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Chapter 4
Or,
Of Freaks, Escorts and Shocking Hugs.

"Oh for God's sake, Lily, will you get out of the bathroom?!" Petunia, Lily's sister, screamed at the top of her lungs. It was the 1st of September and Lily was getting ready for the train ride back to Hogwarts, thank Merlin.

Lily didn't reply, she just continued to apply her makeup. There was no way on this earth that Petunia was getting her way; Lily was desperate to get back to Hogwarts and start her 6th year, she had a feeling about it- a good feeling, a very good feeling.

"Lily Louise Evans, get out of the bathroom now, I live here too! I have a right to use to bathroom!" Petunia yelled again, banging her fists against the door. Jesus, Lily thought, why is my full name being used so fucking much lately?

"No, I won't, Petunia! I have to be at Kings Cross by half ten! I'm meeting Josh then!" Lily replied, trying to keep her voice calm and not yell obscenities at her annoying sister, but it wasn't looking very good so far.

"Oh, like I care about you being on time or later for that freak school, or meeting your freak of a boyfriend! Just get out of this bathroom, now." When Lily just growled in response, Petunia continued her ranting. "I am sick of living here, with you, you freak!" Petunia was braying on the door with every ounce of strength she had, when Lily flung the door open, her eyes wide with rage.

"Freak, am I?" Lily asked her voice freakishly calm. "Freak because I have something that you don't have? Freak because I have a talent where all you have is a rich boyfriend that you can hang on the arm of." Lily was losing control pretty quickly; the sparks flying from her wand in her hand proved that. Petunia however didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah, you are a freak! You think that you're better than me, do you? You think because you go to this school that you have something I don't? It's pathetic Lily, and you're just jealous of my fiancé because he is in love with me and you have never experienced love. You never will. I doubt our parents love you! You think they love you? You actually think they still care about you because you can flourish a bloody stick around? Pathetic, Lily, you have nobody. " Petunia sneered, shoving past Lily to go into the bathroom and tried to slam the door in her face- but Lily dragged Petunia back out of the bathroom by her hair and slammer her against the wall.

Lily's heart actually shattered. Tears pricked in her eyes, but she refused to let them slip and make an appearance. She was a Gryffindor, and Gryffindor's never backed down; especially if they were being bullied, and especially if they were in the right. Instead, Lily- being the stubborn and defensive person that she was- retaliated to Petunia's words.

"I do have somebody who loves me! How dare you say those things to me? How dare you, you vile person! You fucking vile… Mam and dad do love me, they do! They understand I'm special, they understand my talent!" Lily was breathing really heavily, the tears threatening to make yet another appearance. "I swear to god if you do not stop being the world's biggest bitch to me, I will hex you into the middle of next year." Lily was gripping her wand so tightly her knuckles had turned white, and more red sparks flew out the end.

"You wouldn't dare. You're…You're not allowed to use magic out of school!" Petunia screamed, suddenly terrified.

"Oh? You really would try me? I swear to god, I will hex you. I have a reputation for hexes and charms that would make your bitchy, judgemental, horse's head spin! Merlin, I'll hex you so hard, you'll have boils all over your face and-"Lily was cut off by Mr and Mrs Evans appearing at the top of the stairs. Lily's heart sank.

"Lily, what on Earth do you think you are doing?!" Michael Evans roared, his eyes widening at Lily's wand.

"D-Dad…I…she was calling me a-"Lily stammered out, but it didn't make a difference.

"No excuses! We have done everything for you, Lily! Everything we possibly could and you just abuse it! You abuse this magic to torment your sister!" Louise Evans interrupted, she was furious. Lily was nearly crying now, no matter how hard she tried to explain that Petunia had been tormenting her first; they wouldn't listen.

Lily was the disgrace, Lily was the one who had threatened to hex her sister, and the funny thing was; Lily wouldn't dare use magic on her sister because it wasn't right and because she actually loved Petunia, she really wanted to get on with her. Lily sat in the armchair of the living area in her house, staring off into space and wondering why she deserved this terrible start to the day. She had been dying to get to King's Cross and to go back to school, Hogwarts was her home really because she belonged there. She loved coming home, she really did; she loved going on shopping sprees with Petunia and trying on really expensive dresses for some fancy ball or wedding they had to go to, but they did nothing together now. They argued with each other constantly and Lily was sick, and now her parent's wouldn't even listen to her; Lily felt a foot tall.

"It's time for you to go to school now, if you don't go now you'll miss the train." Lily was roused from her daydream by her father's stern voice. She turned to face her family and they all just stared blankly back at her, and she realised she wasn't going to be able to do anything to resolve this yet, maybe even never at all.

