Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and their names. I do however, own
half the plot.
The challenge: To write a story about the Yule Ball, etc. (Go to Fawkes Ashes if you want to join up, the link is in my bio and Fawkes/Orchid is the official person who set up the forum. Another member is 'Cyropi' so check her out too. She's pretty cool with her stories (nearly all should be under my faves!)). Basically, we could just about do anything we wanted as long as somewhere we included a bit about the Yule Ball.
A/N: This is a little bit darker than what I usually do. It may (as I haven't written this yet) contain some language and powerful scenes and some self harm. As for the couple, well, after the first couple of breaks it should be obvious. Oh, and this is likely to be quite long so I will later on split it up. Anyway, onwards and upwards!
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"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," Lily Evans sat muttering. She had just received an owl saying her parents had passed on. Voldemort had come, he left, leaving bodies on the floor. She would have passed out had she not run for her life out of the Great Hall.
As soon as she saw an owl flutter over to her, she knew that something dangerous had happened. She never received owls.
Lily yanked out her wand, pointing at her heart. Shaking, she turned it to her wrist. Then, she muttered the transfiguration and it changed into a quill. She pulled out her diary, starting from the beginning.
~*~*~*~
When James had seen Lily get a letter, he knew that something had happened. In all the time that she had been at Hogwarts, seven years, she had never received one letter, save one Valentines Day which was a mean joke from the Slytherins'. He visibly watched as her heart sank when her eyes scanned the sheet of parchment.
She blanched, put her hand to her mouth and sprinted out of the hall.
James had not stopped frowning since she had left.
"Prongs! James! Unicorn! Hello?" Sirius asked, waving his hand in front of James' eyes. James blinked a few times, still puzzled before he realised a hand was moving in front of his face. Turning his head his face was still locked in concentration.
"What?" he questioned irritably. Sirius started and looked at him.
"I wanted to know who you thought would win at Quidditch tomorrow," Sirius replied. James blinked.
"In all fairness, I don't care," he said, standing and walking out of the hall. Remus shook his head.
"What's up with him?"
~*~*~*~
Lily cried tears onto her sheet of paper. The memories of herself and parents had poured out lovingly in ink, feeling up the pages with her handwriting. Some of the ink started to spread but Lily just slammed it shut and shoved it in her bag angrily. Voldemort would pay. She didn't know how, she just knew he would.
~*~*~*~
James wandered up to the Common Room, the picture of seeing Lily at breakfast continually playing in his mind. The portrait opened and he glanced up.
Lily stepped through the hole, her cheeks tear stained, her eyes red. Her bag was slung carelessly over one shoulder with her cloak creased. When she saw James she halted.
"Lillian," James began, getting to his feet.
"Look, Potter. Save it for someone who cares. I can't give a stuff much about anything at this present minute so just go toddle off with your animal friends," Lily spat. James scowled angrily.
"Evans, lighten up. You really need to..."
"Lighten up? Yeah, I'll bare it in mind," she finished, her eyes flashing. James started. She was really angry about something. Before another word was spilled out of his mouth, Lily stormed up the stairs to her dormitory.
"Evans!" he called. Lily spun around.
"Yes?"
"You can talk to me if something is wrong you know."
"Oh, ok. I'll remember that if I want someone to know my private details. Thanks," she yelled.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
James sighed.
"I'm here if you need me," he said softly. Lillian looked at him for a bit, trying to decide whether he was telling the truth. In the end, she realised he was and continued up to her room.
~*~*~*~
"Yea, Gryffindor!" Remus screamed above the crowd. Gryffindor were leading Ravenclaw in the Quidditch game, seventy - thirty. James was flying aimlessly around the pitch, his eyes searching for the Snitch but his mind playing over Lillian. Why was she so upset?
A black ball hurtled his way, but James was oblivious as it was behind him.
"JAMES!" Sirius bellowed. James couldn't hear anything, oblivious to the sudden silence of the crowd. A flash of gold and James was off, speeding towards the Snitch. It was in front of the teachers stand and as he zoomed closer, he rounded on the Snitch, catching it and grasping it tightly.
