A/N: I promised you a story, and I give you a story. Here it is, the SEQUAL
TO UNCOMMON CURSES.
Disclaimer: Once again, I impress upon you that I DO NOT own any of the copy rights to J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter. If you believe so, you should sit down and think long and hard about your mental capabilities. And to tell you the truth, the only thing I own relating to the infamous books are a copy of each one of the currently four books, and a cute bookmark with Hedwig on it. But remember, before you sue: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT OWN ANY OF THE COPY RIGHTS TO J.K. ROWLING'S "HARRY POTTER".
On With Life and On With Love
Wilting Lily
Lily was lying in bed. It was one week after the attack of the train, and she had gotten hundreds of get well cards from her many admirers, and several letters from the Marauders and Teri; much to annoyance of her sister, Petunia.
It was strange, she had nothing to do. Her mother had made her stay in bed the entire time, she was only allowed out of bed to bathe, brush her teeth, and go to the bathroom. So, instead of doing anything the least bit active, she had finished her essays and other homework; she had written several letters to Teri, James, Sirius, and Remus; all of whom had complained of, like her, being stuck in either their room or their beds, depending on how doting the parent was, and she had reorganized her entire trunk and closet four times.
Her mother said that if, when they went to see the doctor, she said it was alright for Lily to have fun, she would be allowed to go outside, and stay at Teri's house, and near the end of the summer maybe go back to her old summer routine.
Lily decided to write Teri a letter asking her friend once again to sneak out, and help Lily escape.
'Dear Wings,
Life has began to get back to normal. Okay it hasn't, but who's to say that life is perfect. I get to visit the doctor tomorrow, and hopefully I'll be able to coerce her into telling my mum that it's okay for me to be active again.
But enough about that, have you been reading the news?! It's awful, people everywhere are dying, and it's entirely my fault.'
Lily started to cry. Everyday the Daily Prophet arrived, and everyday there were more reported deaths, and every time the only thing left standing was a single white lily.
'Voldemort leaves a white lily for me every time he attacks, *drip* it's awful, and if people found out who I was, they would try to kill me *drip*. Not that I would blame them, but it's my fault that those people are dying, and I can't do a thing about it.
Your Depressed, in need of rescue, Friend,
Foxy'
Lily sealed the letter, and sent it off with her owl.
She lay in her bed for the rest of the day, crying her eyes out, trying to forget that five Hogwarts students had been murdered that day.
Disclaimer: Once again, I impress upon you that I DO NOT own any of the copy rights to J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter. If you believe so, you should sit down and think long and hard about your mental capabilities. And to tell you the truth, the only thing I own relating to the infamous books are a copy of each one of the currently four books, and a cute bookmark with Hedwig on it. But remember, before you sue: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT OWN ANY OF THE COPY RIGHTS TO J.K. ROWLING'S "HARRY POTTER".
On With Life and On With Love
Wilting Lily
Lily was lying in bed. It was one week after the attack of the train, and she had gotten hundreds of get well cards from her many admirers, and several letters from the Marauders and Teri; much to annoyance of her sister, Petunia.
It was strange, she had nothing to do. Her mother had made her stay in bed the entire time, she was only allowed out of bed to bathe, brush her teeth, and go to the bathroom. So, instead of doing anything the least bit active, she had finished her essays and other homework; she had written several letters to Teri, James, Sirius, and Remus; all of whom had complained of, like her, being stuck in either their room or their beds, depending on how doting the parent was, and she had reorganized her entire trunk and closet four times.
Her mother said that if, when they went to see the doctor, she said it was alright for Lily to have fun, she would be allowed to go outside, and stay at Teri's house, and near the end of the summer maybe go back to her old summer routine.
Lily decided to write Teri a letter asking her friend once again to sneak out, and help Lily escape.
'Dear Wings,
Life has began to get back to normal. Okay it hasn't, but who's to say that life is perfect. I get to visit the doctor tomorrow, and hopefully I'll be able to coerce her into telling my mum that it's okay for me to be active again.
But enough about that, have you been reading the news?! It's awful, people everywhere are dying, and it's entirely my fault.'
Lily started to cry. Everyday the Daily Prophet arrived, and everyday there were more reported deaths, and every time the only thing left standing was a single white lily.
'Voldemort leaves a white lily for me every time he attacks, *drip* it's awful, and if people found out who I was, they would try to kill me *drip*. Not that I would blame them, but it's my fault that those people are dying, and I can't do a thing about it.
Your Depressed, in need of rescue, Friend,
Foxy'
Lily sealed the letter, and sent it off with her owl.
She lay in her bed for the rest of the day, crying her eyes out, trying to forget that five Hogwarts students had been murdered that day.