A Lily Love Story
::Prolgue::
Lily Evans opened her eyes. She felt refreshed, relaxed and oddly calm. Of the past few weeks she seemed only to be able to remember a strange, chaotic desire for murder. Confused, her face puckered up into a frown, yet her mind was too serene for her face to remain so for long. Sitting up in the white sheets, she was once again confused as she saw the neat cleanliness of the enclosed room around her. Large white curtains hung down from the ceiling, leaving her in her own state of seclusion. Nothing perturbed her thoughts or movements. Nothing at all. Nothing except... James.
The thought came to her as an awakening, yet not a surprise. It seemed that her and James had always been together, even though in the past few years they'd said fewer than one hundred words to one another. She smiled with pleasure as she remembered his hair, his eyes... Even his frown was dear to her. She felt as though she were on a peaceful cloud, looking down at him. All her thoughts seemed focussed upon James, and only James. She smiled in sincere joy, falling back among the pillows.
Turning her head, she considered jumping out of bed and running to find him, yet she was certain that he would find her - for how could she love someone so much, and not be loved in return? Sighing she shifted her weight and sank further into the bed: hoping for happy dreams of James.
***//\\//\\***
Madam Pomfrey quietly entered the white bed chamber, wondering why she always got stuck with the horrible jobs. The white glare reminded her of sun on snow, and she sincerely considered leaving to find some sunglasses. Or perhaps just leave altogether, for Poppy wasn't too happy at being within metres of a fully awake and possibly crazy Lily Evans.
Nervous and hesitant, Poppy, whilst shielding her eyes from the glare, glanced over towards the bed. The window was partly opening, allowing the entrance of sweet bird's song and the brittle sunlight of winter. All of this was directed to the large, white quilted bed.
The bed that was empty.
Poppy Pomfrey gave a little gasp of surprise, and felt her pulse quicken. Stepping further into the room, and wondering just what she would possibly find, Poppy narrowed her eyes and looked around the room, searching for her lost student.
Lily Evans hadn't even noticed Madam Pomfrey's furtive attempts at finding her. She was currently sitting at her dressing table, running a fine brush through her fiery locks. She wondered why her hair was in such poor condition, with split and ragged ends. Her skin, too, was rather more blotchy than she had thought. Hopefully James wouldn't mind... In her eyes, James was perfect. Handsome, caring, considerate...
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a little shriek coming from near what Lily recognised as the entrance - she had already tried it and found it locked, much to her dismay.
Turning gracefully from her reflection, Lily looked towards the door.
Madam Pomfrey had shrieked in shock at seeing a girl she considered half mad in an engaged in an activity so - normal. Poppy nearly yelped again when she saw Lily's expression, for a smile graced those sweet lips.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Lily exclaimed, delighted. She and the nurse, although not overly well acquainted, had always been on good terms.
In response, Poppy voiced something that sounded oddly like a squeak.
"Oh, please, tell me what I'm doing here. When can I return to classes? What have I missed out on? How long have I been out?" Although her smile was still there, a worried glint was obvious in her eye for a second or two, just long enough for Poppy to notice it.
Trying to hide her concerns, Poppy put on her best bed-side voice, trying to sound caring and motherly all at the same time.
"You've been in a coma-like state for a few weeks now. You missed Christmas, I'm afraid," Lily got a downcast look to her eye at the mention of this, "And you missed the mid-year exams." Not such a big frown, this time, though Lily certainly looked slightly worried, interrupting Madam Pomfrey.
"Do I get a chance to re-sit them? I may have to catch up on some work first, I suppose. I'm sorry, but I don't want to repeat an entire semester, please, please organise for me to be able to do the exams. Even a series of small tests might have the same effect-."
Madam Pomfrey waved her to a stop, wearing a smile herself, even if it was tinged with a little exasperation.