"JAMES POTTER HAS GOT THE SNITCH!" the commentator cried. "GRYFINNDOR WIN!"
Cheers of jubilation and happiness seeped from the stands as James swooped down close to the pitch. He was still oblivious to the fact that the bludger was still trailing him. It surged forward, knocking James in between his shoulder blades and bottom of his neck. He fell of his broom, tumbling forward.
The bludger did a circle and slammed him in his chest, shoving the wind out of his lungs. He gasped as the keeper, Lucas Smith dodged around, slowly flying down to James' aid. Kara Mills and Hazel Flout also flew quickly down. One beater from Ravenclaw, Warwick Morris, clambered down quickly with his stick and slammed the bludger into oblivion.
James by this time was lapsing in and out of consciousness. Sirius, Remus and Peter by this time had all arrived by James' side. Together, they carried him over their shoulders and helped him hobble up to the Hospital Wing and they placed him in an empty bed. Madam Pomfrey streamed into the room, administered some Bone Grow, Sleeping Draught and a Shock treatment.
"He'll be fine, just a nasty blow to the chest," she informed them. They nodded and she sent them off to lunch.
~*~*~*~
"Where's your friend?" Lily asked Remus at lunch. He averted his gaze to her.
"Weren't you there?"
"Nope," she replied.
"Why?" Sirius butted in through a mouthful of food.
"Stuff to do, places to be, homework to finish. Quidditch isn't my thing. Anyway, where's Potter?"
"Hospital Wing," Remus finished. Lily gaped for a second, recovered and resumed pushing her food around her plate, not having eaten in quite some time. She put a small amount of bread in her mouth and nearly gagged it, but managed to swallow it. Before most people even considered leaving, Lily stood up, muttering to Kara and Hazel she had something to do. They assumed it was the library.
She knew it was the Hospital Wing.
~*~*~*~
A/N: A thing I forgot to mention, this can be in chapters, so expect a longish story!
The challenge: To write a story about the Yule Ball, etc. (Go to Fawkes Ashes if you want to join up, the link is in my bio and Fawkes/Orchid is the official person who set up the forum. Another member is 'Cyropi' so check her out too. She's pretty cool with her stories (nearly all should be under my faves!)). Basically, we could just about do anything we wanted as long as somewhere we included a bit about the Yule Ball.
A/N: This is a little bit darker than what I usually do. It may (as I haven't written this yet) contain some language and powerful scenes and some self harm. As for the couple, well, after the first couple of breaks it should be obvious. Oh, and this is likely to be quite long so I will later on split it up. Anyway, onwards and upwards!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," Lily Evans sat muttering. She had just received an owl saying her parents had passed on. Voldemort had come, he left, leaving bodies on the floor. She would have passed out had she not run for her life out of the Great Hall.
As soon as she saw an owl flutter over to her, she knew that something dangerous had happened. She never received owls.
Lily yanked out her wand, pointing at her heart. Shaking, she turned it to her wrist. Then, she muttered the transfiguration and it changed into a quill. She pulled out her diary, starting from the beginning.
~*~*~*~
When James had seen Lily get a letter, he knew that something had happened. In all the time that she had been at Hogwarts, seven years, she had never received one letter, save one Valentines Day which was a mean joke from the Slytherins'. He visibly watched as her heart sank when her eyes scanned the sheet of parchment.
She blanched, put her hand to her mouth and sprinted out of the hall.
James had not stopped frowning since she had left.
"Prongs! James! Unicorn! Hello?" Sirius asked, waving his hand in front of James' eyes. James blinked a few times, still puzzled before he realised a hand was moving in front of his face. Turning his head his face was still locked in concentration.
"What?" he questioned irritably. Sirius started and looked at him.
"I wanted to know who you thought would win at Quidditch tomorrow," Sirius replied. James blinked.
"In all fairness, I don't care," he said, standing and walking out of the hall. Remus shook his head.
