Hey!! This is my first story on here so please review and tell me what you think!! even if its not so great!..Oh whilst im doin this though, i feel like i should put something about Lily, James and Sirius all being J.K.Rowlings characters so...well there we go!!

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'I'm sorry' He stuttered, glancing up from the floor in to emerald pools of sorrow.

She simply looked away, holding back tears, 'There was nothing you could have done…'

Lily swept her books off the table, swinging her bag on to her back; she managed to un-stick her feet from the harsh stones below and scatter her remaining quills over the floor. James stood frozen, as her wand crashed to the floor and a single tear slid silently down her cheek.

'Please,' she whispered as James neared her. 'Please, just leave me alone…'

James retreated along the length of the corridor neither knowing nor caring where he was destined. As he climbed the final staircase, he sat motionless staring past the sky through the lonesome window.

Lily slid her bag off her shoulder, uncharacteristically spilling it's contents next to her bed, and climbed on to her window sill staring in to the horizon, beyond the forbidden forest and in to the distance. Her eyes grew tired and her chest grew tight as she released the tears, which had welled up, inside her heart.

She drifted uneasily in to an unsettled sleep dreaming of the ones she loved, those who had died so that she could live. Waking, she fought to keep their portraits in her mind until finally their pictures grew still and she was forced to leave them behind.

Opening her eyes, Lily shivered in the morning light. Snowflakes glistened as they drifted peacefully through the air, gracefully entwining within a carpet of white oblivious to the pain that they were so innocently causing her young heart. She no longer saw life as those around her did. They saw hope, where she saw nothing.

She thought silently, as the school emerged from the castle, happiness in their eyes, laughter infectiously spreading amongst them, uncontrollably leaving their troubles behind as they lay in the snow, life is in those snowflakes. She smiled, as though for everyone below to see. But she was alone. She laughed, as her eyes caught up with her lungs, but her dry rasping throat did not lie.

"There is a rush of movement as each flake rises and falls," she spoke, her smile fading. "Inevitably, that snowflake will melt, the sun will shine, and the day will move on." She paused as something rustled behind her, but stayed motionless leaning on the windowpane, piteously watching a first year play. After what seemed like an eternity, Lily continued, never losing sight of the innocent Griffindor's that she had learnt to love. "No one will remember these snowflakes." She whispered in to the silence.

More movement beside her caused her to sigh in envy.

"The snowflakes do nothing more than make the snow," the shadow beside her replied solemnly.

Allowing a final tear to escape her eyes, she said, " You don't understand," she began. "It's not the snow that harms us, without that snowflake…" she paused and watched it fall and disappear forever, "without that snowflake, …" she turned and looked in to his chocolate eyes, full of worry and yet full of strength. She gazed motionless for sometime before forgetting her trail of thought…

"They wouldn't be dead." She managed at last. Throwing herself roughly into James arms, closing her dry eyes and resting her head on his chest, as his arms protected her from every evil of the world. She had never been safer, and ultimately had never felt so unsafe.

"They're dead," she cried, silently, her chest rising and falling within the confines of James' strong embrace. They stood motionless for sometime. Lily's words reflected from every crevice of his mind until the only thing he could do was close his eyes and hold her tighter.

It's strange, ironic really, how such a small, delicate entity could become so deadly James thought, letting the snowflakes drift painlessly through his fingertips before letting them end their journey to the parallel heavens.

He allowed himself to be drawn into the beauty, the splendour, the magnificence, but then he forget.

As he gazed into the distance, he no longer saw any sign of hope. Storms billow in to the horizon, arguments that will never be settled, voices that will never be heard. He knew this only too well, yet to dwell on it would only make his parents smiling faces harder to forget.

Yes, the snow will fall, the ice will melt, the sun will shine. But one day, that 'snow' will return.

Life is in those snowflakes.

He lay in the snow, staring at the sun blinding him from his senses, as an icy cold feeling shot through his skull and down through his spine.

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