"Your Professors all said that you had been doing well enough in their subjects to be awarded an immediate pass, rather than going through the full bother of a re-test." Lily looked quite relieved to hear this, though a slight frown still puckered her forehead, and she was quietly thoughtful as she asked:
"Madam Pomfrey, when can I come out of here? I know I haven't been the nicest person, but I feel so much better now..."
Madam Pomfrey, too, looked thoughtful as she considered the girl's plea. Indeed, the girl didn't seem to resemble that crazy she-devil in the slightest, forcing Poppy to reconsider her previous views of the child.
"If, in a week, you don't show any signs of relapse or emotional chaos then you will be free to return to your previous dorm in the Ravenclaw common-room."
Jumping up from the stool on which she had perched for the entire conversation, Lily ran, laughing and smiling, to Madam Pomfrey. Grasping her around the middle, Lily gave the biggest hug she could manage, exceedingly happy that her freedom would soon commence-
-and that her life with James would soon begin.
***//\\//\\***
A week passed slowly in the white room, and Lily was exceptionally glad that she only had to put up with one of them. Her room faced the Forbidden Forest, so she didn't really see much of the other students. She really was secluded in her own little room, which really wasn't what Lily wanted. She was completely bored, even studying books didn't seem interesting by the fiftieth re-read.
All she had to keep herself occupied were thoughts of James... Thankfully, that was enough - otherwise she really could have gone insane, what with being stuck in that prison cell of perfect white solitude.
Madam Pomfrey came once or twice to check up on her, and Lily enjoyed these visits, though otherwise she was completely alone. She had thought, at first, that she may be able to attend meals with everyone else, though meal time neared and no one came to collect her. When meal time did arrive, a large array of food appeared on the small white table near her window. Resigned to eating alone, Lily sat at her table with a single chair and single set of knife and fork, still wishing for company.
Lily was ready to scream when the final day came, though restrained herself, expecting that such "angry" behaviour would earn her another week in the white room.
That evening, after Lily had eaten her lonesome dinner, Madam Marmalade arrived for the first time. Grumpy and surprised at Lily's good manners, Madam Marmalade made her go through a series of uncomfortable tests in which she was stabbed, poked and prodded by the energetic efforts of her nurse's wand. Meanwhile Madam Marmalade was muttering things and taking notes, not even noticing Lily's pointing looks of discomfort.
Finally, the torture ended, and Madam Marmalade called off her wand. Lily stood in the middle of the room, feeling like a gawky idiot, wearing nothing but a bra and undies while the large woman continued to mumble and write down little scraps of information onto a piece of paper.
Trying to gain the woman's attention, Lily noisily cleared her throat, then abruptly cut herself off, wondering whether a bad cough would earn her one week or two. Her action drew away the woman's attention, however, for which Lily was most grateful.
"Can I get dressed now, Madam?" Lily asked, trying to sound as polite and proper as she possibly could.
Madam Marmalade only lowered her eyebrows in further scrutiny of the young woman before her.
"How do you feel?" she asked, seriously.
"Fine," replied Lily, completely honest.
"Count to ten, backwards?" Lily looked a little confused at this, but complied, anyway, frowning over some of the odd words.
"eno, owt, eerht, ruof..."
Madam Marmalade looked a little confused, also, and then slightly admiring, as Lily finished with ease. Looking down to her piece of paper, Madam Marmalade asked her final question:
"What is another name for Monkshood?"
Lily wondered what she was going on about, answering, hopefully:
"Wolfsbane?"
Distracted, Madam Marmalade said, "No, it's seven letters... Are you sure you can't think of anything else?"
"Umm... Aconite?" Lily supplied, still looking definitely confused.
"Yes! That's it! Thankyou Lily! Ha! And Poppy didn't think I could do it!" Madam Marmalade was almost jumping for joy, still making odd exclamations. It was in her abandon that Lily happened to take a look at the piece of paper she had been scribbling on.
Many crossed out words and scribbles adorned the small scrap of parchment, though it was obvious that all the boxes were filled. Madam Marmalade had completed a small crossword. Lily couldn't help but roll her eyes in disbelief.
