All was well
By: EvieGracePotter
A/N: Please REVIEW! Thanks to: Percabeth-26 and
WORD COUNT: 503 (Sorry these are so short!)
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling's wonderful characters
LILY'S #POV:
"James!" I cry out and run to him, my anger faded. "OH MY GOODNESS! HELP!" I scream. I see Sirius burst through the doors, he must have been watching. His face goes white and he whips around and runs back through the huge doors. Probably getting a teacher. "I'm so-I'm so, so sorry-HIC!-Ja-James.." I sob. He moans, even though he's unconscious. I look at him in horror. What have I done to him?! I sigh heavily and rest my head on his chest, tears streaming down my face. In a matter of minutes, Professor Mcgonagall comes and picks James up with strength I didn't know she had. I sob and follow her to the Infirmary where I fall asleep, beside James, clutching his arm. Never letting go.
"Lily." I hear someone whisper. I open my eyes lazily and look around, expecting to see a teacher telling me to work (which I have already refused to do while James is unconscious) or a friend telling me that I need proper rest. But I see no one. I turn to James, to check he's alive (As I have for the past 3 days) and am surprised to see his eyes open. I gasp, a little too loudly and hug him, desperately. "Hi." He whispers weakly. I smile, and whisper back "Hi. I'm so sorry James. I didn't know.. I-" "It's ok! Lily I'm fine! I mean look at me. How do I look? Oh-actually. Don't answer that.." He interrupts, grinning. I look at his dishevelled clothes and hair and can't help thinking about how he would look if I didn't attack him. "Hey" he whispers, bringing me back to earth. "Yes?" I ask, wearily. "Well.. I was wondering if. As an apology. For your inappropriate behaviour towards another student. If maybe we could get past the surname calling.. You know.. Maybe as friends?" He asks hopefully. I smile "Sure, James." I reply with a crazy grin. Even though I know he still likes me and will keep asking. I can't help but think that it's not that bad anymore.
Now that James is awake, I continue my work, visiting him at least once a day. He laughs and talks to me about everything he has thought about. He talks of his journeys, tricks and pranks. He has so many to tell that I no longer wonder how he manages to forget his schoolwork. I also realise that when they called themselves "Marauders" they weren't kidding, they literally raid/marauder everything.
Being in sixth year, he has a lot of work to catch up on, so I regularly bring my notes for him to copy. He grins as he copies my work, undoubtedly thinking about how much good fortune he receives after getting hit with a spell and having to stay in the Infirmary for so many weeks. Although I see his face brighten when I come in, I can tell he's miserable and looking forward to getting up and about.
