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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N- I really intended for this to be a one-shot, but I had a few sparks of inspiration, mostly from my scheming, dreaming mind, and decided to try continuing this. My apologies if this gets cut short, due to my extreme stress levels at the moment, and the many things I am forced to juggle lately.
Also, there will be much more plot, and less smut (but still some, you naughty puppies). So heads up.

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Chapter Two

For a long time after he left, Sister Lily stood at the top of the hill, staring at the road on which the fancy black car had snaked smoothly away.
Something was�off.
Something was just not right, something was wrong.
Something was nagging at the back of her mind�
Sister Lily momentarily felt her breath quicken. Could that man have been a part of her past?
For three years, she had lived as a nun at Joyful Convent. A nun with no recollection of her past, no memory of who she was or where she had come from. The only hint to her past life had been the necklace around her neck, with the elegant dragon and beautiful lily carved into the front of it.
Unconsciously, she lifted the necklace to her nose, and took a gentle whiff of it.
Somehow, it always smelled incredibly sweet. Like some kind of flower that Sister Lily could not place.
Had she come from a home where she had once kept a beautiful garden of flowers? Could that man have been her friend, relative, or maybe even lover?
No, Sister Lily thought to herself, shaking herself out of her trance. That man had said that she was not the person whom he had been searching for.
However, as Sister Lily led the children indoors to learn algebra from the fearsome Sister Elizabeth, Sister Lily couldn�t help but wonder just how many Sister Lily�s there were, and couldn�t shake the image of his face from her mind.
Something had been stirring behind those grey eyes, an emotion Sister Lily could not name or recognize.
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Draco was out at work.
Ginny looked out the window of their pleasant suburban house with a dreamy smile on her face as she patted her swollen belly.
It was to be a girl, a darling, beautiful girl.
Oh, how proud the little baby�s grandparents would be! The Weasleys were not often graced with daughters, and it was rather ironic that Molly�s only daughter�s first born would be a girl.
She looked over her coffee cup at a framed picture of her and Draco.
It was their wedding picture. They were standing side by side, Ginny leaning into Draco�s chest and smiling a radiantly happy smile. On Draco�s face was a kind of half-smile, and his arm was loosely draped her shoulders.
Ginny sighed. Sometimes she didn�t understand him at all. He never seemed fully happy when she was with him, not even in their most passionate moments of sex.
Around her, and more and more so, he seemed to be responding to her mechanically, and his mind always seemed to be somewhere else.
But he loved her, right? That�s why he�d said �Yes� when she�d asked him to marry her, right?
Ginny sighed once again.
She looked down at her belly.
�It may not really be his, but at least this will ensure that he stays with me forever.�
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Sister Lily smiled down at Nancy, the little orphan girl, who had been dumped at their doorstep about three days ago.
Nancy was not much of a talker. She was shy and quiet, with impossibly large, black eyes, and raven black hair. She was small and thin, and across her pale face was dusted the lightest of freckles. Nobody knew just why Nancy had been left at Joyful Convent, and nobody had bothered to try and find out. Cases like hers were definitely not unusual.
�Good morning, Nancy. How may I help you?� Sister Lily kindly asked the girl, who was looking up at her with those eyes that seemed to be searching her soul.
It was about nine o�clock in the morning, and Nancy should have been at the outing to the zoo that the rest of the children were at.
After a long pause, in which Sister Lily rather uncomfortably shifted her weight, Nancy finally spoke. �You�re not one of them either, are you?�
Made more dramatic by the fact that Nancy had spoken a complete sentence opposed to �Water,� or �Hungry�, Sister Lily felt rather taken aback by the strange question.
�Excuse me? I�m afraid I don�t understand you,� Sister Lily said, worry crossing her face.
�I said you�re not one of them. You�re not a�muggle,� she said, whispering the last, foreign word with a furtive glance around her.
�I�m a ... a what?� Sister Lily said, thinking that she had heard the girl incorrectly.
�You�re not a muggle!� Nancy repeated, exasperation clearly written across her face. �It�s rather obvious. I�ve heard all about you from the other children, and no muggle could have lived through what you did. Besides, I can feel the aura radiating off of you. You�re definitely not a muggle, even if you�re not pureblooded. You�re probably just a mudblood like me.�
Sister Lily was rather speechless, after all, she had just witnessed a complete paragraph of absolutely ridiculous words coming from Nancy�s mouth, and for a moment she worried about her sanity.
