Disclaimer: The story isn't mine, it is originally written by Erised Black and the story it's in Spanish, I only translated it into English (as good as I could, I'm Spanish after all, so if you find any mistake, please say it to me!). I do not own the characters either, the ones you may know are all from J.K. Rowling, and the ones you don't know, are from Erised Black. The title in English is "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" but I preferred to leave the title in Spanish inside the fic, I hope you don't mind ;).
Juro solemnemente que mis intenciones no son buenas
Prelude
That baby was the most beautiful creature that she had ever seen. His skin, as soft as a peach, made her feel the urge to caress those small and soft cheeks. Oh! And it was even better to caress his little nose with the finger's tip.
The little baby was looking from one place to another urgently with two beautiful green eyes as emeralds. In fact, those beautiful green eyes were very alike to hers. Looking them better…
They were equal.
The little baby found the other green that he was looking for in the place and he didn't look away. After recognizing her, he smiled happy, full of softness and happiness. She smiled too. She extended her arms to catch him, just as he extended his little hands to her.
When she got him between her arms, the boy immediately took a tuft of her red hair and started to play with it. She kissed him on the forehead and hugged him tightly.
She was his mother, there was no doubt.
And, even though she knew it was a dream, a too much beautiful dream for being real, she was surprised by the rebellious black hair. It remembered her of someone.
She kissed him again on the forehead.
Suddenly, in the warm room they were, a cold wind started to blow. The baby turned serious and she tensed. She turned rapidly, looking for her wand when the door was abruptly opened by an unknown force. But it was already too late.
A green beam illuminated the room.
Lily Evans woke up all of a sudden on her bed of the Gryffindor's Tower, shivering the whole of her. She hugged herself: there was no baby, she didn't have any son, she wasn't dead; she was at Hogwarts, she was seventeen and, if she didn't cover herself up with the blanket soon, she was going to wake up her room-mate with her trembling teeth.
It was hard for her getting up from bed. She was weak and fragile, something that bothered her a lot, but she had to get out of that room before Mary woke up. So she looked for her rabbit-like slippers and covered herself up with the empty bed's blanket she first found. It was the bed of her room-mate Claire, but she wasn't at the school anymore.
She had to recognize that it hadn't been an easy day, she told herself while she went down the spiral stairs towards the Common Room. Receiving the news of the death of one of your room-mates of your all life wasn't a nice thing.
She laid down on one of the sofas. The warm in the fireplace was almost over but it was hotter than in her room.
Angeline Brown, the dead mate, had gone of the school two months ago with her family. As her father was a big-fish of the Ministry and had been receiving threats, they thought that it was better to take off their only daughter from the school which was, for Lily, the safest place in the world. And as she had feared since the day she said goodbye to her friend, she had ended up appearing on The Prophet.
Massacre in Manchester: all the family members of Alphred Brown beheaded.
They only left alive the father. The new modus operandi, the cruelest torture: to watch die all your loved ones.
Lily sighed, covering herself more up with the blanket. She had started thinking of praying for her friend, Claire Angelus, so that she didn't have the same destiny and, like her, all the students that had left the school.
She started shivering again. All were on the Black list of Lord Voldemort. All that opposed him.
…
He made a deep drag before handing the spliff to, curiously, his friend Padfoot(1). He smiled due to the inside joke he had just made. Next to him, his mate abused from that during too much time and Wormtail, next to Moony, started to get impatient.
Padfoot passed it to Moony, who passed it to Wormtail without feeling tempted.
'I don't think this is the best way to pay tribute to…' Moony began, but the sentence was cut up because he couldn't say the name.
That name, from that girl they had lived good moments with, had just been added to the taboo's list names. They would never ever say it again. It was a common pact followed by almost everybody in the castle.
Their mate, that girl they had hurriedly said goodbye to, without thinking in any moment that they would not see her any more. And what now? It was another one, with all her family, in the large names' list that appeared at the end of every publication of The Prophet.
The spliff came again to him, and decided to kill it while Wormtail started to make another one. Moony looked at them with disapproval and then sighed. Finally, the guy handed his hand to Wormtail to begin him with the next spliff.
They didn't do it for fun. Not anymore.
None of them had said it aloud, but all four made it for being able to sleep from time to time. They were already too much, the dead ones. They were a lot more of the necessary and a lot more of the bearable. They were all too close for not seeing them in dreams, pleading clemency, crying or shouting.