"Bye." Lily spoke shakily, grabbing her trunk and pulling it out of the door. Nobody replied to her farewell, they all just nodded. Lily would have to walk to King's Cross, it was half an hour away and she had 45 minutes, hopefully she would make it in time. Unfortunately, she would probably be late to meet Josh.

"James Harold Potter! Unless you get your lazy backside down this staircase now, you are going to be late for the train; and if you're late, you'll not be attending Hogwarts at all this year!" Elizabeth Potter, James' mother, screamed up the staircase of Potter Manor. "And you too, Mr my-hair-needs-to-be-perfect-for-the-ladies Black!"

"We're coming, Jesus." James shouted back, shoving his clothes into his trunk.

"Language, James Harold." Sirius teased, levitating his drunk down the stairs.

"Fuck off, Black." James replied, slamming his bedroom door shut and trudging down the stairs after Sirius.

"Language, James Harold!" Mrs Potter and Sirius shouted in sync. Mr Harold Potter had just entered the room, in which he burst out laughing immediately at the sight of James being chastised by his mother and best friend.

"Come off it, Lizzy, let him be." Harold Potter grinned at his wife- while she scowled at the use of her nickname. "Boys, in the car, I'm driving you to the station." He finished with a pointed look at James-who was rummaging through a drawer for his wand, and Sirius- who was styling his hair in the hallway mirror.

"Yes! We don't have to get the Muggle bus or a Muggle taxi!" Sirius cheered, bounding out of the door like a child would if they had just been told about a zoo trip. "I'm calling Shotgun!"

"We're stopping by a local Muggle town beforehand though!" Harold shouted after the boys, who were fighting over the front seat of the car.

"Prongs, I called shotgun!" Sirius whined.

"I don't give a fuck, you prat. It's my car." James replied, trying to push Sirius out of the way.

"You can't drive, you prat."

"I can."

"Prove it."

"Bring it."

"10 galleons on the fact you won't make it out of that gate."

"10 galleons on the fact you're an idiot."

"Bring it."

James climbed into the driver's seat of his father's car and turned on the engine, when Sirius dived into the front seat.

"I don't need an escort." James rolled his eyes.

"I'm making sure you don't cheat, and I'm not taking money off you to be your pretend boyfriend aka sex companion- therefore I'm not your escort." Sirius replied casually.

"How hilarious, you twat." James stepped down hard on the accelerator pedal and the car sprung forward about 2 metres. Sirius- who hadn't been wearing a seatbelt- yelped as he slid off the seat, while James roared with laughter.

"You owe me compensation." Sirius said as he climbed back into the seat.

"Fuck you." Luckily for James, his father had just missed the language he had just used.

"James, get out of the driving seat and into the back." Harold said, while standing with two raised eyebrows.

"But dad…."

"No, James. Get in the back of the car, now, so I can get you to the bloody train station."

"Where are we going?" Sirius asked Harold as the pulled out of the gates of Potter Manor.

"Kings Cross, you spaz." James intervened, kicking the back of Sirius' chair.

"I'm the spaz, eh?" Sirius asked, while pointed out of the window in the direction they were going. They took the first exit off the roundabout, instead of the third.

"Hey! Where are we actually going?" James asked, looking startled. "Dad, can you see? We're going the wrong-"

"James, for Christ sake will you shut up? Didn't I, just moments ago, tell you we would be stopping off a Muggle town before we go to the station?" Harold rolled his eyes, while James grinned sheepishly and Sirius started to laugh.

It was times like this that Sirius really appreciated the Potters. He came from a family, a rich pureblood family that were joining the side of the Dark Lord, and the Potters; well, they were the Potters. They were also rich, also pureblood, but they fought to banish and get rid of all the dark and horrid magic that was unravelling around the streets of the magical world- and also, the Muggle world. Sirius appreciated the Potters because they took him into his home when his own family, the Blacks, had disowned him. He was a Potter now. Maybe not by name, but he was treated and considered a Potter by Elizabeth and Harold- Even James, his older brother Alfie, and his younger sister, Grace, cared about Sirius like a Potter. He felt as if he actually had a family now. So, when Harold turned up the music, and started blasting out vocals to the Weird Sisters, Sirius shut his eyes with a smile on his face.

After about 15 minutes- or what seemed like hours- of eye-resting, Sirius glanced out of his window to look for some signs that would show some indication as to which town they were going to before they headed to the train station, and to see if there were any attractive girls he could spot, or maybe even a joke shop or bar.

When he realised they were on their way to King's Cross now, Sirius spotted the most unlikely person he could have possibly spotted, and his heart nearly stopped with shock.

It was Lily Evans.

But not the normal, easy smiling, bright eyed, Lily Evans, this Lily Evans was not only crying, but sobbing.

"Prongs, Harold. Stop the car." Sirius said, sitting upright in his seat and unfastening his seatbelt.

"Why?" Harold asked, turning his head ever so slightly to look at Sirius.

"Just do it. Please. It's important." Sirius begged. He couldn't, and he wouldn't, let Lily walk around the streets like that.

"Dad, just stop the car. If Sirius say's its important, it must be important. Or at least it better be." James said nodding to Sirius to go and do whatever was so important.

Harold stopped the car, and Sirius jumped out and ran over to Lily.

"Lily." He said softly when he approached her, he heard her gasp and sniff before looking up from the pavement and staring at Sirius. Her mouth dropped open, and then she laughed. She laughed for about 2 minutes before the laughter turned into hysterical sobs. "Lily-Pad, tell me what's wrong…" When Lily began to shake her head and say that nothing was wrong, Sirius continued sternly. "Yes, Lily, there is something wrong. Just tell me, please. You can trust me, you know you can."

"Why are you here?" She asked, wiping her eyes- completely smudging her make-up in the process.

"On the way to the station, with Prongs and his dad, we were passing the town and I saw you. I wasn't going to leave you, especially when you're crying." Sirius replied, shrugging.

"Oh. Well, I just had a terrible morning with Petunia, and well… I kinda kicked off because she started saying that…that nobody loved me and how I was a freak. I snapped. I can't stand it, I hate it when she says stuff like that to me, and I just snapped Sirius." When Sirius frowned, wondering if she had hurt her sister, Lily continued hastily. "Oh no, I didn't hurt her. I just said I was going to hex her and well, mum and dad came up stairs and heard me."

"You're coming to the station with me and James, and no arguments. I'm not having you wandering the streets crying." Sirius grinned and took her trunk, while leading her toward the car where James and his father were.

"Prongs, is it alright if Lily-Pad gets a ride to the station with us?" Sirius asked, while climbing into the front seat of the car.

"Evans?" James asked, stunned.

"Who else could he be talking about, Potter?" Lily asked dryly, although Sirius- along with Harold who was listening into the conversation- noticed that her voice was breaking, and that Lily was really upset.

"Nah, you can't get in." James grinned, running a hand through his hair.

"James! Of course she can, don't be such a brat- she looks upset, and we will not let her walk to the station." Harold intervened, looking at his son through the mirror and raising his eyebrows. Lily stuck her tongue out at James and slid into the car.

"Thank you, Mr Potter. It means a lot." Lily told Harold politely, while he re-started the engine and took off for King's Cross.

"No probably at all, Lily." Harold replied, smiling. "Sirius, why don't you get into the back with James and Lily- then you can all chat privately?"

Sirius nodded and grinned cheekily toward Lily who groaned in response, while James chuckled at Sirius strutting to the back seat and squeezing his way in beside Lily- pushing her closer to James. Now, if Lily hadn't been in the back seat of Harold Potter's car, she would have protested to being so close to Potter that she may as well have been sitting on his knee, but Lily had manners and to be honest, she was thankful even to James because she would have missed the train if she had walked.

James was confused; very confused. Lily Evans was sitting in the back of his father's car, right next to him- or nearly on top of him- and she wasn't insulting him, or giving him dirty looks. That wasn't what confused him though; it was why Lily was actually sitting in the back of his dad's car in the first place. She had been crying that much was obvious, but James wanted to know why. He wanted to know why Lily wasn't in her own father's car, laughing with her family and saying goodbye to them. It was clear to James that this was serious. Lily Evans never cried. She showed many emotions; happiness, joy stress and anger- very much directed at James- but she never cried. She rarely showed sadness, which was why James was so worried.

Harold stopped the car, and the 3 students climbed out and hurried toward the brick wall and arrived on the familiar platform 9¾.

"Are you okay, now?" James heard Sirius ask Lily, who nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you." She replied.

"Thank you, too, James." Lily waited for James to reply, but he didn't. He simply stared at her, frowning deeply. Why on Earth is she thanking me?! "Oh, don't look like that. I'm thanking you for allowing me to have a ride to the station, and I know you're wondering what happened; I had a row with Petunia and my family. They aren't speaking to me." She finished with a shaky sigh, and then James- being the rash and out of the blue James he was- hugged her.

Lily nearly died.

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