Hey there, I'm back! Yep yep, I am.
Er, not that I had something to finish here for it to be evident that I was away, but still.
This is an idea I'm playing with, and this the prologue to it. Since I've got school and I spend my days worrying my head off about a guy I seem to like very much, this could either prove to be the perfect distraction, or the other things will become a distraction from not only my life and each other, but to this. I'll try to find the place in the middle, but we'll just see where it goes.
Yeah, I'm also contemplating changing my name to MissSlytherpuff, because I've just recently accepted the fact that I'm really not a Gryffindor, but a mix between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. So yah, I'll probably be doing that.
Also, RETROSPECT, WHEN EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT!
Cheers,
Miss-still-Slythedor
Other Ways
Prologue
Lily's eyes glinted with interest. She leaned further over the kitchen table and looked at her brother.
„So theoretically, there is another, totally different Lily standing right here, next to me, you just can't see her." James said in a hushed, clever voice. His dark, almost black hair was messy, dissolving nearly entirely with the darkness above his head and his glasses danced with the little fire of the candle that was between them.
„But why can't we see her?" Albus asked, his chair all the way to the wall from the table as he leaned on it.
Both Albus and Lily looked at James expectantly.
James, who was already basking in the delight of having the upper hand in a situation, let a slow, cryptic smile spread across his face.
„You can't see her, because you're blind."
Albus snorted in the little corner that he took with him everywhere he went, while Lily's eyebrows rose high up into the air.
„We're blind?" She asked, to which the oldest of the three gave a nod.
Albus rolled his eyes and knocked the chair back on all four of its legs, diminishing part of the distance he had created between them and letting the candle spread light over his features.
„And you want to tell us that you do?" His voice was derisive, but James simply lifted his chin a little higher so that he could look down at them over his glasses.
„Yes."
Albus slumped back in his chair until it hit the wall again and Lily leaned even more over the table, getting as far as it was possible without her having to lift her bottom off the chair.
„How come?" She asked in awe.
„Oh come on, Lily." Albus said, „He's pulling your nose. Not that that's hard to do."
He grumbled the last part, but Lily still caught it. As if burned, she sank back into her chair and pouted.
„Shut up, Al." James threw at his brother, giving him a kick under the table. He missed his leg, but caught the chair instead, and with a loud yelp, Albus was flying to the ground along with the wooden chair.
In an instant, both remaining siblings were out of their seats and on the ground next to a dumbfounded Al. Somewhere above them, a light clicked on and Ginny Potter pulled on her dark green dressing robe and made her way downstairs to see what the noise was all about.
When the top stair creaked, both James and Lily turned in its direction and then at each other.
Unanimously they grabbed Al and were setting him on his feet. Al made to say something, but was stopped when James' palm landed across his mouth. He let out a muffled noise of disapproval, but joined his legs in as they dragged him away from the kitchen and into the living room.
When Ginny entered the kitchen, what she saw gave her a pretty good idea as to what might have caused her untimely awakening.
It was obvious to her after fourteen years of being a mother, and much more importantly the mother of James, that though she didn't know that her three children were currently hiding behind a couch, they had something, if not everything to do with the fact that there was a burning candle dripping wax onto her grandmothers old table and a chair lying on the floor in a way chairs used to lie around Fred and George.
She sighed and, determined not to be like her very own mother in times like these, straightened the chair and blew out the candle.
When James and Lily confirmed to a still shocked Al that the coast was clear, the three children made their way up the stairs the quietest they could, quite oblivious to the fact that Ginny Potter was smiling into her pillow and shaking her head at their fruitless attempt to keep Lily's stomps and Albus's hushed curses every time he tripped silent. The only one of them she would not have said was there by what she heard, but knew was there by experience, was James, but even he gave himself up in the end when he growled out something offensive at a complaining Al.
When Lily lay down to bed that night, she looked around at her room. She was back here again after nearly a year of living away, and wondered if she would ever get used to the light blue walls and the absence of her room-mates.
It was the first night back home, and instead of letting the tidal wave of memories lull her to sleep, she closed her eyes upon the thought of there being a totally different Lily sleeping in her bed, somewhere far, far away, but still so close.
Non-existent to her senses.