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Lily: I Know What You Did by Annabelle Riddle

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Format: Short story
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 5,492
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Crossover, Drama, AU
Characters: Lily, Narcissa, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Lucius/Narcissa, OC/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 04/12/2009
Last Chapter: 07/11/2009
Last Updated: 07/11/2009

Summary:

#1 ALWAYS A MISLEADER SERIES.

Four girls who used to be the best friends, start receiving notes and messages about things they want buried in the past. Secrets so shocking that if the population of Hogwarts ever found out about them, they would be destroyed.

Chapter 1: NOT THAT TYPE OF PERSON, prologue
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credits to: J.K. Rowling and her awesome world of Harry Potter. Everything but the OCs are hers. Credit also to Sara Shepard, author of the Pretty Little Liars series, which this idea was given from. A Pretty Little Liars/Harry Potter crossover, without any of the major characters.

   "What house do you think you'll be put in Janey?"

    The five best friends were sitting outside on the green grass. Their backs were to the cheerful looking Phillips Mansion, where Jane had lived her happy eleven years. They were the closest of friends since they met at a playground two years ago. They did everything together. When you were just a kid, you definitely didn't even think about the fact that they were all so different. They were your friends, so of course everything had to be alright. Even though most of their parents disapproved of their friendship, they were still friends. They would be friends forever.

    "I don't know Lily. Probably Gryffindor, that's where all my family members went." She plucked a piece of grass out of the ground and twirled it around her fingers.

    "Lucky. I heard Gryffindor is like the best house," their raven haired friend Abigail said, "I think I'll end up going to Ravenclaw. Like my mom. Or maybe I won't have any powers at all because of my muggle dad."

    "Oh shush Abi. You're so lucky you're half and half. My parents are horrible. Did I tell you that they told me to not hang out with you guys again? I know I'll end up in Slytherin just like them." It was Narcissa, tall, thin and blonde, who said this. They all knew her parents disapproved of her choice of friends. They always gave them dirty looks whenever they were courageous enough to stay at the Black Manor. Her sister, Bellatrix, would make fun of them behind their backs.

    "At least you all know where you're going. I didn't even know about Hogwarts until I got the letter. I can't believe you guys all became friends with me even though you all thought I was a muggle," Lily said, giving them all a grateful look.

    "You'll do just fine Lily. I bet you anything I'm in Hufflepuff. Just look at me. Imagine what my parents would say if I end up in Hufflepuff." Georgie was afraid she would end up in Hufflepuff after being told she wouldn't fit into any other houses.

    All of a sudden, Jane threw a whole bunch of grass at them, a big smile on her pretty face. Out of the five, she was the one with the most confidence. She came from a perfect family it seemed and her blonde hair was always in place. She was the one who had asked the others to play hopscotch with her at the park, leading to their happy friendship. It was impossible to hate Jane, and even Narcissa's disapproving parents seemed to not mind her, which was a miracle in itself.

    "Oh lighten up you guys! We're all going to end up in Gryffindor. Shush Cissy, even you. And when we're in Gryffindor, we're going to be happy and stay friends forever. Understand?" She smiled again and skipped away from them quickly. "Tag! Georgie's it!"

    Jane made them feel better. There was only a month until they were going to this scary place called Hogwarts. But if Jane said they were all going to end up in the same house and stay friends forever, then that was definitely going to happen.

    They scrambled out of their sitting positions and ran around the yard with Georgie chasing after them. It was the perfect day, and no-one would suspect anything would happen. Least of all the five girls who were running around without a care in the world it.

    Suddenly, Jane stopped in the middle of the game. Georgie immediately slapped her shoulder, but Jane didn't even notice. Her eyes were glued to a spot in the forest that was behind her house.

    "Jane's it!" Georgie called out. Gleeful she didn't need to run anymore.

    "Shut up," Jane said, and everyone stopped moving and laughing and focused on their best friend. Jane looked spooked, that was for sure. Her eyes stopped twinkling and she had lost her smile. They watched as she shook her head and turned back to her friends.

    "What is it Jane?" Lily asked, reaching out to comfort her friend.

