The Leak

Part 2

Maybe the plumber isn't the one to call…

I sat on my bed in the empty girls' dormitory. I hadn't gone to classes today. I simply couldn't. But I had a feeling that it would get worse. Much worse.

I kept kicking myself. How could I've been so careless and just leave my dairy sitting on the table? And why would any of the girls do this to me in the first place? I always minded my business, they minded theirs. Of course, there was a possibility that one of the bays took it. It hit me then. Sirius! He HATES me, and after I almost comited suicide (but was saved by James on a broomstick), he was extremely mad at me. But Sirius would never do something like that. Dung bombs and stink pellets were his speciality. This was much worse.

I sat for some time on my bed, staring into space, calculating the chances of who would do it. After some time, when I figured it was around lunch, Daphne rushed in and threw her arms around me.

"Oh Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily! I'm so sorry! Oh Lily! Who, Lily? Who? Do you know who did it?" She jabbered. After the long time I spend trying to calm myself, I again gained self-pity, and burst into tears.

"No. No I don't." I managed between ruff sobs. She calmed down from her histerics and tried to comfort me.

"Don't worry. By next week, no one will even remember it ever happened."

"Fat chance. How often do you read someone's published dairy. Fresh from the journal!"

"Oh, c'mon, Lill! Sure, the first couple of times it's gonna be funny. But people will get sick of it in no time!"

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?!" I yelled. With all this stress, it was easy to get to me. "YOU HAVEN'T READ MY DAIRY! THE ENTRIES GET MORE AND MORE PERSONAL EACH PAGE!!!" Daphne gave my a sympathetic look and put her arms around my shoulders.

"It'll be ok, Lily, it'll be ok…"

The next day, as I expected, The swoop of owls barged in and dropped the second entry of my dairy. Daphne and James, who sat on either side of me, held my hands and wouldn't let me rush away from the table, mumbling something about, "Dealing with it." So I just sat there, hiding my bright red face from embarrassment and tears from the crowd that was calling out m name and making teasing remarks. Why would do this to me? Why??

But things didn't stop there. The next evening, I found out something that made my life a lot worse, if it was possible.

Daphne had just dragged me out of the girls bathroom and was in the prossess of getting me to enter the Gryffindor common room. My head was pounding by now from all the stress, and crying. Finally, I gave up, jerked my hand away from hers, and rushed into the girls dorm.

What I saw there made my heart stop. James Potter, my love, the person I trusted the most, was sitting on my bed, my dairy in his hands. He looked up as I came in and dropped the dairy on the table.

"Lily, this is not what it looks like." He started.

"YOU! HOW COULD YOU, JAMES!?! How could you?" I never felt so betrayed in my life.

"Lily—"

"WHY? WHY DID YOU DO IT?" The room was starting to spin.

"Lily, please! I didn't do it! If you just let me explain! You don't understand!" I undrestoon everything.

"You never did 'love' me, did you?"

"Lily, please—"

"You never cared about me! It was just another one of your plans to embarrass me. You didn't let me die just so you would be the one to hit me last.?"

"Lily, STOP!"

"You were speaking the truth when you said that even my own mother couldn't care for me. I guess you've already read this when you and your friends had one of those conversations."

"Lily!" I picked up my dairy, although walking to it made me almost faint.

"How long is it since you've read this the first time?" I asked waiving the dairy in his face. James grabbed me by my shoulders.

"THERE NEVER WAS A FIRST TIME! I'VE NEVER READ YOUR DAIRY!" He released me.

"Fat chance."

"You don't believe me?"

"HELL I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! WHAT WOULD A PERSON THINK—" But I never got to finish the sentence. James grabbed my arm and pulled me into a kiss. For the first seconds, I almost surrendered to him, but regained control.

SLAP!

My hand when directly across his face. He let go of me, as his hand came to the already burning spot on his cheek. Tears were spilling out of my eyes. Why was life so unfair?

"I trusted you James. I trusted you. I loved you. I forgave you." He just kept looking at me. But I could berrely make out the shapes. "Have you ever been in love, James?" I asked, as I backed away from him, not feeling like myself, but light and fluffy, drunk, more like. "Well I have. And you have no idea what it feels like when the person that you love betrays you like you did me." My own voice seemed far away now. A mare echo. Everything was a blur. Everything was spinning. There was this funny ringing in my ears. The last I knew before I dropped to the ground was Daphne running into the room, screaming my name.

A/N: Well, that's for part 2. Something happened to my magic-sad-make-you-cry-your-heart-out-it's-impossible-not-to charm. I seem to have misplaced it. Well, at least you'll be happy after you've read my story. And yes, I know, I spell Daphne's name different then I did in part one. Oh well. I just realized that I had spelled it wrong.

Disclaimer: Only Daphne belongs to me so far.