Lily Evens: Pure Blood

DONT own! This is the new version of the failed first version. it is better written than the last one because my writing style has greatly improved and Lily Evans no longer is a little Mary-Sue, she's much more than that now, and hopefully this new version is MUCH better than the old one. Well, enough with my babbling! On with the first chapter, please leave kind reviews, I hate flamers and tend to blow up on them and loose my muse for writing.

Summary: Lily's real parents were murdered when she was five. She went to live with her dad's brother John, Aunt Tulip, and her cousin Petunia. John and Tulip know of the magic because Tulip is a half blood squib, whose parents were a pure blood and a Muggle, John was a rare pure blood Squib; he had a twin brother named Jack Evans who was a wizard.

AN: first chapter in Tulips perspective.

Chapter 1 Bonding

I shot out of bed. There was a sound of a six-year-old child crying, I knew at once it was Lily, my niece.

I quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb my still slumbering husband. I quietly, and hurriedly, padded through the dark hallway that was normally lit a bright amethyst color.

I tiptoed past Petunia's room, careful not to disturb her and stopped outside of Lily's room.

Before I opened the already opened mahogany door so I could peek a look inside. I realized Lily had stopped crying. I peeked in and saw my seven-year-old daughter, rubbing Lily's back, her mouth was moving and I could barely catch the whisper that she spoke to her.

"It's okay Lily, I miss them too, but we still have each other, and we always will. You and me, were like sisters, got that? No matter what anyone says." I watched a Lily's emerald eyes sparkled and the two girls hugged.

I smiled, watching the exchange between my two girls. My niece and my daughter. A warm feeling spread throughout my heart.

I did not need magic to be happy. Sure, my parents didn't care that I was a squib, then why should I? I had all the magic I desired right here, with my family.

I knew Lily still had memories of her parents, memories that I knew I could not take away from her. She has always known me as Aunt Tulip, and that was good for me.

"Hi Aunt Tulip." I heard Lily say, I smiled as I walked into the room.

"Hey Lils, Pet." I said, greeting my two girls. Lily was still in her bed; her covers sprawled around her hips, Petunia laid next to her, her brown hair in a mess just like Lily's. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I asked Lily, who merely nodded.

"Do you want me to read to you?" I asked her, she loved it when I read the stories out of The Tales of Beedle the Bard

"YEA!" the two girls chorused, as Petunia snuggled under the covers as I went to Lily's bookshelf and extracted their favorite book.

"What story do we want to hear tonight?" I asked them as they responded.

"The Three Brothers." They said eagerly, it was their favorite story, I should have guessed they would pick it.

"Your favorite, why should I have even asked?" I said as the two girls giggles. I opened right up to the page and began.

"There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight." I began as their faces broke out into a smile.

"In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water.

They were halfway across when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

Lily spoke, "How is that? If Death was speaking to them, and he was angry, wouldn't the anger be shown in his voice. Like when you're angry, me and Pet automatically know it because your voice is raised. Wouldn't they know something was up when he offered them a prize for evading him?" she asked. I smiled; she was intuitive, just like her mother, always asking questions.

I smiled, "Who knows, maybe Beedle didn't really think that through." I said.

"Or he could have been thinking about it, like how I'm always mad at Dursely, I don't outright yell at him, I think of all the things I could do to him." Petunia said. Vernon Dursely was a boy in her grade who always picked on Petunia; usually it was pulling on her braids or just making her annoyed. It reminded me much of John and I before we even got together. He was an arrogant prat, but that was because he liked me, of course he made that perfectly clear when he would ask me repeatedly to go out with him when we were thirteen. After a while he matured and I finally went on a date with him, then well, know where here, and as happy as ever.

"You might be right, but he still would have sounded angry." Lily persisted; she was as headstrong as her father was.

"Shh!" Petunia said.

"You're the one talking." Lily whispered and I could not help but laugh.

"Please continue, mum." Petunia said, clamping her hand over Lily's mouth so she would not continue to speak.

I gave a slight chuckle.

"EWWWW! Lily! That was bloody disgusting!" she shouted, wiping her hand on the sheets.

"Well don't go rubbing it on my sheets! I sleep in these; don't wipe your hand on them!" Lily said, trying to swat her hand.

"It's your spit." Petunia replied, still wiping her hand.

"Girls, if we can't behave I won't read anymore." I said in my best possible stern voice, which was really hard since the entire scene was outright funny.

"NO!" they shouted.

"We'll behave." Petunia said, smiling.

"Promise!" Lily added as they wrapped they laid back down on the bed facing me.

"Okay then…" I said, eyeing them and continued to read.

"So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of the wizard who had conquered death! So Death crossed to an Elder Tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts.

In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.

The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.

That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The thief took the wand, and for good measure slit the oldest brother's throat.

And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally, the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.

And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, as equals, they departed this life."

I looked up from the book and saw the two girls fast asleep. I put the book down on Lily's nightstand and kissed the two girls on top of the head, and pulled the blankets up to their chins. I smiled down upon them and walked out, and back into my room

"How is she?" I heard my husband mumble next to me as I climbed into bed.

"She's fine, Pet was with her so I read them The Three Brothers and know they're fast asleep." I said, snuggling up against him, "Pet called themselves sisters." I said, recalling the memory before Lily saw me.

"They are like sisters, their practically inseparable," He replied.

"They say that now, but when their older, forget, if they act like sisters, they're sure to fight like them. I have a feeling we will be breaking up their fights in a few years time." I responded.

"And when Lily goes off to Hogwarts?" John asked. I would be lying if I said I had not thought of the possibility that Lily possessed magic. I already seen her perform magic, it was the day that her parents had died, she was in the garden and unknowingly changed all the red roses to black. When I saw that, I quickly ushered her inside and called a magical friend of mine to fix the roses, I would not want the neighbors to see them. It could have been worse; she could have done something big that would cause the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to come in.

"You and I both know that she possesses magic." I replied, looking at him.

"Yes, but does she know that?" He asked.

I sighed; Rose and Jack had gone into hiding when Lily was three, living among Muggles, with the exception of play dates between her and James, her betrothed, though they did not know that. "No, she's been raised with Muggles for the past three years; she wouldn't remember any magic that would have occurred around her." I replied.

"Then that's what we'll do then, love." He responded, "When she gets her owl, we'll tell her everything, agreed?" He asked, looking at me with his blue eyes."

"Agreed." And with that we fell asleep.

Well there you have it! A nice first chapter of 2,396 words compared to the original chapter, which was probably, only like 200 words. Well, hope you enjoyed it, I'm still working on the next chapter, but after that it should be smooth sailing, though I do have other Harry Potter stories I desperately need to work on… if only I could somehow do all my homework in less than an hour, then maybe I'd have more time to write…Hey Hermione…

Hermione: NO! You may not borrow my time turner.

Me: but my homework needs to be finished as early as possible! I could easily do work then take it with me and go back in time and do it that way!

Hermione: and then they're would be more of you coming back to one time period, how would that work out exactly? Hmm

Me: Why do you have to be so smart….grr, anyways! Please review; it will make me a very happy camper! In addition, maybe give me more inspiration to write!

Love you all,

Morgan

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