John made Sherlock some calming tea as Sherlock habitually stripped down into only a bed sheet (as he had been doing since Buckingham palace indecent.). He and I sat in the main part of the flat together while John made the tea. Mostly we were just thinking. or staring. Sherlock did the thinking. I was just staring at him. I took in the curve of his body on the sofa and his high cheekbones. His dark chocolate brown hair fell in loose curls above his dark brows.
Seriously, I had only been here a few days and already, I swear, I'm in love. Since I have amnesia, I don't know anything about myself. But one thing I do know is that it's Sherlock. He is the only one I want. He's the one I love and I will always love him. I think he feels the same way. But I can never be sure because he never really ever vocalizes his feelings. Sometimes I doubt he even has feelings...He would never admit he had feelings for me. I felt my gaze turn into a glare. A light bulb exploded above our heads.
Sherlock turned his head and yelled in the direction of the stairs, " !"
John walked in with the tea. When he realized what had happened, he sighed and got a candle from the mantle. As he lit it, Sherlock spoke to me. In that curious and a bit frightened tone. "Lily, How in the heck did you do that? You blew out the light bulb, too? just had us put in a new one yesterday! No way it could have burnt out already! A tea cup can't fly by itself. There weren't any wires involved, and I know neither of you threw it and what kind of tea cup randomly turns into a bloody marshmallow!?" Sherlock brought his fist down on the sofa.
"Look," I said, "if I knew how I did any of that then-"
"But it can't be you! You're not a freak, Lily! You're mine!"
The moment the words left his lips he was covering them. A dark shade of red covered his cheeks. John grinned as he tip-toed out of the room, giving us some privacy. I looked down at my hands resting on my lap. I barely glanced up as the shattered glass from the bulb put itself back together and began glowing again. It was dead quiet in the room now. I heard Sherlock gulp from behind his hand covered lips. It was a moment before I realized we were alone. Just me and him. He knew how I felt. I have made it pretty obvious over the few days I had been here. And now that it was sort of out there, I think I know how he feels. But its still hard to tell with him.
I saw his hand come down as he whispered, barely audible, "You're not a freak..."
I bit my lip, not sure what to do now. I looked again at Sherlock, who was studying me with tender eyes before clearing his throat and looking away. Before I could help it, I began to laugh softly. He squinted his eyes at me.
"What?" he asked.
I laughed again. "Are you wearing any pants?"
He looked at me for a long while with a stolid expression before breaking into a thin smile and saying, "...No." And we both burst into a fit of laughter. It was nice to see him laugh.
walked in. "Oh, whatever happened here?" she asked, concerned. She tisk-ed at the broken china on her rented floor.
"Um...Sorry . I'll take care of it." I told her. It was my fault anyway...
"Why thank-you dear." she smiled at me. Then she looked expectantly at Sherlock, then hardened her gaze when he didn't respond.
"Oh, yes. Right ma'am. Pants." he said. Then he got up and disappeared into the bedroom still wrapped in a bed sheet. nodded in approval and went back downstairs.
I was blinded by a white light that absorbed me completely. It was pure and perfect and warm. When my vision was finally cleared, I was standing in a small bedroom.
"Hurry up Lily! We're going to be late for you're own graduation!" A woman's voice wafted up the stairs and into the little room.
"Yes, mum! Hold on, I'm saying goodbye!" I found myself yelling a response back involuntarily. I turned back to my bedroom. My bedroom? How did I know that? It just was, I guess. My empty bedroom. A boy a few years older than me with dark hair and glasses walked into my room.
"There's my favorite little graduating sister!" he wrapped me in a breath taking hug. Seriously, I couldn't breath, he was so strong! I laughed.
"I'm your only sister, James." I informed him. Another boy poked his head in the door.
"Albus! Get in here!" James called, laughing. James and I pulled our other brother into a group hug. Correction: A death trap.
James squoze the life out of the both of us.
"Guys, come on!" A set of footsteps came running up the stairs. A man and a woman came into the room. "It's time to go! To the port-key! seriously kids, I love the port-key. now get out there and graduate Lily!" My father was talking excitedly.
"Now, Harry, calm down." mum laughed.
"Presenting Miss Lily Luna Potter! Of this years Graduating class of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 2024!" Albus mimicked an announcers voice and then a cheering crowd.
"That's right, but that wont happen unless she actually shows up!" Dad was saying as he pushed me out the door.
The white light came back and I was flashed into another setting. A big castle looking room with a huge lit fireplace was in the middle. A banner hang over the mantle with a Griffindor symbol on it. How did I know that? What's a Griffindor?
"Happy Birthday, Lily!" a group of people, all around age fifteen, were standing around me raising glasses. My friends. I knew these people. I loved these people!
"Oi, Lily!" a young man called to me. "Watch, this is your present!" and with that the young boy guzzled a small bottle of questionable blue liquid. when he had downed it all, he stood back a moment and I watched as this boy, no younger than 15, grew a long white beard. The crowd laughed and shouted. The young man bowed, grinning.
"On this day, way back in 2007, our dear Lily Luna Potter was born." the boy spoke in an old timers voice and we all exploded in applauds and laughter.
