freakin' Merlin's pre-pubescent nut sac! I forgot that tonight is RUSH for the sororities. And since there's one upstairs...I'll never get any sleep!!!!!!!!!!
This story is now on 100 alerts. I never thought 100 people would read this thing. I feel all warm and tingly. g
Thanks to:
smittyloveshpfic (Their chapter is next. Hopefully I'll have it out in the next few hours.), Nika Dawson (again? Wow. I haven't even read half the chapters again since I wrote them. hehe Yeah, I'm definately not a big Lily fan.)
James tried his damnedest to block out the whispering witnesses in the courtroom. He didn't even know half of them. The only familiar faces he could see were Frank, Remus and Regulus, Albus, and Sirius. Harry was back at Hogwarts under the watchful eyes of Minerva McGonagall. There was no way in hell James would let his son sit through a public viewing of the boy's torment. He didn't need to relive his mother's hatred.
Elton's pensieve had just been placed back on the dias at the front of the room after an hour break for lunch, though no one seemed to eat. At Amelia Bones' signal, a spell was cast to allow the pensieve to act like a muggle film projector.
Elton had just finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner and was off to
check on the young Master Harry before turning in for the night.
"You vile creature!"
Painful slurs echoed through the hallways as Elton popped into Master Harry's
room. Mistress Lily had been in a foul mood all day and the elf had been afraid
she would take it out on her son. The evil flower lady then did something she had
never done before. Picking up the sobbing 3-month-old baby, she struck out against
him. When the child only cried harder she tried again, a little harder.
Elton tried to wrestle the child away from the nasty thing, but she
only smirked.
"If you want him so much, catch him."
With that, she threw across the room young Master Harry as hard as she could.
Elton did catch him, but only barely. Being a house elf came in handy
sometimes, especially when you needed to apparate somewhere
where there were wards to stop the wizard kind.
"Make sure the little bastard is kept quiet. And you had better keep quiet about
this too, elf, or you may find your precious little master's remains in the fireplace."
Lily left the child's bedroom.
"Stop!" Madame Bones cried out over the memory Elton's shaky lullaby. "I believe we have seen enough. Bring out Ms. Evans."
Lily's eyes turned blank as the Veritaserum began to take control and Madame Bones began the questioning.
"What is your name?"
"Lily Marie Evans."
"What is today's date?"
"March 19, 1982."
Amelia nodded. The potion worked as it was supposed to.
"Have you ever hit your son, one Harold James Potter?"
"Yes."
The room broke into murmers and James rolled his eyes skyward. It shouldn't have come as a shock to anyone after what they had seen. Maybe they had switched audiences with another courtroom? It would explain why they were so shocked at Lily's answer.
"What was the earliest age you hit your son?"
"Three months."
Amelia leaned forward in her seat. "Why did you abuse your son, Ms. Evans?"
"The little bastard deserved it."
"What could he have possibly done that was so horrible?"
"He was born."
'Oh,' James though somewhat hysterically, 'now they decide to be quiet.'
Madame Bones stood and the members of the Wizengamot followed suit.
"Child abuse has long been considered by the Wizarding World as the most horrendous crime someone could commit. Children are precious and should be treated as such. Lily Evans, you are hereby sentenced to 25 years in Azkaban Prison. The court is adjourned."