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Sucks, doesn't it?
Okay this is the start of a story that I don't know if I want to carry on with it but I just wanted to see how it goes.
Home is where the heart is
I've seen the world better than most. I know the world better than most. A man can claim to know everything but in reality he knows nothing. I've seen the mysterious world that you are told about as a child; I've seen the magic unfold, I've seen the monsters that it can create. I spent my teenage years growing up in that world, I spent seven years learning about it in a school of witchcraft and wizardry; absorbing the knowledge that I can, but what I learned was that it can become scarier, more frightening and more terrifying with each passing breath. It might be to do with the year I grew up or the fact I was born tainted with impure blood, the blood of a muggle. Born, taught and lived in a time where those persecuted muggle-born witches or wizards, who called themselves pure blooded. How can your blood determine how good or prosperous you should be? I was head girl in my seventh year, Lily Evans, head girl and at the time I thought that meant something but I was wrong. There will always be an unjust, there always has been right through history, magic or muggle. Now, at this moment in the magical world, some pure bloods go around calling themselves death eaters, killing muggles and muggle-born witches or wizards, killing those who side with us, who they call muggle lovers. It's not fair, but then it never is.
I'm sitting in the cold, dank, dark corridor waiting, watching time pass me until my stupid shift is over, my thoughts swirling in my head. Come on Alice, I want to go home. Home. If you asked me when I was attending Hogwarts, my school, what I'd call home you'd get a totally different answer to what I call home now. If you told me then what I would, in time, call home I'd probably laugh in your face. I still can't believe it, because home for me, isn't an actual place or residence, it's a person, whom without I could never call anywhere home.
I'm so bored right now that I almost wish something would happen, but in this case almost wasn't that much. Nothing was the best thing you could really ask for in this scenario, mainly because otherwise you might not live to see the next sunrise or the stars shining brightly. You see I'm part of the order, the order of the phoenix. Sounds impressive, doesn't it? The order only establishes itself in dark times, to combat the evil wizards or witches until the dark times pass. But in this case nobody really knows when that time will be. The leader has got the whole wizarding population, who isn't helping him, scared so much they won't even call him by the name he's calling himself. He's known as he-who-must-not-be-named or you-know- who, I'll tell you it will be a joyous day when he's finally defeated. And I know that day will come; it has too otherwise what's the point in risking my life every time I go on a mission for the order? Hope is the one thing each member has in common; we each hope there will be a better time.
I jump when somebody apparated next to me,
"I thought Alice was on tonight," I whisper to them, it was a girl called Stella, who was a few years older than me.
"Change of plan, she was needed in Glasgow. How are things here?" she asked me in a sad tone.
"As quiet as a tomb," I reply in a hushed voice,
"Interesting expression," she says back, well we might be in one before the nights over.
"It fits, doesn't it? Catch you later." And I apparate before she can speak back to me.
I go to headquarters a report back, telling them what happened, or what didn't happen as the case was. It was done professional, the way it always was and before I knew it I was on my way home.
I looked around the living room to see James sitting on the chair asleep by the fire; he'd waited up for me to come home, to make sure that I came home. James Potter. I can't believe I hated him with a fiery passion when I was at school and no matter how much I pushed him away he was always there for me, even when I said that I didn't want him to be. It wasn't until seventh year I finally let him catch up with me and I'm glad I did.
"James" I whispered,
"Lily?" he said back sleepily, getting up out of his chair to pull me into a hug. I hate it when he's sent on a mission, there's always a risk and it's getting bigger, so I know what it feels like for him when I'm out on the field. It may sound corny or overrated and a phrase that is used way to often but I'd be lost without him, which is weird as it's something I never thought I'd say or feel, especially when considering my previous feelings for him. He's the one who I come home to, the one who gets me up and go to work for, knowing I'm making the world a little bit safer for us. We walk towards his bedroom; we're currently sharing the house with other members of the order and we both fall asleep on the bed, cuddling up to one another, feeling protected and safe in each other's embrace, knowing that when the morning comes I'll have to leave quickly for my room before anybody really notices I didn't spend the night there.
You see there's an unspoken rule in the order, which everybody should stick to, don't get involved. In a relationship that is, and that's the problem. James and I may have been dating since halfway through seventh year but it wasn't common knowledge. At the time I didn't want everybody knowing what was going on, I mean it was a school for crying out loud, secondly we were head boy and girl, a certain example had to be set. Even James's bloody best friends didn't know the truth. All they saw, was that James and I had grown to be friends, that he had got over whatever stupid crush he'd had and we were finally getting along, which was all they needed to know. And like a whirlwind after school we were swept straight into the order where this rule existed. I knew why it was in place and I did understand it. It was so you didn't get too attached to those who tomorrow may not even exist. But I couldn't let it go and neither could James. When we finished school we'd barely begun to explore what we had and it didn't make sense to throw that all away until the dark times had passed, if they passed, we would waste too much time, so we kept it secret. And that was the way it had to be, for now anyway.
