A/N
This isn't important. You can skip over this.
I recently stumbled across something that, as a fanfiction author, made me cringe with fear. I have come across what might be the worst Harry Potter fanfiction of all time. The character is a horrendous Mary Sue. After re-reading my own work, I have now got it in my head that my character might be a Mary Sue (someone please, 'say it ain't so!') That was the first point. Next, the character described in the story is described to look like Amy Lee. For those of you who aren't aware...I used Amy Lee's music videos for my trailer for my upcoming fanfiction, "Trials and Tribulations of a Pure-Blood."
In case you couldn't already tell, I'm fearful now that this story is a complete failure. In order to console myself, I enlisted the help of my friends in making dramatic readings of the fanfiction.
I know my spelling and grammar is better, it's the plot and Mary Sue aspects I'm worried about.
www. youtube. com/watch?v =gHEQ0CBQyas
In case you were curious. There's the first one. I've made four. The link to the atrocity that some call a fanfiction is attached to the link. (It doesn't make me feel any better D:)
Lucinda Redbourn, Mary Sue?
Oh well. At least I never called Voldemort 'Voldemint' or Dumbledore "Dumblebum"..... T_T"
Sibyll rushed over to Roberta and I as we sat in the courtyard. I felt much better now that I'd had some time to rest. Clearly physical exertion was not my forte. I had just finished reapplying my make-up, so I looked halfway decent and wholly inconspicuous.
With the tip of my boot, I was making little holes in the snow, and I was so deeply in thought that I didn't even hear her call our names. She sat next to me, and I looked up, both startled and happy to see her.
"Hi! What did you think of the match?" I asked, genuinely interested as I hadn't been able to see it.
"Oh, it was absolutely amazing! Roberta, didn't you think Kelly Keats did a great job for her first time?"
Roberta, it seemed, was also lost in her own thoughts.
"Roberta?" She repeated.
"Hmm?" Our blonde friend pushed her shaggy hair back from its position over her eyes.
"Oh, my." I said, turning to Sibyll. "Don't you mind her, Sibyll! Roberta was just
planning out what she and Sirius are going to do on their date tomorrow!"
"How lovely, dear!" Sibyll said, once again directing her comment toward Roberta in an attempt to get our usually talkative friend to communicate with us. "What is it that you're planning to do?"
"That's right!" Roberta gasped, smiling. "Gryffindor won! That means I get to decide what we do!"
"My only advice to you, Roberta: If he offers to take you to Hogsmeade, do not, I beg of you, agree to go! Each time they try to get me to go with them, it's usually in some way that violates school rules."
Roberta pretended to think about this, as if she were considering going.
"Of course, not!" She said finally, bursting into a fit of laughter. "How ridiculous would I be?"
"Extremely," mused Sibyll. "By the way, Lucinda, I saw Severus before I went in to the stadium…"
"Go on," I urged.
"He was talking to that Malfoy," she wrinkled her nose in disgust. "They didn't seem to be getting along too well." I gave her an inquisitive look. Not once had I ever heard of Severus and Lucius having a discussion that was anything less than cordial. As Severus's mentor, Lucius treated him well, and the two got on famously!
"Oh?"
"Yes. Malfoy was leaning over him, saying something with quite an angry expression on his face. You could tell whatever he was saying, it was harshly done because he was talking through his teeth. Severus was kind of leaning back as he was being berated, and then when Malfoy stopped hunching over him, he bowed his head. It was peculiar."
"Then what happened?" Roberta, it seemed, had broken away from pondering her date with Malfoy to convey her interest in the discussion.
"Then Malfoy looked at Severus for a bit, smiled, and patted him on the back!"
"What did Severus do?" I asked.
"He looked up, sort of nervous, at first. Then he smiled – and that's when I entered the stadium…"
Roberta and I both groaned in disappointment, about to let silence dominate our social order, but Sibyll, always the interesting character, planned to continue a conversation.
"I bet Potter's awful pleased with himself," Sibyll began to comb through her frizzy hair.
"I daresay he is." I said stiffly, still a bit annoyed with him for the picture incident.
Make no mistake, James Potter has done quite a sum of things to get on my nerves over the past seven years, but never has he done anything so inconceivable! Calling me a bookworm, or taunting Remus and me about our supposed 'love life' was one thing, but to draw such a lewd picture and hand it over to me was a different matter entirely.
