"Please spare me. I have a girl who's just that high!" Lillian sang on the stage as Fanntine. 6 year old Iris and Albus watched their mother from a balconey seat next to their uncle.
"What happens to Mummy?" Albus whispered to his uncle Atticus. Atticus was still a good looking man in his thirties, visiting his sister for her first leading role in American theater.
"You'll find out soon Albie." Atticus whispered to his nephew. His Niece was seated on his other side, intently watching the stage. It was a hot july night, both children anxious in their seats with the heat. Atticus watched his niece and nephew, thinking. When they were first born, Lillian was offered a position at a theater in London as Nancy in Oliver! She was discovered when the twins were three by Boardway. Now the twins lived in New york City with thier mother during the summers and with Atticus to go to school in England. Atticus had come to visit his sister after not seeing her for three years.
Lillian looked tired though the thick stage makeup. Her black hair was covered with a blonde wig, her eyes downcast for her role.
"Can we see Mummy's dressing room?" Iris asked. Atticus nodded, not taking his eyes off his sister's stage death. These past Seven years had been hard for her. As soon as she told her father about the twins, Snape blocked all communication between them. To this day, Lillian and Atticus didn't know wheater it was that the twins were half-blood or the fact they were born. Atticus looked to his niece's seat. His heart sank when he reaziled she wasn't there. "Iris." He loudly whispered. He turned to Albus. "Stay where you are, I'll go get your sister." He was cut off by what he saw at the foot of the stage. Little Iris was at the stage foot, near the orcastra.
"Mummy." Iris whispered, going up the steps. "Come to me, Cosette." Lillian sang, so called Dying. Iris jumped on stage, running to her mother. "Mummy!" She cried out, her little arms out stretched. Lillian was in shock, insitively hugging her daughter back. The actress in her made her react, "Cosette my darling!" Sending a stir into the audience.
"What the hell was that?" The director spat at Lillian after the show. "I can't control what my children want." Lillian said coldly as she wiped her makeup off. Iris and Albus were waiting outside, hearing every word. Iris glanced at her twin. Albus was wiping tears and snot off his face. "You did it now Iris. Mummy will never want us back now." Iris hung her head, watching the director leave. Lillian came out, her makeup half off. She knelt to their level, opening her arms. "Come 'ere guys." Both twins went into her arms, squeezing her tightly. Lillian smiled. "Now, lets say we get some ice cream. My treat."
Eleven years later...
"Ready?" Thomas Wharton asked, leaning on his broom.
"Please, I've never been more ready." Albus said, also leaning on his broom. Albus was a good looking boy, his dark brown hair always touseled just so and his pale blue eyes making him a lady killer. His square jaw and lean body didn't hurt ethier. "You sure you want to lead in that game against Ravenclaw? I mean, your twin is the captain." Thomas said. "Tommy boy, you know I'll beat their ass. You know Hufflepuff's way better. We have heart, remember?" He said, holding up a fist. Thomas, the usual captain of the hufflepuff team, was going to be at a great aunt's funeral during the game, leaving Albus to lead the team.
"Now remember the plans I put out, okay? I gotta go, Mum sent a portkey." Thomas said, waving good-bye. Albus waved back. His smile dropped as soon as Thomas was out of sight. "Now how am I gonna do this?" He asked himself. He swung his beater bat in fustration. Theres no way possible he could lead Hufflepuff into a victory. Now that Thomas was gone, he would be the only beater on the team.
"Think of it this way Albie. We'll go easy on you." Albus turned to see his sister Iris there. Iris was in her own way pretty, her pale blue eyes like his, her dark brown hair in a cute bob, her face was long, well everything about her was long and lanky. She walked over to him, her uniform waving in the fierce wind. "Its gonna rain soon Al. Lets go." Albus shook his head. "Nope, we don't need you to go easy on us. We need to go easy on you." Iris raised an eyebrow. "Al, You're missing a beater." She swung her own beater bat. "I think you're shit out of luck." Albus grinned. "I'll show you."
"Owen?" Owen looked up to see Tosh standing over him. He smiled, taking off his glasses.
"Yea?" He asked. "Gwen and Ryhs invited us to dinner tonight. Feel like going?" Tosh asked. Owen scoffed. "What? And have them talk about little Jackie's lead in the school play the entire night?" Tosh and Owen had been married for fifteen years by now and still fought like they used to. "Look Owen, lets just go. we haven't seen Ryhs in a while." Tosh said, going into thier bedroom. "Since when did we want to see him?" Owen said, following Tosh. He stopped when Tosh began taking off her work clothes, holding up two dresses. "The Black one or the red one?" She asked teasing. Owen smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Neither." He said, kissing her full on the mouth.
That night Owen woke up, Tosh sleeping in his arms. He smiled, kissing the top of her head. He slipped out of bed, Tosh barely stirring. He padded into the living room, where he was finishing his letter to Albus and Iris. He looked up at the clock, seeing midnight had just struck. He smiled. It was thier seventeenth birthday. He sealed the envelope, going outside to find a mailbox. Over the past seventeen years, he had wondered about his son and daughter, although he didn't feel like he was a father. But they were adults now in the ministry's eyes now, and he might have a chance to meet them.
