Honey Terrop and the Nightmare Come True
By Wilting Sunshine- Note the title will most likely Change
James PoV
This was my worst nightmare. The one that muted my thoughts and curtled my body. It would wake me in the middle of the night sweaty and gasping. It was Lily. She was kissing this bloke with spiky white hair, sort of punk rocker, and she enjoying it. Not-not like that. No. Like she enjoyed it because it was with him. Like she was in love. Their kiss was so innocent, sweet. Blissful.
I know she didn't love me. I can take a hint. But she was never in love with anyone else so far as I could tell. But apparently I was wrong. Because the difference between now and the nightmare, was that this was not a dream.
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His throat was dry, but he somehow managed to pull together a raspy voice and gasp
"L-Lily. W-wh-what are you doing?"
Lily parted her lips from the boys, but she left her hands rested lovingly on his chest, her eyes cast downwards half-closed in annoyance.
"James I'm enjoying time with my boyfriend. Just because-" She lifted her head to look at him. She had started her second sentence angry but as soon as she saw him she faltered. James, in turn, could only look at her eyes. This wasn't Lily, he thought dumbly. Lily's eyes weren't brown; they were the most amazing shade of green. In some lights, they were the darkest ivy-
"Just-just y-you're- oh dammit." She muttered abatingly, ending in resting her forehead on her apparent boyfriends chest.
"Dammit not again." She repeated, although this time she seemed more… understanding, like she figured something out.
He wished he knew what it was, because he was totally in the dark.
Simultaneously the couple sighed and the girl who wasn't Lily raised her up to James again and stepped towards him. James noted this was the first time since he saw her that she broke contact with her boyfriend.
"Listen James, I know that by now you've figured out that, I'm not Lily you know, what with the eyes and all," she said awkwardly, gesturing her two big brown eyes. "Well, I'm not your Lily anyways." James just stared. She sighed. "Right well, I know this'll be difficult but just… forget this, okay? Just go back to your dorm, put off that assignment McGonagall gave you, and go to sleep."
Hesitantly, she stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. She looked at him almost jokingly.
"Who knows? This whole thing might just be a bad dream."
James' mouth dropped. The boyfriend was chuckling silently, looking down to conceal his laughter. The girl took a few long strides back to him and took his hand. They smiled at each other and walked down the corridor hand in hand while James just stood there, shocked and alone.
• • •
"We Are Terrible!" he exclaimed giddily.
"Hah! What do you think the chances are he actually went back?!"
"My money's on that he's still dumbstruck. Hopefully by the time he snapped out of it we'll have a completely different James to worry about." This caused the redhead to burst out laughing.
"Marcus!" she gasped. He smiled at her laughter.
"You know I'm kidding." Marcs said. His girlfriend hurried to him.
"Are you sure about that?" she teased, grabbing his arm. "Come on, we're here."
And then she placed her free hand on the majestic gargoyle statue before them. After a moment of concentration she smiled and muttered "Pickle relish Jelly Beans." The gargoyle hopped aside and winked at them, revealing a staircase. When the couple reached the top the girl caressed the statue's neck.
"Thanks Stevie, long time no see."
She said gratefully. Marcus pat the statue on the back.
"Might I inquire as to why you are choosing to converse with my statue?" said a voice from the doorway. The girl smiled.
"Why indeed you may Albus."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
"Why are you conversing with my statue? Miss…"
The girl smiled again.
"My name." she said it like it was the funniest thing in the world. "You can call me Honey, everybody does… But my name is Lily. Lily Molly Potter."
End Prologue.
So tell me what you think. This is my first fic and I really need the imput.