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The Rise of the Meretrix	By : NormalMannn Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 9361 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Gliding around the kitchen, Lily kept humming to herself as she prepared breakfast. As she was preparing the morning coffee, her eyes fell on the picture of her-self and James on the wall. It was taken on the day of their wedding. They had looked so happy, with James in his tux, holding Lily, dressed in her wedding gown in his arms. The picture James would try to steal kissed from picture Lily, and would be swatted away. She felt a bittersweet smile come to her lips as she remembered all the good times and how her world had turned on its head. It had been over six years since her husband had passed away, killed, on that accursed Halloween night of ‘81. The feelings from of loss had since dulled, but she could still remember every detail of what had happened that night.

~~~Flashback~~~

She remembered how she and James had been sitting in the nursery by their daughter’s crib. Her sweet little angel was giggling uncontrollably at the funny faces James was making. Their playtime with their daughter had come to an abrupt halt as they felt the wards surrounding the house fall. They had immediately tried to use their emergency Portkey to escape but that had failed. So had their attempts at Apparition. Realizing that that Voldemort had blocked all their routes of escape, James had turned to her with a grim look in his eye. He had known that he probably wouldn’t survive the night.

She still remembered the words he had said to her, “Lily, I am going to stop him. Take Harri and run. Run as far away as you can and don’t look back. He must not get her. You must protect our daughter at any cost.”

He had then gone out to stop Voldemort. It had been a brave thing to do, but she had known that he wouldn’t win. The difference in their powers, and skill was just too much. She knew she couldn’t run, for the Dark Lord would have posted his servants around the house for just that reason. And running with a child in her arms would have been nigh impossible anyways. She had decided that she would not let James’s sacrifice go to waste. It was his sacrifice that had bought Lily the time she needed to invoke the Goddess, to ask for protection for her daughter. She had found the ritual to invoke the Goddess in an old book.

How she had come by the book had been odd by itself. A hooded figure had appeared a couple of days after her daughter was born, and had given her the book, and warned her, “Your daughter is the child mentioned in the prophecy,” Lily’s blood had ran cold when the hooded witch, for it could not possibly be anything else with the curves the stranger boasted, had mentioned the prophecy, “When all else fails, and the pretender comes knocking, remember this book. It will be your salvation, and it will be your rebirth. And remember, never mention this to anyone other than your daughter, not even your husband.” With those ominous words, the figure had disappeared, ignoring all her calls to come back and answer her questions.

For some reason, she had felt she could trust the words of the stranger, and had memorized the entire book cover to cover. She had done as the stranger had asked, and kept the book a complete secret from everyone. To this day she could not explain, even to her-self why she had done that. She had a feeling that something bad would have happened had she not heeded the warning.

When Voldemort had invaded her home on that Halloween night, she had panicked. In her hurry, she had attempted to summon a Goddess, and use the first name that popped in to her head. The Goddess she had accidentally chosen was named Tlazolteotl, the Goddess of Love, Lust and Sexual Misdeeds.

She remembered slicing her palm with a small ritual knife, and chanting;

‘By my blood I call Thee
By my soul I ask Thee

O Goddess of Olde
Hear my Plea

Tlazolteotl, I summon Thee
Tlazolteotl I summon Thee’

                Nothing had happened at first. She had despaired, that maybe the ritual had failed, ‘Please, help me. I will offer anything, take my life, my soul but please help me save my daughter. I’ll do anything, please.”, she remembered crying out. As she collapsed on the floor by the crib, she remembered a presence appearing in her mind. A presence so old and powerful, it could be nothing other than the Goddess herself.

“I have been waiting a long time for you to call upon me, my child.”, a deep, sensual voice had spoken directly in her head.

                She remembered begging the goddess, ‘I will pay any price you ask. Just save my daughter, please.”

                “There is no need to beg me for anything, my dear child,” the voice had continued, “The price for my aid has already been paid. Rest easy, no harm will come to you or your daughter tonight. The pretender will perish, for trying to take what is rightfully mine.”

                At the time Lily had been confused by what the Goddess had meant. “What do you mean, Goddess? I thought I had to pay the price for summoning you.”, she had asked. Receiving no reply, she had felt fear that her question might have angered the Goddess, so she had hastened to add, “I did not mean any disrespect, my Lady, please forgive me for my mistake”

                “Fear not, my child.”, the Goddess had spoken to her in what she felt was a kind tone, “You and your line belong to me. As I said before, the price for my help has already been paid. You simply do not know it yet. In time you will come to realize the truth.”

