A/N: Yay, people like my story. :) Well… two chapters left.

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::CHAPTER SIX::

::It's All Over::

James stared at Evangeline in astonishment as she broke down and cried. He had never seen her cry before. No one had seen her cry before.

"Jamie," She blubbered. "We need to talk."

"Yeah." James nodded numbly.

Their friends watched mutely as James led his Angel up to the boys' dorm. Evangeline's hand had been covered in blood, as had James' fingers. Something more serious than they could have imagined was going on.

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Up in the dorm, Evangeline sat on James's bed while he sat on the floor. She was still sniffling, rewrapping the bandage around her wrist. James just sat quietly, waiting for her to begin.

"There's more to my story. More that Snape found out." She whispered.

"You can trust me, Lily." He encouraged her.

"My parents were Duke Edward and Duchess Evelyn of York. My mother was a witch. She graduated at the top of her class from Durmstrang. Father was a wizard. He went to Hogwarts. He was a Slytherin.

"Anyway, both my parents were good people to Petunia and me, they really were. They met each other in service of the Dark Lord Voldemort. In fact, they were in his inner circle.

"It was fine, until they found out Petunia was a squib. Voldemort encouraged Mother and Father to disown her. She could live with us, of course, but she wouldn't be able to inherit.

"And then, when I was nine, Voldemort decided that I would make an excellent addition to his side. Mother and Father refused. They said I could make up my own mind after being in Hogwarts for awhile. He killed them.

"I cried for a long time. And when Petunia got sick of it, she beat me, or cut me down verbally. She told me it was my fault – and it was, really. So I took it. But I was miserable. At school, they called me 'Orphan Lily'. For two years, I suffered through school in Yorkshire.

"Then, when I was eleven, I got my Hogwarts letter, my ticket out of there. It also meant I had to face my problems again – Voldemort and his supporters would be recruiting in the school. So I decided to change my name. Evans was common enough. I could stick with that. But Lily… I thought that Evangeline was more original, less heard of. I decided I'd be a muggleborn, not a pureblood. I would be fine, as long as I wasn't in Slytherin.

"For four and a half years, I was fine." Evangeline finished her story, looking down at her hands.

"Lily…" James rose and enveloped her in a hug. "You're with me now. You don't need to worry about anything."

"There's more. I have problems, Jamie. So many problems." Evangeline said into his chest. "I… I've been cutting myself for two years."

"I'll help you through that." James promised, near tears himself now.

"And… I'm bulimic, Jamie. I haven't gone for two weeks keeping my meals down for nearly three years." Evangeline sounded like she was almost asleep.

"I'll help you through that, too." James's voice cracked as he stroked her hair gently.

"Jamie, you're not allowed to go away." She whimpered.

"I won't." He soothed, letting her fall asleep in his arms, her frail body safe and warm for once in her life. For the first time in ten years, James Sherwood Potter cried.

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Sirius and Remus eventually crept up to the boys' dormitories, after deflecting several questions about Eva and James's whereabouts. They went into their room and saw the two asleep on James' bed. They looked at each other with a confused expression, but decided they'd find out eventually. The pair went to their respective beds and slept peacefully.