part 3
N/A: Lily Evans Potter and Zaorva meeting each other. I have lots of feelings about canon Lily.
“It’s all you ever dream of?” the woman asked the other. The woman is paying more attention to the designs of the house, forever stench with the depravity of nobility. “Is all worthy in the end, Lily Evans Potter?”
The woman’s thick red hair could have been considered pretty if it was in another time. Now, her hair is covering half of her face, the only visible eye is red, puffy, and has a noticeable bag under it. Lily Evans was a beauty in the past.
“Are you...death?” Lily asked empty, monotone. Her baby, Harry, is sleeping unaware of everything while her husband is out doing whatever he wants to. Like always.
“Death? No, no...but you’ll see her eventually, don´t worry,” the woman states in a soothing tone. A nice promise. It will be over soon, don´t worry. “I could tell you my name but I doubt you could say it,”
Lily didn´t move. “If I´m going to die...what I have to lose?”
“Ok, my name is Zaorva,” Zaorva states and watches as Lily can´t pronounce the name, she’s not disappointed. “don´t worry, the magic of this place is so moribund, no one could ever say my name...let alone my primordial name, but, you can call me Kitty,” the woman promised.
Lily says nothing. Lowering her head as more of her red hair falls, Lily Evans was a pretty teen, now, she’s an undone mother.
“Did I make the right choice?” Lily asked. “I have 21 years old and any minute death will knock on my door and I...long to embrace death...why? Why I long for such cold embrace?” Lily hissed through her teeth, too tired to even feel anger.
Zaorva/Kitty studies the woman.
“Easy, you marry the most chauvinist man in a magic community who hasn´t updated in 1600, oh, they can pretend there´s reformation, but, come on...you really think Lily Evans would get a good job on her own?” Kitty asked with her eyes still lingering.
Lily says nothing.
“This house...this very house belongs to your husband, and his family, not you. Even if the divorce was an option, you would leave with nothing, you know this.” Kitty states still in a calm tone.
“Can I return in time? Maybe I should have gone with Snape,” Lily starts crying, sobbing as there´s no more eye to see. All Lily is now is just a sobbing woman almost falling on the small chair.
Lily Evans was such a pretty girl.
Lily Potter is such a dead woman.
“Who is Lily Evans? Are you just defined by the men in your life? James´s trophy wife, Severus´s best friend, Harry’s mother? If you could return in time, you would be in the same place, different husband, same scenario,” Kitty states once again, calmly.
“So...I must really wait for Death,”
Zaorva narrows her eyes, “the fact you accept my word at face value tells me a lot, you don´t want to escape, you want to end this all...because the world is far cruel for someone who had such dangerous naïve ideas,” Kitty states.
“You could escape with Harry, flee from this country, anything, but you sit and waits...you wait for my sister more than you want to continue this conversation,” Zaorva rose from the chair.
Tall and powerful, as only life can be.
The commotion downstairs can be heard. As someone is climbing towards the door.
A person with a cold hand lands on Lily’s shoulder. “Don´t worry, I´m here...this will end in a minute,” Lily sees Death.
Lily sees HIM.
Lily protects her husband’s son with all her soul.
Death guides Lily Potter.
Death is the only certainty in life.