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To Accomplish the Impossible
Summary: Four boys of the highest caliber, each born into a house of wealth and status, each used to getting exactly what they want, but when James met Lily, he finally understood that there are some things that money can't buy.
"What should we do with her?"
"You heard the orders—nothing...at least, not yet."
The faint prickling voices filtered into her ears. Her eyes peered open, but darkness shielded her vision—in that instant, she knew that he had betrayed her. Her fingers mindlessly tore at the ropes that tightly held her in place. Her legs were free, but she hadn't the strength or the capability of running free. A sob escaped her, but the muffled sounds of her distress only sent laughter out into the chilled air.
"He's going to pay for all he's done…"
To all her willpower, her mind could not fathom the reason to which she was captured.
"So, you finally decide to show up."
Footsteps echoed.
"I had things to do."
The voice she recognized, and in a heartfelt moment she truly believed that he was going to save her. Fingers trailed along her cheeks until they swiftly stopped below her chin. Suddenly the dim light blurred into focus and she was face to face with a person who she thought was a friend. Emerald eyes narrowed, but he neither flinched nor removed his fingers from her flesh. Her head swung abruptly to her right, trying to free herself of his unsettling touch, but her actions only led to a tighter grip.
"Let's move things along! Call him!"
"…"
"Leave us."
This was unexpected.
"Leave us," he repeated. The others led a slow retreat, but not before looking back at the 'couple' in sheer disgust. He released a frustrated sigh before removing the cloth that bared her from speaking—a mistake. "How could you?" her question sent a smile across his handsome face. He grabbed the nearest seat and sat down in an unmannerly fashion, "It has nothing against you, really."
Her fist clenched in anger, "Then why?"
A smile graced his lips, "Revenge—against your boyfriend, Potter."
She bitterly laughed at his reply, "Then you've made a mistake. James Potter is not my boyfriend. He cares not for me," her eyes met his in a blaze, "So let me go."
Again, laughter, "On the contrary, I do believe he cares deeply for you." He rose from his seat and brushed his fingers through those red strands, and no matter how she tried to rid of him, he commanded her attention. "You see," his eyes peered unnervingly towards the closed doors, "James Potter is going to come here…and meet his end."
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"I have something that you want…Potter."
"Who is this?"
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"He won't come," she told him bitterly, 'don't be an idiot James.' Her captor once again resumed his seat next to her. Waiting patiently for what seemed nearly impossible, "He doesn't love me" she informed him. His blue eyes wavered, but steady itself, "You can be quite blind at times Evans—but I'm truly sorry for" his hands presented the situation, "all this."
"I can't believe you," her murmuring comment only caused his gaze to intensify.
"He isn't the man that you think he is," he stated, "There is more to the infamous James Potter than meets the eye." The bitterness in his voice did not go unheard by Lily, but she held no sympathy towards this man, "He's more of a man than you'll ever be."
When the outside light blinded her she knew it was the end. Tears flooded her eyes as she looked at the fool that walked right into the devil's hands. It was just like her first memory of meeting him, a picture of perfection, fearless and haughty. The setting sun outlined this unmovable form, but as the shadows left him, all she could see was hazel. In a swift movement a knife was pressed against her throat.
A smile graced his lips, "Turn away Lily."
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He was using her.
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He took everything. Every punch. Every kick. No matter how hard she cried, how hard she tried to move she couldn't save him.
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He staggered up, "Is that all you got?" he managed to choke up the words and looked his enemies in the eye. Blood spilled from the gash that was embedded into his head. His tattered clothes, his disheveled black strands, the broken lenses, it was all too much. "I told you to look away Lily," he comforted her with an assuring smile, a smile that didn't suit him all too well. She looked to her left and could see the anger in this young man's eyes, "He's mine now."
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Before anything was quite understood, the object that was meant for James Potter collided and shattered against the petite frame of Lily Evans. The room went silent.
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"You should've fought back, you should've fought back."
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They were both sprawled across the floor. Lily's body was too close for comfort, but inside he chided himself for not foreseeing her actions. Blood ran down her pale frame, but he couldn't decipher whether it was his or hers.
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"If this is the end, know that every time I…" he had managed to lift his arms to pull her even closer, "…I meant it."
When nearing the end one remembers the beginning. When an impossible task was placed in front of a foolhardy boy, he was the one that seemed to accomplish the near impossible.
The class of 201 was as quiet as ever, each seated in their place and not really caring for the old man that stood affront. His voice cracked slightly with annoyance, and yet he did nothing of his problem. Heavy lidded, grey haired, he was growing tired of this job. "We have a new student today," none took interest into the news, "Her named is Lily Evans, she transferred from Princethorpe." His head turned slightly towards the door and he gave a silent nod—it was not the fact that the girl looked somewhat "decent"—it was the fact that she looked common.
