Hello all! This is my second time writing fanfiction, so please be nice. If you're going to criticize, make it constructive. Anyways, enjoy!
Sitting alone, fingers trembling, eyes watering, and thoughts jumbled, I pulled out the letter once more.
Dear Lily,
I love you. Be safe.
-James
"Potter! What the bloody Hell are you doing?!"
"Nothing, Evans. Why do you have your panties in a bunch? I was just talking to dear, old, Snivelly."
"Shoving your wand down his throat is not talking, Potter! Why are you such an intolerable toe rag?"
"Because I love to hear your wonderful voice yelling at me."
The sun was shining brightly, though the day's events were anything but. The house lies in ruins. Lives were lost. Why did Voldemort have this power? His thoughtlessness about humans and his stupid prejudice caused this.
I don't want to think.
I don't know what to think.
"Flower, go out with me?"
"In your dreams, Potter."
"Oh, believe me, you're already in my dreams."
"Pervert."
So young. They were just starting off. Where do I go from here?
Nowhere.
"You know, you're an arse."
"I know, Lilykins. I know."
"Why?"
"Old habits die hard?"
Bricks scatter the ground. Their possessions, things that define them, are strewn about. Hogwarts: A History thrown to the floor. A pair of wire-framed glasses lie broken on the wood floorboards; the lenses shattered and cracked. As I walk through the house, I can't even see the destruction; just what could've been.
"You know, broom cupboards aren't usually a place to hold conversations. You should know their reputation. I mean, we do bust couples in them all the time during rounds."
"Shut up and kiss me, Potter."
"You make it sound so sexy."
Dinner parties, jokes, stories all could've been shared here. They could've watched their kids grow here. They could've grown old here.
"Lily-Flower, will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
"I'd love to."
"What? Really?"
"Yes, James."
How did Voldemort know? How?
"James? It's time to wake up."
"Hmmph… No. Too tired."
"You don't want coffee?"
"There's coffee?"
"In the dining hall, like usual."
"Lily, that's too far. Lets just go back to sleep. Classes can wait."
There's a rat among us.
"Lily, will you marry me?"
"Of course."
Why? Why did he do this? They were our friends.
I guess he was impressionable. Always was.
But I thought he cared about us.
Guess we know where his loyalties are.
"I like the name Harry."
"Me too."
"Harry Potter. Has a nice ring to it. He could be famous with a name like that."
Now all that I have left is this note. This note, showing how much my best-mate cared for his family, is what is keeping me together.
Sirius looked up, crumpled the note in his hand, then slowly started walking the other way.
End