A/N: Okay, I know I haven't written anything in a while and I apologize profusely but I just don't have as much time as I used to. I'm sorry. This has nothing to do with So Bloody Perfect but I will get the next chapter of that out as soon as I have time to write it. Again, I'm sorry.
This story definitely ended differently than I thought it was going to. I actually had another paragraph but I thought it just was a bit to much of a shocker and a lot of you would have something to say about it. Plus it didn't fit exactly the way I wanted it to. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, the magnificent JK Rowling does instead.
Lily Evans sat in her dorm room at the very top of Gryffindor Tower. Her eyes were searching the pages of the book lying open in front of her, studying for her Transfiguration NEWT. Every once in a while she would pause, re-read something and a small, proud smile would grace her pink lips as she learned something she did not know. Lily Evans loved to read and study, so there wasn't much in that book that she didn't know. Out side of books, though, there was so much Lily needed to learn. So much Lily didn't know.
It wasn't that Lily couldn't learn these things. She chose not to know them. She chose to ignore them. Lily didn't think it was worth her time to know these things, so she didn't. Know them, that is.
Lily didn't know that Remus and Sirius were in the Hospital Wing. She didn't know that it had been one of the worst full moons in the last two years because one Marauder didn't show up, last night. She didn't know that this Marauder was James Potter and that no one had seen James for at least two days. She didn't know why people where panicking or why the Marauders looked so worried. She didn't know why McGonagall kept asking if anyone had seen James. She didn't know because she didn't care.
Lily didn't know that James was standing on the top of the Astronomy Tower, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. She didn't know that the light at the end of his cigarette was going out, like the light in his eyes did. She didn't know that there was blood dried on the side of his face, and if she did, she wouldn't know where it came from. She didn't know that there were tears silently cascading down his face, leaving trails through the dirt and blood. She didn't know where he had gone ore what he had done. She didn't know because she didn't care.
Lily didn't know why Remus, the quietest Marauder, screamed at her across the great hall during breakfast the next morning, nor why James silently stood up and put his hand on Remus' shoulder. She didn't know why this shut him up immediately, she didn't even know when James had gotten back. She didn't know because she didn't care.
Lily didn't know why James stopped talking to her after that day. She didn't know why there were dark circles under his eyes or why he was so quiet. She didn't know why he always smelt like cigarettes or why he stopped chasing girls around. She didn't know why he received a letter in a purple envelope every morning or why he always left the hall to open it. She didn't know why he started crying in Muggle Studies. She didn't know why he went to see McGonagall every night at 4:30pm. She didn't know because nobody told her. Nobody told her because nobody knew.