"Isn't Princethorpe an 'independent' school?" Emerald eyes narrowed at the speaker, a pompous blonde haired, blue-eyed ass, typical, "And what's wrong with that?" she questioned. The class seemed to share similar thoughts for they all gave her a toothy grin. A nudge from the teacher sent her towards an empty seat, letting out a tired sigh; she sunk into the wooden chair. Throwing the book-bag silently to the floor her eyes took in her surroundings, a sad expression appeared on her face, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came.
It seemed as if the class had already taken a disliking towards her, and it couldn't have ended any sooner, but as she stood to leave, another intentionally knocked her over. Cool laughter and a flirtatious flip towards the insufferable blonde who first spoke. Grumbling to no one but herself, she was surprise to see an outstretch hand. The class seemed to have grown silent as girls flocked around her, her eyes peered questionably up, letting the stray strains of red fall out from her ribbon.
A sad expression met hers, but she accepted the hand. He didn't smile, he didn't frown, warm to the touch, "Thank you." He nodded in return and left her, the small crowd followed.
"The Marauders," the soft voice brought her back from wherever her mind was, "What?"
Her eyes met a charming shade of blue, just as clear as the sky above, "The ones who you were staring at." A blush rose rapidly to her cheeks, "I was merely confused about all the insanity in the room." Laughter met her ears as she stared strangely at the Asian girl.
"James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter—the reason why the better half of the human race flock blindly towards this place, it's a chance of a lifetime," the serious tone only intensified a certain curiosity.
"Pardon?"
A smile was her only answer as the young girl uttered a command of "come," which she surprisingly followed, but as she passed the mysterious four her eyes caught the angry glare that flickered between hazel…and something else.
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"I don't see why that took so long," head peered towards the sky as he took that first step out of the tall, massive building. His unruly black strands graced his shoulders with every step he took. Hands shoved into his pockets he turned his shady steel grey eyes to meet the coming forms of his companions. Remus was the second to step into the light, and the golden hue in those brown-like depths startled the dark haired youth. A sly smile graced his lips as he remembered the quaint little scene of Remus helping that girl up from the floor, "You were always the softy." With a pat on the back and a shake of the head Sirius gave up on Remus.
"If he was just going to do it our way, why not agree to it from the very beginning?" A frustrated James came bursting through the doors, dragging Peter along, "I mean really!" The square shaped glasses gleamed in the sun, masking his charming hazel depths. Disheveled black strands stood on every end, but it suited him. Peter was dragged along and he smiled slightly at his friend's anger, "So, what now?"
"Well, I have an appointment to get to," Sirius stated, placing shades over his eyes as he searched the lot for his car. The remaining three stared, "Another shag call?" The darkened frames slipped to the tip of his nose, partially revealing a cool glare, "Must you make it sound so vulgar?"
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Lily had no idea why she was following the girl, but her muddled thoughts did not stop her. "Miyu," the sudden statement startled her, "What?"
"My name."
Her mouth mouthed an 'O' before she answered with, "Lily." The two sat down at a bench, "I'm here to warn you about a few unwritten rules of this academy." Miyu had taken a sudden interest in her nails as she talked, "The vast majority of this school is made up of the higher class, most not caring about the education in itself, but more of the mingling crowd." Her blue eyes smiled warmly at her, "Then, there are those like you…" Emerald eyes narrowed at the statement, "…don't get me wrong, you manage to infiltrate the system, but they're all dieing to rid of you." Again with the smile, "The rules are simple, stay away from the Marauders."
Confusion spilled across her face, but amusement soon replaced it, "Is that all?"
"What?"
"You've brought me all this way to tell me to stay away from a few snobby rich boys?"
"Jealously is a powerful thing."
"I don't even know them."
Miyu finally gave her a genuine smile, "It's not that. 'The Marauders' as we call them are the sons' of the academy founders. They have the teachers at their every beck and whim, the students included. They're a dangerous crowd to mess with, whether intentionally or not. There is only one fear within this school, and that is to be flagged."
"What?"
"A seemingly harmless piece of parchment that is written in some unknown language and place within your locker if one 'displeases' them."
It was at that moment that four figures emerged at the foot of the stairs. Far enough to be unheard, but close enough to be seen. The sun seemed to outline shadows, four, tall, despicable forms. Lily's eyes narrowed at the sheer sight of them, "So you're saying that those" her fingers pointed accusingly at the shadowy figures, "are the ones that decide who stays or goes?"
Miyu nodded, "No one is force to resign. Each individual has of there own free will, it's a battle of stamina—How long can one last against endless torture?"
Well the end? Any hopes for continuation? I hope that there is someone out there that wants to read this, read and review please! You might have notice that it was a bit confusing, you didn't really read everything that was meant to be read. Everything will fit together in the end, hopefully. Everything before the separation line was a scene that will be continued later on in the chapter. Hope you like and do tell me what you think!
Next Chapter Summary:
James might've been the one that began it all, and Sirius might've followed. Remus might've turned the other cheek while Peter had no option, but I'll be damned if I'm not the last one standing.