Chapter 2- Found, Still Lost

"You have him? Good. You three take good care of him, or else." Or else, so help me god, I swear on my sister's tomb that you will never see the light of day again, was left hanging in the air. Lilithia Evans-Nightly was surely not one to be messed with when it came to family. Her emotionless face and intimidating sapphire eyes scared even the toughest of leaders, let alone the tiny wimps that claimed to be.

"Of course, he's always been like family. You of all people should know that! He was like my little brother." Jimmy defended himself, whispering harshly. This woman is going to drive me insane with her paranoia, one day!

Lilithia's voice faltered as she answered. "O- of course. How silly of me!" She wiped away a fake tear, her face contorted in anger. "I mean, it's just that Evansworthy bastard that has been after Lily for years! You think that he won't go after Harry, just as his father went for Lily?"

"His name is Sebastian." Jimmy seethed. Why was he defending him? They were hardly friends, after all.

"I DO NOT CARE. Keep him away from the heir. Is. That. Clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good." She hung up.

AREWETHEWAITING

Lilithia sighed in resignation as she leaned into an overstuffed chair. She reached out to the desk before her and gently grabbed the picture frame than graced the corner of her late sister's worktable, blowing off the collected dust. In the picture were two girls and one boy, the boy being the eldest. He looked around 19, and had a goofy smile on his face, his black-turned-green hair tied back in a loose ponytail. The two girls stood on either side of the teenager, both around 14 or 13.

The taller of the two, who had black hair and sapphire blue eyes, was smirking slightly. There was a gleam of mischief in her eye that you could just tell said, 'I did it!' She had her arm around the boy's neck, her head leaning on his shoulder. The youngest of the group had a suppressed grin on her face, as if trying not to giggle insanely and look silly but failing miserably. Her long auburn hair was thrown over her shoulder, messy and wild, covering her emerald gaze a little. She had her arm hooked with the tall teen, leaning against his side.

A mascara stained tear fell down Lilithia's pale cheek, running down her neckline. She turned over the picture and read the inscribed words that were carved in to the picture frame, smiling through her tears when she saw what was written.

'Even in heaven, we'll give'em hell.'

Best friends for life, for eternity and beyond...
Lilithia Evans-Nightly Lily Adrienne Evans
Harrison Evans-Brinn

The photo was taken by their mother, on the day Lily was due to transfer to Hogwarts. It was a sad event, Harrison's three year old son had been sobbing hysterically, clinging to Lily's pant leg for dear life, and her mother's face had looked so pained. But of course, like anything, there was a humorous side. Who could go without seeing Voldemor tin a pink tutu?

FLASHBACK

The afternoon air around the Evans' property smelled sweet and joyful, contrasting perfectly to the moods of the Evans family. The usually happy faces were replaced by sad and pained expressions.

"Mum, do I really have to go? I mean, what about you and 'Thia and Rey? Hell, what about father? If I suddenly disappeared, the morons would automatically assume that I died and the throne would go to 'Thia and- and..." Lily whined, throwing her clothes haphazardly into her Hogwarts trunk. "I mean, if you're gonna ship me off, why not to Beauxbatons? Or Salem? Or-"

"'F ya dun wanna go, aun'ie, why awre ya packin'?" A toddler, who had justed toddled in, slurred, doing his best to talk as well as his aunt.

"Oh, Jimmy... I have to go to stay safe, kay? So I have to pack so I can stay safe. You got that?" Lily reasoned with the temperamental toddler. She winced slightly as the little boy's nose started to scrunch up. And if his nose started to crinkle, it meant he was confused. And when he was confused he got stubborn. And when he was stubborn, he cried.

"BUT WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?"

Loud.

By this time, Harrison had walked into the door about to ask where his son was. He got his answer.

"DADDY WHY DOES AUN'IE LIWLY GOTS TA PACK IF SHE DUN WANNA GOOOOOO! WHY CAN'T SHE STAYYYYY? HUH?" Jimmy promptly attached himself to Lily's leg, sobbing madly and blabbering non-sense.

"Dear god, Rey. What the hell did you do to make your son like this? I thought your girlfriend was quiet, like you?" Lilithia muttered from beside Harrison where she had joined him.

"Recessive gene pool. Gets it from Great Uncle Thomas." Harrison whispered.

Their mother, who had been watching with great amusement from on the bed, walked past them muttering something about youth and how they ruined perfectly good sad moments. The three teens were instantly reminded of why they were in Lily's chamber's in the first place.

They joined Jimmy in crying.

FLASHBACK END

Lilithia laughed slightly and it echoed throughout the room. It was Lily's old study, which had been updated with pictures of her life at Hogwarts, and family photos until September 30th, 1981. The day she and her small family had gone into hiding.

Why always you, Lily...

A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. She called out for them to come in. One of the guards announced that Jimmy, Leah and Sebastian were back with a small boy who looked around six.

"Thank you, Commander. Send them to my study, please."

AREWETHEWAITING

Harry was gripping Jimmy and Leah's hands tightly, his blanket tied around his neck like a cape and his teddy put into Leah's rucksack, as they entered the Brinevanightly Academy grounds. Sebastian had fell behind in order to check with the R.P.F (Royal Protection Force) that they were prepared for duty.

The portraits on the light stone walls stared at them, some with emotionless faces and some with kind smiles. Harry turned his head toward two portraits that particularly caught his attention. One was of Jimmy and Leah, and what looked to be their daughter. She had Leah's dirty blonde hair and most of Jimmy's looks. The other picture was of two people, a very pretty red-haired lady and a handsome young man with a young boy that looked like... him? Who were these people and why do they all seem so familiar? Harry was utterly confused. He shrugged and figured to ask Jimmy or Leah later.

As they neared the end of the corridor, Harry noticed that there were kids from his age to about 20 walking down the hallways, in and out of various doors. He saw a hall to his right filled with lockers, people opening them and slamming shut. Jimmy and Leah had stopped suddenly at a picture of the pretty red-haired lady, a handsome man that sort of looked like her and another lady that also looked the like the beautiful red-head. A guard nodded at them and punched in a code, 091694 1, the portrait opening to lead into a small hallway. They walked in.

"Hello, Jimmy, Harry. Leah." A voice said.

And it certainly was not Lilithia's.

TBC
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