The next morning Lillian gave back from her slumber party, dropped off by a friend's mother. Midnight was in her hair, nuzzling her. Little midnight had spent the night being passed around from one little girl to another, even put in a doll's dress and fed like an infant. Humming happily, she went in though the front door. What she saw was a shock to her nine year old eyes. Sirius and James were sitting in the living room, sharing a bottle of firewhiskey together, both with red puffy eyes as if they were crying. "Uncle Sirius, Uncle James, what's wrong?" She asked. James grabbed his niece, giving her a big hug.
"I'm sorry Lillian, but your mother is-" James broke off, the news unbearable to him. "What's wrong with Mummy?" Lillian asked, suddenly worried. "Your mother is- She died last night Lillian." James said simply. Lillian stared at her uncle, her red eyes wide. She shook her head. "You're lying!" "Lillian-" "No, you're lying!!" She screamed, running out the front door. "Lillian!" She faintly heard as she ran out into an alleyway near where she lived where she ran into someone. She looked up to see her father's grim face.
"Uncle James is a liar!" Lillian sobbed into her father's shoulder. Her father held her tightly as her little body shook with tears. "Lillian" He finally said when she clamed down. "There's a story I have to tell you." Lillian listened, drying her tears.
"Its a story about a man. This young man was treated very badly his entire life and had one person who made him happy. She was a friend of his, a red haired angel. But she loved a man who tormented him. She married him instead of the young man. The young man meanwhile joined a group, a group called the Death eaters. But he heard his new master was going to kill the girl and her child. He stuck a deal, trading everything so despite the fact she was with another man, she could be happy."
Lillian sniffed "But why didn't she go back to him?" "She didn't know that he had done this. But his efforts were in vain, the man who was entrusted in hiding them betrayed them, killing all but the boy who lived. The young man however promised to protect the boy for the woman he had loved was his mother. But years went by, and he learned that the man who tormented him so had a sister. The man by then was teaching at Hogwarts, a great school. The sister of this man went to the school. And the man sought to make her life a living hell.
"The sister said nothing, only hating him as much as he hated her. But something happened in her sixth year that made the man trust her, and that trust grew to love. She knew nothing of this and went on with her life. She traveled, she loved, she gave birth to a son, and the man she loved died. She mourned his death as one should and went on. As this was happening, wars were being fought and the man who fathered the woman was killed by the young man to rid him of his pain. The year following, the woman found work at Hogwarts alongside the man.
"He confessed his love to her and they were soon married. They loved, they fought, they did everything a married couple should. They gave birth to two beautiful children. Everyone was happy until one day, it was their little girl's birthday. The little girl was going to a slumber party and she was very excited. Her father took her while her mother stayed back and cleaned. The father didn't come home for a while, stopping to buy some new ingrediants for his potions. When he came back, his wife was killed by a man who had betrayed her family. And now, the man is wanted for his wife's death and he has to leave."
Lillian clung to her father. "Don't leave me. Please!" She begged. Snape gave her one last hug. "I'll be back soon." He promised before he left the alleyway, leaving his little girl in tears.
8 years later...
"Lillian? Lillian! Get up you!" Lillian's red eyes opened to the harsh sunlight streaming in though her bedroom window. She moaned, rolling out of bed to the floor. She put her black framed glasses on as her Grandmother was pounding at the door. "Get up, you have work in one hour." Lillian snapped to attention, scrambling for her work clothes. She groaned, only finding one shoe. She was looking for the shoe, accidently throwing a school book at Midnight, who was stretched out on the bed, still asleep. The said cat hissed at its owner, who was currently trying to button up her shirt.
"Oh stop it you. You wanna help, you wake me up next time okay?" Lillian said, yawning. She put on some black pants, taking some time to brush her unruly white hair. Her red eyes looked back at her as she pinned her hair into a messy bun as always. "Midnight, you coming?" The cat mewed slightly before following Lillian. Grabbing her purse, she ran downstairs to see her grandmother at the table, reading the Daily prophet as usual. She grabbed a scone from a plate on the table, sinking her teeth in as she prepared to run. "See ya tonight, Grandma!" She called. Her grandmother raised her hand in a wave, ignored by Lillian who was already gone.
