A/N: This is a story that me and my friend, The Fiffth Marauder, first decided to write this story together...but...we had different writing styles and it made a big mushy mess! We decided to write our own stories seperately but starting off with this same prologue. This is my version! Enjoy please!
Songs: "Keep Holding On"
Disclaimer: I dont' own anything, not even this chapter because the Fiffth Marauder wrote it! But don't worry, I'll be writing everything from now on!
Musical Marauders
Holding On
James Potter rounded a corner, his invisibility cloak hanging over him. He had inherited it from his father, and him from his, and so on. His stomach grumbled. Geez, how impatient. He was going to the kitchens to get some food. He took a glance at his watch. 3:40 Am. Why was he awake again? Oh right, Peter had fallen off his bed and had woken him up.
Sniff
He stopped short. He had heard someone sob in some classroom. He frowned and put his ear close to the door of the classroom. Yes, someone was definitely crying in there. He looked around, checking that no teachers were near and quietly opened the door, closing it behind him as soon as he entered. The classroom was dark; he could barely see the shadows of the desks. The crying stopped and he heard a gasp. Taking out his wand from his pocket, he whispered,
"Lumos Maxima" A bright white light shone through the room. He felt his stomach contract and twist. He placed my wand on one of the desks and walked slowly to the figure crouching on one of the corners. His throat had gone dry, but he slid down the wall to come sit beside her.
"Lily…" he whispered finally. Her eyes were red and blotchy and had lost their usual spark. She looked at him like she had never done before. It was an empty look, with no emotion…not even annoyance. He wanted to do something, desperately. He put his arm indecisively around her shoulders. She didn't twitch; a good sign. Instead, her eyes began to water again. The now familiar angst crept up his spine. He leaned into her a little bit and she buried her face in his chest. Once again, butterflies did loops inside his stomach. He wanted to hold her close and whisper to her that everything was going to be OK. And he didn't know why…but he started to sing…
"You're not alone, together we stand
I'll be by our side you know I'll take your hand" Lily sniffed and stopped crying. He rubbed his hand along her back.
"When it gests cold, and it feels like the end
There's no place to go you know, you know I won't give in
Keep holding on, cuz I know you'll make it through
Just stay strong, cuz you know I'm here for you
There's nothing you can say, nothing you can do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
Keep holding on, cuz I know you'll make it through"
HeI faded away as she lifted her face to look at him. He smiled reassuringly and kissed her forehead. He didn't know why she was crying. But he didn't need to know. All that mattered was that she was hurt; nothing else had to be said. Lily closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.
"My parents were murdered…" she whispered in a small voice. He clenched his jaw, feeling hatred towards Voldemort like he never had before. Many students had been getting the dreaded black owl these days. The Dark Lord Voldemort was at large. He hugged Lily closer.
"I'm here for you whatever happens…" he told her, meaning it with every inch of his body. She sat up again and he let his arm drop slowly off her shoulders. She hugged her knees to her chest and smiled at him. He realized she hadn't really smiled at him in a long time, and he liked it. Her face seemed to glow when she did. He smiled back.
"You've changed, James," she said quietly. He almost gasped in surprise. She had called him James. She never did. He swallowed nervously.
"I've tried…" he responded, drawing a circle on the floor with his finger, the light from his wand casting shadows in every corner of the classroom. He heard a small sigh and he looked at Lily.
"Do you…do you think maybe we could try to be friends?" she asked, looking at her hands. He could've done the conga right there. He felt his eyes widen and his mouth drop slightly.
"Wh-yeah! Of course!" he said in a squeaky voice. He cleared my throat. "I mean, yeah that would be nice" Lily chuckled softly and took his hand.
"Thank you" he looked into her eyes again, they had regained their shimmer.
"For what?" he asked her, mostly to hear it come from her other than because he didn't know.
"For everything…"
She leaned into him again and her eyes fell closed. He put my arm around her and took his wand from the table, conjuring a blanket that he draped around her small form. Slowly, as the sun rose from the horizon, Lily and James fell asleep. And they became friends. That happened in the beginning of this year, the happiest day of his life. It was about mid-year and their friendship had stayed strong.
If only she loved him just as much as he loved her…
