Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart,now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Maybe I should've seen the signs, should've read the writing on the wall.
And realized by the distance in your eyes that I would be the one to fall.
No matter what you say, I still can't believe
That you would walk away.
It don't make sense to me, but:
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
It's not unbroken anymore.
How do I get it back the way it was before?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart,now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break, would you wanna break a:
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now?
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
Taylor Swift, a perfectly good heart.
Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood.
"Don't need the mudblood's help, eh Snape?" Murmured Lily, drawing her wand. "Avifors." She pointed her wand at Snape's wand and charmed it into a flock of mocking birds.
Snape yelped as a dozen angry, chirping, adorable baby birds squawked and attacked his face.
It took all of Lily's strength not to give out a girl coo. Aw!
The scrawny birds pecked and nipped him mercilessly. "Lily," he called as she began to stomp away. She stopped, but couldn't bare to turn around to face him. "Please, I didn't mean it!"
She started walking again, and she pretended to be unaware of his shouting behind her.
Five hours earlier, Lily had been in her kitchen.
"Morning," grunted her dad, poking his brown hair peaked head over his newspaper.
"Good morning honey bear!" Greeted her mum, and she topped it off with a sunny grin. "I made pancakes for your last at-home meal!"
"Yay!" Smiled Lily. She paused- dare she ask?- and said cautiously, "did you get the chocolate spread?"
She squealed when her mum nodded.
Her mum calmly emerged the drooling child, and delivered the pancakes courageously.
Lily beamed, taking a knife and dumping it into the chocolate spread, and then brushed the knife against the pancakes in anticipation. "Yum..."
She forked up two of her own and stuffed them into her awaiting mouth. When she was finished the first lot, she stole one of her dad's, and repeated the action to her mum.
"Oi!" Roared her parent's. Lily happily stabbed up another pancake and choked it down.
Then, dressed in a pink fuzzy dressing gown and bunny slippers, Petunia slammed the door open and slouched into her chair.
Lily watched her wearily, fork still in her mouth.
Petunia noticed this, and declared in disgust. "You're going to get fat."
Lily gave her an icy look. "Nobody disses the food."
Her mum laughed nervously, then hissed something inaudible in Petunia's pink ear.
Petunia didn't so much as open her mouth for the rest of breakfast.
Some time later, Lily flashed up the red staircase and threw on a pair of grey jeans, a striped red and white shirt, big fluffy snow boots, and a bright blood-red bandanna.
"Pretending to be a cowboy?" Sneered Petunia when Lily arrived into the hall.
"Pretending to be a rude, obnoxious individual? It comes naturally with you, so don't worry."
"Girls..." Threatened her mum.
The door bell went, ringing loudly, and Petunia dashed off to welcome in the guest with a charming- cough, piggish, cough- smile.
"Vernie boo!" Lily heard from the hallway. Lily emerged from the kitchen to see who it is- and hacked in revulsion.
"Dursley." Lily said.
Lily could easily compare him to a pink blotchy germ, enlarged by a microscope. Vernon Dursley was the opposite of her sister, with a small slick of overly gelled blonde hair, watery blue eyes, a fat, many layered neck, and he was as plump as three of Petunia all standing directly beside each other.
Vernon paused. His tiny, miniscule brain must have known that calling Lily 'Evans' would be offensive to Petunia.
"Whatever." He said, in that polite way that made Petunia swoon. He switched over to Petunia. "Want to go to the park later?"
Petunia shot Lily an evil look. When her eyes returned to the pig before her, that look immediately morphed into one of disappointment and sweetness. "Oh, Vernon, I wish I could with all my heart," she ruthlessly dragged the 'l' in all. "But, sadly, I need to bring her," that's not offensive at all, thought Lily. "To school with my new car. And her friend."
Marlene was being picked up by Lily and Petunia. Despite Lily's hopes, her memory hadn't come back until Halloween break. Now, with the brain of a sixth year, she was going home to Hogwarts.
"Her name's Marlene," corrected Lily scornfully.
"Janet, whosit, whatever." Petunia said uncaringly.
Lily bit back another sarcastic comment. Instead, she sneaked back into the kitchen. She had another hour until she had to leave.
"Time to study," she said, unhappily imagining how far back she was in comparison to her classmates.
Lily covered the paragraph with the palm of her hand.
"Oh," she moaned. "Think, Lily! Who defeated Harrison Contair, ruler of Cheddar?" She snapped her fingers in realization. "Yes! I know, it was Claire Contair, his own daughter!"
Lily, victorious, helped herself to another piece of chocolate. Her rules for studying were simple: get the facts right? Eat some chocolate. Get the facts wrong? No chocolate for you.
