Gone Blonde
infalliblejily
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Prongs,
We lost her. I'm sorry. She walked in and we lost all the charms on her as soon as she went in.
We waited for two days, but...
She loved you, though.
She told us to tell you if she didn't make it back. I think she knew.
I cannot tell you the location of where we lost her, for safety and secret.
-A member of the OOTP
James stared at the letter.
He read it. Then he read it again.
Then he crumpled it up and threw it at the door.
"I hate him!" James yelled as he punched the door.
Voldemort took away his loved ones, and he would never stop. He took away Lily.
His eyes blurred.
He took away Lily.
He knew that either of them could die, but he couldn't accept it.
His light and love and everything was gone.
He cried. His face turned red and tears and snot ran down his face. Choked sounds came from his throat as he cradled a picture of Lily.
Lily would never laugh again.
She would never make fun of him for misusing muggle things, and then show him how to use them.
Never again, would she hug him, or kiss him.
She would never comfort him.He would never see the life in her green eyes.
She'd never tell him she loved him again.
His eyes swelled and he couldn't see.
Lily.
Another Order mission without Lily.
A year without Lily.
He couldn't focus. Not at all.
"Ay, Potter," shouted Moody, "Focus! Constant vigilance!"
He couldn't do it.
"I can't today, Mad-Eye."
"What do ye bloody mean you can't?"
He glanced at his engagement ring and Moody wordlessly dismissed him.
Lily loved King's Cross station.
James apparated there.
James blindly navigated to her favourite bench. He had no idea why it was her favourite, but it was, and it made his eyes blur to realize he'd never know why.
A blonde in a red sweater sat on the bench, her head down, and face in her hands.
She was also crying.
What would Lily have done?
She'd have asked what was wrong, and comforted the blonde.
It was time to be a Lily Evans in a world where there was none.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, he put a hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong?"
She kept her head down, and stared at her fidgeting hands.
"My fiancé. I'll never see him again." She whispered as a tear fell off her face.
"Is he...?"
"I hope not," her voice broke, "But he doesn't know I'm still here."
Although he told himself he wouldn't cry, he couldn't help but tear up. He understood her pain.
"My name is James," he told her, and this made her sob harder, "This was my fiancée's favourite bench. She went missing today last year and-" he swallowed, "I think she's dead."
And then they both started crying.
"I miss him so much."
"I wish he'd just go away! She would be here if it wasn't for him."
"W-What was her name?" Sniffled the blonde.
"Lily."
Finally, the blonde looked up at him with green watery eyes.
"James?" she whispered incredulously, not taking her eyes off him, as if he'd disappear.
Green eyes. Lily's eyes.
"Lily!"
He held her tight and spun her around, off the bench. He began kissing her hair, her cheek, her eyelashes, her nose.
"I thought you were gone."
He started shaking, a mixture of laughter and sobs.
Lily was here, hugging him, loving him, disguised as a blonde.
a/n: I don't like this much. review either way please!