Chapter four, Grabbing

When she pushes you or hit's you, Grab her and don't let go

"No, James, you cannot do this to me! Not now, not when I've just lost my parents!"

Lily shrieked. She was a sight when she blew up. He red hair looked like a dancing fire on her head, almost comically. He would have laughed if he hadn't experienced firsthand how skilled she was with her wand. It was not something he wanted to experience again, that was why he learned where to draw the line with teasing her.

"James, are you listening to me? You cannot do this!"

"Yes, yes I can Lily. And I will. As soon as I come off age I will."

His own voice seemed far off, almost as if it wasn't really him that spoke. Like someone had possessed him and made him whisper those words while he floated invisibly above himself, staring down at the scene Lily's temper had caused.

The common room had been full of students, even when Lily started her fit, but it was when she started throwing things they all scattered like scared mice. Only a few, the bravest (or perhaps stupidest) stopped at the first landing to peak at the fight.

James ducked when an expensive-looking vase was thrown at him. He could actually feel the bottom of it brush against his shoulder, dangerously close to his head.

Oh the irony of their whole situation got him laughing, a very dangerous thing to do it turned out when another vase was flung his way.

Still, he could not keep his mouth shut. The fact that Lily, his beloved girlfriend, kept tossing hard vases and books at him because she did not want him to become an auror and thus setting himself in danger, was so full of irony he just couldn't stop the laughing.

"Lily – ouch – stop!" he yelled just as Hogwarts, a History hit him square in the chest. Lily stopped, breathing heavily after her rampage.

Hesitantly, he began taking small steps towards her, his body tensed and ready to duck out of the way of yet another flying object anytime. But nothing came and shortly he stood only a few inches away from her.

"Do you know what it will do to me if you run head first – not thinking as you usually don't – into this war, and get yourself killed? How do you think I would feel? Do you not care about that, don't you care about me? You only think of yourself, I don't want you to run off pretending to be some knight in shining armor, I can love you even if you don't risk your life every second of the day!" she was still yelling, her voice only getting louder and louder.

"It's not about being some stupid, romance-novel knight crap, Lily, and you know that! It's because I know people who have died out there and I cannot live myself if I don't feel like I'm doing something active to stop what's going on! Do you seriously think that I will let those people threaten my friends, my girlfriend, without doing anything about it? If you do, then you don't know me all that well!"

He was getting angered himself; he was doing it for her, and everybody in her position, why did she refuse to see that? Why did she refuse to see the good in it? It was the times like these he disliked her hot-temper and persistent stubbornness.

If their society, the wizard society were to fall apart, fall into the reign of Voldemort, he would not be able to live with not having worked his ass off to prevent it. If he was still alive when… no, if Voldemort took over, he would not have done his best to prevent it. It was do or die for James, when he got out of Hogwarts he had to fight for freedom.

Honestly, he was sure Lily felt so herself. With a fierce passion she usually spoke of how she wanted to fight the bastard; it was probably fear that had driven her to see past what good it did, to put up a resistance. Fear that caused her to only see the death, not the progress the resistance made.

"How do you think the wizarding society would look if there had not been people who fought him?" he asked passionately.

"That someone doesn't have to be you!" she said with equal passion. "Why do you have to be so stupid and so danger-seeking, James?"

She banged her fists into his stomach, blinded by anger, although she wasn't strong, so it didn't hurt that much and he knew she would not have cared about him joining the Aurors if she hadn't cared very much for him, and that was a very comforting thought.

Tears were once again streaming down her face as she pounded his chest. Quietly he took her hands, forced them down to her sides, and embraced her. He held her tightly, in silence, until her tears had stilled. Until he could almost feel the anger fall off her and 'til her body went from stiff to relaxed in his arms. He held her closely until professor McGonagall stepped inside the common room.

McGonagall wore a stern face, directed towards the only two people visible inside the common room. "I received news of a fight in here…"

Her voice died off and her eyes went huge when she noticed the books, torn papers and broken china strewn across the room.

"Potter, Evans! Detention, tomorrow eight o'clock!" she barked and exited the room quickly. "Oh, and clean up this mess. Now!" she turned and said before she slammed the portrait shut.

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