"Shhh," the boy ordered.
Glancing around quickly, he pulled the girl behind him.
"But Jamie-" she whined, reluctantly falling to the soft ground next to him. "It's cold."
The boy shook his ruffled jet black hair out of his eyes and sat cross legged. The girl imitated him, but hugged herself from the cold, staring round at the forest of trees that surrounded them both.
"Are we best friends forever?" he suddenly demanded, snatching one of her hands in his.
"'Till the day we die," the girl replied immediately, quoting the pact they had made.
The boy blanched slightly at these words, but nodded. "Right," he said softly.
Why did she have to say that? Why [I]die[/I]? Why did their stupid pact have to contain death?
Why did [I]life[/I] have to contain death? Why did people have to die?
Why did [I]Lily[/I] have to die?
"Right," he said softly.
His eyes were overcome with a glazed look as he remembered what he had overheard just a few short hours ago. . . but those hours had changed his view on life forever. Lily Evans was his best friend. They had been since the day he stood up for her in a fight when they were six years old, and that had been a whole four years. And Mrs Evans - or Kerry - was his mother's best friend. Which was why it wasn't unusual for Kerry to be at his house, talking and having a cup of tea.
But when he had crept towards the kitchen to spy on them - not really that bad a thing to do. He found out many birthday and Christmas presents that way - he found something that [I]was[/I] unusual.
Kerry was crying. [I]Really[/I] crying. And. . .
His mum was crying too. Not as much as Kerry, but she was crying.
A little shocked, and unbelievably curious, he hid behind the doorframe where they couldn't see him, and listened.
Some of the words they used were too mature for his ten year old mind to understand, but he got the general gist. Lily was dying. And she didn't know.
He was then snapped back to his senses as Lily waved her free hand in front of his face. "Hello? Ja-ames?"
"Oh, yeah. Well. . ." I'm a wizard, he added silently. He'd knew forever, of course. His parents were wizards, his whole family were wizards.
But Lily was a muggle. Her entire family were muggles, and just like everyone else, were oblivious to the fact that magical people were right under their noses.
This frustrated James at times, naturally. Whenever he wanted to talk about Quidditch, or the fact his dad had accidentally transfigured himself into a Labrador at breakfast.
Of course he could make her play. Tell her it was a game and toss her a broom, then explain about the stuff he knew.
But that was all she took it as. A game. With a giggle and a fake knowing nod, she would grin and reply, "Yes, I would love to go to the Quer-idditch World Cup with you!"
It was those times he wished she was a witch. Just so he would be able to talk normally with her, without having to watch every word that came out of his mouth. She thought she knew everything about him. . . but she didn't.
But never before had he wanted her to know for her benefit. . . and could she? Benefit from this?
[I]Yes[/I], he said to himself firmly. Wizards and witches die older, a lot older. They're not as prone to diseases. We have better cures.
But how could he? How could he turn her into a witch?
It was impossible. Play pretend wouldn't work this time. He had to make her a [I]real[/I] witch.
To save her life. Not just to explain about his.
"Right," he repeated, his voice stronger. "Friends forever." He pulled a small pocket knife from his pocket and made a small cut in his finger. Lily winced as she realised he was going to do the same to her, but watched him with interest. His eyes were narrowed with concentration as he stared at her finger until a small drop of blood appeared.
"Forever," Lily echoed, as he held their two wounds together.
James wasn't aware of the dangers of doing this, but even if he had have been, he wouldn't have cared.
You never know, he thought to himself. Wizard blood into muggle blood. . . you never know.
*
Hey! Well. . . yeah. I got bored and this came about. R&R please! Thanks!
Glancing around quickly, he pulled the girl behind him.
"But Jamie-" she whined, reluctantly falling to the soft ground next to him. "It's cold."
The boy shook his ruffled jet black hair out of his eyes and sat cross legged. The girl imitated him, but hugged herself from the cold, staring round at the forest of trees that surrounded them both.
"Are we best friends forever?" he suddenly demanded, snatching one of her hands in his.
"'Till the day we die," the girl replied immediately, quoting the pact they had made.
The boy blanched slightly at these words, but nodded. "Right," he said softly.
Why did she have to say that? Why [I]die[/I]? Why did their stupid pact have to contain death?
Why did [I]life[/I] have to contain death? Why did people have to die?
Why did [I]Lily[/I] have to die?
"Right," he said softly.
His eyes were overcome with a glazed look as he remembered what he had overheard just a few short hours ago. . . but those hours had changed his view on life forever. Lily Evans was his best friend. They had been since the day he stood up for her in a fight when they were six years old, and that had been a whole four years. And Mrs Evans - or Kerry - was his mother's best friend. Which was why it wasn't unusual for Kerry to be at his house, talking and having a cup of tea.
But when he had crept towards the kitchen to spy on them - not really that bad a thing to do. He found out many birthday and Christmas presents that way - he found something that [I]was[/I] unusual.
Kerry was crying. [I]Really[/I] crying. And. . .
His mum was crying too. Not as much as Kerry, but she was crying.
A little shocked, and unbelievably curious, he hid behind the doorframe where they couldn't see him, and listened.
Some of the words they used were too mature for his ten year old mind to understand, but he got the general gist. Lily was dying. And she didn't know.
He was then snapped back to his senses as Lily waved her free hand in front of his face. "Hello? Ja-ames?"
"Oh, yeah. Well. . ." I'm a wizard, he added silently. He'd knew forever, of course. His parents were wizards, his whole family were wizards.
But Lily was a muggle. Her entire family were muggles, and just like everyone else, were oblivious to the fact that magical people were right under their noses.
This frustrated James at times, naturally. Whenever he wanted to talk about Quidditch, or the fact his dad had accidentally transfigured himself into a Labrador at breakfast.
Of course he could make her play. Tell her it was a game and toss her a broom, then explain about the stuff he knew.
But that was all she took it as. A game. With a giggle and a fake knowing nod, she would grin and reply, "Yes, I would love to go to the Quer-idditch World Cup with you!"
It was those times he wished she was a witch. Just so he would be able to talk normally with her, without having to watch every word that came out of his mouth. She thought she knew everything about him. . . but she didn't.
But never before had he wanted her to know for her benefit. . . and could she? Benefit from this?
[I]Yes[/I], he said to himself firmly. Wizards and witches die older, a lot older. They're not as prone to diseases. We have better cures.
But how could he? How could he turn her into a witch?
It was impossible. Play pretend wouldn't work this time. He had to make her a [I]real[/I] witch.
To save her life. Not just to explain about his.
"Right," he repeated, his voice stronger. "Friends forever." He pulled a small pocket knife from his pocket and made a small cut in his finger. Lily winced as she realised he was going to do the same to her, but watched him with interest. His eyes were narrowed with concentration as he stared at her finger until a small drop of blood appeared.
"Forever," Lily echoed, as he held their two wounds together.
James wasn't aware of the dangers of doing this, but even if he had have been, he wouldn't have cared.
You never know, he thought to himself. Wizard blood into muggle blood. . . you never know.
*
Hey! Well. . . yeah. I got bored and this came about. R&R please! Thanks!