I suppose it was merely done in the defense of the feelings of his friend. He saw Severus and I so close together in the store, and, worried that I might be betraying his friend, he acted on his own loyalties to Remus. As much as I could dismiss any ill feelings I bore toward him, I had to admit to myself that he did take it a bit far.
"Hello," a deeper, recognizable voice intertwined with our conversation.
We all looked up, Severus Snape looking down at us all.
"Severus!" Roberta said, smiling. She was so ridiculous in her attempts to make certain everything between him and I went well. "Come, sit down!" She scuttled a bit more to the right, making room for Severus to sit. He obliged her, and sat next to me.
"What did you think of the match?" Sibyll asked, determined at last to receive an answer to her question.
"Exactly how I think of them all: dull." Sibyll laughed at this. She wasn't a particular fan of Quidditch herself, but every once in a while she took delight in watching it.
"Poor Lucinda wasn't able to watch the match! She stayed inside the holding the entire time! She said she felt ill!" Roberta leaned forward to look at me.
"Did you take a drop of the potion I got for you?" Severus inquired, the hidden meaning of his question quite clear.
I nodded, but before I was able to formulate a verbal response, Roberta dominated the conversation again.
"Oh, Lucinda! That's right! I completely forgot about the potion! Did you take it?" She inquired. "I mean, you should have taken more than one drop then, the way you were sweating and panting after the match!"
Severus looked at me, surprised and concerned, then turned his head towards Roberta.
"Panting and sweating?"
"Oh, Severus. You have no idea how dreadful she looked! I daresay you might no longer feel the attraction that pulls you so strongly to her!" Roberta began to gesture wildly to her own face. "There was sweat literally pouring down her face! Her cheeks were blood red, and she was gasping for air!"
His gaze returned to me, oozing concern. I angled my face in such a way that Roberta would not be able to see as I winked at Severus. He seemed to relax a little, and, enlightened, decided to play along.
"Shall I escort you to Madame Pomfrey?" He asked me.
"Don't bother," Roberta said, now examining one of the frills on her scarf. "I've made that offer to her about a dozen times, and she always refuses. Stubborn as an ox, she is."
"Stubbornness can be an admirable quality in a person…"
Roberta snorted.
I felt something cold wrap around my overheated hand. The slight pressure was accompanied by a delightful tingling sensation which crawled up my spine, releasing the butterflies in my stomach.
I looked down at my lap to find Severus's hand nervously trying to intertwine with mine. He would have been successful, had he not been so fearful that I would reject him…
I never expected Severus would display any sort of affection with me whatsoever in public, even something ridiculously innocent as holding hands. Though, I had to admit, it was really quite nice. Wanting to better accommodate him, I stretched out my fingers and wrapped them tightly over his.
Sibyll and Roberta struck up a conversation about Kelly Kears, but Severus and I, not being huge fans of Quidditch, just stared down at our hands, too afraid that one of us would let go of the other. We were both so lost in our thoughts. I was terrified that everything around me would suddenly fade to black around me, and I'd wake up only to discover that it was Friday morning…
"What time is it?" Sibyll suddenly asked me, laying a hand on my shoulder.
I broke free of Severus's hand, giving him an apologetic look, to check my watch.
"Merlin's beard!" I cried. "It's already six-thirty!"
Roberta sprung up.
"Six-thirty? I don't know about you all, but I'm starving." She pointed at Sibyll, then at Severus. "Have you two eaten yet? I know Lucinda and I haven't, and, based on her little episode earlier, I have to insist that she eat something."
Severus stood, tugging at my arm before he did.
"I must agree with Roberta," he winked.
"Well, I am quite hungry…" Sibyll stood, too. She and Severus both offered me a hand to help me get to my feet. Taking both hands graciously, I allowed my friends to pull me up. While Sibyll let go of my hand, Severus did not, holding it tightly as we made the long trek down the corridors.
After we had been walking for a bit, having turned down several corridors, there was a loud sobbing sound. A blur of red hair and tears flung itself from around a corner and soared past us. We all turned abruptly, staring after the figure that was racing down the hallway.
"What in the name of Merlin could that have been?" Sibyll asked, smashing her glasses closer to her face to get a better look.
