Day 2: Friendship / Parent's Death

She looked at him, she only looked at him because if she touched him he would break, and she couldn't bear for him to break. She wasn't ready for him to break just in front of her.

The boy she loved was sitting on the edge of his bead, his hands intertwined in front of him with his arms on top of his knees and a lost stare into space behind round glasses. His best friend was sitting against the headboard of the bed, his head resting against the wooden headboard looking at the ceiling of the four-posted bed, with the same lost stare.

Lily sighed trying to gain control. Neither boy moved.

The redhead approached the man with the glasses and dare to put a hand on his shoulder. He didn't move. She sat besides him and after a couple of minutes he placed his head on her shoulder.

Lily rubbed his back trying to comfort him, knowing it wouldn't help but she needed to do something.

He felt some sort of inverted dejavú because less than a year ago he had helped her with the same situation.

Lily was screaming her lungs out in her dorm, she had trashed everything in her trunk and now was trying to tear the pillow apart with her own hands. It wasn't fair, he shouldn't have died, but he did, and now she was trying to mitigate the pain wrecking her bedroom.

Mary had tried to talk to her, to calm her, she tried to tell her that everything would be ok, she wanted to make Lily feel better but she said all the wrong things. So she left, leaving Marlene on the babysitting job outside the dorm door.

Lily heard the door opening, she didn't turn she just kept punching and pulling at her pillow.

Someone approached her from the bag and grabbed her by the wrist, she tried to fight, fighting seemed to numb the pain; o at least distract her from it. She tried to pull her wrist free but couldn't, she fought so hard against this new force that was trying to calm her, to make her feel again, and she didn't want to.

Before she knew it she was sitting against someone, he; because it was a male; had his arms around her waist and was trying to control the fits of random rage that she threw at the world. Lily heard a "Shhh, it's ok," against her ear, over and over again.

"You're going to hurt yourself, Lily, please," she heard the male plead.

James she thought in recognition, and then stopped fighting. He wrapped her tightly and started to stroke her hair trying to make her notice he was there and he wouldn't go anywhere.

"Why?" she asked after what felt like hours, her voice shaken and hiding behind a sob. She knew he didn't have the answers but she had to ask anyway.

"Is the way of life I suppose, is not fair, but it's what happens," he gave it to her, like if he had thought about it a long time.

"I've miss her…" she tried to get closer to him, trying to catch some of his warm, "she hasn't been… not a day… and I've already…"

"I know, love, I know," James kissed the top of her head squishing her closer to him.

"I didn't… I don't remember what was the last thing I told her… I don't remember if I told her I love her…" she chocked.

"She knows, Lils, she knows you love her," he rubbed her arms.

James felt like hours passed before she spoke again. "I just want it to stop… the hurt, I just want it to stop…"

James sighed and rubbed her cheek with his tumb, cleaning the tears away and making her look at him. "It won't… it never stops, Lils, I'm sorry. It just get easier, but never stops."

Lily's green eyes open wide, she expect sweet words, something to feel the momentary void, something empty that made her feel better, but James; James wasn't going to give her something meaningless, not now not ever. She knew the pain wouldn't stop, she knew it before she asked, but a tiny part of her wanted the sweet empty words, but when they didn't come she didn't felt disappointed, because he told her the truth, something that she needed not something that she wanted.

She was grateful in the mist of the pain, but then something snapped in place.

"Who…?" she ventured to ask, she didn't have to finish the sentence for James to understand.

"Dad, two years ago," he answered with a sad smile.

After a while he said, "I'm sorry it happened to you," he hugged her even more tightly and she allowed herself the be buried in his chest; they would talk about all later, but for the time being she allowed herself a moment of selfishness and tears.

Lily was brought to reality by the rare glimpse of Sirius Black crying, it wasn't so much of a loud cry, or even a cry; just a couple of tear falling from his eyes and caught by his hands before reaching his neck. Lily had never seen Sirius in that stated, not even James, so that startled her.

"I'm all alone…" Lily and Sirius jerked their heads to the low voice of James Potter.

"James?" Lily said in spite of herself, she didn't knew why she called him, she was so startled by the statement that it was the first thing that left her mouth.

"I'm all alone…" he repeated, he was shaking now. And Lily could her the small sobs coming from his body. She didn't know how to react.

Suddenly she felt another arm around James, not hers. She was so focused on James that she didn't notice Sirius crawling from his preview position to sit besides James.

"Come on, Prongs, don't say that," Sirius wrap his arm around James', "you're not alone, we are here. Remus and Pete are just outside, and I'm…" he sighed, "you know I'll never leave, we are brothers remember?" Sirius breathed trying not to cry, "and I don't think Lils is going anywhere, she smitten," he tried to joke, but James didn't catch it, "you're not alone," he embrace his best friend without moving him from Lily's grip, like a 'James sandwich'.

James grabbed Sirius' hand, his brother's hand. He listened to all of the words; he heard all of what his best friend had to say.

Tears came out once more, because he wouldn't see his mother again, they wouldn't try to make things the Muggle way just to satisfy her curiosity, or take her to the boring gardening club meetings; where she would praise his son to all her friends. She wouldn't see him graduating, proving her wrong about being spelled from doing all kinds of pranks. He would arrive to and empty house when he finished school.

And even if he cried for all that had been and could've been, he knew; being held by two of the most important people in his life; he believed what Sirius said, he was not alone.