simply grew with it) she just had to get out. But as she pulled away she thought she heard something fall to the ground but her mind was too shaken to properly make sense of it.

After a few minutes of pulling herself back together, Lily tried to make sense out of what she had just seen. She wasn't that skilled at legilimency - in all honesty, she was rather wary of the art; the idea of someone poking around in other people's minds, it was worse than peeping toms - but she preferred occlumency, but she was relieved she had the skill and the ability to shut her emotions away while she looked over the memories.

She realised that she had broken the connection before Holly had passed on the whole lot to her, but she wasn't particularly sorry; this was her daughter, and yet she was seeing her being raised by the last people who should ever have children with. Lily didn't even realise she had pulled herself so far away from Holly until she brushed against the wall of the nursery, but when she did she sank slowly to the ground and held her head as she saw the sheer scale of abuse heaped on Holly's shoulders by the Dursleys.

After a few more moments, she was able to see it all clearly in her mind, even if she truly did not want to. The abuse had started small scale at first, with Holly being given lukewarm water instead of warm milk, and Dudley had seen the other baby as a threat, and he had thrown her food bowls to the ground - Lily had no doubt in her mind both Petunia and Vernon had known what Dudley had done, and they used the spillages to not only punish Holly, but they also starved her. It was a miracle she hadn't died of malnutrition.

But seeing the things Petunia and Vernon forced her to do while mentally abusing her and lying to her, saying to her that she was an unwanted burden, that her parents were the worst scum in the world while beating her at the same time… She should have expected it, really, and she had to clamp down on the urge to storm over to his sister's little house and burn it and the Dursleys within. But that was not going to do any good, and after what she had just seen in her mind she had to look after Holly. It was the least she could do after being forced to remain here in Britain.

Lily took a deep breath and tried to make sense of what she had just seen. In her mind's eye, Lily could see to her horror and her outrage, watching from her daughter's point of view as she grew older, and she was forced to do everything in that house from the cleaning, the cooking, the gardening.

All to earn her own keep, as her sister and her bastard husband put it.

And all that time, Holly's hatred for the Dursleys rose. Lily didn't blame her, although it frightened her when she saw just how powerful her daughter's capacity for hatred was, but what stunned her the most was how come Holly hadn't escaped.

And then it came to her. It came to her thanks to her shaken occlumency, shaken by the passing of memories from Holly, but in her mind's eye, she watched as Holly tried, and failed to escape. But she wasn't stopped by some well-meaning if incredibly thickheaded muggle, but by Dumbledore, or one of his more obedient Order members whenever the old wizard was either too busy to do it himself, or he wasn't in the country.

But, for her, one of the worst instances came when Vernon and Petunia tried to dump Holly on top of a bonfire pyre. Her daughter narrowly survived being burnt primarily to Holly's magic reacting with a flame-freezing charm, but Dumbledore quickly stepped in and mitigated it, although Holly's memory was fairly blurred. Clearly, the girl had been so traumatised by the whole act she hadn't even bothered to look deeply into it.

The sight of her sister and her pig of a husband putting a child on a bonfire because some old fool saw nothing wrong with playing God with people's lives made her furious, but what Dumbledore did made her hate the man. What she saw in her mind only deepened that hatred.

Lily watched as the people she had worked with in the past just clucked their tongues, ignored the little girl's fear, and dragged her back, obliviating her memories as they went. And all the time the abuse went on. The memories of the obliviations were so clear as they unfolded in her mind, but Lily guessed the blurry nature of their beginnings stemmed from the fact they had been wiped from Holly's mind before being recovered.

Lily squeezed her eyes shut to stop more tears from leaking out of her eyes, but it was hopeless. In her mind she watched as Vernon delightfully beat Holly, sometimes to death, but he was always stopped either by Petunia who didn't want him to go too far, or because Holly's own accidental magic reacted to the agony she was going through, but sometimes - and this was the worst part because she realised she had hoped, despite what she had been told, but a part of her had hoped even he would never be that cruel - Dumbledore himself would appear and put an end to it before he adjusted the memories of all concerned.

Dumbledore had known about the abuse the entire time, but he had left Holly to be battered down in body, mind, and spirit. As she watched as Holly dealt with the starvations, learning how to ration the food and water she was given, scraps from the Dursley's plates, but that was superseded when Holly discovered and mastered some of her magic, and she began stealing from the neighbours to survive. Lily watched as her daughter weighed up the morality of her dilemma, but another phase of her bastard brother-in-law's starvation solved the matter for her. Suddenly Holly was getting more food in one day than she'd ever had in two years.

