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Summary: Lily attends a Quidditch match only to watch her admirer fall from his broom.
Our Hearts Beat as One
It would be like every other match. Gryffindor will win, and all of the girls in the school (except for the Slytherin's of course) will run up to James Potter and Sirius Black, screaming and giggling, congratulating them on their big win. As if it was just Potter and Black doing all the work. As if the rest were not even there.
My best friend, Angela and I sat in the front row. I normally wouldn't even go because I have no interest whatsoever in watching a bunch of careless maniacs chase a ball and try and get it into a hoop. It doesn't make sense to me at all. But I did it for Angela and her new found crush on Sirius Black. She begged me to go with her, so here I am, watching in horror as James Potters limp body came crashing to the ground.
His best friends never left his side. His parents sent letters everyday asking how he was doing. They never came though. Not even when they found out that he was in a coma. They were to busy working.
I don't know why or how it happened, but I found myself slipping into the hospital wing every night, falling asleep in the chair next to him. Sometimes I would even cry. Not just about him. About everything that has been going on around us. I lost my mother over the summer, and I never thought I could get lonelier, but I was wrong. Just like not having James around is wrong.
Its been a week, and the rumours are going around already. Some say that he is dead and that the school is just trying to cover it up so quidditch doesn't get banned. Some say they saw one on the Slytherin beaters knock him of his broom. But the worst was that he jumped off. Because of me.
Things just weren't the same at Hogwarts with James in the hospital, you never saw any of the marauders. They always hid out in the hospital wing with James except for when visiting hours were over. They don't want him to be alone when he wakes up. And quite frankly, I don't either. Maybe that is why I come here every night. Just in case he wakes up, alone. I don't want him to feel the way I do.
Without him running around the school asking me to go out with him everyday, the school was absolutely boring. I guess he makes my life the way it is. I miss his lopsided grin. I miss having him around. I miss wondering if he will be there when I come around the corner. I miss knowing he is there.
I walk quietly down the hall that will lead me to his room. I'm surprised that I feel scared. I am never scared when I walk to his room. I was scared of what I would see behind the door, sure. But I have never been scared before that, I've always felt very comfortable. Perhaps my heart is trying to tell me something. As I contemplate this in my head, I walk into something. Gasping, I look around but no one is there. I know someone or rather something is there. I know what I felt. I know that I am no longer alone. I ran as fast as I could to James's room, not wanting to know what it was that got in my way.
I saw him, and instantly wanted to cry. Instead of getting better he was getting worse. His eyes were shut with small black rings beneath them. His face was so pale, it could almost blend into the wall that stood behind him. Machines, in which he was hooked up to, beeped slowly as an indication that his heart was still beating.
Suddenly the beeping gets louder and faster. I know something is wrong.
The nurses rush by me trying to save his life, not even asking if I was alright. He doesn't feel anything at all. People keep telling me this. Which means that everything he should be feeling, I am feeling. I'm feeling it for him.
I feel my eyes burn as the tears threaten to fall, and as his heart slowly stops beating mine does too.