    Jane shook Lily away and started laughing. It was like she was forcing herself to laugh because her usual twinkling laugh came out short and choppy. "Oh nothing! I thought I saw a bird and I wanted to see if it was the rare one that comes here because we have the right plants. My dad was telling me about them." They didn't know whether to believe or to not believe her. She would never lie to them, but something in her face looked haunted. Looked scared. "Come on. Let's go inside and get Lindsay to show us some of the spells we'll be learning soon."

    She started walking toward her back door, but once everyone had trooped inside, she turned around back to the spot where she had been looking before. For a split second she looked, but seeing nothing but darkness, she too slipped inside her house to her friends.

    Four hours later, they were all crowded in Jane's room. They had eaten supper with her family and were now watching her muggle TV. Her parents weren't the typical pureblood family like Narcissa's. They had a ton of muggle things they actually knew how to work. They had been giggling over one of the character's hair, when Lily spoke.

    "Janey, I asked your dad about the bird and he didn't know what I was talking about. Are you sure you saw a bird?"

    This, brought their entire conversation to silence again. Things were getting a bit difficult when they were together. They were the best of friends after all. But they were getting antsy. They were getting problems, but that was normal, right? The problem lay in Jane who was getting more and more distant every day. None of them knew what to do if Jane was gone. She was the glue that held them together. She knew every one of their secrets, especially some the others didn't know.

    "Huh, I guess my dad's losing his mind as he gets older," Jane said stiffly, after thinking of a response.

    "Seriously Jane. What was it?" Lily asked annoyed. She had been getting more and more annoyed by Jane ever since that had happened.

    "Will you just drop it?" Jane said angrily. It was a statement, not a question.

    "Why are you keeping secrets from us Jane?" Narcissa asked quietly.

    "I said. Drop. It. Look, I'm not feeling great. Can you guys go home now?"

    This was rare. They had been getting into more and more arguments, but she had never told them to go home before. Stunned, the four of them all stumbled out the door. They passed Jane's older sister, Lindsay's room, who looked surprised to see them all go. Once outside of the house, they all started whispering.

    "Why is she getting so annoying now?" Lily asked, her face colour matching her hair.

    "Maybe we should have dropped it," Abigail said, unsure.

    "Look, she's keeping secrets from us. We're her best friends. I know I've told her everything." Lily said confidently.

    Georgie looked at her. "Like what?"

    "It's none of your business Georgie. It's between me and Jane."

    Cissa gave them all an annoyed look. One that matched her sister's perfectly. "You know what? Get me when you're all feeling sane." And she walked off alone.

    The other three all looked at each other for another moment before shrugging.

    "Bye," they all said, and they too, went their separate ways.

    Lily was haunted by the forest. She lived the closest to Jane, just two houses down. She didn't get why Jane was so scared. Jane wasn't supposed to be scared of anything. As she walked past Jane's house to get to her own cozy home, she stopped underneath Jane's bedroom. The window was open and she could hear people talking. More like arguing.

    "I don't know what you're talking about!" Jane screeched, and Lily took a step back into the shadows.

    "Look Jane. You have to listen to me about this okay?" It was Jane's older sister who said this. Lily knew their voices anywhere.

    "But I don't want to!"

    "You HAVE to."

    "N--"

    She heard what sounded like a crash, jumping she ran to her house as quickly as possible and locked the door. She checked the lock three times before running up to her room and pretending she didn't hear the sister's argument. They may have fought before, but they had never gotten violent.

    She should have said something.

    The next day, the muggle police along with aurors were swarming the area. Jane had been reported missing. Each of the girls were haunted by the fact that SHE had gone missing. Girls who had everything like her shouldn't go missing. They were perfect.

    The next month, still haunted by her disappearance, the four girls got on the train together. They sat in the same compartment, somber for one reason. Jane should have been here with them.

    Predictable as it was - the four girls were separated. Each were placed in different houses. They went on with their lives, never talking, never thinking, about their old Jane, nor about each other. They hardly ever talked to each other after. Nobody at Hogwarts knew that they all knew each other. That they had once been like sisters.

    Jane was never found. Some speculated she was kidnapped. Others, that she had run away. The most gruesome thought she had been murdered. Poor Jane. She had gone too young.

