Hello people. I would like to warn you now this story is going to be a sad one. So will all of you sensitive readers please turn away now

Thank you.

Disclaimer: if I owned Harry potter do you really think I would be writing fan fictions about it. I love you J.K.

Lily's point of view

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"What?" I moaned, yanking myself out of my warm, cosy bed. I stumbled around the room half asleep, not realising who was in there with me. "Ahem. Urm Lily-flower… you might want to put something decent on before you go into the common room…" Then I realised that JAMES POTTER WAS IN MY ROOM WHILE I WAS IN SHORT SHORTS! "GEEEEEEEEEEET !" I screamed whilst lunging for my wand. Potter got there first and grabbed it and started twirling it with his fingers. I hissed and sat on my bed, covering myself up with my duvet. "Give me my wand back Potter."

"Why?"

"Now!"

"Say 'please'"

"Please."

"Na-uh-uh-uh-uh. You need to mean it."

"What in hell are you talking about you pathetic snivelling toerag?" Potter walked towards me, stowing my wand in his pocket. "What's it worth?"

That simple question got me flustered. I struggled to think of an answer as I felt my face flushing tomato red. I could see him standing there, grinning, enjoying the sight of me nervous. All of a sudden, anger flared up inside me. I hated this boy I hated him hated him hated him. So I lunged.

Reaching forward I slapped him across the face with one hand, whilst the other hand grabbed my wand from his pocket. As I sat back on the bed, triumphant, Potter looked shocked. I had never properly hit him before. Well he deserved it, I reasoned with myself, but I saw the bright red mark n his face and sorta felt… sorry for him. I looked up again, intending to apologise but suddenly stopped at the look on his face.

His eyes, normally hazel, were black with fury, and he was leaning down and glaring at me. A muscle in his jaw was twitching and his fists were clenched, I could see him trying to keep them by his sides. This was so not normal. But then, I realised, that I had never seen him angry. Never. But all this seemed very extreme for a slap. I decided that the best option for the moment was to get away fast. However this was now not an option as he had me backed into a corner, in every sense of the word. Sat, hunched up into a ball on the floor in he corner of my dorm, James, no, Potter looked very scary indeed.

James's point of view

She slapped me! She bloody slapped me! Round the face! How dare she? Well I'll show her!

Lily's point of view

Looking down at my knees, I heard James shift above me. Looking up, I saw that he was even angrier than before. I tried to plead with him. "James… James… I… im sorry I slapped you. Really I am. don't be mad im sor-" The rest of my sentence was cut off when James suddenly knelt down and struck me across the cheek. My breath was knocked out of me and I fell to the side, crying and holding my face.

James's point of view

God im so angry so angry so angry… hey! Looking around I suddenly noticed I was looking at the wall on the corner of the girls dorm. Where did lily go? Looking down I saw her crying on the floor holding her cheek. What happened? Instinctively I dropped down and looked at lily and said "Lils are you alright?" As soon as I said it lily gave a small scream slid closer to the wall. What the hell? "Lily what happened?" At the sound of my voice she curled up as small as she could, hiding her face behind her hands. But through a gap in her fingers I could see a very red, very large mark on her cheek, the exact shape of my hand.

So what do you think? I will try and update as quickly as possible. I have an idea for my next chapter but I really want to know if you have any suggestions? In case you were wondering where everyone else is they are at breakfast.

Thanks. J