"Who," corrected Severus. "And I do believe that was Lily Evans…"
With my free hand, I covered my mouth to hide my smile. As terrible as I did feel to see Lily in such a way, and even more to know I was the cause of her pain, my heart cheered in victory.
"Lucinda, you should go to her…" Roberta said slowly, eying Lily as she became more and more of a spec down the long corridor.
"Me? Whatever for? Let Potter console her!"
"It seems Potter isn't exactly chasing after her, is he?" I held my tongue. She had a point.
"Besides," She continued, "you're the only one of us that's really friends with her…"
I threw Severus a questioning glance. He nodded, and I couldn't help but notice that he, too was trying to conceal a smile.
"Alright," I finally sighed. "You three go on ahead, and I'll meet up with you."
Severus began to slowly inch away from us.
"Severus!" Sibyll turned, sensing the slight motion. "Where are you sneaking off to?"
"Well, I just thought…Since Lucinda won't be coming with us….Well, then there's really no point in my--" He was turning completely red in the face before Roberta cut him off, forcibly linking her arm with his.
"Don't be ridiculous, Severus!" She exclaimed. "Did I not tell you this morning that any friend of Lucinda's is a friend of ours?" She turned abruptly, jolting him along with her.
"See you soon, dear! Hopefully Roberta won't torture Severus too much…." Sibyll said to me with a big smile before turning and rushing after them.
I solemnly turned my head in the direction of Lily. I knew this was going to be terribly difficult…When Lily gets upset, there's really no way to cheer her up. She really can hold a grudge….
I ambled down the hall quickly, hoping she wouldn't create too large of a distance between us. Making my way closer to the end of the corridor, I saw a small red ball huddled against the far end of the wall.
"Lily!" I called, quickening my pace.
She looked up at me, and I could see her teary expression clearly. She looked deeply hurt, and I could tell that whatever James had done had really upset her.
"Go away," she choked through her sobs.
"Lily, what's the matter?" I sincerely hoped that I had above-average acting skills, detecting that my consoling Lily was another opportunity to potentially botch up Severus's plan.
"He yelled at me..." she trailed off.
"Who did? Who yelled at you?"
"James…" I nodded, encouraging her to elaborate. She sniffled, and, using the back of her sleeve, wiped at her eyes. "I mean, he usually does yell at me every once in a while, but not like this. And certainly not in front of everyone! He had the bloody nerve to berate me in the Great Hall!" She regained more of her composure as she spoke.
"How did that all come about?"
"Well," she sat up straighter now, not so much full of sorrow as she was full of anger. "I told him to calm down. He was acting like a silly git, you know? Flailing himself about and cheering, like he was the most amazing person to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts! And so I said to him, 'Calm yourself, James. It's not as if you haven't brought Gryffindor victory in a Quidditch match dozens of other times!' It was like he snapped, or something. All of a sudden his eyes narrowed at me, two beady little things, and he honestly gave me a look like he hated me! He started to call me names, tell me I had no life than to just stick my face into a book….What else?"
Another thing about Lily Evans, once you get her going on a topic, there really isn't any way of stopping her.
"Then, he had the audacity to tell me, in front of all his friends, that I embarrass him! I'm no fun, I always try to spoil their fun, I always try to boss him around and control his life. Then he told me to get out of his face. I did, and here we are."
"Oh, you poor thing!" I said through my grinding teeth. I was about to shower her with compliments, and tell her how right I was about the whole thing, when I heard a set of footsteps approaching.
She and I looked to the source, only to find Remus crouching down next to us.
"Hello, Lily." He said softly, a sorry expression in his eyes. As if the added pity was too much, her eyes began to well up with tears again. In seconds, she was just as badly off as when I found her. I shot Remus an irritated look, silently thanking him for unraveling all that I had done…Well, all that Lily had done, really. She'd done most of the talking.
"Go away!" She blubbered, turning her head away from us.
"Lily," Remus sighed. "Please come back to the Great Hall. James didn't mean it. Honestly."
"Dragon shit," Lily scoffed through her tears. "He meant every word of it. Don't lie to me Remus."