Okay this is the start of a story that I don't know if I want to carry on with it but I just wanted to see how it goes.
Home is where the heart is
I've seen the world better than most. I know the world better than most. A man can claim to know everything but in reality he knows nothing. I've seen the mysterious world that you are told about as a child; I've seen the magic unfold, I've seen the monsters that it can create. I spent my teenage years growing up in that world, I spent seven years learning about it in a school of witchcraft and wizardry; absorbing the knowledge that I can, but what I learned was that it can become scarier, more frightening and more terrifying with each passing breath. It might be to do with the year I grew up or the fact I was born tainted with impure blood, the blood of a muggle. Born, taught and lived in a time where those persecuted muggle-born witches or wizards, who called themselves pure blooded. How can your blood determine how good or prosperous you should be? I was head girl in my seventh year, Lily Evans, head girl and at the time I thought that meant something but I was wrong. There will always be an unjust, there always has been right through history, magic or muggle. Now, at this moment in the magical world, some pure bloods go around calling themselves death eaters, killing muggles and muggle-born witches or wizards, killing those who side with us, who they call muggle lovers. It's not fair, but then it never is.
I'm sitting in the cold, dank, dark corridor waiting, watching time pass me until my stupid shift is over, my thoughts swirling in my head. Come on Alice, I want to go home. Home. If you asked me when I was attending Hogwarts, my school, what I'd call home you'd get a totally different answer to what I call home now. If you told me then what I would, in time, call home I'd probably laugh in your face. I still can't believe it, because home for me, isn't an actual place or residence, it's a person, whom without I could never call anywhere home.
I'm so bored right now that I almost wish something would happen, but in this case almost wasn't that much. Nothing was the best thing you could really ask for in this scenario, mainly because otherwise you might not live to see the next sunrise or the stars shining brightly. You see I'm part of the order, the order of the phoenix. Sounds impressive, doesn't it? The order only establishes itself in dark times, to combat the evil wizards or witches until the dark times pass. But in this case nobody really knows when that time will be. The leader has got the whole wizarding population, who isn't helping him, scared so much they won't even call him by the name he's calling himself. He's known as he-who-must-not-be-named or you-know- who, I'll tell you it will be a joyous day when he's finally defeated. And I know that day will come; it has too otherwise what's the point in risking my life every time I go on a mission for the order? Hope is the one thing each member has in common; we each hope there will be a better time.
I jump when somebody apparated next to me,
"I thought Alice was on tonight," I whisper to them, it was a girl called Stella, who was a few years older than me.
"Change of plan, she was needed in Glasgow. How are things here?" she asked me in a sad tone.
"As quiet as a tomb," I reply in a hushed voice,
"Interesting expression," she says back, well we might be in one before the nights over.
"It fits, doesn't it? Catch you later." And I apparate before she can speak back to me.
I go to headquarters a report back, telling them what happened, or what didn't happen as the case was. It was done professional, the way it always was and before I knew it I was on my way home.
I looked around the living room to see James sitting on the chair asleep by the fire; he'd waited up for me to come home, to make sure that I came home. James Potter. I can't believe I hated him with a fiery passion when I was at school and no matter how much I pushed him away he was always there for me, even when I said that I didn't want him to be. It wasn't until seventh year I finally let him catch up with me and I'm glad I did.
"James" I whispered,
"Lily?" he said back sleepily, getting up out of his chair to pull me into a hug. I hate it when he's sent on a mission, there's always a risk and it's getting bigger, so I know what it feels like for him when I'm out on the field. It may sound corny or overrated and a phrase that is used way to often but I'd be lost without him, which is weird as it's something I never thought I'd say or feel, especially when considering my previous feelings for him. He's the one who I come home to, the one who gets me up and go to work for, knowing I'm making the world a little bit safer for us. We walk towards his bedroom; we're currently sharing the house with other members of the order and we both fall asleep on the bed, cuddling up to one another, feeling protected and safe in each other's embrace, knowing that when the morning comes I'll have to leave quickly for my room before anybody really notices I didn't spend the night there.
You see there's an unspoken rule in the order, which everybody should stick to, don't get involved. In a relationship that is, and that's the problem. James and I may have been dating since halfway through seventh year but it wasn't common knowledge. At the time I didn't want everybody knowing what was going on, I mean it was a school for crying out loud, secondly we were head boy and girl, a certain example had to be set. Even James's bloody best friends didn't know the truth. All they saw, was that James and I had grown to be friends, that he had got over whatever stupid crush he'd had and we were finally getting along, which was all they needed to know. And like a whirlwind after school we were swept straight into the order where this rule existed. I knew why it was in place and I did understand it. It was so you didn't get too attached to those who tomorrow may not even exist. But I couldn't let it go and neither could James. When we finished school we'd barely begun to explore what we had and it didn't make sense to throw that all away until the dark times had passed, if they passed, we would waste too much time, so we kept it secret. And that was the way it had to be, for now anyway.