A still rollicking Madam Marmalade had already headed towards the door, clutching her crossword and crying inarticulate words of obvious joy. She seemed to calm when she reached the exit, however, and turned to face Lily.
"You're fine. You have my permission to move back to your original quarters tonight."
Lily was soon jumping around as much as the nurse had been. Though when she was once again on her own, for Madam Marmalade had left - without locking the door - Lily settled down enough to sit still, though her mouth was still in a massive grin. Her thoughts, however, were even happier.
"James," she whispered, "Here I come...!"
A/N
I realise that this was only short, but I need you to realise that it is only a prologue and my chapters will soon retain their usual span of 5000 words or more after this.
YAY!! I'm so incredibly happy!! Finally, at long, LONG, last I get to begin Lily Love. I really wasn't interested in writing the prologue, though it seems to have worked out okay - much better than I had expected. I wrote the first little section of this weeks and weeks ago, when I had originally had it as chapter eight of Lily Love. From there it moved to being the epilogue for Prelude, and has now become a prologue for Lily Love... Isn't it strange how some things work?
I want to start on Lily Love right away, though It's currently 11:00am and I'm sitting at the computer in pyjamas and dressing gown, having already been yelled at twice for not being dressed and also told to tidy my room... As well as that, Gypsy is most certainly protesting - during school she was usually fed at 7:00am, and I'm yet to feed her today... Sorry sweety!
Disclaimer: Wolfsbane, Monkshood and Aconite were taken directly from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's/ Sorcerer's Stone. (The Gryffindor's first class with Professor Snape)
I've lots more that I want to say, including a massive thankyou to my beta, Ariqua, and a not-quite-so-big thankyou to Alanna and her story "Opposites Attract" for some necessary inspiration.
That's all I've time for now, I hope you enjoy the rest of Lily Love, and if you haven't yet read Lily's Revenge or Prelude to a Love Story, I suggest you do (though it isn't completely necessary)
Thanks muchly everyone!
-wildcat-
::Prolgue::
Lily Evans opened her eyes. She felt refreshed, relaxed and oddly calm. Of the past few weeks she seemed only to be able to remember a strange, chaotic desire for murder. Confused, her face puckered up into a frown, yet her mind was too serene for her face to remain so for long. Sitting up in the white sheets, she was once again confused as she saw the neat cleanliness of the enclosed room around her. Large white curtains hung down from the ceiling, leaving her in her own state of seclusion. Nothing perturbed her thoughts or movements. Nothing at all. Nothing except... James.
The thought came to her as an awakening, yet not a surprise. It seemed that her and James had always been together, even though in the past few years they'd said fewer than one hundred words to one another. She smiled with pleasure as she remembered his hair, his eyes... Even his frown was dear to her. She felt as though she were on a peaceful cloud, looking down at him. All her thoughts seemed focussed upon James, and only James. She smiled in sincere joy, falling back among the pillows.
Turning her head, she considered jumping out of bed and running to find him, yet she was certain that he would find her - for how could she love someone so much, and not be loved in return? Sighing she shifted her weight and sank further into the bed: hoping for happy dreams of James.
***//\\//\\***
Madam Pomfrey quietly entered the white bed chamber, wondering why she always got stuck with the horrible jobs. The white glare reminded her of sun on snow, and she sincerely considered leaving to find some sunglasses. Or perhaps just leave altogether, for Poppy wasn't too happy at being within metres of a fully awake and possibly crazy Lily Evans.
Nervous and hesitant, Poppy, whilst shielding her eyes from the glare, glanced over towards the bed. The window was partly opening, allowing the entrance of sweet bird's song and the brittle sunlight of winter. All of this was directed to the large, white quilted bed.
The bed that was empty.
Poppy Pomfrey gave a little gasp of surprise, and felt her pulse quicken. Stepping further into the room, and wondering just what she would possibly find, Poppy narrowed her eyes and looked around the room, searching for her lost student.