    They all missed her, that was for sure. She would have made their lives so much better. But if she was gone - so were those dark secrets that only she knew. That they wanted never to face again.

    The thing is, we have secrets in this world that we hold dear to us more than everything else. Secrets that could destroy us if anyone ever found out. Secrets - that we would do anything to keep hidden from the world that we live in.

    Because secrets are dangerous. They could be used against us, and we all know that we would buckle under the manipulation. After all, if someone blackmailed you with that deep, dark secret you have - obviously you would do whatever they said. But again, who in the right mind would actually be horrible enough to use secrets against people?

    Too bad I'm not that type of person.

    You see. These four girls did something they shouldn't be proud of. And nobody cares that it was stuff they did when they were little. Least of all me. You would think that they would be living their lives in guilt and regret, but they're not. They're pretty little liars and they know it. I'm going to make them wish they never lived.

    Love, J.

Chapter 2: THERE WAS NOBODY THERE, chapter one
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"Evans! Evans, over here!"

An annoyed look appeared on Lily Evan's face as she heard his voice. It was seven in the morning. Couldn't he have waited until after breakfast before bugging her? Who was she kidding though. This was James Potter she was talking about. He knew no boundaries when it came to irritating her. Actually, when she thought about, just the mere thought of him made her want to rip out her hair.

"EVANS!"

Lily rolled her eyes at her best friend Elizabeth Anderson. If anyone, Lily knew how much she despised Potter.

"Just tell him to go away," Elizabeth whispered to her, and Lily wished she could take her advice. The problem? Talking back to James was exactly what he wanted.

"No. I'll just let him make a fool of himself all the way to the Great Hall," Lily said, and for the entire walk down from the common room, she made sure not to turn her head anywhere in the direction of James Potter, who was still trying to catch her attention.

Seriously though, couldn't he just put a cork in it? It had been five - now six - years, since she had denied him. She had tried everything possible to make him go away, but that bugger was damn stubborn. He couldn't sink into his thick skull that she was, and never would be, interested in him. God if he was so desperate for a girl to hang on his arm, why not take one of the ones that was always with his best friend Sirius? He probably had loads to spare. She had tried hexes, yelling at him, even going so far as reporting him for harassment, but he never left her alone. At least she was having a bit of luck with her new method of avoiding James. She was completely ignoring him.

She sat down at the Gryffindor table and put a piece of toast on her plate. James had shut up, finally. Maybe it was really working. Ignoring him and all.. but she thought too soon. Two minutes of peace had lead to James jumping on the table, followed by load crashes as he knocked over a few plates. Sirius was laughing at him, clearly enjoying this. Peter, was attempting to do everything Sirius was doing, but luckily, Remus (the only one in the group Lily didn't mind) was telling James to get off. Everyone was looking at James now. As he had wanted. Stupid, idiotic Potter.

She pulled out a book from her bag and started reading about potions.

"Lily! Oh Lily! You're skin is so fair, and your hair is the colour of a flame. Your lips are so sweet, and your freckles so cute. Come with me to the dance this Friday and all your dreams will come true."

To her horror, he had magnified his voice, and had gotten on his knee directly in front of her.

She heard snickering around her, and she heard one, clear voice above the noise. "She isn't THAT pretty." Of course Narcissa would say that. Vain, psychotic Slytherin. This was really not turning into a good day. She focused on her book, trying to ignore it. James, was to be ignored. Even if he lost his mind.

Then her book got taken away by him, who threw it at a waiting Sirius. She shot Elizabeth a desperate look, but her best friend seemed to be trying to ignore it as best as she could too. Wasn't there ANYONE who could just get him off of the table? It was only their third day back at school. He could have waited a weekend before doing this.

"Lily! Dear, sweet Lily. Please just tell me you'll go with me!"

She felt her face turning bright red, embarrassingly matching her hair. If this was the sort of thing James thought would be romantic, it surely wasn't.

"Look! She's blushing. She's totally going to say yes," she heard Sirius say to Peter. Remus, it seemed, looked like he had given up on subduing his friend and was now reading a book. Like she had been trying to do. Her stupid emotions gave everything away.

She was relieved when she heard the footsteps approaching. She knew those footsteps. It was Professor McGonagall. She was saved.