That night, especially James Potter, knew that it was going to be impossible to sleep. The four of them were going to be in the Astronomy's Tower until morning.
Remus once told them that smoking that muggle grass produced a mistake in the connection of the neurons that left you, in simple words, dumb. You were hungry and sleepy. And James wanted to sleep without seeing Angeline Brown's face on the floor and her body on another place.
…
The down was breaking over the dark trees of the wood at little before the six in the morning, but the guys had already left the Astronomy's Tower to watch the nature's spectacle, because half-an-hour before they had started to get out of the highest Tower of the castle remembering the last summer.
James was smiling while, under the cloak that made all of them invisible (even thought the cloak nearly covered them up), Peter cheered that unforgettable summer. Remus was trying to shut them up and keep quite while Sirius was laughing recalling the different adventures they had lived.
'Do you remember that time when we slipped in that muggle library?' asked Peter, too much excited and talking too loud.
'Peter' threatened Remus, taking out his wand to silent him if he raised even more his voice.
'And that night we visited the Avery's private party?' he laughed, even louder. 'James! You missed it!'
The alluded smiled maliciously, even though no one noticed him because Peter had started to gesticulate when, finally, Remus decided to make him shut up in the fastest way.
'We're still in curfew, Wormtail' warned the young werewolf.
Sirius stopped laughing of his little friend to turn up to James.
'By the way, Prongs, you still haven't told us what you did that day' he whispered into his ear.
The guy smiled.
It was true, he hadn't told them yet that in that summer afternoon, some months ago he had met up with Lily Evans.
…
She noticed a presence near her so she opened her eyes. That dark gaze, framed with horn-rimmed glasses left her amazed on the sofa.
She was conscious that, if she had met with the face of James Potter in less than a centimeter half of a year ago, she would have destroyed any wall to rip his eyes out with a fork.
But that day she didn't react that way. She bit her rosy low lip when she noticed that it started to shiver and that she was going to be unable to hold her tears if she didn't react. James saw it and extended his arms to her when she rushed towards him.
They fell deafeningly on the floor.
When they arrived from their night trip he found her there, sleeping curled up on one of the sofas almost completely covered up with the blanket. He knew why she was there and how she would feel when she woke up.
'It's over, Lily. We can't do anything about it now' he tried to cheer her up 'not for the time being at least.'
The red-haired started to calm down little by little, and while that happened, she also started to separate from him.
'I'm going to avenge them' she announced with an almost unheard whisper.
He raised an eyebrow.
'What did you say?'
The red-haired had separated completely from him and was kneeled down next to him. The light that entered through the window, form the recently raised sun, had a profound impact on her back, leaving her half hidden on the shadows, illuminating her red hair.
The image burned.
'In other words' she repeated, with a huge satisfaction smile 'I'm going to protect them. I'm going to protect everyone who is in danger, everyone in the Black List. Even though that includes me.'
The guy burst out laughing.
'We are going to protect them' he corrected her, taking her arm to pull her closer.
It was then when she reacted and the red-haired girl of some months ago regained a bit of power in her conscience.
'Don't cross the line, Potter' she threatened with a half-hidden smile, while she stood up.
He imitated her, following her until the stairs of the girls' bedroom, a place where he could not go.
'Lily, darling' he began, in a tone a little bit mocking, and at the same time he kneeled down 'if I look to the horizon is you the only one who I see' he recited in a poetic way.
The red-haired burst out laughing before going until the middle of the spiral stairs, and then she leaned out half-a-meter over him.
'James, if I look to the horizon the only thing that I see is that sometimes you're very dumb' she joked, sticking her tongue out at him. 'The summer's meeting didn't change anything'.
She finished going upstairs and closed the door behind her.
She sighed.
Actually, it was clear that in that summer a lot of things had changed.
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Okay so here it is the first chapter!
As I said before, the story is originally written by Erised Black. She writes in Spanish but if you want to look for the original story, look for it by "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good", the title in Spanish was too long "Juro solemnemente que mis intenciones no son buenas", so she had to put it in English.
I hope you liked it ;) in the next chapter there's going to be more characters, more stories and more happiness (or she promised that! Haha).
So then, see you in the next chapter and thank you for reading! ;)
siesna.
(1) This is a joke in Spanish. In Spanish a "spliff" is called "canuto" and the translation of "Padfoot" in Spanish on the Harry Potter books is also "Canuto" (I don't exactly know why they translated it that way but... anyway, so there's the joke).