Lily Evans hadn't even noticed Madam Pomfrey's furtive attempts at finding her. She was currently sitting at her dressing table, running a fine brush through her fiery locks. She wondered why her hair was in such poor condition, with split and ragged ends. Her skin, too, was rather more blotchy than she had thought. Hopefully James wouldn't mind... In her eyes, James was perfect. Handsome, caring, considerate...
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a little shriek coming from near what Lily recognised as the entrance - she had already tried it and found it locked, much to her dismay.
Turning gracefully from her reflection, Lily looked towards the door.
Madam Pomfrey had shrieked in shock at seeing a girl she considered half mad in an engaged in an activity so - normal. Poppy nearly yelped again when she saw Lily's expression, for a smile graced those sweet lips.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Lily exclaimed, delighted. She and the nurse, although not overly well acquainted, had always been on good terms.
In response, Poppy voiced something that sounded oddly like a squeak.
"Oh, please, tell me what I'm doing here. When can I return to classes? What have I missed out on? How long have I been out?" Although her smile was still there, a worried glint was obvious in her eye for a second or two, just long enough for Poppy to notice it.
Trying to hide her concerns, Poppy put on her best bed-side voice, trying to sound caring and motherly all at the same time.
"You've been in a coma-like state for a few weeks now. You missed Christmas, I'm afraid," Lily got a downcast look to her eye at the mention of this, "And you missed the mid-year exams." Not such a big frown, this time, though Lily certainly looked slightly worried, interrupting Madam Pomfrey.
"Do I get a chance to re-sit them? I may have to catch up on some work first, I suppose. I'm sorry, but I don't want to repeat an entire semester, please, please organise for me to be able to do the exams. Even a series of small tests might have the same effect-."
Madam Pomfrey waved her to a stop, wearing a smile herself, even if it was tinged with a little exasperation.
"Your Professors all said that you had been doing well enough in their subjects to be awarded an immediate pass, rather than going through the full bother of a re-test." Lily looked quite relieved to hear this, though a slight frown still puckered her forehead, and she was quietly thoughtful as she asked:
"Madam Pomfrey, when can I come out of here? I know I haven't been the nicest person, but I feel so much better now..."
Madam Pomfrey, too, looked thoughtful as she considered the girl's plea. Indeed, the girl didn't seem to resemble that crazy she-devil in the slightest, forcing Poppy to reconsider her previous views of the child.
"If, in a week, you don't show any signs of relapse or emotional chaos then you will be free to return to your previous dorm in the Ravenclaw common-room."
Jumping up from the stool on which she had perched for the entire conversation, Lily ran, laughing and smiling, to Madam Pomfrey. Grasping her around the middle, Lily gave the biggest hug she could manage, exceedingly happy that her freedom would soon commence-
-and that her life with James would soon begin.
***//\\//\\***
A week passed slowly in the white room, and Lily was exceptionally glad that she only had to put up with one of them. Her room faced the Forbidden Forest, so she didn't really see much of the other students. She really was secluded in her own little room, which really wasn't what Lily wanted. She was completely bored, even studying books didn't seem interesting by the fiftieth re-read.
All she had to keep herself occupied were thoughts of James... Thankfully, that was enough - otherwise she really could have gone insane, what with being stuck in that prison cell of perfect white solitude.
Madam Pomfrey came once or twice to check up on her, and Lily enjoyed these visits, though otherwise she was completely alone. She had thought, at first, that she may be able to attend meals with everyone else, though meal time neared and no one came to collect her. When meal time did arrive, a large array of food appeared on the small white table near her window. Resigned to eating alone, Lily sat at her table with a single chair and single set of knife and fork, still wishing for company.
Lily was ready to scream when the final day came, though restrained herself, expecting that such "angry" behaviour would earn her another week in the white room.