Remus looked at me hopelessly, wanting some idea of what he should do. I gave him a look, warning him that he'd better keep trying. After all, it wasn't as if I had any ideas of my own…All my responses to her were generically feminine. 'What a jerk!' 'You're so right!' It isn't anything any girl hasn't heard before, and for a boy to say it…That was, truthfully, just a bit strange….
"I won't sit here and try to make it seem like James wasn't wrong. He was extraordinarily out of line, and he had no call to say such things to you. I don't know what's gotten into him today… But I will say this, sitting here and sobbing in the corridor really won't make it better.
"He's right," I piped up, now knowing full well what Lily could do to settle the score. "You know, what really would get a message to James the most is if you show him that you couldn't care less about what he said! Get up! Have fun! That'll really get his broom in a bunch! He'll be begging you for forgiveness!"
Her face brightened a bit at this.
"Really? Do you think that would work?"
"I'd hate to admit it," Remus added, "but that does sound rather…feasible.."
Lily got to her feet immediately.
"Well then, bloody hell with it all! I'm going back to the common room!"
Before Remus and I even had a chance to say another word, she was halfway down the hall, bouncing along with that usual Lily Evans spring in her step.
After I had managed to escape from Remus, who was desperately trying to convince me to take a walk with him along the edge of the dark forest, I made my way to the Great Hall. If I knew as much as I thought about Sibyll and Roberta, they were probably torturing poor Severus…
These suspicions were, of course, confirmed when I entered the grand room, finding a very uncomfortable looking Slytherin sandwiched in between two Ravenclaws, each rambunctious in her own way. Upon noticing my arrival, Roberta scooted herself down the bench some, clearing room for me to sit with Severus.
"Did they torture you?" I asked, taking a bowl of spilt pea soup that Roberta was handing me.
"Torture? Why, dear! I'm offended!" Sibyll said, leaning past Severus. "Roberta and I have only talked to the poor boy!"
"Yes, torture…" I stated plainly before having some of my soup.
"Oh no, really…They were fine…" Severus said nervously. "Perhaps just a bit chatty…." This he said very lowly to ensure that only I could hear it.
"I have to say, Lucinda, out of all the boys you've ever dated," she indicated to Severus with her spoon. "I like this one the best!"
"Oh, the same goes for me!" Sibyll piped in.
If I could have been granted any wish at that moment, it would have been to fold into myself and die. Those two carried on like embarrassing relatives. Well, Sibyll wasn't so bad. Roberta was more so the problem, really. I'd have to make certain to repay her when I next saw her with Sirius…
"Yes, Sibyll and Severus have been hitting it off quite famously. I daresay the two of them have talked about nothing but books the entire time!"
"It's true! He's recommended some really interesting books about Defense Against The Dark Arts."
I looked at Severus, questioning the truthfulness of their comments.
He smiled at me, and held up a small piece of paper that had some book titles scribbled all over it.
"Sibyll's told me about some books on Divination, as well…I was going to stop by the library on Monday, anyway. I'll be sure to pick these up…"
"You really don't have to if you don't want to…" I mumbled quietly.
"No, it's fine. I'd like to…"
There was that feeling again, something cold tugging at my fingers. I allowed my hand to turn over, palm up, in my lap. Slowly, a tentative coldness made its way there, finding its place in between my fingers and latching onto it tightly. A pleasant chill jolted down my spine, and I couldn't help but smile.
"You know," he whispered sweetly yet nervously in my ear. "I've never formally asked you….Well-"
"You don't have to." I brought his hand, enclosed within mine, up out of my lap, planting a warm kiss on the tips of his fingers. "You already know what my answer will be."
We sat like this for a while, holding each other's hands and pretending we were holding each other. I was happy just to be close to Severus, and it was enough for him, too. We remained in this way until Roberta and Sibyll began to urgently tug on our sleeves, bidding us to come away with them.
I'd never imagined myself to be so happy as I was in that singular, spectacular moment. And I could only hope that Severus felt even half the way I did. If someone were to so much as mutter 'avada kedavra' with their wand pointed at me, I'd slip away peacefully. Dead before I hit the ground, I would have the happiest of smiles upon my lips.
On beautiful days such as today, Sibyll and I never missed an opportunity to sit outside and read. Despite the dreadful cold, not to mention the snow on the ground, we decided that the weather was amiable enough for us to brave the cold. After all, we could always place a charm on our clothing to keep it warm.