Lily had thought she had seen the worst of what her sister and her brute of a husband had done, but she was wrong, and when she realised that, she felt physically sick when she came across something that she instinctively knew were not a part of Holly's mind, but Petunia's. At first Lily wanted nothing to do with it. But her curiosity made her have a look at it.

It was a thread of thought from Petunia, and she saw the glimmer of the memory attached to it. Holly, apparently when she was in her late teens, had returned to the Dursleys to get some form of revenge on them. Lily didn't blame her in the slightest although she had expected the girl to leave them be since Holly had given her the impression she cared more about the future than some petty desire for revenge. But the desire was there, and she had given in to the urge.

It had happened shortly after Voldemort's death before the war against the muggles began. She watched in horror as her magically powerful daughter attacked the Dursleys, cursing Dudley with a terrible curse that would stop him from ever having children. She didn't want another Dursley in the world, and after what she had seen perhaps that would be a godsend. But she had raped Petunia's mind, wanting to know why her aunt hated her so much, in a way even worse than Vernon.

What she saw was horrifying.

She had always known Petunia's bitterness and anger was worse than whatever Vernon could do at his worst, and now she had proof of it. Petunia had never forgiven her for anything, but in the other reality, when she saw Holly on the doorstep after Dumbledore's show of playing god, Petunia had taken the girl in, not to protect her, not to love her, but to get her revenge on Lily through Holly.

Like her husband, Petunia wanted to try to get Holly to somehow become a muggle. She found a sick article showing how monks took in and emotionally and physically abused a young girl who could apparently hear 'voices' or see ghosts, second sight or something like that. But the years of abuse had taken their toll, and the girl eventually stopped.

Lily could see and understand the sick logic Petunia and Vernon had adopted, but while Vernon was more than happy to beat Holly up and put her in a bodybag if he could although his fear of magic and Dumbledore's wrath kept him in check, Petunia wanted to get a more perfect revenge on her 'perfect sister' by denying Holly any kind of higher education and making her into a drug addict, and a whore. It didn't matter to her if Holly was an innocent child or not, all Petunia wanted was revenge.

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As she used the bars of the cot to keep her balance, Holly watched her mother thoughtfully and she wondered just how much she had assimilated already. She hadn't really planned on giving her mother too much, but more than enough for Lily to see what she had gone through at Number 4, but at the same time she had also made sure to add the sick reason Petunia had wanted to abuse her with.

Holly hadn't originally planned on returning to Privet Drive, but before the muggle war, after she had gotten some of her masteries in other subjects around the world before the entire planet became a battleground, she had wanted to finally get some answers about their motives. Storming into the Dursley house, Holly had gotten her answers. For the first time ever Holly discovered and understood why they had abused her, but she hadn't originally planned on attacking them. Holly had long since decided the Dursleys were not worth it.

Maybe when she was young, perhaps when she was 11 years old, she might have wanted to attack the Dursleys and make them pay, but the Statute of Limitations and the fact the magical world would know if she cast a spell had been a delay so she put off those thoughts of revenge. And then she had discovered Voldemort's past, but by the end of her second year, Holly had begun growing up and seeing the Dursleys were simply not worth her time. They'd failed completely to stop her from attending Hogwarts, and she had no intention of letting the muggles get her down. But the curiosity had remained and so she had gone around to Privet Drive. When she had looked into their sorry excuses for minds, well Holly had gotten her revenge.

When she saw Vernon's idea of beating her soundly until she died, she had been angry enough, but the fact the thug still thought it was a viable option and that he would do it again, maybe kidnapping one of the muggle-born kids who came out of Platform Nine and Three Quarters and breaking their spirit, in a heartbeat had earned him a round of torture beyond all imagination. She wasn't going to let a muggle like him do something like that, not to anyone, but luckily he hadn't.

But the discovery he had raised his fists at her came from some sick article about a band of monks abusing a young woman who had second sight or something like that (Holly did not know if she was a witch or not, but it made no difference anymore) and thinking the same treatment would cause her to lose her magic…

Somehow Holly wasn't surprised they had based their strategy to turn her into a muggle on something so obscure as a shaky article in some magazine that published it, unaware and totally ignorant of the kind of nutcases who'd believed the rubbish they printed. Holly wondered how many more people had looked at the article, realised they had a weirdo relative and believed it was the perfect way of dealing with them after becoming tired of their behaviour year after year. But it was still unjustified. It was just like the Dursleys to find the most illogical means at their disposal to justify their actions. But Vernon's mindset was nothing compared to Petunia's. Like her husband, she had believed in the logic of the article, but unlike Vernon, she had thought of a more subtle and more terrible way of getting 'revenge' on her sister.

