Lily Evans

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

     I tried to talk to that friend of my mum's after the funeral but I didn't get a chance. Once all the people that wanted to say something had spoken we moved outside; there were two large, marble coffins placed just outside the small building. They were right next to each other, with only a few centimetres space between. On top of the coffins there was engraved:

Rose Evans 

(1956-1995)

and

Andrew Evans 

(1955-1995)

     Though when I stepped closer I saw the 1995 change to 2013, which would probably only be seen by those who knew the truth. A few metres away from where we all stood was large, six-foot-deep hole, easily wide enough to hold two coffins side by side. Everyone stood to one side in silence whilst Dumbledore and  Lupin levitated the two coffins and guided them smoothly into the hole together. They then filled it with a mysteriously golden substance similar to soil, and summoned a large, shining marble plate that covered the whole top of where the hole once was. Dumbledore, with his magnificent Elder Wand in hand, started to carve into the plate. We all stepped closer when he had finished to acknowledge what it said.

___________________________RIP___________________________

Rose Evans (nee Weasley)______and______Andrew Evans 

born March 1st 156_____________________born October 12th 1955 

____________________died August 26th 1995____________________

A couple loved so dearly; they're burning legacy will never be distinguished

      Again when I stepped closer, their date of death changed to October 31st 2013, which then I realized was unnervingly the same date as Harry's parents. I looked over at Sirius and Remus, who wouldn't have known that my parents died on October 31st but must be able to see the changed date. Their eyes were locked on the date, worried recognition clearly visible across their faces. But then another thing came barrelling into my mind, I quickly glanced back at my mothers name: 'Rose Evans (nee Weasley)'. Weasley! My mother was related to the Weasley's! That can't be right, it must be another family of Weasley's, just a coincidence, I thought, though still rushed over to Molly for my thoughts to be confirmed.

     "My mother wasn't... related to your family was she?" Molly looked down at me, sorrow turning to confusing, turning to surprise in her eyes.

     "Yes, she was Arthur's sister. I'm sorry, I thought you knew. Though I shouldn't of assumed such a thing, barely any one knows." I shook my head, trying to clear it. What does this mean? I'm Molly and Arthur's niece, and Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill's cousin. I better not find out my dad was related Harry's mum, otherwise things would get really, really weird. And why did Mrs Weasley say barely anyone knows?

     "But why don't many people know? And my mother grew up in France, not England, so how could they be brother and sister??"

     "I don't feel like that's my place to talk to you about, Arthur very rarely talks about it, so I think you should ask him yourself." Mrs Weasley's eyes watched me with what looked like sorrow as I hurried over to Arthur, I needed to know the truth.

     "Why did my mother grow up separately from you when you were siblings, and why did Mrs Weasley say not many people know she was your sister?" Arthur looked down at me, thoroughly taken aback, and I realized I had come on quite alarmingly.

     "Did you only just find out?" I nodded, but his look of alarm didn't go away. "Your mother grew up in France with my grandparents, but Bilius and I grew up here with our parents. It was very strange, she was only seven when she moved. I found out it was because of my grandparents. They thought my mother was ill fit to care for children and didn't agree with their son marrying her, my mother loved Muggle things just like me, whereas my grandparents were proud pure-bloods. They said they saw the direction my mother had sent me and Bilius and that Rose was bound to do the same, especially since mothers have bigger influences over their daughters than sons. They had taken a bigger liking to Rose than Bilius and I  and my grandmother was always saying how she could see Rose was going to be exceptionally bright, brighter than any of us. I remember my mother refusing but my father trying to convince her. He was scared of them, and he was right to be - when they arrived there was lots of shouting, and crying from Rose, and then my grandfather pulled out a wand, and they left. I didn't see her much afterwards until she left France." I saw Arthur was trembling, his eyes were filled with unspilling tears. I felt the impression he had told that story very few times.

     My head couldn't stop spinning, all the things I had learned in the past week, they made everything else my life has been for the past sixteen years a lie. One big, confusing lie. I tried sorting through all my new knowledge, and seeing my new life through that since I love for things to be organized. So, my parents, my brother and I are wizards (/witches). My parents travelled seventeen years into the future to escape Voldemort, and they were part of the Order of the Phoenix. My mother was Arthur Weasley's sister and so I am his niece. I go to Hogwarts, I am in Gryffindor. My parents died exactly thirty two years after Harry's, even though they died in the past when they were from the future. Okay, that last bit didn't help at all.

     When I looked up again at Arthur I found he was still looking at me with mild alarm. "Thank you for telling me Mr Weasley." He nodded silently and shuffled away. After a few moments I saw his back start to shake and I realized I had just asked him to retell how his sister had been brutally taken away from him at his sister's funeral. I wanted to go an comfort my new uncle but I knew it was better not to, so I made myself walk in the other direction.

     Dumbledore said I could say something at the end if I wanted, but he understood if I didn't, and I didn't. I had known my parents: muggles in the 21st century, but all these people had known wizards from the 20th century. I don't know why the century difference changes how I feel but it does. This funeral had helped me realize who my parents were in the wizarding world, but I wasn't ready to share who they were in my world, my world before it was turned upside down and shaken like a rattle.

     While everyone was leaving, they each placed flowers and letters on top of the plaque, though they were all careful to not cover up the still blazing words in the middle. Molly handed me a bouquet of dozens of different types of delicate white flowers, there was a string of pearls around it that I took off and shaped (with some difficulty) to form 'MUM'. I placed it directly underneath the engraved words and silently walked away to where Dumbledore was waiting. Sammy was standing beside Molly and Arthur, clutching on to both of their hands. He looked up at me eagerly, I smiled and then knelt down to give him a hug. "Behave yourself for Molly and Arthur, I'll see you at Christmas!" Earlier, after talking to Arthur, I had asked Molly if when they get back, at some point she could explain to Sammy how he's related to the Weasleys, though I'm sure he wouldn't find it confusing, and it would make him feel more at home with Molly and Arthur.

     I said goodbye to everyone else and then Dumbledore and I apparated back to Hogsmeade. As we were making our way back, I realized I felt a lot better. Placing the bouquet and flowers had helped me, like I've accepted my parent's death. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. When we got back to the castle, in was only mid afternoon, so people were still in class. Dumbledore told me I didn't need to attend my last class, so I began walking back up to the common room. 

     "Hey, it's Potter's girlfriend!" came a drawled, familiar voice from behind me.