Friendship Has Its Limits
Summary: Sequel to Love and Hate. Lily Evans and James Potter finally became friends in their sixth year of Hogwarts. Now it's their seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and in the dark times that befall the five friends, friendship is important. But even friendship has limits...
Lily Evans lay in her bed, cursing the sun. She was wearing an emerald green camisole (A/N: Which is a sleeveless shirt) and a pair of rather short shorts, and had her fan on high, but it still felt as if it were boiling point or close to it in her upstairs bedroom. This was why she liked spring and autumn better than winter and summer. Spring and autumn rarely ever had such extreme temperatures, which was more than she could say for the other two seasons.
"This weather is simply ridiculous," she complained loudly as she trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen.
She walked over to the cabinet where her family kept the glasses and poured herself a cup of water. She found herself tempted to pour the glass over her head. Suddenly someone was lifting up her fiery red hair and running an ice cube all over her neck.
Lily whipped around to see the ugliest man that she had ever laid her sparkling green eyes on. He was a large man with an ugly, purple face. His fingers were like ten sausages attached to two fat arms. A vein stuck out and throbbed in his temple. He seemed to have no neck at all.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"My name is Vernon Dursley," the man said. His voice was deep, much more deeper than any of the boys that Lily knew, which meant that he was probably older than any of the boys she knew, apart from her dad. He leered at her. "And you must be---"
"Lily! You aren't bothering my sweetums Vernon, are you?" Petunia came rushing into the kitchen at the sounds of her freaky little sister actually speaking to Vernon. Petunia smiled up at Vernon.
"Well, actually, Vernon here was taking the liberty of cooling me down," Lily amended her sister in a syrupy-sweet voice. "With an ice cube, on the back of my neck." She smiled innocently at her older sister.
Petunia's smile faded almost immediately, much to Lily's own happiness. Lately Lily had gotten into the habit of trying to ruin all of Petunia's fun, since Petunia had bestowed the same "kindness" onto her.
"Oh?" Petunia said, voice sounding high-pitched. She stared hard at Vernon Dursley, who tried his best to look innocent.
"It was a simple mistake," he said, and found both Evans girls staring at him. "I could have sworn that it was my dear Petunia that was standing by the sink. I'm sure that anyone could have made that mistake."
Lily raised an eyebrow. She glanced at her sister, who probably couldn't get much different than Lily. Lily had thick red hair that fell to her shoulders, dazzling emerald green, almond-shaped eyes, and her skin was ashen, as if she did her best to stay away from the sun. Petunia had thin brown hair that hung loosely around her bony face, pale eyes, and her skin was a golden tan. And while Lily had a normal length of neck, Petunia could have probably given a giraffe a run for its money.
"Oh, yes," Lily mocked, nodding her head. "I'm sure anyone could have made that mistake, you know, because Petty and I are so much alike in looks and behavior." She plastered on a false smile. "Well, I have to go and buy my school supplies now, so I'll see you later."
"Hey, Lily?" Petunia called after her sister. Lily stopped in the doorway to the kitchen and looked back. "Did Vernon tell you the good news?" When Lily looked confused, her sister elaborated, "We're getting married!"
"I can't believe it," Lily said, shaking her head. "I thought even Petunia would have a better sense than to marry someone like him!"
"He's not that bad, is he?" Alexa asked. She, Sirius, Lily, James, Remus and Peter were all in the Leaky Cauldron, sitting at one table and discussing each of their summers.
Lily remembered the ice cube on her neck and shivered, saying, "He's that bad."
Just then, six owls landed on their table and dispensed a letter to each one of the seventeen year olds. Lily eagerly opened her letter, knowing that it was from Hogwarts. She could hardly wait, as this would be the year that new Head Boy and Girl would be chosen. As she opened her letter something fell out of the parchment and clattered onto the table. Lily, trying to hide her joy and failing, picked up the silver badge with shaking fingers.
"I'm Head Girl!" she squealed, causing several of the inhabitants of the pub to turn and look at her. "I can't believe this! I'm Head Girl!"
Without realizing what she had done, Lily had thrown her arms round James's neck (because he was sitting right beside her) in her fit of joy. Sirius clapped his hand over his mouth and tried to quiet his snickers as James grinned smugly and wrapped his arms round her waist.
Lily pulled back immediately, blushing crimson. Quickly she turned to Remus, trying to cover up her embarrassment. "Well, where's your badge? Surely you're Head Boy."
"I haven't got a badge," Remus stated, turning his letter upside-down to prove the fact. "I'm not Head Boy, someone else is."
"Well, I for one, hope that it is not Lucius Malfoy who's gotten Head Boy," Lily said flatly. "I don't think I could hand having to work with him all year as Head Girl---"
"Really, Lils, did you think that you wouldn't get chosen for Head Girl?" Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows. "You didn't even have any competition."
"Well, there was that one girl from Ravenclaw, Therese Lemmings---"
"It was always you, and you know it. Everyone else knew that you were going to get it, and even you weren't really surprised by getting it, although you were pretty ecstatic. James, don't you agree? Evans was bound to get it."
Everyone turned to look at James, who had suddenly gotten very quiet.
"Oi, Prongs, what have you got there that's so interesting?" asked Sirius, trying to peep over James's shoulder to see what James had clamped in his fist.
A sudden thought came into Lily's mind. Her eyes grew as wide as golf balls. "No..." she breathed. "You can't be...I mean, surely you aren't..."
James looked up into her green eyes. She swallowed, knowing what he was going to say. He nodded at her, and her hand flew up to her chest, right over her heart which was beating so fast it was getting hard to breathe.
