AN: Wow. 319 hits but only 9 reviews? Ok even if you guys hate this just tell me and ill try and make it better, just leave a hint on how you want it, I mean you are the onres reading it im just writing it. Anyway sory for taking so long but loads of mocks were thrown at us at college and life in general had been bad so writing was bad and just its not been good, but all better now and ill really try and get updates up quicker especially since I break up on Friday so more free time . yay!
13 DAYS TILL XMAS!
Anyway, on with the story. This part is in 3 parts just cos its feels better being in 3 chapters instead of 1. Weird? It's me. They're looking back on seeing James.
Chapter 7. Marauders Shock.
What can I say? It was James. My best friend. My brother. He was up there his hoarce voice grating on my soul when I finally realised it was him.
I first say Evans walk away from Moony who hadn't moved from the top balcony by the door. I couldn't read her face. I wished I could but im not good at all that stuff, only with the Marauders. But they're different. I saw her eyes fixed on the stage, tears falling unchecked. What the hell was making Lily Marie Evans burst into tears in a public place, forget that what was making her cry in the first place. There was one thing I had never seen and that was Miss Evans cry. It just wasn't done according to her. This being one of the reasons she had the nickname ' Fire of Ice'. I was almost going to laugh at her to use this against her back at school, but then I looked at what she was staring at. At what was making her cry.
My blood froze. I forgot the peope pushing past me. I didn't feel Peter push me away to the side before someone could knock me off my feet. I only saw him.
The pale, yellowish skin stretched over his skull. Messy jet black hair now limp and hanging loose round his chin. He was tall 6"4 or 5 but he had never been lankey, he was naturally fit and very good looking and Quidditch had helped with that over the years. But now his cloths drowned him. Black sacks of loth covered his tall pile of bones. I could only think of a lollipop of how the top was way too big for the stick. That was what my brother looked like. His head too big for his frail looking body. Skeletal hands gripped the microphone and even that took effort if the shaking of his hands were to go by.
But there was one thing that struck me. That scared me. His eyes. Dead eyes looking THROUGH the crowed, not AT anybody. Normally no matter what happened to him, no matter what someone said, Lily could kill his ego for the rest of his life but his large hazel eyes would always hold the same happiness of life. Just the way old Dumbledore had that damn twinkle in his blue eyes; James would still have that michevious glint. Trouble was brewing with that glint and we all knew to stay on his good side when that was around. Even I felt sorry for Snape after being on the receiving end of a prank by James who had been rather pleased for some reason. But I didn't see that. Thte glint was gone.
'I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone.'
So was his love of life. I didn't see the smile that proved his was OK. The smile that said James Potter is back and waiting for the next girl, the next prank. The next laugh. There was no smile this time.
I didn't know what had happened to my brother. Nothing was making sense.
But I thing I did know, nothing was going to be the same.
Ever.
Padfoot.
