Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
For Rachel and Mad. =D
This...is weird. :P
Warning: major crack, one swear word, a bit of bashing and tons of weirdness.
one:
It all happens so fast.
(She was never a good swimmer.)
She's running around the side of the indoor pool, laughing as Lysnader chases her and she loses her balance and she slipps and falls like Alice down the rabbit hole.
She hits the water.
She struggles, and the water pulls her back and she can't get any air.
Her chest burns.
Her lungs ache.
Darkness over comes her only moments later.
She never knows when she takes her last gasp of air.
Lysander finds her too late.
Her body is cold in his arms.
two:
Lily should've known one of those several people she's managed to piss off in her fifteen years would finally seek revenge.
But no, she didn't know and that's why she's laying six feet in the ground, dead by the hands of Scorpius's crazy ex.
She really should've made sure that pencil wasn't so sharp.
three:
She saves a bank full of muggles from seven robbers.
She ends up with a bullet in her stomach, bleeding all over the floor.
Life sucks was her last thought.
Then she died.
four:
She went to the past.
To Salem, to the time of witches and burnings and, because honestly, she always had a flair for the dramatic, she ends up being burned on the stake herself.
Lily always did want to go out with a bang.
five:
She's wearing too high high-heels and she's running outside after her cat and she trips, and the words of that silly little ryhme runs through her mind, londen bride is falling down, and then she's down and her head connects with a random rock and darkness takes a hold of her.
six:
She should've ducked.
James was waving that fork around and she was sitting by him and really, she should've ducked.
Too late now, huh?
seven:
She's the resident fire girl so it's a bit ironic that she dies in a blazing burn.
Irony's a bitch.
But so was Lily Luna.
eight:
She's thrown from a horse and cracks her head.
Pretty sure I've done this before. she thinks before she dies.
nine:
Her family is all around her.
Ninety-six and she's happy.
Death beckons her.
She's not afraid.
(It's not like she hasn't done it before.)
A smile rests on her face as she lets go.
She's finally at peace.