Lillian ran quickly for about a mile before she made it to a small shop with the name Haven written across it. Next door was a Joke shop Lillian had been a fan of since she was born, Weasely's Wizard Wheezes. She stopped at the window to wave to Geogre, who waved back. She glanced at her watch, going into Haven at last.
Haven was a very cozy, comfortable looking Cafe, a small coffee bar in the corner. The rest was mostly tables or armchairs to sit at and the usual Easel set up in the corner, which Lillian could see the artist was already at work. "Morning Atticus!" She called to her brother. Her brother waved a paint stained hand at her, quickly going back to his work. The only part that was seen of him was his unruly wavy black hair. She went to her usual tasks, wiping down tables, switching the sign from closed to open, and put on the usual black apron she had to wear. And Midnight took her usual stance on the counter, sleeping.
"Is that old lady treating you well?" Atticus asked from behind the easel. Lillian shrugged. "She's okay. Still a bitch but shes treated me fine. And you, did you move upstairs yet?" Ever since Atticus opened the store a month ago, he had said he was going to move in the apartment on the second floor. Not that he didn't enjoy living with his father, he wanted his own place. "Yep, everything's all ready, Kiddo." Lillian nodded. Ever since Atticus offered to have her work here for the summer, she had jumped at the chance to be around her older brother. Ever since their mother died, they hadn't had much time to spend together.
Lillian was about to say something when a tall red haired man walked in. "Hey Uncle Bill!" Lillian called out, waving to Bill. Bill smiled, removing his sunglasses. He was older now, some grey hairs already creeping up, but he still looked ever the same. Atticus jumped up from the corner, showing himself to be almost a younger version of Sirius. His long hair was tied in a ponytail and was streaked with red paint.
"Jeez Atticus, trying make yourself a collage?" Bill asked. Atticus threw his head back, flecking spots of red paint on the brown walls. "Maybe." He said, giving his uncle a hug. True, Bill wasn't their true uncle, but he and their mother were friends in Hogwarts and he had been a part of their childhood, more so when their mother died. "So, where's my usual?" Bill asked, sitting at the bar. Lillian perked up. "Oh yea." She said, going into the back. She pulled out a steak from the freezer, putting it in until it was warm but not too cooked. She handed it to Bill, who gobbled it up in no time.
Lillian was busy wiping down some coffee mugs when an old woman came into the shop. "Morning Mrs. Weasely."Atticus called, back at his easel.
"Morning Atticus." She answered, slipping into the barstool with help from Bill. "Mrs. Weasely, what could we do for ya?" Lillian asked, brewing some coffee as she talked. "Oh, just whatever you have there dear." She turned to Bill. "Hows Gringotts treating you dear?" She asked. Bill nodded to answer his mother as he bit into the extremely raw meat.
"So dears, Lillian's birthday's coming soon." Mrs. weasely said, sqeezing Lillian's arm. Lillian looked down, somewhat distracted. "Yes, It'll be great to finally be of age." Lillian said, setting down Mrs. Weasely's coffee. Mrs. Weasely grabbed her arm, patting her on the cheek. "Don't get yourself worked up dearie. Enjoy your birthday when it comes. Your mother wouldn't have wanted you to worry." Lillian smiled. "Thanks." She went back to her chores silently. Atticus went up, jumping over the counter to refill his own coffee as Mrs. Weasely and Bill said their good-byes.
"Merlin, when they finally catch Snape, I can't wait to nail the basterd." Atticus mummered to himself. "Atticus!" Atticus looked at his sister. "Lillian, its been almost 8 years since Mum died. You think they'd catch him by now." Lillian grabbed his arm. "But Atticus, he didn't do it. There's no proof." Atticus raised an eyebrow. "And what if he was the killer Lillian? Hm? What if he walked though that door right now and admitted to killing Mum? What would you do? Your trust in one man who happens to be your father will come crashing down. Then what will you do?" Atticus explained. Lillian looked right into his eyes.
"Because unlike the rest of the wizarding world, I don't believe my father would stoop so low over nothing." Lillian snapped, her red eyes wide. Atticus threw both hands up in the air. "Okay then, if you say so." Lillian nodded. "Yes. Yes, I do say so Mr. Black." She smiled at her brother. "And You want to help the lunch rush by yourself with that attitude, Ms. Snape?" Atticus responded, smirking at his sister. "If you leave me alone with the lunch rush, you can find youself someone else." Lillian shot back.