"I'm Head Boy."
Summary: Sequel to Love and Hate. Lily Evans and James Potter finally became friends in their sixth year of Hogwarts. Now it's their seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and in the dark times that befall the five friends, friendship is important. But even friendship has limits...
Lily Evans lay in her bed, cursing the sun. She was wearing an emerald green camisole (A/N: Which is a sleeveless shirt) and a pair of rather short shorts, and had her fan on high, but it still felt as if it were boiling point or close to it in her upstairs bedroom. This was why she liked spring and autumn better than winter and summer. Spring and autumn rarely ever had such extreme temperatures, which was more than she could say for the other two seasons.
"This weather is simply ridiculous," she complained loudly as she trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen.
She walked over to the cabinet where her family kept the glasses and poured herself a cup of water. She found herself tempted to pour the glass over her head. Suddenly someone was lifting up her fiery red hair and running an ice cube all over her neck.
Lily whipped around to see the ugliest man that she had ever laid her sparkling green eyes on. He was a large man with an ugly, purple face. His fingers were like ten sausages attached to two fat arms. A vein stuck out and throbbed in his temple. He seemed to have no neck at all.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"My name is Vernon Dursley," the man said. His voice was deep, much more deeper than any of the boys that Lily knew, which meant that he was probably older than any of the boys she knew, apart from her dad. He leered at her. "And you must be---"
"Lily! You aren't bothering my sweetums Vernon, are you?" Petunia came rushing into the kitchen at the sounds of her freaky little sister actually speaking to Vernon. Petunia smiled up at Vernon.
"Well, actually, Vernon here was taking the liberty of cooling me down," Lily amended her sister in a syrupy-sweet voice. "With an ice cube, on the back of my neck." She smiled innocently at her older sister.
Petunia's smile faded almost immediately, much to Lily's own happiness. Lately Lily had gotten into the habit of trying to ruin all of Petunia's fun, since Petunia had bestowed the same "kindness" onto her.
"Oh?" Petunia said, voice sounding high-pitched. She stared hard at Vernon Dursley, who tried his best to look innocent.
"It was a simple mistake," he said, and found both Evans girls staring at him. "I could have sworn that it was my dear Petunia that was standing by the sink. I'm sure that anyone could have made that mistake."
Lily raised an eyebrow. She glanced at her sister, who probably couldn't get much different than Lily. Lily had thick red hair that fell to her shoulders, dazzling emerald green, almond-shaped eyes, and her skin was ashen, as if she did her best to stay away from the sun. Petunia had thin brown hair that hung loosely around her bony face, pale eyes, and her skin was a golden tan. And while Lily had a normal length of neck, Petunia could have probably given a giraffe a run for its money.
"Oh, yes," Lily mocked, nodding her head. "I'm sure anyone could have made that mistake, you know, because Petty and I are so much alike in looks and behavior." She plastered on a false smile. "Well, I have to go and buy my school supplies now, so I'll see you later."
"Hey, Lily?" Petunia called after her sister. Lily stopped in the doorway to the kitchen and looked back. "Did Vernon tell you the good news?" When Lily looked confused, her sister elaborated, "We're getting married!"
"I can't believe it," Lily said, shaking her head. "I thought even Petunia would have a better sense than to marry someone like him!"
"He's not that bad, is he?" Alexa asked. She, Sirius, Lily, James, Remus and Peter were all in the Leaky Cauldron, sitting at one table and discussing each of their summers.
Lily remembered the ice cube on her neck and shivered, saying, "He's that bad."
Just then, six owls landed on their table and dispensed a letter to each one of the seventeen year olds. Lily eagerly opened her letter, knowing that it was from Hogwarts. She could hardly wait, as this would be the year that new Head Boy and Girl would be chosen. As she opened her letter something fell out of the parchment and clattered onto the table. Lily, trying to hide her joy and failing, picked up the silver badge with shaking fingers.
"I'm Head Girl!" she squealed, causing several of the inhabitants of the pub to turn and look at her. "I can't believe this! I'm Head Girl!"
Without realizing what she had done, Lily had thrown her arms round James's neck (because he was sitting right beside her) in her fit of joy. Sirius clapped his hand over his mouth and tried to quiet his snickers as James grinned smugly and wrapped his arms round her waist.
Lily pulled back immediately, blushing crimson. Quickly she turned to Remus, trying to cover up her embarrassment. "Well, where's your badge? Surely you're Head Boy."
"I haven't got a badge," Remus stated, turning his letter upside-down to prove the fact. "I'm not Head Boy, someone else is."
"Well, I for one, hope that it is not Lucius Malfoy who's gotten Head Boy," Lily said flatly. "I don't think I could hand having to work with him all year as Head Girl---"
"Really, Lils, did you think that you wouldn't get chosen for Head Girl?" Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows. "You didn't even have any competition."
"Well, there was that one girl from Ravenclaw, Therese Lemmings---"
"It was always you, and you know it. Everyone else knew that you were going to get it, and even you weren't really surprised by getting it, although you were pretty ecstatic. James, don't you agree? Evans was bound to get it."
Everyone turned to look at James, who had suddenly gotten very quiet.
"Oi, Prongs, what have you got there that's so interesting?" asked Sirius, trying to peep over James's shoulder to see what James had clamped in his fist.
A sudden thought came into Lily's mind. Her eyes grew as wide as golf balls. "No..." she breathed. "You can't be...I mean, surely you aren't..."
James looked up into her green eyes. She swallowed, knowing what he was going to say. He nodded at her, and her hand flew up to her chest, right over her heart which was beating so fast it was getting hard to breathe.
"I'm Head Boy."