Out of courtesy, we would have invited Roberta to join us, though she wasn't truly a fan of sitting about and reading. She had a more experimental attitude. As her date with Sirius was today, Roberta was rushing around the dorms like a mad woman. She was obsessing over her clothes, her hair and her make-up. Not to mention, she still hadn't figured out what to do on her date.
As for me, I adorned my now usual make-up, the very same that had appealed to Severus so much that day in Hogsmeade. When I was finished, I found Sibyll in the common room, book in hand, waiting.
"Where shall we sit today? The courtyard?" I asked as I descended the stairs, fiddling with the tie of my cloak.
"I was thinking we might go somewhere different. A change of scenery, if you will."
"Sibyll!" I laughed. "We're going to be reading! I doubt scenery is going to make much of a difference."
"Dear, ambience is everything!"
"Well, good. Lead the way to a more ambient location, then."
And so, she did. Somehow or another, we found ourselves out in the cold in a matter of minutes. It was a beautiful day, and the first of the new month. Thinking of this, I gave a sad sigh. Hogwarts was almost over. My last year…. I blindly followed Sibyll, and wondered how much I'd see of her when term ended. How much would I see of Severus?
I knew it was always possible to keep in touch, but we were all pursuing very different career paths. Sibyll wanted to work with Divination, as it was her favorite subject. Not to mention, it was in her blood. I'd never really had an aptitude for it. Out of everything I'd ever learned, my best skill was one that was not taught at Hogwarts, Legilimency. In my sixth year, Dumbledore caught me reading 'An Introduction to Legilimency.' As he was very fond of my interest for learning, he allowed me to practice my skills with him every once in a while. Each time he complimented me, stating that I had an above average for such a skill. He even went so far as to tell me I was far more disciplined in my technique than some adults he knew. I did not take these words for falsehood. Albus Dumbledore did not lie.
I had already figured long ago that the only person I was ensured to see after school was Roberta. She and I both wanted to become aurors. Undoubtedly, we would enter the three years of training together, and work together when it was called for…
I nearly tripped over a tree root that was making it's way above ground, poking out just enough to trick a daydreaming fool such as myself.
Sibyll noticed this moment of clumsiness, and turned to me, a mixture of concern and amusement developing across her face.
"You alright?"
"Fine," I said, regaining my footing. I took this moment to look around, not familiar with any of my surroundings. As I did this, I was surprised at how far from the castle we had strayed. We had somehow managed to make our way around the lake, and found ourselves standing upon what would have otherwise been a lush, beautiful field, had it not been for the snow. There were a few trees to call this space home, and I daresay, I wished I could do the same. The view of the lake was breathtaking, not to mention the awesome sight of the great castle and mountains. I really couldn't get enough of this view.
"What's next?" I asked, turning to Sibyll. As usual, she wasn't quite giving me her full attention. She was staring farther down the field, at another tree a couple hundred meters away.
"My, my! Is that Severus?"
I turned my head to follow her gaze, only to find my dear Severus underneath a distant tree, book cradled in his lap, a slight smile on his face.
"Indeed, it is."
"Shall we join him?" Sibyll huddled her book tightly against her chest as she awaited my answer.
"I think not. He seems so peaceful all by his lonesome, and very intent on whatever it is that he's reading. Let's leave him be. Perhaps he will find us on his way back to the castle?"
Sibyll nodded, and allowed herself to settle into the snow against the tree with the unruly root. I joined her, casting a charm over my cloak to defend against the temperature.
Despite the fact that the sun was shining so brightly in the sky above us, there was still the leftover tracings of a long, harsh winter within the air. The biting cold could, after a while, become unbearable. It was best to take certain measures ahead of time, rather than to be in regret later.
Settling against the tree, I opened my 'Intermediate Legilimency' book, lifting up the dog-ear I'd made on the page. Most people would find it to be a boring read, but I found this book, particularly the chapter I was working on, to be fascinating. To me, there was nothing boring about any aspect of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Out of the corner of my eye, I scanned the title of Sibyll's book… 'What Are Your Tea Leaves Telling You?' I stifled a laugh. That, if anything, sounded boring.
