The Letter

by mysterious1996

Their was no doubt in my mind. It was him. His warm brown eyes slowly molded with mine. -James.- I whisper his name. The whisper seems to bounce off the walls of the damp small cell where he's held captive. -You should never have come.- He says back.

1. Chapter 1

Authors note:
This is about Lily's morning. She has had a fight with James and –out of depression- her mornings have become somewhat rutine. Lily is 22 and living alone.

Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters or some of the story terms. The owner of harry potter is JK Rowling.

Chapter one.

Snow in August.

I awake. It's cold. My eyes sting. I stand. Shower. Dress. Eat. Brush my teeth.

I gaze out the window. Something is falling lightly from the sky, everything is unusually white. Maybe I am dreaming. It looks like snow, but it's the middle of August. It can't be snowing, that's impossible I say to myself.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. I rise to open the door, but when I do, the sight before my eyes surprises me. "James?" I ask. "No, the Wicked Witch of the West" he sais sarcastically. I can't help smiling at that. I let him in. "How are you?" I ask. "I'm ok… You?" He asks the question back in turn. "Me? I'm fine." I lie. He knows it's a lie, but he doesn't say anything. How nice of him.

Ever since the fight last month, neither of us has been 'ok'. "Why are you hear?" I ask abruptly, too impatient to beat around the bush. "Straight to the point, aren't we?" he asks. It's a rhetorical question, but I still answer with a simple "Yes".

He smiles. "Are we ok?" he asks. I don't understand. "What do you mean?" I ask "Are we ok?" He asks again, this time emphasizing the 'we'.

I now understand. He's here to fix things between us. It was about time. I was getting tired of waiting. "Yes." I say.

We're quiet for a while. Both of us gaze out the window. "Snow in August" he mutters. "We must be dreaming" I mutter back. And we stayed like that. In loud silence for a long time. Till he finally gets up, and walks out, without a mere 'goodbye'.
But I know now that we are friends again. I wait till he's dissaperated, then, I let out the most disgustingly girlyish squeal ever, and jump up and down. The rest of the day, I was in a very good mood. Until, of course, I got the letter. That was when my life stopped, I stopped, time stopped.

Authors note number two:
This is my first story, so its really short, because I'm still experimenting, I would like at least five reviews to continue please… and next chapter will be triple as long… Thanyou for reading though.(: