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Lily Evans ([info]emerald_eyes) wrote in [info]beyondthepages,
@ 2010-03-20 12:21:00

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Entry tags:!complete, 2023 08, harry potter, lily evans, lily luna potter

RP: What is this?
Characters: Lily E, Lily L, Harry
Time/Date: late afternoon, August 20, 2023
Location: Potter's home in Godric's Hollow
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Lily is among the living once more
Status: Complete



She was aware of her heart beating, of memories swirling around her mind. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him..."

She kept her eyes closed, denying it. Whatever had happened, this must be death. The afterlife. But oh god why did it hurt so much? "James," she moaned softly, blinking back the tears. She needed to open her eyes, to see Harry.

Harry.

She could recall begging. Begging, her. Offering her own life if he'd only spare her son. Stupid. What had she been thinking? Only that she needed to save him, to do anything in her power to ensure he lived, that he had a fair chance at life, and then ...

Lily opened her eyes.

She was on the floor, but it wasn't her child's room. There was no crib. The colors were different. Red and gold predominantly, and she thought for one crazy bizarre moment that she was back in her room at Hogwarts when she'd been head girl. Ridiculous. She'd just ... Voldemort had been here. Had killed her? Surely that must have been what happened.

He'd killed James and ...

"James," she whispered. "Oh, James," she breathed before she slowly pushed herself up to her feet. She looked around the room more carefully. An unmade bed, a half-packed trunk. A desk with papers and books scattered over it. Quill, parchment, ink. A student's room, she guessed.

Footsteps on the stairs caught her attention, and emerald eyes swept to the door as another red-head entered. For a moment, the two witches stared at one another before Lily Luna opened her mouth and screamed. It was mingled fear and surprise because the last thing she'd been expecting in her room was another red-headed witch who she did not recognize.

"Daddy!" she called out, reaching toward her back pocket ... but her wand was in her trunk, and the witch was between her and her trunk. "Daddy come quick!" she shrilled.

Lily Evans Potter blinked and shook her head but she couldn't even begin to figure out how to go about fixing this. She had no idea who this girl was, nor where she was. It ... was like her house but clearly wasn't. "No, shh. I'm not ... I'm not going to hurt you," she said to the girl, glancing to the door anxiously. What if the girl's father didn't bother with questions but simply threw some spells at her. "Please," Lily whispered.

Lily Luna remained silent, staring at the stranger who ... reminded her ... strangely, of pictures her dad had shown her. Shown all of them. The witch looked strangely, impossibly, like her father's mother. Like her grandmother. She pressed a hand to her mouth and took a step back to the door before calling once more for her father.



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[info]bears_the_scar
2010-03-21 04:26 am UTC (link)
"Well, Dumbledore hired him anyway. There was still a lot of prejudice and he only taught for a year because of it. It's gotten a bit better now, but.." he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders. Sadly, he doubted they'd ever see a complete lack of prejudices whether it be about werewolves or blood status, but they could work to keep improving things.

"Oh, there's a potion now too. The Wolfsbane. It allows werewolves to keep their mind when they transform," he added with a little smile.

When he felt her grip on his hand tighten, he squeezed hers gently in return. "The Order is mostly inactive now. There hasn't been a threat like Voldemort, so it hasn't really been needed. Which isn't to say things are perfect now, but I like the think the Aurors are in better shape and the Ministry as a whole... Kingsley Shaklebolt is Minister. There was a lot of rebuilding the Ministry after we won the war."

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-03-21 04:58 am UTC (link)
Mostly inactive, which meant she was going to have a tough time getting in touch with anyone she knew. And anyone she knew would be ... forty-two years older than she recalled them being. Or dead.

She imagined any money that had been in James' vault had been transferred to Harry, so that was out as an option. Not that she doubted he'd help her, but she wouldn't lean on him any more than she had to.

Though she did have to wonder if this was perhaps temporary. A fluke, and she'd be dead again by morning. It was a disturbing thought, but this was unprecedented, wasn't it? Who had ever come back from the dead before?

It was good to hear things had been quiet, peaceful, but she wasn't really sure what she'd do here, now. Live, she guessed. Her mind roamed back to school to her friends, and she had to wonder what had become of all of them. Her thoughts shifted briefly to Severus, but it wasn't as though she could count him among her friends and she exhaled softly.

"Would you mind horribly if ... if I stayed here? Just for a night or so, until I can figure something else out. I don't want to impose on your family ..." Even though it was her family as well. She simply didn't know any of them.

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[info]bears_the_scar
2010-03-21 05:46 am UTC (link)
Harry was startled by her question, not because he didn't want her to stay here, but because she thought she could in any way impose on him. He'd honestly been planning on offering to let her stay, but she had asked before he could.

"Of course you can stay here. Merlin, you wouldn't be imposing at all," he smiled reassuringly. "We have an extra room that doesn't get used much at all. You're welcome here as long as you like."

Inhaling deeply, he blew out a thoughtful sigh. "We'll figure this out." He needed to owl Ginny and ... he didn't even know. What was the procedure when someone came back from the dead? The ministry would need to know, in case it wasn't an isolated incident.

He wanted to offer her money, as well, but didn't know how to without it sounding ... strange or something. He didn't want it to sound like charity because it wasn't. Rightfully, the money he'd used from their vaults was hers.

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-03-21 05:56 am UTC (link)
Lily wanted to protest that she wouldn't stay very long, but she didn't know what the world was like anymore. She wasn't even sure she had the skills to get a job, let alone one that would pay enough for rent and necessities.

She need a wand, too, she realized, and she wondered how much that was going to cost. She missed her wand; it had been simple, but it had been hers since the August of her eleventh year.

There was a lot she was going to have to settle out, and she really didn't have the energy to do it just then. Really, she wanted to find some time alone, preferably somewhere quiet and dark, to just try to process all of this.

If she was an isolated incident, she wondered if she'd become some sort of media circus. But if she wasn't an isolated incident ... then James would come back here, too. She thought she'd like to be here in the event that happened.

"Thank you," she said softly, simply, squeezing his hand again and offering him a light smile. She imagined if there was tea being made, it was getting cold, and she thought she'd had enough of the question and answers for now. The answers led to more questions, more things she needed to sort out, and she was so very tired.

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