�Mudblood whore��
The voice whispered from somewhere far away, deep in the furthest corners of her memory.
Although Sister Lily chastised herself for thinking such odd and inappropriate words, and sent an apologetic prayer up to the Lord, she couldn�t help but wonder at the words. Did they hold some key to her past?
However, Sister Lily drew herself out of her reverie and realized that she�d have to answer the strange words of Nancy somehow or another.
�I�m afraid I don�t know what you�re talking about, Nancy. Would you like a glass of lemonade?�
Nancy stared at Sister Lily for a long time.
�My father left me here because I was evidence of the shame of what he did. Because I was a mudblood. And even though my mother, my real mother, that is, tried to let him allow me to stay at home as at least a servant girl, he wouldn�t listen to her. His wife had a baby on the way, he had a reputation to uphold, and I was unwanted. I just thought that maybe I still had a hope of not being completely excommunicated from the Magical world, but you have to be an ass about it,� she said coolly, and strode away before Sister Lily could process what she had just said, or reprimand her for her language.
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Sister Abby paced back and forth in her study, sweat beads beginning to gather on her forehead.
She had prayed. She had fasted. She had begged for answers, and yet her god seemed so distant and silent.
Sister Beatrice to the nuns could be analogous to the President of the United States to all the citizens of America. She was respected and revered beyond all other nuns, and her word became law.
Sister Abby, the head nun of Joyful Convent, feared because Sister Beatrice herself would soon be coming to her convent to inspect its work and workers.
She was confident about almost every single detail in her pride and joy, her convent, except for one thing.
Or perhaps, more correctly stated, one person:
Sister Lily, the nun without a past.
For three years, she had peacefully served as a humble and pleasant nun. She had been to all the masses, helped touch and take care of countless children, and even managed to fix a leaky roof once or twice. She was young and energetic, and highly enthusiastic.
However, there was one big problem.
She was thoroughly inspected after being discovered, for any marks that might give clues to her identity, or any past illnesses.
Her results had shown that she was an exceptionally healthy person, was unmarked, except for a rather small scar on her right hip�and was decidedly not a virgin.
It was common knowledge that one could not be a nun if she was not wholly pure, but Sister Abby had made a temporary exception for Sister Lily, who had been so enthusiastic and willing to devote her life to the Lord.
�Besides, who would ever know?� she had asked herself. �As long as she has the right heart to serve the Lord, why should I stop her? Surely the Lord erased her memory for his own reasons, and allowed her to be born again into His loving arms.�
But word had recently reached her that after an incident in which a nun had been found having an affair with a gardener, that Sister Beatrice was checking into the past records of every single nun, which would mean that Sister Lily�s past would be revealed.
Surely she would be chastised and cast away from her convent, which she had so lovingly nurtured for so many years, for allowing such a woman who was obviously not a virgin to become a nun! Her convent would be passed on to some other nun, and she would be shunned and disgraced!
Sister Abby set her mouth in a grim line.
She could not allow this to happen. She would have to take action.
How would she get out of this horrible ordeal? Sister Beatrice was to arrive in three days time.
�In three days, I shall have to completely erase Sister Lily from my convent,� she said to herself softly, as she cast a glance into the dancing flames in her fireplace.
She shuddered, the dancing flames of heat bringing to mind a certain place in the afterlife that she would hate to end up in.
After carefully plotting out an intricate plan, she fell to her knees to beg forgiveness.
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�Attention, all nuns! Please leave all children in the care of Sister Lily, and everyone else report to a meeting in the private study of Sister Abby! Immediately!�
Sister Lily looked up from the papers she had been correcting, wonder in her eyes as she pondered what could have happened to cause Sister Abby to call a meeting with all the nuns except for her.
�They�ll probably tell me later, and are leaving me with the children because I work well with most of them. I�m sure they�ll fill me in later.�
Reassuring herself, Lily quickly and skillfully gathered all the children into the gym, and allowed them to play jump rope and ball.
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�My fellow sisters, you may be wondering as to why I have called a meeting here, while explicitly excluding one sister.�
All the nuns seated in a semicircle around her desk gave curt nods, some looking worried while others just looked plainly confused.
�You see, a horrible fact has been brought to my attention. I have very good reason to believe that Lily,� she paused for a long moment, allowing her exclusion of the word �sister� to sink into her fellow nuns before continuing, �is currently in an affair with the milkman.�
There was a collective gasp from all the nuns, as quiet murmuring broke out across the room.