Soon, we both became lost in black and white, so completely enthralled with a good read. For a time, I had forgotten all about Severus…all about Hogwarts…all about anything, really. I was captivated in an intellectual world, so absorbed by the text and knowledge I so worshiped. Deeply interested in my book, I hadn't even heard the crunch of snow under feet as four Gryffindor's made their way past us.
"SNAPE!" A familiar voice screeched, the sound reverberating off the nearby mountains, swinging back to me at full blast.
Sibyll and I thrust our heads upward, knowing and dreading what we'd see. James Potter marched past us, wand drawn, Remus and Pettigrew in tow. Lily Evans was circling around James, flailing her arms and screaming for him to stop. Peering around the tree, I watched as a startled Severus snapped his book shut and stood, fiddling to get his wand from his side.
"Expelliarmus!" James was quicker, uttering the spell as he'd done hundreds of times before. Severus's wand flew out of his hand. Out of options, he began to back up, fearful of what James would do to him.
"JAMES!" Lily's cries were desperate now. She tried to stand in front of him, only to be knocked away. James remained intent on his target.
I watched in terror as Severus slowly began to float upwards, kicking desperately to try to get back to the ground. Pettigrew giggled like a maniac when the Slytherin was flipped upside-down, his pants suddenly undone and tangled around his ankles. His cloak whipped around him as he struggled with all his might to bring up his fallen trousers, but it was no use. James would not allow for such a small victory. He was having much too much fun.
Remus vainly tugged at James's sleeve, silently urging him to let up. The stubborn Gryffindor violently pulled his arm from Remus's grasp, continuing to torture his victim.
"Don't try to stop me this time, Remus. I don't know how he did it! HE SLIPPED ME A BLOODY HATE POTION AND I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE!" James's voice got louder and louder each time he spoke, uncontrolled by rage.
I'd had quite enough. Closing my own book, I stood.
"Lucinda!" Sibyll whispered sharply. "What are you doing?"
"I can't just sit here! He's my boyfriend!"
I don't know what on Earth I was thinking. It was a very ballsy move on my part, though I suspect my judgment was much too clouded by rage. I charged after James, flying by Remus and Pettigrew before they even realized what was happening. With all the force I could muster, I smashed my book into the back of James's head, erupting more screams from Lily.
"Bloody Hell…" He groaned, rubbing his head as I rushed past him to the fallen Severus.
His eyes narrowed after me as I helped Severus to stand and re-buckle his trousers.
"Remus! If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! Get some control over your woman!"
"I've had enough of your insolence, Potter!" I yelled, turning to face him. "What gives you the bloody right to storm over here and pick on him?"
"Need I say it again? He slipped me a hate potion! I know it was him! He had to have done it during the Quidditch match!"
"He couldn't have!" Sibyll had come to stand with Severus and me now. "He was with me the whole time."
I looked at her, slightly startled. Sibyll was not really an avid liar. In fact, she avoided lying as much as possible. It was completely out of character for her to lie for someone she just met. I'd have to be sure to thank her later, as she might have just put an end to this uncomfortable situation.
"Is that so?"
"Come along, James." Remus tried to pull at James now. "He didn't do it, then. Let's go." James didn't budge. He stood in place, his eyes narrowing more and more at the three of us.
"Then it had to have been you, Redbourn!" He pointed his wand accusingly toward me.
"Me?" I was shocked, despite the fact that I really had done it. However did he come to such a conclusion?
"Lucinda? James! Are you bloody out of your mind? We're going! This is insane-" Remus tried once more, only to be pushed away.
"There's no other explanation," he said snidely.
"Logically speaking, of course there is." Sibyll was going to go on a rant. I could tell. She was fiddling with the frames of her glasses. She always fiddled with the frames of her glasses when she was getting ready to rant… "You see, it's equally as probable that you, in a fit of anger, lashed out at Lily. Not wanting to risk putting your relationship at an end, you decided to blame it on said mythical 'Hate Potion'. Someone would have to be behind this indecent act, and so you decided to blame Snape. This would allow for the situation to seem as though it were completely out of your hands, and the fault of someone else."
"Well, let's ask Lucinda then. Lucinda? Does that sound right to you? It shouldn't!" James sneered.
"James! Stop!" Lily cried from behind Peter.
"Lucinda couldn't have done it!" Remus stated.
