Chapter 2: Lily Evans
It had been 2 days since the incident and I had not eaten since. I couldn’t prepare my own food and mother had been in her room crying. Whenever I opened the door to comfort her she stood up and started screaming at me to go away, shouting that I was a horrible child and that she did not understand what she had done to deserve me. I didn’t take it personally though. I knew she didn’t mean it. But I didn’t know why she was upset. Underneath all of her anger was a sad woman with a broken heart. The trouble was finding the woman and persuading her to come out.
I remember one day, when dad was still here, I came home crying from my muggle school with a black eye and a cut above my left eyebrow. Some kids had been bullying me and I couldn’t take it anymore. She had lifted me into her lap, healed my injuries and held me close to her, whispering in my ear that it was okay as I sobbed into her shoulder. The next day however, she was as cold and distant as the very depths of the ocean.
I took a deep breath with my hand resting on the door knob and prepared myself for her shouting. Before I entered, I pressed my ear against the door and listened so that I could determine what state she was in. Instead of the muffled sobbing I had heard every other time, I heard her talking to herself in a cold voice:
‘No,’ she said.
After a pause she said again, ‘No. No! I have made my decision! You will not have anything to do with our child. You left us…’ she broke off into sobs and I realised in the silence who she was talking to. She was on the telephone (or whatever it was called) with my father, Tobias. She resumed talking once more, ‘I have to go now… goodbye.’ I listened as she hung up the telephone and flopped back onto the bed with a resounding crash. Abandoning my attempt to comfort her, I crept away towards my bedroom.
I peered out of the hole in my wall and to my delight, the girl and her sister were at the park again. I stared into the distance beyond the park and the screams of laughter from the girls became distant as if they were down the other end of the street. What was my father doing, calling my mother on the telephone? How dare he decide that he wants to become a part of my life after 6 years of abandonment?
I made my decision with a clear motive. I would slip out of my window and crawl across the yard to the cover of the low hedge on the edge of the park and watch the red-headed girl, purely to clear my frenzied mind. So that is what I did.
I sat cross-legged in the bushes watching through a gap as the red-headed girl showed ‘Tuney’ something in her hand.
I crept slowly around the edge of the park to get a better view of what was going on. ‘Tuney’ was peering into her sister’s hand looking highly disappointed.
‘It’s just a grain of sand,’ Petunia said, looking crestfallen.
‘I know,’ the red-headed girl said with a glittering grin spread wide across her face. ‘Made you look you dirty chook!’ She ran away laughing as ‘Tuney’ chased after her, red in the face with embarrassment.
‘Here Tuney, I’ll show you a real trick,’ the girl exclaimed. Sure that this was going to be another joke, I looked down at the ground, smiling stupidly at the girl’s wit. As I gazed at the ground I saw the most amazing thing I had ever seen. Macadamia nuts! Realising how hungry I was I cracked it open with my shoe and popped one into my mouth. It was delicious.
I looked to my left and saw that a squirrel was sitting a few feet away from me staring at the nuts longingly. With a smile, I coaxed him gently towards me, bribing him with a cracked macadamia nut. I finally succeeded and he ate gratefully out of the palm of my hand. A warm feeling of pleasure spread from my stomach to my neck.
I glanced up again and, to my amazement, saw that the girl was swinging extremely high on the swing.
‘Be careful, Lily!’ ‘Tuney’ yelled in fear. I could see the concerned crease of her eyebrows from where I was sitting. With this, Lily (the red-headed girl) spread her arms wide and flew, quite literally flew, from the swing, taking way too long to touch the ground.
‘Lily Evans! Mummy told you not to!’ Tuney yelled.
‘You’re such a worry wart, Petunia!’ Lily laughed as she sat down with a thud in the grass and pulled at it vigorously. As I crouched under the hedge, realisation hit me. I knew I was right.
Lily Evans was a witch.