You Can Trust Me Chapter 1: Don't Come Running:Introduction, a harry potter fanfic

You Can Trust Me

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Don't Come Running

Don't come running to me with your problems,

I don't want to know.

Don't come running to me with your problems,

I've got enough of my own.

Don't come running to me with your problems,

I can't sort them out.

Don't come running to me with your problems,

I'll only scream and shout.

Don't come running to me with your problems,

They're only in your head.

Don't come running to me with your problems,

Just cry into your bed.

Don't come running to me with your problems,

I haven't got any time.

Don't come running to me with your problems,

I honestly wish you weren't mine.

After the Sixth year Easter holidays, Lily never told anyone about anything. Her closest friends knew that she'd changed – there was something different about her - but she never broke down under the pressure, never revealed her problems – she never surrendered her heart.

Trust was one of the biggest problems. How could Lily trust anyone else when her own parents had betrayed her? They hadn't been very close since Lily had started Hogwarts, but why didn't they just say something in the first place? Why did they lie for nearly six long years?

Lily passed the Sixth year after the Easter holidays as though she were in a trance. Everything happened as normal – gossiping with her friends, going to Hogsmeade, James' pestering, Sirius scoffing food and constantly joking, boys asking her out – it just didn't seem to matter any more. The world was revolving, but Lily had stopped. She didn't care about the usual things; they lost all of their meaning. She felt as though she had nobody to talk to, nobody to help her, nobody who cared whether she lived or died. Her parents didn't want her anymore and her sister had never loved her anyway.

James' Mum always told him that you could see into a person's soul through their eyes – that's what he loved most about Lily, her eyes, her soul. When Lily came back to school after the Easter Holidays in the Sixth Year he knew that something had changed about her. Her eyes seemed sort of lifeless, like her soul was grieving or had deserted her altogether. She seemed normal, so most people didn't even notice. James did. He loved Lily, he knew that something was up, but he couldn't seem to get through to her. Why would she talk to James Potter, whom she considered to be an egotistical prat?