Petunia had never planned on telling her about her heritage, wanting to keep Holly so downtrodden and miserable that Holly would never ever get up. Petunia's scheme would never have ended there. She had planned on kicking Holly out before secondary school, forcing her to fend for herself, the filthy muggle hoping she would die in misery. She'd wanted to do that because of her desire to get revenge on Lily, who was magical, something denied Petunia. The baby was a freak, dumped on her doorstep. Petunia had not only wanted to get her normal she wanted Holly to become a miserable, homeless, brainless junkie whore, similar to the lies she kept telling people Lily was.

She did not know about Dumbledore's plans, of course, but that meant nothing to her. To Petunia, the wizarding world was something that didn't exist, but what Holly found disgusting about her muggle bitch of an aunt was how much of a hypocrite, she wanted the type of powers Holly and her mother was gifted with, but did she even try to become something more?

Of course not.

Holly wondered if her mother had seen what she had done to the Dursleys after she'd gone through their memories just to get some decent answers without having to deal with their fucked up beliefs.

Once she had seen what her aunt had planned for her, Holly had hit the roof. Petunia had been terrified, especially since she had seen the memories unfolding in her mind as her witch niece had gone through them. She had dropped her occlumency barriers and she had finally taught the Dursleys who and what she was. She had put all three of them under the Cruciatus curse, casting wards to prevent anyone from interfering, and she had broken all of the bones in Vernon's legs and before shattering his hands before he could attack her, and once she was finished the adult Dursleys were only just conscious before she turned to Dudley. Ignoring his pleas, Holly had ensured he could never have children; the Dursleys were a fucked up, toxic family and no child deserved to be alive in such an environment.

Lily sniffled, and she lifted her head to stare at her. "How did you survive through all of that?" She whispered in such a lost, heartbroken way.

Holly baby gabbled. She could not tell her mother how she had coped. Lily, realising the legilimency probe was broken, got up, picked up her wand and reapplied the spell.

"I almost didn't. It was my accidental magic that kept me alive, but there were times I honestly thought Vernon would kill me," Holly said to her mother in her mind at last.

Lily had to resist the urge again to kill Vernon. She had always hated the fat pig, now she had even more reasons to believe he was a thug. "I'm surprised you didn't do that to them sooner," she said, referring to the torture session she had witnessed.

"What? I don't understand?"

Lily narrowed her eyes. She had seen enough of Holly's memories to know how her daughter had become sneaky, so she wondered now if her daughter knew full well what she was saying, or if she was toying with her. "Torturing the Dursleys, of course."

"It was tempting when I first discovered the magical world. Yeah, Hagrid had to drag me away from the books in Flourish & Blotts with nasty curses, and they were among the first spells I looked up when I finally went to the school, but in truth, I had known for a while the Dursleys were nothing compared to what was out there, waiting for me. But I lied to Hagrid; I had known about the magical world, and Dumbledore when I was just 9. It was so easy to trick Hagrid when he arrived to pick me up, but I had known about magic since I was 9, and it had given me enough time to make plans. I was preparing to run away from them when they went away on holiday, leaving me with Arabella Figg. While I was there, I came across a number of letters written between Figg and Dumbledore, and there was enough detail there for me to see what was going on; Dumbledore had left me at the Dursleys and he and some of his associates had been wiping my memories of trying to escape, and when I went to Hogwarts, Dumbledore would put in place a number of plans, once of which was where what House I would be in, regardless of my personality. Some of the letters even mentioned Voldemort, and while I didn't understand who Voldemort was at first, I knew he was another enemy. To make things worse, I found out Dumbledore was making sure I was fed potions to inhibit my natural intelligence. I realised I couldn't leave Privet Drive since there were tracking spells on my body, and I didn't have the knowledge or a wand to get rid of them at the time," Holly explained.

Lily was so angry she was having problems working out what to even think about first. "Dumbledore was wiping your memories? Just for escaping? He was having you fed potions to make you into a pawn?! He wanted you to be abused?!" She honestly didn't know why she was so shocked after what she had just discovered, after what she had just seen, but the horrifying revelations were coming in so fast that Lily was having trouble concentrating.