He knew what Lillian was doing, Gwen and Rhys went to a boardway show when they were on vaction in America and saw her. She seemed happy from what Gwen and Rhys said. Owen was only happy that after so much pain in her life, she had found happiness. He didn't know anything about the twins, in all the sites he looked up on about Lillian, they only mentioned she had twins who lived in England. Jack offered to look up Hogwarts and they found out that Albus and Iris were students there.
Owen watched the letter go down, thinking about his children. Would they even want to meet him after all these years? Or would they hate him?
"Another good one Snapey!" Lillian sighed, taking off the long black wig. "Last time I'm doing Miss Saigon." Lillian stated, going to her dressing room. "But Lil, you were great." Her agent said, a very efeminine man in a pink shirt and khakis named Pedro. Lillian said, nothing, going to her vanity mirrior to remove her heavy makeup. "If I have to sing Movie in My Mind one more time, I swear I'll be out of MY mind." Lillian said, rubbing remover into her face. "Oh, you're just saying that Lovie." Pedro encouraged. Lillian sighed, going behind a screen to change out of the costume.
Lillian came out dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a black blazer. Her short black hair was rumpled from the wig. Her eyes had dark rings around them, making her look older than her thirty five years. "Well, I'm going home, okay Pedro?" She said. "Alright Chica, get some sleep. We're touring in Canada next week remember." Lillian smiled, blowing her agent a kiss. She left the dressing room, pushing past her co-workers and fans in awe they got in, into a side door leading into an alley.
Once she was outside, she took a deep breath, thankful for the air. She reached into her purse, pulling out a pack of cigerettes. As she lit her cigerette, she shivered in the cool air, thinking. It was Albus and Iris' birthday today. She had already sent them their presents. She exhaled, her smoke going into the night air. It had been seventeen years since they were born. At times that felt too long and too short all at the same time. It had been easier when they were babies and she had more time to spend with them, but Atticus insisted they come to live with him during the school year. While it had been hard to let them go, Lillian knew that no other school could teach them like Hogwarts could.
"Lillian, looking good tonight." She looked up to see a man in a tuxedo. His white blond hair and his chocolate brown eyes were shining even in the dim lighting. "Daniel, this is the third time this week you've come to see me." Lillian said, crushing her cigerette under her shoe. "I always like to see my favorite performer. By the way, about dinner-" "I said no last night and I'm saying no tonight. I have plans." She said, brushing past him. Daniel chuckled. "What, I'm more important than a date with your hand?" He joked. Lillian looked back as she walked away. "Stop referring to yourself. People will start to wonder."
"Lillian-" "No!" Lillian turned around, her eyes blazing. Daniel laughed. "You think I'm gonna hurt you?" "And you think I'll run into your arms because you can spend Daddy's money? I can wear a tux too you know. Doesn't make me any sexier." Daniel laughed, his white teeth flashing. "Okay then, I have plenty of other women who would love a ride in my limo." He said. "You do that. I'll be the one at home curled up with some Ayn Rand." Lillian said. "Ayn who?" Daniel looked confused. "Excatly."
Lillian got into her apartment about an half an hour later. It was a very upscale apartment in New York standreds overlooking the lights of broadway. She sighed, slipping in a Fleetwood Mac album. Stevie Nick's voice filtered though the speakers as Lillian took off her shirt, going to her balcony. She took out a cigerette as she watched the streets of New York. "Just like the white winged dove.." Lillian softly sang into the night air.
"Ms. Snape! Ms. Snape!" Lillian looked up. Shit, She quickly covered her topless form. "Sorry, Mrs. Gainham." Lillian called. Mrs. Gainham, her neighbor and the only one who could see on her balcony was back from vaction. "And turn that down Dearie. My husband can't stand that hippie band of yours."
As Lillian came inside, She switched the CDs to Snow patrol. She closed her eyes rocking her head.
Shut your eyes and
think of somewhere caked with snow
Lillian went to the couch, kicking off her pants, now only in her underwear. She grabbed the book she was reading. Pedro reccomended 'The secret life of Salvador Dali' and now Lillian was stuck on his great love of Gala. Lillian read, thinking about how the twins came to be.
"You listen to this crap?" Owen asked as Lillian put on a Climax Blues band album. "Please, I was raised with this so-called crap." Lillian answered. Owen smirked as Lillian wagged her hips to the slow song. It seemed like such a senual moment, watching Lillian dance. She held out her hand. "Dance with me." She said softly. Owen shrugged. "I can't dance." He answered.
Lillian put her arms around his shoulders. "Please, I saw you at the club. Please." She begged. Owen gave in, wrapping his arms around Lillian's waist. "You owe me." He whispered in her ear. "Just shut up and listen." Lillian whispered back.