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Chapter 7: Confrontations
Potter's eyes darted from Severus's hands resting on Lily's and quickly pulled out his wand. Lily rose in fury. She could feel her power gathering inside of her. Potter thought that her anger was directed towards somebody else. "Don't worry, Evans. We won't let him bother you ag-" Potter said soothingly, the arrogant knight in shining armor.
"Excuse me?" she hissed, so strongly that it caused Potter to back up a step. "Just because you don't like him doesn't mean everything he does is evil. He was simply showing me the art of palm-reading. No doubt going to try to scare me with nonsense about my life ending with You-Know-Who.
"Goodbye, Snape. Thank you," Lily whispered, motioning Snape through the door that Marauders had vacated as they entered the room.
"Later, mudblood," came the reply as the Slytherin was swept out of the compartment.
Potter took a step towards Lily. "Let me see your hands."
"No!" The sharpness in Lily's quiet voice made Potter stop. Lily had just spotted a certain tattoo lounging in her left palm, and quickly stuck her hands in her pockets.
"Okay…" He nodded to his Marauders and they all sat down. He took a deep breath and spoke as though he had been rehearsing his lines for weeks. "Evans, I'm sorry if we got you in trouble with your dad."
"Adoptive dad," Black piped in, looking to Lily for confirmation. His interruption of what was sure to be a well-thought out and meaningful apology earned him a glare from his messy haired companion.
"Yeah," she agreed in a whisper, even quieter than usual.
Pettigrew spoke for the first time, "What happened to your parents?" His tactlessness was appalling.
She hadn't told anyone (save Severus) about her parents, and she wasn't about to start now. "I'd rather not talk about it." Lily was surprised to find a faint quiver in her firm voice.
Even the mere thought of Jenny and Parker Evans was enough to make her icy heart bleed anew. She had been able to keep her thoughts away from them since that fateful day when she lost her family, so every reminder of them sent fresh daggers flying into her soul.
She swiftly pushed her thoughts into a secluded room in her mind and locked the door. Taking a small, steadying breath, she glared at the self-named Marauders and hissed as loud as she could, "Get out."
Black laughed and nudged the silent Lupin with his foot. "Hey Moony, did you hear that? Thought not. You can't tell whether she's really talking or not!" His taunting, something she had been blissfully free of that summer, made Lily's cold blood boil.
"Get out now," she spat.
Black laughed. "Now she babbles! What's a sauerkraut cow?" The other three joined in the laughter, but all Lily could see was Black's mocking face. Oh, what she wouldn't do to be able to get her hands on his throat.
She felt her eyes heat up, then saw Black turn pale and clutch at his neck as though choking and she snapped out of her blind rage. Why hadn't she remembered Voldemort's warning? The more often you use your power, the quicker it will come to you, and sometimes without your conscious drawing of them.
"Padfoot? Hey, Padfoot, you okay?" Lupin was asking worriedly, amber eyes showing surprise and fear.
Lily blocked the power by closing her eyes and looking to the floor. At once there came the sounds of a gasp followed by heavy breathing. "What happened?" came Potter's voice.
Lily looked back up to see Black rubbing his throat. "I dunno. I just started… choking."
Lily decided it was time to leave. Potter noticed her departure. "Where are you going?" No response came from the redhead, who was blanking out all emotion from her mind rapidly. She hoped they couldn't hear the raggedness of her breathing as fear clenched her heart.
Lily found a compartment with three annoying third year Hufflepuffs and sat down. By the time the train had come to a stop, Lily's ears were scarred by the high-pitched giggles and utterly ridiculous gossip.
She got off the train lightly and watched the thestral-drawn carriages arrive through a light drizzle. The girl went up to one carriage and stroked the black, skeletal head of one of the thestrals and got in the carriage. Already inside were Maggie DiCente and her boyfriend George Frederick, both fifth year Gryffindors and the sixth year Hufflepuff Amos Diggory.
"May I sit here?" Lily asked quietly.
Diggory obliged, scooting over to make room. Lily held Nightshade's cage in her lap as the carriages glided forward.
After a minute or so of peaceful silence, Diggory asked, "So, Lily, how was your summer?"
"Ah, same old, same old. My neighborhood built a new pool and I swam there all summer," Lily lied easily.
"Awesome. My father and I practiced for the Quidditch season most of the time. I think Hufflepuff'll win this year," Diggory bragged, brushing his curly brown hair out of his tan face.
"Most impressive," Lily whispered. "What broom do you have?"
Diggory puffed out his chest proudly. "A Silver Arrow II. The only brooms better are illegal."
Lily smiled inwardly. Sometimes being the daughter of the Dark Lord had its perks.
Does that end sentence look familiar? The next chapter is dedicated to the first person to tell me where else I have that written (in this story or my others).
Looking over this, I realized that this has several of the same things that happened in Ch. 2 of Pride, which I just wrote/posted last weekend. Scarily enough, I wrote this chapter in June (I already have written, but not typed, the next 15 chapters). PLEASE REVIEW!