"He wiped my memories over 40 times when I was 7. The only reason I discovered that number and the others were when I mastered the mind-arts. But when I read those letters, I realised Dumbledore and Voldemort were the problems. The Dursleys were nothing compared to two powerful wizards, both of whom wanted me dead or in misery. When I realised that, I began making notes about what I needed to do. Find a way to restore my memories, become strong enough to fight both wizards, discover a means to escape and let them fight it out, and more importantly, learn enough about the magical world so something similar never happened again. When Hagrid came to me, I had put on a little bit of a show when the first Hogwarts letter arrived at Number 4; instead of opening the letter in private, I opted to show them the letter, and they ended up going on a wild goose chase. I only did that to fool Dumbledore into thinking everything was status quo, but Hagrid was so easy to fool it was almost a sin. Once Hagrid left me alone, I was finally able to get some of the answers I wanted and I went back to Gringotts. Thanks to the goblins' advice, I learnt about the mind-arts and they also removed the blocks on my magic, and they also gave me the means to stop more potions from being fed to me. That was perhaps one of the scarier parts of the whole thing, and I was forced to steal food from other people while finding ways of getting rid of the potions to make it look like I was none the wiser," Holly told her mother.

Lily by now had more names to add to the hit list to get rid of. The more she heard, the more horrified she was becoming that Holly was being set up as a pawn in a war that shouldn't even be her problem, to begin with!

"When my first year came, I went into Ravenclaw when I recognised Dumbledore was deliberately trying to stop me going into Slytherin. He had Hagrid and a few other people telling me Slytherin was evil, although much of their actions pointed to that being true, I didn't want to go into Gryffindor or Hufflepuff since I knew I wasn't mindlessly brave or reckless, and I had never been truly close to anyone to be loyal to anyone I met, so Hufflepuff was out. In the time I tried to strengthen my brain to prevent any more potion poisoning, I became smart enough to go into Ravenclaw. Many people didn't like that.

"I was the Girl Who Lived. A hero. The baby girl who killed You-Know-Who," there was sheer bitterness in Holly's voice, "I was destined to go into Gryffindor because that was where everyone believed I was going to go. I shattered many of their beliefs. Another was that I was like Dumbledore, forgiving to the point of blindness. Whenever someone annoyed or attacked me, I hexed them so badly they were barely able to walk. And in my first year, I found out Dumbledore had hidden the Philosopher's Stone, an alchemist's dream which can not only transform metals into gold but provide the elixir of life for long-life, to bait Voldemort. He had been blasted out of his body, but he survived as a wraith barely holding onto life by threads. The Stone would have helped him rebuild his body. And Dumbledore planted it in a school as bait, to test me."

Lily's voice was low. "Did you go after it?"

"Go after it? Mum, I stole the Philosopher's Stone. Dumbledore had fascinated me with his talk about not going anywhere near the third-floor corridor, saying if nobody wanted to die a most painful death. It only took a few more clues from Hagrid before I learnt about Nicholas Flamel, and I learnt the Stone was inside the school. I couldn't believe it. Something so powerful was in the castle, but I only realised it was a test later on. I got my hands on the Stone and I sent it to Gringotts."

By now Lily had started to see Dumbledore's actions were all a part of a long-term plan. She wondered if the loss of the Stone had hindered Dumbledore, or helped him. But she wondered to herself if things had been truly different and Holly hadn't known about the magical world and Dumbledore's actions beforehand if she would have recklessly gone after it at all.

For the next hour, Holly gave Lily a rundown on what happened in her life; the Chamber of Secrets mess in her second year where she spent it being ostracised because of her parseltongue abilities (Lily was surprised and even horrified by what the students did to her, how the teachers did nothing, but she quickly realised nothing had changed; Dumbledore and his cronies who were called teachers had done nothing during the first rise of Voldemort, hell they usually blamed the muggle-borns for most of it, making Lily suspect them of being Death Eaters themselves, without the mark), to the fight with the Basilisk; Third Year with the escape of Sirius Black, whom everyone believed was a Death Eater who'd sold the Potters out; the fourth year where Holly was forced into the Triwizard Tournament and used as bait for the person responsible where other methods could have been used, but Dumbledore had wanted to use her to bring Voldemort back.

Words could not fail to describe the rage Lily felt. She had been having doubts and second thoughts about Dumbledore for a long time now, and hearing how he had manipulated the Tournament to ensure her daughter from another universe participated, just to bring that monster back… but what angered her was how so many people believed Holly had cheated her way into the Tournament until she proved she hadn't done it…. The worst of it was Holly shouldn't have been in that situation at all.

Why was Dumbledore playing these games instead of taking things seriously and to the point?