That evening, after Lily had eaten her lonesome dinner, Madam Marmalade arrived for the first time. Grumpy and surprised at Lily's good manners, Madam Marmalade made her go through a series of uncomfortable tests in which she was stabbed, poked and prodded by the energetic efforts of her nurse's wand. Meanwhile Madam Marmalade was muttering things and taking notes, not even noticing Lily's pointing looks of discomfort.
Finally, the torture ended, and Madam Marmalade called off her wand. Lily stood in the middle of the room, feeling like a gawky idiot, wearing nothing but a bra and undies while the large woman continued to mumble and write down little scraps of information onto a piece of paper.
Trying to gain the woman's attention, Lily noisily cleared her throat, then abruptly cut herself off, wondering whether a bad cough would earn her one week or two. Her action drew away the woman's attention, however, for which Lily was most grateful.
"Can I get dressed now, Madam?" Lily asked, trying to sound as polite and proper as she possibly could.
Madam Marmalade only lowered her eyebrows in further scrutiny of the young woman before her.
"How do you feel?" she asked, seriously.
"Fine," replied Lily, completely honest.
"Count to ten, backwards?" Lily looked a little confused at this, but complied, anyway, frowning over some of the odd words.
"eno, owt, eerht, ruof..."
Madam Marmalade looked a little confused, also, and then slightly admiring, as Lily finished with ease. Looking down to her piece of paper, Madam Marmalade asked her final question:
"What is another name for Monkshood?"
Lily wondered what she was going on about, answering, hopefully:
"Wolfsbane?"
Distracted, Madam Marmalade said, "No, it's seven letters... Are you sure you can't think of anything else?"
"Umm... Aconite?" Lily supplied, still looking definitely confused.
"Yes! That's it! Thankyou Lily! Ha! And Poppy didn't think I could do it!" Madam Marmalade was almost jumping for joy, still making odd exclamations. It was in her abandon that Lily happened to take a look at the piece of paper she had been scribbling on.
Many crossed out words and scribbles adorned the small scrap of parchment, though it was obvious that all the boxes were filled. Madam Marmalade had completed a small crossword. Lily couldn't help but roll her eyes in disbelief.
A still rollicking Madam Marmalade had already headed towards the door, clutching her crossword and crying inarticulate words of obvious joy. She seemed to calm when she reached the exit, however, and turned to face Lily.
"You're fine. You have my permission to move back to your original quarters tonight."
Lily was soon jumping around as much as the nurse had been. Though when she was once again on her own, for Madam Marmalade had left - without locking the door - Lily settled down enough to sit still, though her mouth was still in a massive grin. Her thoughts, however, were even happier.
"James," she whispered, "Here I come...!"
A/N
I realise that this was only short, but I need you to realise that it is only a prologue and my chapters will soon retain their usual span of 5000 words or more after this.
YAY!! I'm so incredibly happy!! Finally, at long, LONG, last I get to begin Lily Love. I really wasn't interested in writing the prologue, though it seems to have worked out okay - much better than I had expected. I wrote the first little section of this weeks and weeks ago, when I had originally had it as chapter eight of Lily Love. From there it moved to being the epilogue for Prelude, and has now become a prologue for Lily Love... Isn't it strange how some things work?
I want to start on Lily Love right away, though It's currently 11:00am and I'm sitting at the computer in pyjamas and dressing gown, having already been yelled at twice for not being dressed and also told to tidy my room... As well as that, Gypsy is most certainly protesting - during school she was usually fed at 7:00am, and I'm yet to feed her today... Sorry sweety!
Disclaimer: Wolfsbane, Monkshood and Aconite were taken directly from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's/ Sorcerer's Stone. (The Gryffindor's first class with Professor Snape)
I've lots more that I want to say, including a massive thankyou to my beta, Ariqua, and a not-quite-so-big thankyou to Alanna and her story "Opposites Attract" for some necessary inspiration.
That's all I've time for now, I hope you enjoy the rest of Lily Love, and if you haven't yet read Lily's Revenge or Prelude to a Love Story, I suggest you do (though it isn't completely necessary)
Thanks muchly everyone!
-wildcat-