"Potter! I would have thought you would have waited a weekend before trying this. Get down, now!"

"But Professor! I was expressing my undying lo--"

"I said now Potter."

James jumped off the table.

"Now, listen to me. I won't condone this type of activity, and you should know this. Detention tonight. Report to my office at 7."

Sirius started snickering, but stopped when McGonagall looked at him.

"Unless you both want to scrub the entire school with no magic, I would suggest not bothering Lily."

Lily looked up and gave her teacher a grateful smile, who returned it before walking away. Sometimes, it was good to be a brown noser. All the teachers liked her, and therefore, felt pity on her for what James did constantly. Sirius gave her back her book, and Lily just gave him a stiff nod before watching the three of them go away. She waited until they were out of the Great Hall before turning to Elizabeth, who was speaking with Remus.

"How the hell do you put up with them Remus?" she asked him, before grabbing another piece of toast. Her old piece had fallen on the ground during the whole fiasco.

"Well... Sirius IS kind of hot," Elizabeth said with a smirk, before taking a sip of her juice.

Remus laughed and smiled. "Are you suggesting that I only spend time with them because I find one of them attractive?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "That's the only reason you hang out with us right?"

Lily shook her head and smiled too. These were the types of friends she liked. Thank god Remus was normal. She really didn't understand how he did put up with them, but she wouldn't push him for the answer to a question like that. She would just have to accept it.

"So, Remus. Are you ready for that potions test? I can't believe she gave us a test so soon," Lily said after a minute and she returned to looking through her potions book.

Elizabeth and Remus shared a look across the table. Lily was a keener, worse than the two of them both. But they put up with it for her sake. Both, were secretly wondering how on earth James Potter, the imp, had fallen for Lily Evans, their little bookworm. It just made no sense whatsoever.

Of course if they saw her five minutes after leaving the Great Hall before them, they would have been even more confused indeed.

She hurried down the empty corridor, her hands full with her books. She needed to get ready for her test. She absolutely hated not feeling prepared for anything, and since she left them in the noisy area, she had an hour to study in her room before writing it. With her thoughts preoccupied as this, she wasn't prepared when someone opened the broom closet she was walking by, and pulled her in. She stifled a scream, but a hand was firmly placed over her mouth, and she was engulfed by the darkness.

She dropped her books on the floor and they fell with a clattering sound onto her captor's foot. Once she heard the curse, she immediately stamped on the injured foot - hard.

"Sirius Black!" she said annoyingly, and even though she couldn't see him she knew who he was.

"I love it when you say my name like that," Sirius said, before putting his arms around her waist.

Giggling, she turned around to wrap her arms around his neck and pulling him toward her.

It was a dangerous game she was playing. She masqueraded as a prude girl who only cared about her studies. Last year, she had developed an unhealthy obsession with Sirius. He had returned it with a passion she didn't know he had. She was afraid that if anyone found out about their budding romance, they would think she was easy, as they all did with his girls. Of course they weren't exclusive or anything, but every time she saw him with someone else in public, it made her jealous.

Sirius defended himself by saying that if James found about this, he would lose his best friend forever.

Yet they couldn't stop.

Sirius kissed her neck gently and Lily shivered in his strong arms. "I was so jealous by James today. I want to be able to do that to you," he whispered in her ear.

"No. That was horribly juvenile," she said back.

"But he pretty much announced his love to the whole school. I want to be able to do that. I want to show everyone you're mine."

Lily feverishly kissed him in the darkness and it was only when she heard the clock ring to warn them about class did she untangle herself from him.

"I have to go to class," she said sadly.

"No, you don't have to." She could just imagine the expression on his face at that moment, and that melted her heart once more.

"But I have this big potions te--"

"Miss it."

She gave him one more quick kiss. "Nope. Not even for you Sirius."

She opened the broom closet door, looked both ways and was relieved to see nobody in the corridor. "Leave like, five minutes later," she told him before she gathered her books, straightened her clothes and left.

She just managed to slip into her seat, breathless from running, when the bell rang. Elizabeth who sat next to her shot her a quizzical look and looked like she was going to ask her where she went, but she was saved by McGonagall who quickly made their tests fly to their desks.

