Familial History
Thomasina was ten when she asked after her parents.
Who were they? Had they been wizards? What had happened to them?
Sebastien sipped his tea, silent. Thomasina waited.
"Truthfully, Thoma, all I know are their names."
Sinclair Bawden and Lilwen Lazarus.
Other than that, he couldn't find anything about them.
"Not that I've looked particularly hard, mind you."
His investigation had been superficial. He had wanted an heir, so he'd gone and found one - one who had no ties.
The truth left Thomasina cold.
She wanted to hate Sebastien, but she didn't.
She would simply find her parents herself.
Patronage
Dorea had never consorted with muggles. Thinking about it offended her. Yet she and Charlus were planning on becoming intimately involved in the life of a muggleborn witch.
An astounding change of heart.
They had raised a clever witch. Dorea loved riling up her traditional family. Charlus enjoyed showing up his brother.
Severus had been visibly stunned when they'd announced their plans over dinner. His small, pleased smile, shared with Lilith, had warmed Dorea's heart.
A request for the proper forms was sent. The Prophet would know of their interest almost immediately.
The pair awaited the morning's paper with glee.
Nightmare
Thomasina's 11th birthday brought fresh snow, her Hogwarts acceptance letter, and unsettling nightmares.
There was no other way to describe them. They were not simply dreams.
Asleep, she saw death, caused it, reveled in it. She brutal acts of violence and torture.
The raw glee and delight wrought from these acts left her physically ill in the morning.
Her journal was her sole confidant. Fear kept her from confessing to Sebastien. Guilt threatened to consume her as he worried over her health.
More alone than ever, Thomasina wished she had never left the orphanage.
Magic was not worth this torture.
Memories
He was now she. She had been he.
Lilith remembered. It had been terrifying and painful. Her head had felt so full. She'd taken ill, allowing Mipsy to coddle her.
A certain witch would have been infuriated with her.
Lilith struggled under the weight of her (his?) memories. What was she to do now that remembered a past that hadn't occurred? Harry would have jumped into action immediately, but Lilith wasn't Harry. (Wasn't she?)
She poured her soul onto the pages of her journal, transcribing confusing memories and incoherent thoughts.
She wanted to be comprehensible when she informed her parents.
First Contact
The Evans parents discovered magic on a Thursday evening.
Briar and Joseph were immediately taken with Sebastien. He was calm as he informed them, not just of magic and the magical world, but of their youngest daughter's place in it. The pair were stunned when Lily admitted to knowing about magic - her magic - already.
With Sebastien distracting her parents, Severus was able to monopolize all of Lily's attention. He was ecstatic to see her again. Lily shared his enthusiasm. Despite their letters, it just wasn't the same.
Petunia sat, forgotten, on the sofa beside her parents.
Her chest burned lightly.