Unheard
by EllaWatson
Disclaimer: The characters belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Some quotes belong to Ann Brashares who wrote 'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants'.
Lily Evans walked 10 inches away from James Potter as they patrolled the corridors; wondering why he has been silent than usual.
She looked at him. He looked quiet upset, really. Without that arrogant grin he always wore, he didn't look like the person Lily used to scream and yell at for about three years. To think about it, he never annoyed her for sometime now, he doesn't even look at her.
"Tell me what wrong." Lily broke the silence, and they both stopped. James turned to face her.
"Nothings wrong," he said, and he continued to walk down the corridor.
"Yes there is." Lily said, staying where she was.
"No there isn't, Evans – anyway, I think that we should get back to our rooms now. It's getting late," and he turned to the staircase and walked down it, without a mere glance or – to Lily's disappointment – a goodnight.
Lily woke up at six o'clock on Saturday morning; she sat up and marvelled her Head Girl Room – knowing that James was still sleeping on the other side of the wall. Why am I so concerned about Potter? Well, it's not like I miss the attention…I like it this way…I don't miss yelling at him…I don't. Well, she was sure of one thing. She wasn't going to spend her weekend thinking about Potter. She had other things in her mind – as in, help Madam Pomfrey at the Hospital Wing. Lily wanted to be a healer – so helping the school's healer was a good start. On her way to breakfast, Remus Lupin, looking extremely tired, stopped her.
"Hello, Lily."
"Um…hello, Remus, what news do you have for me this morning?" Lily asked.
"I was just wondering if you knew where James was," Remus said, "You know, because you're sharing a common room with him and everything."
"I'm sorry, Remus, but I was thinking he was still in bed. I never look for him anyway," replied Lily, "he was acting different on our patrols as well."
"Well, thanks. I'll probably see you later then."
"Yeah, you too – and I think you should show Madam Pomfrey those scratches, Remus." Lily said, and continued her way over to the Great Hall.
X-X-X-X
"Wonderful, Miss Evans, you're here." Madam Pomfrey said as Lily entered the Hospital Wing.
"Well, today, we have got Mr Nick here…" she showed Lily to a small boy's bed, who was reading a book, "Someone has put an ear blocking charm on him. So he can't hear anything, right now."
Lily nodded.
"So you might want to help me make a potion for him – knowing how wonderful you are in potions." The small boy was blonde with brown eyes, and looked as miserable as ever. Lily wondered what it felt like not be able to hear anything. That must suck. She thought to herself as she and Madam Pomfrey walked to her office.
X-X-X-X
"Well, he didn't tell me where he was going –" Remus said.
"We can't find him if he has the Marauder's Map with him –" interrupted Peter.
"Are you sure you looked everywhere?" Sirius asked.
"Yes." Remus and Peter said together.
"Did you check the Quidditch Pitch?" Sirius said.
"Well…actually, no."
"Man, you're idiots."
X-X-X-X
That night, Lily stayed in the library – she had to study hard for her N.E.W.T.s where coming.
"Excuse me, Miss Evans, do you mind looking after the library for a while?" Madam Pince asked.
"No, it's fine by me." Lily replied. It was true – there was only Lily in the library as well as a second year girl.
"Thank you, Miss Evans, I will be back."
A minute after Madam Pince's absence, there was a sound of many books falling at the same time. Lily stood up and walked towards where the sound had come from. As she turned a corner, she spotted the second year girl lying on the floor, with many books surrounding her.
Lily rushed up to her and checked her pulse (fortunately, she was not dead). "Wingardium Leviosa!" She levitated the girl to the Hospital Wing – hoping Madam Pince was able to understand that she had to leave her precious books un-supervised.
X-X-X-X
"I knew if only I gotten out of detention today, he'll already be here. I could have found him in an instant." Sirius bragged as they made their way to the Quidditch Pitch.
"Yes, the cleverness of you, Padfoot." Remus said.
The entered the Pitch although, it was quiet dark, the threesome could see the outline of James Potter lying on the grass on his stomach.
"Prongs, what are you doing?" Sirius asked poking James' back.
"I'm thinking." James said, turning around, "I'm mean – Padfoot."
"No, you are not mean." Remus said, lying next to him.
"No, of course you're not." Sirius said as he and Peter lay on the grass too. "What makes you think that?"
"Evans makes me feel mean."
"Well it's her fault then." Sirius said.
"No – it isn't. She is helping me open my eyes – without doing anything at all, you know; all this time, I've been so arrogant and selfish." James said.
The four looked up at the stars, marvelling the light the crescent moon gave.
"You know," James, said, "you know what I love most about the stars? When you look at them, all in their own individual places, you just know that there has to be more than life."
He paused, thinking about his parents.
"But I just don't understand how someone's can just go when another person needs them most."
"Things happen, Prongs, even unplanned." Remus said.
"Yeah, Prongs, you're parents were great. They didn't deserve what happened to them. However, you just have to tell yourself to be strong. You may think that your parents can't see you leave Hogwarts, get married, and get kids – but they can." Sirius said.
"It hurts a lot." James said, quietly, "Thinking they're gone…"
"I know, Prongs." Remus said.
"No. You do not know. You just want to feel good and happy and…alive. Because when I feel alive, it doesn't seem like their dead, and when they're dead, it seems like I have nothing anymore."
There was silence; the only thing heard was the autumn wind and the crickets' songs.
"You do," Sirius said, "You have us."
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