She quickly scribbled down her answers down, as she knew most of them, but someone was annoyingly tapping on something the entire time.

The tapping continued, and after fifteen minutes, everyone was annoyingly looking around to see who it was.

"That tapping must stop," voiced McGonagall sternly. The tapping continued.

Someone from Hufflepuff put up their hand.

"Yes Atwood?"

"Professor, there's an owl at the window."

"That's ridiculous, owls only come at the morning during breakfast." Yet she walked to the window, and sure enough, there was a huge screech owl tapping at the window. She opened the window and caught the owl gently in her hands. "Now, who on earth would be getting a message at this time?"

Lily froze in her seat as she stared at the owl. That was HER owl. She meekly put up her hand.

"Yes Evans?"

"Professor... That's my owl."

McGonagall looked at her coolly, but she had known her since she was eleven. It paid off being a teacher's pet sometimes. It was only that, that saved her from getting a detention. "Are you done your test?"

She looked down at her parchment. It still had a lot of empty spaces. But she had sent that letter back to her parents, for them to use if they ever needed to contact her in the case of an emergency. That was the only reason her muggle parents would send her a letter before her sending a letter to them first. "Yes."

"Hand in your paper and you may leave early. You and you're owl."

She quickly did as she was told and her owl flew on her shoulder as she walked out. She walked quickly to an empty corridor, and unraveled the note her owl had with him.

And she slid to the floor in shock.

The note was in blood red ink, in unfamiliar calligraphy.

I thought only your mother cheated with someone's best friend. But then again, mother like daughter right? I know what you're doing little Lily. You're not as innocent as you're saying.
- Love, J.

Only one person knew her secret. And that person was dead.

Chapter 3: WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, chapter two
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Food, food was everywhere. The poor table, being laden down with so much disgusting food was making it sag a little under it's weight. There was food on everyone's plates, there was even food on her plate. Food coming out of everyone's mouths. Hadn't their parents told them to swallow before talking? Was it that impossible to do? She had to close her eyes for a second, tuning out the sound of everyone eating. She hated mealtimes. She didn't know why she subjected herself to this kind of torture three times a day.

Maybe because they would start to notice if she wasn't at the Great Hall ever. Her stupid friends just couldn't leave her alone. If they did, she would happily spend her time doing better things, like sorting through her clothes or whatever. Eating wasn't important, she could live without. At least, that was what she had taught herself.

She was day dreaming, as she did so often. If she concentrated on the image long enough, she could see herself skinny and beautiful like everyone else in this god forsaken school. Day dreaming meant she could fly away to a place far away, where nobody cared about looks. Because that was how Hogwarts was run. The prettier you were, the more friends you had. The prettier you were, the more boyfriends you had. Nobody cared about anything else, but it wasn't like she had anything else to cling onto. If she couldn't fit her delusional image of beauty, then she was worthless. She didn't have any brains, didn't have any special talents. She was just Georgina Holbrook. A nobody.

A nobody who had an annoying friend, who decided it was appropriate to jab her in the side with his elbow, knocking her out of her happiness.

"Your bacon's getting cold," he told her smartly, and only six years of being friends with him allowed her to understand what he was saying, as he was rudely not swallowing before speaking. She had told him about this. Actually, she told him about this a lot, but he just never seemed to understand her.

"I'm not hungry anymore," she told him, shrugging her shoulders.

"You barely ate! I was watching you!"

"I did so eat! Look at my plate! It was full before," she said angrily, turning away from her friend, and from his accusations.

It was his turn to shrug. "Sorry, guess I'm just over protective of you Georgie," he said, before spearing a piece of sausage from her plate and eating it.

She bit her lip as she looked at her best friend. He had been there for her when she had been sorted into Hufflepuff all alone. Her other three best friends had quickly deserted her for better friends. It had been because she was fat and ugly, that was what she had told herself - and from then on, she had believed those very words. But Alan Williams still became her friend. She thought he was a lunatic, but she wasn't going to let friends like him go. He was the only reason she was still sane.

"Yeah, be sorry," she said stubbornly. Despite the fact that he knew almost everything about her, he needed to know he just couldn't go around accusing her like that. Especially if it wasn't true. At least, not to her. She did eat - just not a lot. And to prove him wrong, she ripped off a piece of toast and nibbled on it. There.

