DISCLAIM
A very odd chapter indeed.
Chapter 9: Closure
Remus left early the next morning, which caused a fault in their quidditch plans. So, they just raced around and fell of their brooms, for a few hours, under the steadily darkening sky, and when tired, came in for lunch. Although it constantly looked as though it would rain or thunderstorm, the day ended quicker, and Lily found it less exhausting. However, that caused her mind to wander more, and become steadily more depressed, thinking of all the good times she'd had with her parents, and how she would never have them again. She slept that night, again writhing and wiggling about, which caused her hair to be a mess, and her to be grouchy.
The same dreary day seemed to happen three times over, until Saturday finally arrived. She awoke to a bright shining sun, that seemed to mock her, by blinding her the instant she opened her eyes. Of course it had to be perfect on the day she felt most horrible.
Lily didn't feel like bathing, or moving, or eating or talking to anyone but she did, with contempt at almost everything besides-
"James," she asked finally, "how are we getting there?"
She didn't feel like arguing with him anymore, and excepted that he would be coming with her for "Emotional support."
"Father's sending a car from the ministry." he answered quietly and plainly. He seemed to be extra quiet this morning. Sirius was not up. When Lily met James in the hallway she had assumed he whispered so as not to wake him, but he had been speaking like that all throughout breakfast She knew it was his subconscious telling him she was very fragile at the moment. Lily was not, if anything she felt quite angry. The sun was shining, her bath had been perfect, the dress was comfortable stylish and it came with a nice hat; everything was mocking her. It would have been a perfectly lovely day were it not meant to be horrid.
It felt like life was mocking her.
When she finished eating, they both walked out on the front lawn, and Lily realized she had never seen the front of James' house, when she turned to look back she received quite a shock. It was at least three times smaller outside than it was inside. It seemed like a perfectly normal, albeit slightly larger than the average, town house.
James opened the black car's door for her, she sat in it and received her second shock of the day. It was the size of a limo. She could not see the driver from behind the darkened pane of glass, and there was a mini-fridge. James slid in the other door, and lily snapped her mouth shut, after she realized it was open, and decided to stare out the window morosely at the ironically beautiful day.
When the Driver said that they had arrived, Lily almost didn't hear him, and almost pretended she hadn't. She did not want to see anyone who was outside, or inside, they all looked stony faced and they would rush to console her, or stare accusingly. She wanted to sneak right past them, say her goodbyes and leave unnoticed. Except by her sister, she wanted her to see that she had shown up, and- and-
Well, something to make her angry but she didn't know what exactly.
James opened the door for her and beckoned her out. She slid the netting from her hat over her face hoping to hide from the people, and she tucked her head down. James' noticed the odd behavior, and put his arm around her shoulders for what seemed like support, but what he knew she needed was a place to hide her face, and that's what she did, all the way up to the caskets, and then he let her go. She stood, hoping he would stay with her, but she eventually figured this was something she needed to do on her own, and walked up to the shining dark caskets that reflected the blue sky ridiculously.
They didn't look real. They looked like wax versions of her parents, dummies, or something like a clone, or someone dressed in costumes like them. It was not them. They were not there. And that was all she needed to know that her parents had gone. They were not in their bodies. They were not there. They would never help her with schoolwork, or take her to the park, or listen to her complain about Petunia. They couldn't. They were gone.
Now that she had accepted the fact, it was hard to accept that she had accepted the fact so quickly, and promptly walked back past James and towards the car.
He asked her, before opening the door, "are you sure you don't want to stay for the service?"
"Why?" James could see her smile through her mesh mask, "to listen to all those old people drone on about things I already knew?"
He seemed taken aback, but helped her into the car nonetheless, and on the way home, he even suggested they stop out for a bite to eat.
Come on you guys I haven't gotten one reveiw from any of you in 4 chapters! and 68 peeps read the last chapter!! I'm getting depressed, did you notice how long that took to update?
