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A/N: I'm pretty sure this is complete rubbish, especially having spent less than a half hour on it. But I am bored and this was kind of fun to write. Less than seven hundred words, again, but what can I say? It's supposed to be short and sweet. I think I did that on purpose :D Again, there are probably a ton of spelling/grammar mistakes, as I am still on my friend's laptop and without Microsoft Word, I would appreciate reviews, because if it were me reading the story, I'd review, despite its utter shitiness. Thank you oh, so much.
"James?" I called faintly into the dark room, unable to see anything in the black. "Are you still awake?"
"Yeah, yeah. What's going on?" James sat up abruptly, his blankets falling soundlessly around his hips. He pulled a hand through his unkempt onyx hair. "Well, come in then." He motioned me over and I sat on his large bed hesitantly.
During the past few months, while James and I had been forced to spend time and a dormitory together due to being Head Boy and Girl, we had become, amazingly, close friends. It was refreshing to be on good terms with him. Especially now that the knowledge of his being a more than decent human being had broken through my consciousness.
"When I was young, before I found out that I was a witch, my mum used to have me go to church every Sunday. Mum and Dad are Christians, you see. They said that when you died, you either went to heaven or hell." I looked at him solemnly. "What did your mum say?"
"Death, to the Wizarding world, is just the absence of life, Lily. Once you die, that's it. So that's what my mum told me." His eyebrows knit together as he spoke. "Lily?" Worry consumed his voice for my eyes had begun to tear.
"'I think I like your mum's way better." I let out a heaving sob at the last word, my whole body shaking. I was thoroughly embarrassed to cry in front of James, but it was unavoidable.
"Oh, Lily." All of a sudden, I was encased by James' strong arms, rocking me gently and stroking my hair. "What happened?"
"I-- I had this awful nightmare." I whispered against James' bare chest. "Everyone... they all died. And I was left here... left here to wonder where they had gone." Fresh tears slid down my cheeks as I remembered the nightmare in vivid detail. "You. Even you died. You left me here all alone." I accused.
"Lily. Lily, calm down." He soothed. "It was just a dream. Just a dream. It's okay. I'm here."
"I don't want to be alone." I whimpered.
"You're not alone, love. You're just fine." He smoothed my hair down and kissed the top of my head lightly.
"You can't leave me," My words and tone were hopelessly pathetic, but I could not help it. I had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that refused to recede. "Promise me. Promise me you won't leave me." Tears streamed down my cheeks, pink with heavy emotion, as I contemplated the thought of him leaving.
"I promise, Lily. I promise I won't leave you." He continued to rock me, his hand rubbing small circles on my back, making my tears slow gradually.
"May... may I stay in here for the remainder of the night?" I asked, my throat still thick with tears.
"Yeah, of course, Lily." James pulled the covers back and I burrowed underneath them, resting my head on James' chest, my hand on his shoulder.
"Your heart is beating." I murmured.
"It's been known to do that." He chuckled softly. I felt his quiet laughter reverberate through his body.
I shivered and he wrapped and arm around me protectively.
"It means you're alive," I sighed. "And if you're alive, then you haven't left me and I'm not alone."
I slowly began to drift into a peaceful slumber, James' presence comforting me greatly.
"I'll never leave you, Lily." I heard him whisper when he thought I was asleep. "I love you too much for that."