Chapter 4: Circle of light.
The next day, right before I woke up, I had that queer sensation still wedged into me like a cardboard box wedged into the dumpster. When I woke up though, that feeling flowed away into a mossy green background. I smelled the scent of the forest floor, wondering whether I was still asleep, then pushing myself up on my knees, discovered that I was. I looked around, in front of me, behind me...and did a double take.
Behind me, still as a statue, was the biggest moron in the school and the first and only love of my life : not necessarily in that order.
As I stood up and neared the statue-James, my heart thuding wildly in my chest, the statue melted and his hand touched my cheek. I gave a sigh, half in fury and half in relief which ended after he had finished kissing me.
"How am I here? I distinctly remember sleeping in my own bed with no one else in it, that is. Unless you decided to suddenly break your promise and, well..." I coughed, looking down, suddenly not having any command over my mother-tongue. Speaking of mothers, I was going to die, unless nothing had happened.
"Did-did it happen?" I asked.
He smiled at my uneasiness, and shook his head. Then cocking it, asked,"Do you want to?"
"No!" I flinched. It wasn't a big deal, except, the way he looked at me...it was a look I'd never seen him wear before. That look was hungry. Like James wanted me so much, that it hurt him to even look at me.
"What are we doing here?" I asked again.
"You," he pointed a finger at me, "are doing nothing. I-" he thumbed himself,"am keeping you safe."
Worry, doubt, fear, curiousity crinkled my brows till they looked like knots in the Whomping Willow.
"What from?" I grabbed his arm as my stomach did a back-flip. Alone in the forest, I wished for Gryffindor courage, but without my wand on me, I felt like I were present here only mentally. James presence was what kept me grounded.
That presence of him incresed a ten-fold when he wrapped his arms around me and sighed into my hair. "Moony...he ran here, after you. Don't you remember anything? He- he tried to tackle his little problem, but he, failed..."
"No, I don't remember any of it...but I'm guessing you intervened, right?" I looked up into his eyes.
When he agreed, or I suppose he did, I noticed that his eyes gleamed in the dark, a beautiful amber, with less green than usual. That didn't bother me, except I knew James's eyes really well. They were eyes of gold. "James?" I whispered.
He bent towards me. "What's your favourite jam?" I asked as casually as I could, trying to stop the stream of many other questions that my mind bombarded at me.
No, it's James. How can it not be? Why would he keep me safe from Remus. It is a full-moon tonight, after all. Unless...
Before I could complete the thought, he had me scooped up into his arms and had silencio-ed me, because try as I might, I could not utter a word, or in this case, a cry.
That was when I did, what I had never done before, not even in the wildest fit of anger. I tore down fake-James's shirt and threw it on the ground. Not a heroic act at all, but hopefully a useful one.
Lily Evans might not be as physically strong as she ought to be, but she certainly was no dim-wit. I proudly pronounced those words in my mind. then, the pride was left behind as we slide down a slithery hole. And then all that remained, was me(and my flailing limbs), not-James James, a circle of light coming from the hole above, and a sphere of hope from where I started transmitting,"Lily to James: Come in, come in, red alert!" till I finally broke the cord with anger.
A/N: I know it's been a long while since I wrote, but I was on vacation and travelling. So sorry for the delay. I hope you like the new format and the twist in the story. Tell me by reviewing, please.
Thanks a lot for reading and sorry again,
Phoenix xoxo.