A/n- I appreciate that there are a few mistakes here. I'm sorry for this but I tried to correct them and it wouldn't let me. Please note that I know the timing of the Snape / Remus incident is off, but if you could just go with t that would be great. Thanks! Please leave reviews.
The library was a vast collection of the perfect mixture of experience and imagination. The reason that Lily Evans liked the library was because all scary things, like vampires and trolls, and all sad things, like death and war, could be closed and put back on the shelf. The library was a retreat where nothing was real.
This is why on Wednesday the 9th of February 1977 Lily Evans fled to the Library after a particularly difficult transfiguration exam. The seventeen year old red head had finally snapped and ran from the scene after a minor conflict with Severus Snape and his cronies. Minor.
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Twenty minutes earlier.
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The corridor was pretty much clear outside the great hall as the sixth years had all disbanded to revise more for their last exam that afternoon, Defence against the Dark Arts.
Lily had been fighting back tears when Dorcas had asked if she wanted to take a walk on the grounds to work off some stress. The red head had simply shook her head and fiddled in her bag, trying to swallow around the huge lump in her throat. Now that everyone had gone she sighed and leaned her forehead on the closed door of the great hall, letting the first heavy tears fall down her porcelain cheeks.
She really hated transfiguration. But she seemed to say that about all of her subject choices. She regretted taking such hard studies, but the healer programme only accepted the best. It just so happened that on the day they chose what they wanted to do, James Potter, the big idiot, had spurted out a comment straight from his arse and said that she would do well on the healer programme.
That had been the first and last time she ever took his opinion into account she promised herself.
Just as she was about to drop by the kitchens before heading to the library again, a large number of footsteps sounded from down the hallway. She quickly spun from the wall and started walking in the other direction when the jeers started.
'Look boys, another mudblood out on her own.' Rodolphus, an accurate representation of a death eater called out.
'Wonder if she fairs better than the last one did?' Barty Crouch, the only known non slytherin active supporter in the school.
'Potter wouldn't approve of that, now would he Barty?' Rabastian Lestrange's deep voice sounded much kinder than the others. It was a shame it was still full of malice.
A muttered hex was thrown and Lily was forced to crouch to pick up her belongings off the floor where cutting hex had slashed a rip through her bag. Her new bag.
Unfortunately this gave the pack of fifth to seventh year death eaters a chance to slowly catch up to her. Her packing up became more frantic as she looked for her wand at the same time. Her vision was blurred by the transfiguration tears, so everything was proving rather difficult.
Another charm was muttered and a sudden gust of wind caused Lily to drop her belongings and grab at her school skirt which had flown up around her arms, giving the Slytherins a long look from behind at her white lacy knickers. Laughs pounded in her ears as her cheeks heated up and she let a few whimpers slip.
Lily was usual a decent match for the boys. The most talented witch of her age. But with the recent death of her parents, a brutal rejection from her sister and her transfiguration failure, all Lily wanted to do was curl up and have a rest from the world. And she couldn't find her wand.
The Slytherins had finally caught up with her. Seven in total ranging from eighteen to fifteen.
The Lestrange brothers were obviously the most dangerous, a fierce hate for muggleborns and the fact they were taught dark magic from birth kept Lily's eyes flickering between the two. Barty crouch wore an evil grin as he leant against the wall to her right, ready to watch the fight unfold.
Three Blacks graced her presence today. She was very wary of these three because of her new found friendship with Sirius. She was often found walking and sitting with him at lunch, and he had told her many stories about his vile family. His two cousins Bella and Narcissa were equally pretty, rich and talented.
His younger brother often looked out of place among the group, his strong resemblance to Sirius gave Lily a slight soft spot for him. She knew she wouldn't be able to hurt him and she only hoped they didn't make him do their dirty work for them.
Finally, loitering at the back of the group as usual, was Severus Snape. Lily completely avoided his eye contact, choosing instead to focus of the rigid movements of his left arm. So he'd finally done it then.
A sudden memory caused her to quickly unfold the cloak she had been carrying and extract her wand from the front pocket. The seven of them laughed at her.
'What you gonna do with that princess?' Barty whispered. He pushed off the wall and started towards her, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She raised her arm and pointed her wand at his heart.
'Stop.' Lily's voice sounded weak and shaky. She hated herself for being so weak. The sixth year Ravenclaw continued towards her and she retreated away from him. Her arm shook and as her foot skidded over an abandoned piece of parchment, she dropped her wand. Laughs louder than before sounded and her wand rolled over to stop in front of Regulus Black.
Her back hit the wall and she could feel Barty's breath on her face, dancing across her nose and cheeks as if they were lovers.
Lily tried to sidestep away, resulting in Barty's forearm coming to lean on there wall by her head. She leant in the other direction and his other arm boxed him in.