                Lily remembered lowering her head and sobbing in relief. “Thank You, Thank You, Thank You”

                The Goddess had chuckled. “Do not thank me yet, my child. You will curse my name in the future yet. I leave you and your daughter with a gift. Look for it in the years to come.”

                She had noticed a glow appear around her daughter, and then the presence had left her. The entire experience had left her completely drained of strength and she had collapsed by her daughters crib. She had tried to hold on, but she had felt her vision fading away. The last thing she had seen was the door being blown apart, and a vision of a scaly face with red eyes.

                She had woken up to sad blue eyes, hidden behind half-moon glasses and a hand slowly helping her to sit up. Those eyes belonged to none other than her dear mentor, and friend, Albus Dumbledore. Those eyes that were always so full of life, and gave hope to so many people should never have looked so sad. Albus had turned to her, and asked her, “Do you remember what happened, my dear?”.
                She had taken a moment to wrack her brain to remember what had happened, when the horrifying events came rushing back to her. With her eyes wide, she had cried at Dumbledore, “Where’s Harri? Albus, where is she. Please, is she alright? Take me to her please.”

                She remembered Albus putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down and had told her, “Calm down, child. Harri is fine.”

He had then pointed a finger behind her. She had turned around to see her dear friend Hagrid holding her baby girl in securely in his arms, and rocking her gently. That was when she had finally calmed down a bit. Hagrid had been the one holding her child. The kind half-giant, who would willingly choose to die long before he would ever let any harm come to her baby. But the heart would not rest till she held her girl in her arms. Not being able to form words, she raised her arms towards Hagrid, and he had understood her meaning and had slowly handed over her baby girl to her.

Dumbledore had refused to allow her to stay at Godric’s Hollow that night. He had taken her to Hogwarts, where Poppy had checked over both her and her daughter. She had refused to let go of Harri for any stretch of time. Poppy had been able to find nothing wrong with her, or Harri at the time other than some foreign magic residue that she could not identify, and magical and physical exhaustion for herself. She had forced Lily to take a dreamless sleep potion, and she had fallen asleep with her baby girl by her side.

The next day Dumbledore had visited her to talk regarding the events of last night. He had confirmed what she had already known in her heart, that James was dead. She had then given Albus an abridged version of last night’s events. She remembered telling him that she had been knocked out when Voldemort had blown in the door to the nursery. Dumbledore had then explained to her that somehow Voldemort had been vanquished. He had done a thorough analysis of the magic residue left in the air and come to the conclusion, that somehow her little Harri had reflected the Dark Lord’s killing curse back at him. And since the curse had been cast by Voldemort own magic, none of his safeguards, or rituals kicked in to protect him. The Dark Lord had been vanquished completely. Albus had theorized that it had been James’s love and sacrifice that had protected Harri from the killing curse. She knew better though.

She had been worried about what the Goddess had said to her, about giving her and her little angel a gift. Deities could be quite whimsical at times, and what they considered a gift might be something problematic for her. But she had decided to worry about that later. Somehow the word of Voldemort’s defeat had leaked out. The Girl-Who-Lived. That’s what the Wizarding World had called labeled her daughter. She had decided then and there to make sure to add the Wizarding world as a whole to the list of things to keep her daughter safe from.

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                Her musings were interrupted by a rustle she heard behind her. Taking a look at the mirror on the wall she spied her cute little six-year old preparing to pounce. Her little girl dressed in her tiny lion print red shorts, a green shirt with snitches flying around on them, and a funny lion hat (which looked more like a cute housecat rather than a lion (Not that Lily would ever tell that to her daughter, she would be heartbroken), made for quite a site. Without turning around she said in a mock stern voice, “Don’t even think about it.”

                “Awww…..how’d you know out I was there?”, Harri asked her mother, pouting cutely at having her master plan foiled.

“Please, I am your mother. I always know what you are up to. Now come here and give mommy a hug.”, Lily said softly with a big smile, and opened her arms wide.

                Her failed plan forgotten, little Harri ran towards her mother and jumped in her arms. Lily grabbed her little bundle of joy by the hips and spun her around in a little half circle. “I love you so much mommy!!!”, the little child exclaimed.

                “I love you too munchkin”, Lily said and slowly squeezed Harri’s cute little butt in her hands……..
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