�Surely not Sister Lily��
�She was so sweet and so kind��
�I can�t believe this��
�My beloved sisters, I can confirm the words of Sister Abby. I reported it to her just this morning. Today, at about six o�clock in the morning, I saw Lily and the milkman�together,� said Sister Sarah, with a pained expression on her face.
This was a blatant lie, of course, but she was the only other nun that knew the horrible truth about Lily�s past sex life, and knew that Lily had to be gotten rid of. She was the closest friend of Sister Abby, and together they had come up with the ridiculous accusation.
All the nuns gasped as the �truth� sank in. Some looked shocked, while others looked angry and disdainful.
�As you all know, Sister Beatrice will be coming in just two day�s time to inspect our beloved convent. She is inspecting all of the sisters, and we cannot be found with such a nun in our midst. Surely none of you here wish to be disgraced and thrown out into the streets? As long as Lily is in our convent as a sister, we are all in danger of losing our cherished places in this convent,� Sister Abby said solemnly.
The nuns nodded in agreement.
�So now, we must absolutely take action. There is no other way, then to be rid of Sister Lily forever,� Sister Abby said.
The nuns were all shocked to hear the horrible words, but a few of them began to nod in agreement.
�We all know that Sister Beatrice stays away from the news, for she knows that the press is often deceitful and publish stories full of sinful doings. Therefore, she will not have read the article that was written by that horrible pest of a reporter, Skita Reeter. As far as she knows, Sister Lily has never even existed.
�Besides, she has no close friends or families. No one knows or cares about her. She is the girl without a past. Therefore, if she is dispensed of, no one will know of it. So we must make our move tonight, and ensure that none of the children expose our doings.
�We will poison her.�
The nuns did not even look surprised anymore. They all simply held looks of grim agreement on their faces. Not a single woman in the room shifted.
�We will use our swiftest poison�after all, we must not be inhumane. After doing so, we will cast her into the ocean, with a rock attached to her foot. She will not be rescued from the angry waves a second time.
�After that, all we must do is convince the children that she ran away and left them, and make it seem that she left because of them. This will somber them enough to keep them of speaking of her while Sister Beatrice is here. We will also set in place severe punishments for any child that does speak of her.�
Sister Abby looked around at all of her fellow nuns. On each of their faces was a grim resolve. She knew that she had pulled it off.
�Come, let us pray for forgiveness.�
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Sister Jenny paced around the pantry, a distraught look of pain upon her face.
She, of all the nuns, had been closest to Sister Lily.
They were the two youngest nuns in the convent, and had actually become rather close friends in the three years that Sister Lily had been living in the convent.
Knowing full well of the friendly relationship between Jenny and Lily, Sister Abby had insisted that Sister Jenny be the one to ready the poison and administer it to Sister Lily. It was a test of her devotion and faithfulness.
Where did her loyalties lie?
Something was nagging at the back of her mind, something was telling her that Lily was innocent, that she would never have committed adultery with the milkman, as dashing as he was.
She knew this especially well because she was having an affair with the milkman, and he simply did not have any opportunities to have an affair with Sister Lily.
Besides, she had actually been planning to run away with him and get married. He loved her deeply as well, and she knew he could never commit adultery with Sister Lily!
Sister Jenny wrung her hands.
But what could she do?
All the other nuns sincerely believed what Sister Abby and Sister Sarah had told them all. If she did not comply with their wishes, surely she would be the one to be poisoned alongside Sister Lily, rotting at the bottom of the ocean with a rock tied around her ankle!
Fear gripped Sister Jenny�s heart.
She could not betray Sister Lily, but she could not ignore the other nuns.
Carefully, she walked over to the wall, and expertly located a hidden panel. It slid smoothly aside, and inside were herbs and poisons of all varieties. Herbs to heal, herbs to kill.
She carefully selected three, took out the necessary amounts of each, and put them into her little bowl. After a momentary pause, she also took out another herb, a light green one, and added some of that to her bowl.
Carefully, she took the ingredients to her plain room, and began to mix and mash them.
Finally, she strained them through water, and put the poison in a jar.
�This won�t kill you, dearest sister, but it will make you seem dead for a very long time. To completely recover from this, you will need medical assistance within forty eight hours, or you will surely die. I will do all I can to ensure that the rock is not firmly tied to your foot.