Atticus laughed, grabbing his sister. Lillian yelled, laughing also as he tickled her under her armpits. "Atticus, stop it." She protested as he took her glasses. "Four eyes! Four eyes!" Atticus yelled as Lillian chased him. As they went into an all-out tickle war, someone watched from the window. Or rather, a rat.
Two weeks later...
"Happy birthday Lillian!!" Lillian gasped as she walked into Haven, showing that the inside held her friends and family. Lillian laughed. "You guys. Your bloody awesome!!" She screamed, hugging her brother. There was just a small group of people really, including Uncle James, Uncle Sirius, Uncle Remus, and Aunt Lily. But the person she was most interested in was Olivia, Uncle Remus' daughter. Today her hair was a bright orange, her eyes a deep brown. She was dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans with a black leather jacket. Lillian and Olivia had been best friends almost from the cradle.
"Hey, Olivia! What's up?" Olivia looked at her friend, giving a smile. "Wotcher Lill!" Lillian gave a slight smile, hugging her best friend. "Wotcher." She whispered back. She blushed as Olivia kissed her cheek. "So, what did you do to get that mark, eh?" James asked, having been sitting next to the girls. Lillian's hand rose to touch the scratch on her cheek. "Oh, I tried using magic to get my glasses to me and they hit me in the face." She smirked. "Well, it was worth it."
The party was mostly people sitting around and talking. When it came time for Lillian to blow out the candles, Sirius had hit her on the back too hard, making her face fall in the cake. Everyone laughed, including Lillian, who was trying to lick the cake off her face. "It tastes great! Thanks!" She said to Lily, who made the cake.
"So, what's the last year at Hogwarts going to be like? Gonna go wild?" Atticus asked his sister as they ate the cake. "Well, I'm glad I didn't get Head girl, but I'm glad I can still order around little first years. So yea, I'll go wild" She answered. Lillian was a Ravenclaw Prefect and she was one of the few Prefects who weren't upset about not being Head Boy or girl. Even though Professor Slughorn, the potions professor and head of Slytherin house was disapointed that the daughter of Severus Snape wasn't Head girl.
Lillian left after helping clean up with a smile on her face, despite the fact of what she had to do that night. She went to her grandmother's house, going up to her room to get her trunk and Midnight who was very interested in a dust bunny that was under Lillian's bed. Lillian looked around at the bedroom. She wasn't going to miss it at all really. She walked out past her grandmother's room. "Lillian. Come here." Her grandmother's voice snapped. Lillian sighed. She walked into her Grandmother's room, a big imposing room with a four-poster bed in the middle.
Her grandmother lay on the bed in a snow white nightgown that only showed her head and snow white hands. "Yes?" Lillian asked. The last time she had been called to her grandmother's room, she was being talked to about getting an 'A' on her history of magic O.W.L. On the nightstand was a white box. "Lillian, theres something I want you to have. please take out whats in that box." Lillian compiled, pulling out what was in the box. It was a simple white wedding dress, with a long flowing skirt and flowing sleeves. The bodice was fitted very nicely with little beads at the plunging neckline. "Is this-" "Yes, that was once my wedding dress, your mother wore it the day she married your father, and you will wear it someday." Eileen explained.
Lillian stared at the gown in awe. "Try it on." Eileen said, her voice breathy. Lillan wavered, having been feeling very lightheaded for a while. "But, Grandmother-" "But nothing, go on. Try it on for an old woman." Eileen said. Lillian nodded, going into her grandmother's bathroom to try it on. The dress fit perfectly on the young girl. Lillian's eyes filled with tears as she remembered seeing her parents wedding pictures. She felt once again like a little girl trying on her parents clothes. "Well, are you having a problem? Come on out and let me see!" Eileen ordered. Lillian took a deep breath, walking out toward her Grandmother. She could see tears well in the old woman's eyes.
"You look wonderful Lillian." She whispered. Lillian nodded, unable to say a word. "Lillian, are you okay dear? You look feverish." Eileen asked. Lillian shook her head, going back to change back into her clothes. She flathered as she put her pants on. Holding her head, she sat on the side of the bathtub. "I haven't gotten much sleep lately. Thats all." She said to herself, putting her pants on. She stood up, putting the dress away.
"Good-bye Grandma." Lillian said, kissing the old woman on the cheek as Eileen put the key to spinner's end in her hand, watching her leave.