"That's right," a recognizable voice angrily came from directly behind me. Sibyll, Severus and I slowly turned, relieved at finding the owner of the voice. There stood Roberta, arms crossed, an angry expression on her face. Sirius stood close behind her, guarded.
"It's completely insane that two people can't go for a bloody walk in peace around here because gits like you always have to start trouble. Lucinda couldn't have done all that you claim her to have done. She was with me the whole time!"
"How convenient!" James clearly didn't believe any of it.
"It's true, James." Sirius said quietly. "Lucinda was helping Roberta in the holdings during the Quidditch match."
"Not you, too, Sirius!" The angry Gryffindor stared at his friend incredulously. "I don't know what's been going on with you two-" he pointed his wand at Remus, then at Sirius- "but you've all been acting completely batty!"
Roberta snorted.
"Something funny, Rosings?" James gave her a deadly glare.
"I just found it funny that you'd call them batty, considering you're the one with the unhealthy obsession with taking off Severus's trousers…"
I could hear Sirius fighting with himself. Bursts of snorting escaped from his person as he attempted to hold back his laughter. He knew perfectly well it wouldn't be wise to laugh at a joke such as that. However, I certainly wouldn't let Roberta plunge into this battle without backing her up.
"She's right, you know! Every bloody day I see you hoisting this poor bloke in the air and taking off his trousers! I'm beginning to think maybe you fancy Severus-"
And then, something I did not quite expect happened. Peter Pettigrew shot forward and grabbed me by my neck. He lifted me up, choking me, a wild look on his face.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! DON'T SPEAK TO HIM THAT WAY!" He yelled, his face turning red.
Lily began her incessant screaming again. Remus looked panicked, uncertain of what to do.
I felt myself slipping from consciousness, everything around me faded into one suffocated blur. I began to loose all my senses, slowly, one by one. All that remained was sound. Oddly enough, it was a strange sound that saved me.
Something that sounded quite like parsel tongue erupted from behind me, sweeping over me and hitting Pettigrew full blast.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!"
Spiraling back to awareness as my body thudded against the ground, I looked up to my attacker, relishing fully in the cuts that adorned his entire body. He made a pathetic whimpering sound, and raced behind James.
"What the bloody fuck was that?" Roberta's eyes were wide in admiration and curiosity.
"I don't know what you did, Severus, but you'll regret it!" James and Pettigrew moved backward somewhat fearfully, leaving the scene.
Severus rushed over as I tried to sit up, swallowing me into a bony hug, then a hard, passionate kiss on the lips. I'd felt as though fireworks coursed through my very veins. He hadn't kissed me since Friday evening. So lost in the kiss, only was I made aware of reality when I heard a choking noise coming from Remus's direction.
I could do no more than give him an apologetic look before he turned away, storming after his friends.
Lily remained.
"I'm so sorry!" She said to us, tears pouring down her face. "I tried to get him to stop! He's so hard-headed! He never listens!"
"It's alright, dear." Sibyll assured her quietly.
We all sank into silence, watching the three boys painstakingly make their way back to Hogwarts. I couldn't help but feel horrible for poor Remus. He would have had to find out about Severus and me sooner or later… Snogging in front of him was just a horrible way for it to have happened. Although I didn't share the same feelings as Remus did, he was one of my dearest friends. I didn't want to lose him…
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to find Sirius looking down at me knowingly.
"I'll talk to him." He told me. Slowly, he began to follow his three friends as the distance between them and us increased. "Come along, Lily."
And with that the two Gryffindors left, leaving only a Slytherin and Ravenclaws in the aftermath of what had just happened.
Sirius would later tell me that he had spoken to Remus, and that he harbored no ill feelings.
"He said that he just wishes you happiness, and hopes that the two of you can remain friends."
Somehow, I did not think things would ever be the same between us.
Don't forget to tell me what you thought!! PLEASE! Since my self-esteem as a writer is dropping severely....
Oh! Another Funny Anecdote.
I was sitting in the hallway, waiting for class when a tallish boy walked by me. If I ever had a description of a young Severus, he matched it exactly. He had shoulder-length black hair, and it was greasy. His nose was a little big and crooked. I just thought that was funny. I'm seeing Harry Potter everywhere!!!!