Lily Potter and the Queen of Darkness

Harry Potter, continueing DH nineteen years later.

Part 1.

It was a dark September night, darker than any had been this month. The only sound heard was a cold breeze that created the noise of leaves softly touching each other, and slowly falling to the brown and growl ground. Sometimes there was a very low vibrating sound of thunder, it was soft and long. It brought out fury, as if there hadn’t been happiness in years. At first it seemed as if the graveyard was abandoned, but in front of a completely black gravestone, sat a dark-haired woman. She had scars on her white colored skinny face. She sat on her knees, as if the grave she was standing before was her altar.
‘I will open the secret inside, my lord,’ she whispered, ‘for the power, the glory, the wish, the dream. I will make your dream come true.’ She closed her eyes, and stood up, but kept her head down. For the first time looked up at the gravestone she hadn’t left for nineteen years. Nineteen years of trying to decide how she would bring her master back. Nineteen years of starving and living a great deal of pain, but she hadn’t left. But tonight was the night she was going to leave the grave, tonight was the night she was going to start her journey. Her master always told her, “there is always a way to immortality, no wizard has ever come closer to immortality than I have, and someday i will reach it someday, and you will be the last one standing by my side.” She had never forgotten those words, they were her guide to stay alive. They gave her peace and strength, and the will to continue searching.
For nineteen years not a single soul had visited the grave of the most powerful wizard of all time. None of the followers that had claimed to be loyal to him. Four of them were serving their time in Azkaban.. The rest of them went into hiding or died. Only she had escaped and is still here. She wasn’t being looked for, people assumed she was dead, which made it terribly easy for her to go out free and not having to hide. When people believed they recognized her, they would wonder if they had had enough sleep, for she was dead. All alone, she would find a way to let him return to his rightful place on earth, the leader of all wizards. She held a knife inside her boney fingers, held it tight as she moved it up and down over the grave stone.

“Lord of the darkness please be my guide
before and after my last ride.
I'll be your soldier serving the dark,
riding forever alive and proud.
Into the land of hate and sorrow
there is a place for me,
and for the conquest of justice and honor
I will use my steel.
Over the lakes and over the hills
I follow the call of the wind
soon for the legend and for my king
I will fight and win
Holy flame burn again till I lose my force
for eternity because I want to live serving my king”

She took a last bow for Tom Riddle’s gravestone, turned around and didn’t look back.

Part 2.

2 YEARS LATER


A precious September night, filled with stars and autumn breeze. A little house on a humungous grass filled field, that was starting to loose its green color and started flooding with falling leaves and raindrops, had only one little light coming from the window that was attached to what seemed to be the only the only room on the top floor. It was the time of night that everyone was sleeping, but a little blonde girl had her night light on. She tried to make no sound when she turned the pages of a big black book. A book about how a little boy fought seven years to destroy a powerful but evil wizard and almost gave his life for it. She was so impressed, and felt a bit sad that they did not the mention the name of the boy who had saved all wizards from an evil world.

Tomorrow will be Lily Potter’s first day at Hogwarts school of wizardry and witchcraft, the day she had been looking for ward to ever since her brother James came home four years ago from his first year at Hogwarts. A year later her brother Albus also received his letter. Now, two years later, it was finally Lily’s turn. As she put “The history of Tom riddle” down, she wondered if it was going to be everything her brothers had told her. James kept telling her scary stories about strict teachers and the dark forest. Lily wondered if there even was a dark forest, maybe James was just trying to scare her. Her father told her she shouldn’t believe what James told her, but never answered her when she asked if there really was a dark forest. Lily was starting to worry a little, butterflies were starting to take over her stomach.
She quietly got up from her green bed, and tip-toed over the wooden floor that covered the bottom of her room. She slept in the attic of the house, all alone, her brothers and parents slept on the second floor. Sometimes it scared her a little to be there all alone, it was the darkest room of the house, but she tried to stay tough so her brothers wouldn’t make fun of her. Well actually so that James wouldn’t make fun of her. Albus had never teased her much, but Lily was sure that when he had, he was only trying to impress James. She slowly and quietly dragged herself down the stairs that led to the second floor. She gazed at the door most to the right, the room belonged to her 14-year old brother James. The door next to it was the door that was attached to her other brother’s room, Albus , who turned 13 2 weeks ago. Then there was one door left, the one that belonged to her mother and father. She tried not to make a sound as she slowly opened the door a little bit and popped her head into the room.

‘Daddy?’ Lily whispered, as she slowly walked towards the right side of the bed where her father was sleeping. There was no reply, only the soft sound of heavy breathing, that almost turned into snoring. Lily climbed on the bed and softly walked over her sleeping father, and put herself down in between her father and mother. She covered herself up with the blanket at the end of the bed and closed her eyes. She was eleven years old, but still felt most comfortable surrounded by her parents.
That night she had a dream. She dreamt she was in a dark forest, the way James had described it to her, sitting on dirty ground filled with sand and fallen leaves. Her face was covered in mud and blood. The wind blew the leaves around like a little tornado. She was surrounded by black creatures, they had no bodies, they had no faces. They were like black capes that floated around her. She had never been so unhappy, her skin felt ice cold and tears ran down her face. She wanted to run away, but instead she just sat their on the ground, with her arms wrapped her pulled up legs, moving back and forward not making a sound. The dark creatures calmly gazed around her in circles, though they were not harming her. She tried to think of something happy, but it was as if there was nothing happy in her mind. She heard a strange whispering sound, it was a language she could not understand. It was a dark language, she sensed it, the words that were being spoken gave her shivers. Suddenly the dark creatures all raced towards her, as if they had gotten a sign to finally attack. One by one the faceless capes started sucking her soul out, though she didn’t feel anything. She just kept sitting there, she still hadn’t moved, it was as if she was stuck to the muddy ground. Then she fell over and landed on her back, and finally she was able to make a sound.