"What's up with him?"
~*~*~*~
Lily cried tears onto her sheet of paper. The memories of herself and parents had poured out lovingly in ink, feeling up the pages with her handwriting. Some of the ink started to spread but Lily just slammed it shut and shoved it in her bag angrily. Voldemort would pay. She didn't know how, she just knew he would.
~*~*~*~
James wandered up to the Common Room, the picture of seeing Lily at breakfast continually playing in his mind. The portrait opened and he glanced up.
Lily stepped through the hole, her cheeks tear stained, her eyes red. Her bag was slung carelessly over one shoulder with her cloak creased. When she saw James she halted.
"Lillian," James began, getting to his feet.
"Look, Potter. Save it for someone who cares. I can't give a stuff much about anything at this present minute so just go toddle off with your animal friends," Lily spat. James scowled angrily.
"Evans, lighten up. You really need to..."
"Lighten up? Yeah, I'll bare it in mind," she finished, her eyes flashing. James started. She was really angry about something. Before another word was spilled out of his mouth, Lily stormed up the stairs to her dormitory.
"Evans!" he called. Lily spun around.
"Yes?"
"You can talk to me if something is wrong you know."
"Oh, ok. I'll remember that if I want someone to know my private details. Thanks," she yelled.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
James sighed.
"I'm here if you need me," he said softly. Lillian looked at him for a bit, trying to decide whether he was telling the truth. In the end, she realised he was and continued up to her room.
~*~*~*~
"Yea, Gryffindor!" Remus screamed above the crowd. Gryffindor were leading Ravenclaw in the Quidditch game, seventy - thirty. James was flying aimlessly around the pitch, his eyes searching for the Snitch but his mind playing over Lillian. Why was she so upset?
A black ball hurtled his way, but James was oblivious as it was behind him.
"JAMES!" Sirius bellowed. James couldn't hear anything, oblivious to the sudden silence of the crowd. A flash of gold and James was off, speeding towards the Snitch. It was in front of the teachers stand and as he zoomed closer, he rounded on the Snitch, catching it and grasping it tightly.
"JAMES POTTER HAS GOT THE SNITCH!" the commentator cried. "GRYFINNDOR WIN!"
Cheers of jubilation and happiness seeped from the stands as James swooped down close to the pitch. He was still oblivious to the fact that the bludger was still trailing him. It surged forward, knocking James in between his shoulder blades and bottom of his neck. He fell of his broom, tumbling forward.
The bludger did a circle and slammed him in his chest, shoving the wind out of his lungs. He gasped as the keeper, Lucas Smith dodged around, slowly flying down to James' aid. Kara Mills and Hazel Flout also flew quickly down. One beater from Ravenclaw, Warwick Morris, clambered down quickly with his stick and slammed the bludger into oblivion.
James by this time was lapsing in and out of consciousness. Sirius, Remus and Peter by this time had all arrived by James' side. Together, they carried him over their shoulders and helped him hobble up to the Hospital Wing and they placed him in an empty bed. Madam Pomfrey streamed into the room, administered some Bone Grow, Sleeping Draught and a Shock treatment.
"He'll be fine, just a nasty blow to the chest," she informed them. They nodded and she sent them off to lunch.
~*~*~*~
"Where's your friend?" Lily asked Remus at lunch. He averted his gaze to her.
"Weren't you there?"
"Nope," she replied.
"Why?" Sirius butted in through a mouthful of food.
"Stuff to do, places to be, homework to finish. Quidditch isn't my thing. Anyway, where's Potter?"
"Hospital Wing," Remus finished. Lily gaped for a second, recovered and resumed pushing her food around her plate, not having eaten in quite some time. She put a small amount of bread in her mouth and nearly gagged it, but managed to swallow it. Before most people even considered leaving, Lily stood up, muttering to Kara and Hazel she had something to do. They assumed it was the library.
She knew it was the Hospital Wing.
~*~*~*~
A/N: A thing I forgot to mention, this can be in chapters, so expect a longish story!