Author's note: Hi guys! I've been toying with this idea for a few weeks, and have decided to write it. It's my first Harry potter fan fic, so please read and review.
and, with that, I hope you enjoy.
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To heal a broken heart

Summary: Lily Evans has always been the goe to girl, the strong one. But what happens when some devastating news turns her world upside down?While she tries to be strong for everyone else, who will be there to heal her broken heart?

Chapter one:
A blind run

There was a spring in my step as I walked into King's Cross station, dragging my trunk behind me, my owl's cage perched precariously on top. I was more than ready to take on my sixth year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Not even a chance early meeting with James Potter could bring me down.

"Hello Lily," his voice was as confident as it had always been… Arrogant toad. "Listen, I was just wondering-"

"Can we just skip this?"

"Why whatever do you mean?" he asked innocently. My smile didn't faulter as I answered.

"You're going to ask me out, I'm going to say no. Give it up Potter."

"Never," he said grinning, and walked away. Probably off to find those friends of his. They're all in it together you know. But as this was a routine occurrence for me, I remained excited. But I seemed to be the only one in good spirets these days. Petunia had already left for her fancy new boarding school, and mum and dad had been insane lately. They were fighting constantly, honestly, I didn't know how much more of this I could take. It was getting harder and harder to play peace maker, and my parents' rows were becoming far too frequent.

Mum and dad were looking as moody as ever as we made our way through the hustle and bustle of the train station. They followed me as I tore through the barrier to platform nine and three quarters.

"Well, this is it," I said cheerfully.

"Lily…" My mum seemed to speak with great unease. "We need to talk."

"About what?" I asked, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"Well… Lily," my dad began. "We… Your mother and I…"

"Spit it out dad," I said with a giggle, slightly amused at his apparent loss for words.

"Well dear," my mum cut in. "Your father and I have been fighting a lot lately." As if I hadn't noticed.

"I know it's been hard," I said. "But you guys can work it out. I just know it."

"Well, Lily, I'm not so sure we can." I stared incredulously at my mother.

"Of course you can!" I said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Your mother and I have thought about this a great deal honey, and we've decided that we… Well, we're going to get a divorce."

"What? NO!"

"I'll be staying here, in London, and your father says he's moving to the states, so you'll have a nice place to spend half your Holidays."

"Don't you get it?" I asked. "I don't want to split the holidays!"

"Lily, sweetheart,"

"NO!" I screamed in my mother's face. "Just stop!"

"Lily," my father interjected. "I don't like your tone."

"My tone?" I shrieked. "You don't like my tone!" I was losing my cool, and fast.

"Lily," my mother said in a hushed voice, willing me to calm down.

"YOU GAVE UP!" My voice broke as I said it, my emotions ris8ing. I'd never spoken to my parents this way before, but I couldn't help it.

"Lily!" My father's voice boomed, his features stern. I drew in a deep breath, to stop myself from screaming, and exhaled it slowly.

"Screw this," I spat venomously, my voice dangerously low. "I'm out of here." I turned and ran, closing my eyes tightly against the onslaught of tears threatening to fall. I couldn't do this, I couldn't break.. Not here, not now. Looking back on it, running through a crowded train station with my eyes closed, probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. I could hear my parents bickering in my wake, and paused, eyes still shut to listen.

"You wanted to be the one to tell her," my mother was pointing out.

"How was I to know she'd react this way?"

"You should have known she wouldn't take it well."

"I didn't think-"

"At all," my mum cut in. "Nice going Sherlock."

"You have a daughter." The voice was one I knew all too well.

"Excuse me?" No, it couldn't be.

"Well, I know it's none of my business, but Lily ran off without her luggage," That's what I had forgotten. Damn. "And she looked pretty upset. I don''t know what's going on. I just thought that maybe… " He hesitated. "you should stop bickering, and try talking to her." Could it be? Had it really happened? Had James Potter really just… No, NO! None of this was real. It was a dream. That's it, all a dream. I squeezed my eyes tighter, and ran for it. Faster and faster I ran, still fighting hard to keep in the raging emotion that was screaming for release, until… SMACK! I crashed into something hard.

I stumbled backward, sure that at any second I'd be hitting the ground. But before that could happen, I heard a thud, and a pair of strong arms surrounded me. My eyes flew open, and I blinked back the tears to look up into the face of my savior… James Potter? My breath caught in my throat.

"You all right there Lily?"

"Oh… Um…" I spluttered. "Yeah, thanks."

"No problem. You know, you should really consider walking with your eyes open."

"Yeah," I said dejectedly, not bothering to come up with a witty retort. James looked at me for a moment, his eyes holding a kind of softness that I had never seen there, nor had I expected it. Not from Potter at least. At that moment, I couldn't help but noticing how gorgeous those hazel eyes really were. NO! BAD LILY! You do not like Potter. Even though he is being uncharacteristically sweet.

He looked reluctant to drop his arms from around me, but he did so nevertheless.

"Sorry about the crash," James… er Potter said.

"It's okay," I replied. "It wasn't your fault."

"Well, it was either me or the wall," James said smiling. "Wasn't exactly sure which one you would have chosen, but…" I looked around curiously, and noticed that James… Er… Potter, was the only thing standing between me and a brick wall.

"Oh," I said, my cheeks reddening. "Thanks."

"Oh, and Lily?"

"Yeah?"

"You forgot this," he said, indicating one of the trunks beside him. My trunk, the owl's cage still balanced on top. Looking from it, to James, I guessed that he must have dropped our luggage to catch me when I fell. My cheeks grew an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Thanks… again." With a bit of difficulty, I picked up my things, and began to walk toward the Hogwarts express.

"Lily," James' call stopped me mid step. "Are you okay?"

"Me? Of course."

"Are you sure?" I had begun walking again, and James was beside me in seconds.

"I'm fine," I said, giving him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. He didn't seem convinced though.

"At least let me take these for you,"he offered gallantly.

"No, it's okay, really. I-" But before I could protest further, my luggage was lifted from my arms, with much more ease than was normal for a boy already carrying bags of his own. I supposed it was all the muscles he had, acquired, perhaps from playing so much quid ditch. They did look mighty good rippling on his arms as he carried our things… NO! NO, LILY NO! YOU CAN'T THINK THAT WAY! This isn't just some ordinary guy. IT'S POTTER! Or… not? He was carrying my bags, hadn't played a single prank on me yet today,maybe he had grown up some over the summer? And I had to admit, he looked exceptionally good in those jeans. Can't let him know that though. No need to inflate the boy's head any more, if it gets any bigger, Ithink it might explode.

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