But that tiny piece of food rebelled in her stomach. She felt it, sitting there inside her organ waiting to be digested. Stupid piece of toast, stupid Alan for making her eat.

All of a sudden, Alan pushed away her plate, full of untouched food. Georgina looked at him, curious, all thoughts of that food inside of her gone. He proceeded to remove something from his bag, while covering her eyes with the other hand. This was completely unexpected. Alan never did something like this. He was so predictable - another reason as to why she loved having him around.

When he removed his hands from her eyes, she blinked a couple of times allowing her eyes to adjust to the quick change in lighting. "Surprise!" he said happily and looked at her, expect excitement of some sort.

Sitting on the table, was an open box of her favourite chocolate brownies. She felt the craving for them the instant she laid eyes on them.

"My mum baked them yesterday and sent them. I thought you would want them, because they are your favourites you know? And mum can't stop talking about you ever since your visit this summer. She wants you to come up for Christmas and everything and... and... Georgie? You okay?"

She felt the room spinning around her, a downfall to her diet. This happened at least once a day, but she always willed herself never to have one in front of anyone. That would make them all suspicious. She gripped the table in front of her tightly, her knuckles turning white under the pressure she was bestowing on her poor hands. Somewhere far in the back of her mind she heard Alan calling to her. Snap out of it Georgie, she told herself and slowly, the world turned upright again.

Refusing to look at Alan, she grabbed three brownies in one hand and started to stuff her face with them. The growling in her stomach had to be silenced, and these brownies were to die for after all. Before she, or her body knew it, the brownies were gone. All that was left was an empty plate, that was decorated with pink kittens around the edges. She wondered how the plate hadn't broken during the owl trip to Hogwarts. Anything but to look at Alan, who was probably looking at her with his look of concern that she definitely did not need.

His concern bothered her. They reminded her all too well of four childhood friends who had always looked after her. She had been the runt in the group, the one who didn't have anything. Yet they had let her become their friend, which was more than she could have asked for then. Oh, if only Janey could see her now. She had grown up, she had grown tall, and she had grown skinny. Just like Jane.

Somehow, the memories of her childhood weren't helping her in the long run. She was probably the only one of them that even let her thoughts drift back to those years with them. She saw them all around Hogwarts. Cissy with her Slytherin posse, Abi with her Ravenclaw nerds and Lily being followed around everywhere with that pretty cute James fellow. All of her friends had moved on. They didn't even smile at her when she passed them in the hallway. The last time she had even spoken to any of them was third year potions with Abi- which had not gone well seeing as she had asked for a new partner the next week.

That just proved her point even further. They had left her behind because she wasn't pretty enough like the rest of them. That thought made her stomach lurch.

She wasn't used to having so much food, her stomach couldn't handle it. Grabbing her bag, she leaped from her spot and ran out the Great Hall doors, and to the nearest bathroom. She locked the doors for good measure, and then locked herself into a stall. She stared at the water floating around in the bowl for a moment before heaving up all of her brownies, and all of her toast.

After she was done, she leaned against the stall look down at her hands. Was this what she had become reduced to? She hated throwing up, it was disgusting. Food she could do without. See, if she didn't eat food, she didn't have to throw up. It worked out for her, right?

Georgina pulled out her wand and conjured up a toothbrush and toothpaste, as she had learned to do last year. She put some toothpaste, on the toothbrush and stood up and out of the stall to the sink so she could brush her teeth. She mindlessly brushed her teeth, not bothering to turn off the hot water flowing from the tap.

She leaned over to spit out, and when she looked up, she almost had a heart attack. Taped to the mirror, was a note - in blood red calligraphy.

She looked around the room, making sure that she was the only person in there. She had been so sure she was alone, and... she ran to the door and checked it. It was still locked. How the hell could someone have come in and put the note on the mirror in like, two minutes? She should have heard them, because this... wasn't normal. This note, wasn't supposed to happen.

Awe, poor Porkie Georgie. I know what you're doing! Will mummy and daddy be as understanding as me? Or will they not love you anymore... oh wait, they already don't!
- Love, J.

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