�God spared you once before. Let us pray that He will save you one more time. I can do no more for you, friend. I apologize�Oh, Lord, I apologize�for having to do this to you�God obviously has big plans for you�oh, may He spare you from the malicious wishes of our fellow Sisters��
With that, she fell to her knees in tears and cried out to the Lord for her friend.
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Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
�Yes?� asked the stewardess, looking extremely annoyed as she walked up to the man who had been pressing his little button which would ring a bell to summon her.
Her annoyed expression immediately dropped, however, when she saw who was sitting in the seat.
He was an incredibly handsome man, with dark hair that fell over his olive-skinned face carelessly, creating a sexy effect. His eyes were the most stunning shade of blue, almost purple, that she had ever seen before. He was lean and long, and seemed very well muscled. The man was dressed immaculately in a black business suit, and everything about him was rather dark and mysterious.
�Yes, how may I help you?� she asked a bit more sweetly this time.
�Do you have any refreshments on this jet?� he asked. His voice was a deep baritone, which sent excited shivers up and down the stewardess�s back. The man had had to book a flight on this not-quite-top-notch private jet, due to the fact that he was anxious to return home and was not up to waiting for two more days in Norway for his private jet to arrive.
�Why, yes. Would you like champagne or perhaps wine, Sir��
�Zabini. Blaise Zabini,� said Blaise nonchalantly, quite unabashedly looking the stewardess up and down, and apparently liking what he saw. She looked to be in her late twenties, with platinum blonde hair, light blue eyes, a vacant smile to accompany her vacant eyes, bright pink lips, a short, short skirt, and long legs, made longer by the stilettos that extended straps that entwined around her perfectly smooth legs.
She looked like a Barbie.
�Well, Mr. Zabini, perhaps you�d like a different kind of�refreshment�� she said, licking her lips seductively as she stared avidly at a certain part of his body.
�We�ll have to see about that,� he said, pulling her into him and kissing her shamelessly as he began to stick his hand up the front of her uniform.
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Sister Lily had just tucked the last of the children into bed, when Sister Sarah poked her head into the plain room, in which about twelve beds were placed close together.
�Li�Sister Lily,� she called, frowning.
Sister Lily looked up, surprise on her face. She had been expecting someone to contact her about the contents of the emergency meeting immediately, but every time she had attempted to ask one of the other nuns about what had happened, they all either seemed to not hear her or were too busy to speak to her.
�Yes?� she said, a bit upset at the delay, but relieved none the less to finally hear from a nun.
�Please come with me,� Sister Sarah said rather tartly.
Sister Lily, frowning softly, kissed Dorothy on the forehead, wishing her a good night, before following after Sister Sarah, who was walking rapidly out the doorway and into the hallway.
Contrary to Sister Lily�s expectations, Sister Sarah walked right past her private study, and instead through the doors that led outdoors, away from the now quiet sleeping quarters of the children.
�Sister Sarah, is something wrong?� Sister Lily asked frowning, wondering at why Sister Sarah was leading her towards the path into the forest, which would eventually lead to a sheer cliff overlooking the great ocean, that was now cold and seemed relentless and angry in its constant tossing and turning.
Sister Sarah did not address her question, but simply kept striding along very briskly. �Follow along, and don�t ask questions,� she finally said, not bothering to turn around.
Finally, Sister Lily began to see through the thick branches of the trees, whose branches looked so pretty in the spring sun, but now looked menacing and evil, that at the clearing ahead was a flickering light, such as that of a torch.
Finally, Sister Lily and Sister Sarah stepped out of the woods, and Sister Lily felt suddenly very uncomfortable, as she was face to face with all twelve of the nuns, all looking distinctly angry at her.
Sister Harriet was holding a torch, which cast eerie shadows over everyone�s faces.
�Grab her,� said the nun standing directly in front of her, Sister Abby.
Sister Lily quickly turned around, and realized that she was now surrounded on every side by nuns. Eyes wide and paralyzed in fear and shock, before she knew it, two had grabbed her by the arms and forced her to kneel on the ground.
�Pry open her mouth.�
Sister Lily fought bitterly against the surprisingly strong nuns, but to no avail.
�Force her to��
�Sister Abby, shouldn�t we read her the charges first?� suggested Sister Harriet, the one with the torch.