"We gather here today to celebrate the gift she is to us, and can only hope that she can pull off a party better than this when my birthday rolls around." I laughed but shoved him over playfully.
"Daw, don't be like that baby, you know I love you!" he giggled, pulling me into a bear hug.
"My most favoritest cousin in the world, you are." he grinned and lifted me off my feet, still hugging me. I squealed.
"Lily! Lily! Oh, gods Lily, please! Come back!" Sherlock was calling me out of the light. I gasped as I fell back into the present. Sherlock was holding me, rocking back and forth, a frightened look on his face. I saw him relax as he came to the realization that I was alright. Now fully clothed, he held me closer to him. He was holding me against his chest, tighter.
"Don't you ever do that again." he told me. "You're not allowed to disappear."
A minute later we were sitting at the kitchen table. I cradled my mug of hot tea in my palms and told Sherlock about my flashback.
"I have a family!" I told him. "A mum and a dad and brothers!" I laughed, giddy that I could finally remember something of my past.
"Fantastic! Ha! Amnesia is finally wearing off, huh? Now we can figure out who you are! So, Lily. Who are you?" He was practically on the edge of his seat.
"I-I had a bedroom, and a family!" I was still excited at that realization. Were my parents out looking for me? Did they know I was missing?
"Did you see anything else? Diploma, Birth certificate, anything?" he asked.
"No, but-" he cut me off.
"What about the rest of your name? Did you catch where you used to live? What about-"
"Shh! let me tell you!" I scolded. He frowned and settled down into his chair.
"I graduated from...what was it called? Hogwash or something like that? I can't remember that clearly..."
"Ha! wait, Hogwash?" Sherlock scrunched up his nose like he was smelling moldy cheese. I glared at him. He shrank back.
"I heard my brother say my full name! Lily Luna Potter. My brother's names are Albus and James. I'm not sure how old they are exactly, but... we were happy."
Sherlock's countenance turned dark, nostalgic and sad even. But that was only for a second. afterwards, I wasn't sure I had seen it at all.
"But, there's something that's bothering me..." I said.
"And what is that, Lily Luna Potter?" Sherlock asked.
"My graduation year...It's 2013 right now, right?" I asked him, just to make sure.
"Yes...Why is that relevant?" he wondered out loud.
"Because...Well, I graduated in. Um...2024..." I whispered that last part. I knew he would think I was crazy. I was already a freak. Let's add some crazy to that. Sherlock didn't say anything for a moment. He just sat there with his furrowed brow and thinking face on. He squinted at me and opened his mouth to speak but before any words came out I stopped him with my own.
"I know, I know, it's only 2013, that's impossible, you're crazy, you heard your so called brother wrong, blah blah blah." I mimicked Sherlock's voice. "But I know I'm right! Also my birth date. I heard it mentioned that I was born in..." I did a little drum roll on the table top.
"Was that really necessary?" Sherlock asked.
"2007. And yes. It was necessary. Anyway, my point is that I should be six years old!" I gestured to my body. "It is painfully obvious that I am not six years old." I sat back in my seat. Done making my point. Sherlock reached over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Lily, I know what you're thinking, but time travel is not possible." I looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, just like how magic isn't real? That stuff I did back there?" I said. He moved his hand to my chin, examining my face closely.
"Are you high, Lily? Did John put something in your tea?" He asked. I smacked his hand away.
"Betcha I can do it again." I told him. I looked at a spoon sitting on the table. I thought about bending the metal and just like that, it happened.
Sherlock's eyes went wide. But he quickly got over it.
"I'm not lying! You know I'm not crazy because you are a genius. You can read people better than they know themselves!" I was getting upset. He has to believe me.
"I know. Lily, I'm sorry. I believe you. It-it's just so hard for me not knowing everything. It makes me feel...so ordinary. I hate it!" he said.
"Sherlock, listen to me. You are not ordinary. You never will be, not to me." I reached out and touched his hand. He didn't move. He just sat there, unmoving, looking at our touching hands. He sat adjacent to me. Motionless. Unfeeling. How could he do that? The silence was getting awkward... I could feel the heat passing through our touching skin. Tell me he didn't feel it, too?
I loved him. I could feel it so strongly it hurt. I wish I could stay here forever, with John and Sherlock and . We could all be happy here and-
No. He doesn't want me. Even if he did, he wouldn't act on it. He would never try and make a move. I began to pull my hand away, embarassed, when in one swift motion he grasped my wrist, pulling me back into him, and his lips were on mine. Hot, deep, passionate. The kiss was filled with so much passion no one ever could have guessed even existed in the man. But sure enough, it was there. His other hand came up and cradled my face, hugging my jaw. I leaned into him, hungry.
"Ahem." We jumped in union at the sound of John's voice. Sherlock was almost instantly on the other side of the room, nonchalauntly scratching his head like none of that ever happened.
"Sorry...to...Interrupt...but. Lily?" John stumbled over his words.
"Hmm? Oh. Yeah?" I tried to act natural, but I knew it wasn't working.
John gestured down the stairs. "Some people here to see you." he said.
Sherlock looked up. "What? But nobody knows she's here! Who is it? How did they find her?" he stepped up to John, a little too close to comfort. "Whoever it is, send them away. They. Can't. Have. Her."