It was a long rendition, a long detailing of the Wizarding World's time with Voldemort around again before the Dark Lord died before the war with the muggles began. Lily listened in horror and anger when she heard how Dumbledore had played his games before the end, how he had not really taken the war seriously and spent most of his time obsessing over his precious weapon, and Lily cheered when Holly told her how she had killed Voldemort, not in some grand battle and how she had gotten away from the magical world.

But the war with the muggles was even worse. Not only were the wizards forced to confront the muggles whom they had long discounted as filthy, mindless animals, but they had to fight a war that took them by surprise. Lily listened to the story with total horror as she heard how the American wizards exterminated every single muggle in the country after a savage attack, but when she heard how the wizards in Asia banded together and practically destroyed their own continent…. Well, she was given a reality check about how harsh the wizarding world could be.

By the time Holly was finished telling her mother while showing her memories at the same time and finished with the ritual she had used to travel back in time, Lily was pale and shaking with horror, rage, and pity.

"H-How did this happen?" Lily's voice was a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how did so much pain and grief happen? How did the wizarding world ignore the muggles until it was too late?" Lily tried to clarify, but the moment the question was out of her mouth, she realised she hadn't asked the right question at all. But fortunately, she and her baby were connected.

"That's easy, mum; the wizarding world has been stagnating for decades, so sure of their superiority and their beliefs they are the only people on Earth that matter. Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, Arthur Weasley… deep down they are all blood supremacists, especially Arthur Weasley. He sees the muggles as pets, harmless animals; if he was really interested in them as he is portrayed to be, then he would have made a better effort to learn more about them. But he isn't. He believes in magical superiority while Fudge disregarded everything muggle as beneath him. Dumbledore is a blood bigot of a more subtle nature. In Hogwarts, he portrayed himself as a grandfatherly like character, but he let bullying get out of hand while he handed out second chances to everyone, but the truth is he didn't want the magical world to progress to a point beyond the year he was born. Dumbledore has been going out of his way for years to keep muggle-borns like yourself from advancing too far because he knows you have the drive to make changes to his precious regime. And he can't have that."

Lily looked down. She didn't argue, protest, or say anything to defend Dumbledore because she knew it was true. Memories of every single time a Junior Death Eater attacked a muggle-born, only for Dumbledore to make sure no actual punishment took place filled her mind, and she remembered the condescending way he spoke to people like her.

Holly was right. He was a blood bigot, but she had known that for a long time.

"And Vol-You-Know-Who?" Lily stumbled across the name, only just remembering the taboo before she spoke the rest of the name.

"That pathetic loser? Voldemort just wants power, he doesn't care about the blood supremacists, but he only chose them as a base to launch his path of murder and carnage because they were easy. The things he has done to become immortal has twisted his mind until power is the only thing he wants. He has mutilated himself to become immortal, at the cost of his sanity. He has lied to himself over and over again just as he has done to his idiot followers, who don't realise how dangerous muggles are, and are truly ignorant of what they can do; nuclear weapons, satellites in space, viruses. Voldemort wants to become the greatest wizard in the world, but there is only one realistic way he can do that. Mum, if you wanted to become immortal and the greatest wizard in the world, and you were a psychopath, how would you do it? Think of it as a thought experiment."

Lily frowned for a moment, inwardly she perked up. One of her greatest hobbies was carrying out little thought experiments, unfortunately, she hadn't had many chances recently so she was up for the challenge. After a few moments of thought, Lily realised where Holly was going with this.

"He wants to kill everyone on Earth?" She whispered in horror.

Dumbledore often talked about how people like the Death Eaters could be redeemed, hell he would likely try to do the same thing with Voldemort given half the chance, but Lily felt sick at the notion now she knew what Voldemort planned to do.

"Yes. He does. I showed you the memory of Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets, mum. He said it himself, how he wanted to become the Greatest Sorcerer in the world. But he wants to take that title with force, and there is only one way he can keep that title, by massacring everyone on Earth so then nobody would ever threaten him again. It's a law of nature; there's always something better. In the sea, a barracuda can be threatened by a shark, and a shark could be attacked by a giant squid, and the squid can be eaten by a Sperm Whale. On land, a tiger can kill a crocodile, only to be killed by a human. Voldemort knows that, and that's why he is prepared to slaughter everyone he finds. He's lied to that sick cult of his for years, telling them what they want to hear while he proves his hypocrisy by killing the people he would be getting on his side if he even believes. Ultimately Voldemort, Fudge, and Dumbledore are the reasons why the world fell. I came back in time to stop that from happening. My original plan was to travel back as I was, as an adult, and make changes from there, but I wanted to see how this reality differed and there was one way I could see it; through the eyes of a child. I came back in time to change history by killing Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Fudge."