Her breathing picked up and she began to panic as the Slytherins laughs increased again.
'Is she as ugly up close B?' Bellatrix called, 'I wouldn't dream of getting that close to one.'
Barty let out a breathy laugh and leaned in more. As Lily lifted her chin defiantly she remembered first and second years when Barty and herself had been friends. They had sat together in history of magic and bonded over their mutual dislike of James Potter.
Lily voiced her thoughts and as the other Slytherins howled with laughter his grin became perverse and he replied,
'You didn't have these back then did you ginger?' His hands dropped from the walls to her chest and he squeezed her breasts. She let out a gasp and he forced his tongue down her throat, grinding his hips against hers which were stuck to the wall.
She used all of the strength in her arms and pushed against his chest, to no avail. When he finally decided he'd got what he wanted he pulled back and she slapped him hard across the face.
His features dropped their sarcastic humour and one of his arms pinned hers above her head, the other squeezing tightly. Her tears were running thick and fast and a voice sounded above the laughter.
'I don't understand why you have the need to be that close to a mudblood Barty. It would be like having sex with an animal.' Snapes sneer caused another bout of jeers while Barty's face retook his perverse grin.
'That's where you're wrong Severus, of course I wouldn't have sex with it. That would be unnatural. I simply appreciate the female body, and I enjoy using what is my right.' His hand slid down her front and gripped her sensitive area, hard. She sobbed. 'I like knowing what I could have.' His had trailed back up and squeezed her boobs again.
'Look at her, I doubt frigid Evans has ever had anyone touch her there. She's too ugly, no one would want her.' Bellatrix laughed as to Rodolphus playfully patted her bum.
'Is that right Evans? Am I your first? Well that turns me on a lot more than I thought it would,' he whispered into her ear. She held back her vomit knowing it wouldn't end well to ruin his robes.
'Anyway Severus, I'm sure we'd all appreciate a show now, what you always wanted, eh? Let's see if I can make her moan.' He attached his mouth to her neck, on the centre of the left side. He sucked as hard and he could then bit down, drawing bloody which he spat on the floor. 'Disgusting, your blood tastes of mud. Filthy animal.' He sneered before moving his hand to unbutton her blouse, 'Severus come closer, I know you want to.'
As Barty crouch turned his head to smile at his friends, Lily brought her knee up as fast and hard as possible, straight in between his legs. He cried out and rolled to the side as she took off into a run through the Slytherins, snatching her wand from Regulus on the way. As she sprinted curses were fired at her and she nimbly dodged until she was round the corner.
Lily's usually pale composed face was bright red and full of tears. She was sobbing and gasping as she ran away from reality and went to find peace in her world of knowledge and beauty.
The ginger briefly stopped in the prefects bathroom down the hall from the library and tried to clean up. She washed her face, applied a layer of make up on top of the splotches and fixed the bite mark on her neck. She didn't know how to get rid of the horrendous hickey but she flung her hair over that shoulder. She rebuttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt before shakily smiling at the mirror and heading out before she could see herself cry.
The library was a vast collection of the perfect mixture of experience and imagination. The reason that Lily Evans liked the library was because all scary things, like vampires and trolls, and all sad things, like death and war, could be closed and put back on the shelf. The library was a retreat where nothing was real.
It was the 9th February 1977 and Lily Evans made her way to the advanced history of magic section to start some defence revision. How ironic. Because of the awful teaching, no one took history of magic to Newt level, so the advanced section in the library was always empty. Dusty, but empty all the same.
Her favourite table was right in the corner of the library. It was positioned so one of the two seats was facing the rest of the room and one could lean against the corner. Lily had never told anyone about this place in fear of never doing any work.
She slouched into her seat and held the tears back as long as possible before casting the strongest silencing charm she could manage and crying and crying and crying. She had done this a lot over the years, it was her special place to scream and shout and no one would hear.
She cried for her weakness and cowardice, she cried for her stupidity in the recent situation and in the bloody transfiguration exam. She cried for the war and the death of her parents. She cried for petunia, and she cried for Vernon who would be stuck with her. She cried for muggleborns everywhere. She cried for her lost friendship with Severus and Barty, and she cried for Regulus. She cried for Sirius, she even cried for James Potter and their stupid fight which had caused Lily and Sirius' friendship to blossom.
Lily Evans was surprised she didn't run out of tears.
Lily Evans was even more surprised when a hand planted itself on her shoulder. She was beyond surprised, she was terrified. Her wand was suddenly digging in the mysterious, definitely male chest, and she slammed her back into the corner her arm fully outstretched, trying to keep whoever it was from touching her.
It took her a few moments to recognise the voice that was murmuring her name.