Sister Abby sighed. The quicker this was over with, the better. But she had to make this believable.
�Fine. This night, at the twenty first hour of Thursday, we have gathered here to eradicate the evil seductress within our midst; Lily. We have several witnesses to her affair with the milkman, Mr. Bourkdins, and will now bring upon the adulteress Divine Justice.�
Lily, who was clearly no longer considered a nun by her peers, gasped as she heard the ridiculous charges. She bit the hand of the nun forcing her mouth opened, and screamed, �Lies! Lies! Never have I ever committed such heinous deeds!�
Sister Jenny looked at the ground, pain all over her face. She was pretty sure that Lily knew of her affair with the milkman, as she had hinted at it playfully in the past. Lily had kept her secret well, and supported her once or twice by covering for her when her presence was needed. Would she rat her out now? Surely ratting her out would clear her of all charges.
Slowly she forced herself to look into the eyes of her best friend.
In those eyes, she found horror, pleading, and shock.
�Please! Ask Sister Jenny, ask anyone! I would never commit such an act��
Smack.
Lily gasped as a hand was brought down quickly across her face.
Sister Abby stood before her, chest heaving and eyes gleaming insanely.
�Do not speak, wretched wench! You no longer deserve the privilege! You are just a dirty animal, and must be destroyed immediately! For far too long have you been corrupting this precious convent and the minds of all in it! Sister Jenny, give her the poison now!�
Sister Jenny turned pale and began to shake visibly, clutching hard the flask in her hand.
Lily was giving her the look of utmost pain.
�DO IT, NOW!� roared Sister Abby, turning extremely red, as flecks of spittle splattered across Lily�s face.
Sister Jenny took a slow step forward, and uncorked the flask.
Oh God, oh Sister Lily, please, please forgive me! She thought to herself as she took another slow step. She would not do Lily the injustice of breaking their eye contact.
Lily�s mouth was being forced open by two nuns, but her eyes remained locked onto Sister Jenny�s. There was a stern resolve in those deep brown eyes.
I won�t betray you, even if you betrayed me, they said.
Tears flowing freely down her cheeks, Sister Jenny finally stepped up to Lily, and gently poured the deadly liquid down her throat, a nun pinching Lily�s nose shut so that she would be forced to swallow.
The vile liquid ran down her front and soaked the front of her black nun�s robes, and her eyes filled with tears as indescribable pain raced throughout her body, burning her throat, stomach, and heart.
A cold sensation filtered throughout Lily�s entire body, as her eyelids slowly fluttered shut and her heart began to slow its frantic beating.
She fell limp to the earth.
�Check the pulse,� ordered Sister Abby, who seemed completely indifferent to the fact that she had just ordered and seen committed a murder.
Sister Sarah bent down, picked up Lily�s arm, and felt at the wrist for a heartbeat.
She could find none.
Sister Jenny breathed a quiet breath of momentary relief. Either her concoction had worked and Lily was not really dead, but very close to it, or she had overdosed the potion and Lily was actually dead. She dropped the flask from her shaking hand.
�Strip her of any clothing that would identify her as a nun,� said Sister Abby, a cold glimmer in her eyes.
It was done in a manner of moments, and Lily soon lay in merely her undergarments; her socks, bra, underwear, and a loose tank top.
The nuns� faces remained cold and indifferent.
�Now, tie a rock to her foot,� Sister Abby instructed. In her voice was the smallest hint of devilish enjoyment.
Sister Jenny quickly made her way forward, and attached the predetermined rock to Hermione�s foot with a knot she had learned a long time ago as a little child; one that would come undone, if it was twisted to the left.
It looked exceedingly sturdy, and would hold until Hermione reached the water, in which hopefully the current would whip her body around until she eventually came loose.
What else could she have done for her friend in this insane circumstance?
A tear from her eyes landed gently on Lily�s nose. She dared not show the tenderness of wiping it away.
May God watch over you, and save you just one more time. I�m so sorry, my friend. It should be me lying on the cold forest ground, not you�but I was too weak�
The nuns ceremoniously circled around her, and five picked her up, one for each arm, one for each foot, and Sister Jenny carrying the rock carefully so the knot would not come undone.
At the edge of the cliff, they paused.
�We have done no wrong,� Sister Abby said coldly, and with two swings, Lily was momentarily suspended in the air, and then fell with increasing speed to the cold, angry grey waters, which swallowed her up in an instant.
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