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Disclaimer: Kay I forgot to put one in the first chapter…so for anyone who thinks I'm J.K. Rowling, sorry for disappointing you.

Chapter 2: Sunday continued…

Last time…

"Prove it." said Charlie with venom in his voice.

Lily gulped, not used to being addressed like that by her uncle. She scooted farther away from him, not knowing what to say.

Lily POV

What should I say? I really shouldn't tell them everything, that won't be good. I looked around, the people who I had known my whole life were looking at me like I was a one of those Death Eaters Dad had told me about. I guess I could tell them about the cupboard, but what if Dad hadn't told them about it yet? I can't go around spurting out peoples secrets like that…

Harry POV

The girl seemed to be going through some debate in her mind. I almost feel sorry for her… no, all signs point to her being a Death Eater. But that act she put on with the kid in the mirror was pretty impressive.

"Well, I'm waiting." Charlie said crossing his arms over his chest. Boy, he looked really scary when he did that.

"I-Can I talk to Harry alone for a minute, please."

"No way!" Ron had gotten up from the sofa and was facing the girl with his wand out. "You're not going anywhere with Harry alone Death Eater!"

The girl looked absolutely pissed, a lot like Ginny actually…

"Oh yeah cause there's so many 12-year-old Death Eaters out there. And my name's Lily, not Death Eater, 'kay?" her voice was laden with sarcasm, again a lot like Ginny.

"Five minutes, outside so we can see you out the window, and let me have your wand." That was Mr. Weasely he was sitting in the recliner with his arm stretched out to receive the wand.

"Certainly, Gran-Sir." She said handing her wand over.

I didn't have any choice in this situation but to go outside with her, did I?

The girl, no Lily I didn't want to get on her bad side, walked out the front door. I waited a couple of seconds then with, a nod from Mr. Weasely, went outside with her. As soon as I closed the door I heard eleven people get up and move over to the window to see out. Great, I had an audience. I walked over to Lily.

"So, um, what do you want to tell me?" I asked her.

"Okay, sorry for having to bring you out here and everything I just really thought that you didn't want everyone else hearing some of the more personal stuff."

"More personal?" what could she know about me?

"I sort of know a lot about you."

Oh, God. "How much is a lot?"

"Sort of your childhood and…other things."

"How do you know so much."

"When you live with someone your whole life you get to know them."

"You've lived with me your whole life?"

"Well, yeah, I'm sort of you daughter." What?! That's not possible.

"I don't believe you."

"I really didn't think you would."

"Is that all?"

"Well not really. I have to convince you remember."

"Oh, right."

"So you ready to be convinced?" she asked rubbing her hands together.

"Sure."

"Okay, you were born on June 31, 1980, to James and Lily Potter. Your Godfather (Sirius Black) gave you a toy broom for your first birthday, or Christmas I can't remember. On Halloween 1981 both of your parents were murdered by Voldemort, but you survived. Your Godfather was supposedly the one who handed them over to him then went mad and killed his friend Peter Pettigrew and 13 muggles."

"Everyone knows that." Pssshht honestly.

"Shhh! I'm not done yet! But it was really Pettigrew who betrayed them and framed Sirius, but you didn't find that out until third year. Anyway, you were given to your only living relatives, The Dursely's, who did not like you in the least. They didn't call you by you name. They didn't give you any presents on Christmas or your birthday. They made sleep in a cupboard, Daddy, I couldn't believe it when you told me." She grew quiet and clasped her hand in front of her looking down.

The last sentence hit me. I had never told anyone about my ten years of cupboard confinement. It was amazing that my mind could be changed in less than five minutes. I walked back into the house and everyone backed away from the window looking guilty.

"She's telling the truth."

Everybody gasped. Was it really that hard to believe? Who knows what type of things wizards had created when she was alive. So I'm about to spend a week with my future daughter.

My life is so weird.

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