"Lily!" Called her mum. "Time to go, pronto!"
"Coming!" She yelled back, gobbling up the last two squares of chocolate. She stuffed the book she'd been studying- The element of Cheese, Book Two- and sighed dramatically. "The Queen of Mozzarella must wait, I'm afraid."
Bu-bu-buuu-BRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!
"Marlene!" Screamed an elderly, female voice from above Marlene's quaint cream colored room.
"WHAT?" She shouted back.
"What was that? Has Moldy Shorts attacked?"
Marlene gave out an annoyed puff of breath. "No, Gran! That was the doorbell?"
"What in the name of Merlin's manly pants is a doorbell?"
"Ugh, never mind!"
"Fine," huffed her Gran, slamming her foot down to the ground, causing Marlene's room the shake. "When Bold Warts attack, don't blame me for not being suspicious!"
Marlene snorted at the absurd idea of Lord Voldemort cackling evilly while TPing (Toilet paper-ing) their house, laughing maniacally while constantly keeping his finger on the doorbell button, and running away as they open the door.
"I don't think he'd do that, Gran."
Marlene couldn't help but think how mad her Gran was as she listened to grumbles of: Riddle's a fool. Stupid Tom, always...
So, unable to understand her Gran's blabbering, she trotted down the stairs and opened the door.
"Hey, Lily." She smiled.
"Hey Marlene, Petunia's driving." Said Lily, scrunching her face up in disdain.
Marlene copied the gesture. "Ich. We'll be in brison by tomorrow."
"Prison," chastised Lily.
"Yeah. That." Marlene followed Lily out onto the grass of her front yard. "How in the name of Merlin did she afford that?" Sitting on the road sat a purring, luxorious looking car. It was a shiny black, with white stripes along the side. Through the window Marlene could see Petunia, who was wearing what she must have thought was 'cool'. Black sunglasses rested on her pointed nose, overly done lipstick on her chapped lips, a brown leather jacket over a size-too-large white t-shirt, and a muggle lollipop in her mouth.
Lily gave the car a hateful look. "Vernon. Her b-b-"
"Boyfriend?" Offered Marlene.
Lily shuddered, and spat out, "yeah. Her b-boyfriend. His dad makes muggle drills."
"How fascinating." Marlene lied.
"I know, right?" Lily opened the black door, which let out a deep humming noise in response.
"Get in," Petunia ordered, removing the cola lolly and turning around to see them properly. "No mucking up my car, you got that?"
Lily wasn't impressed. "Shut it, Petunia."
Marlene guessed something was wrong the second Lily adressed her sister by her real name. Lily had always called Petunia 'Toony'. So maybe this Vernon guy was only shoving them further apart...
Lily faced Marlene. "She told him all about us."
At this, Marlene gave out a disbelieving gasp. No wonder the two were so grumpy with one another. Petunia had destroyed whatever trust Lily had ever had for her by means of betrayal.
"Hush up." Grumbled Petunia, her voice somewhat muffled by the muggle lolly in her mouth.
Lily didn't even bother to answer. She stared wistfully out the window. Marlene looked out of it to see what Lily was eying. They were passing the old playground in Gunners Avenue. There was two girls on the swings, giggling as they competed to get higher then each other.
This is like one of those muggle dramas, thought Marlene. All we need now is some stunning hero to whisk her off of her feet. She frowned. To bad it couldn't be James...
Have you ever gone to the cinema, and when the movie comes and you're the only ones there?
Well, Lily found herself alone on the train, her only comfort was Marlene and her pet mouse Jitters.
Jitters kept jittering. He squeaked at every bump, and tried to hide in every nook and cranny of the train.
Marlene seemed to find it amusing. Lily, bored, transfigured a dust bunny from under her seat into a brown mouse. So she and Marlene had a mouse race.
Cookie the mouse won all of the races, effectively skidding off of the racing track of a table a few times.
"I guess nobody went home for Halloween because of Bold Wart's- I mean the Dark Lord's- rising. Maybe Hogwarts sounded like the safest place to stay. And the cauldron cakes and amazing."
Lily couldn't help but see the logic in that. Cauldron cakes were delicious.
The rest of the ride, Lily studied more on the Queen of Mozzerella.
"Hey Bella," Sirius Black said to his cousin. "Fancy seeing you here... in Hogwarts... where we both attend..."
"Black."
"Black." Ssirius paused. "It's hard to have an argument with you since we have the same surname. You should get married at somepoint. That might help."
Bellatrix wrinkled her nose. "Idiot," she said, taking Rudolphus Lestrange's sickly, pale arm. He smirked at Sirius.
"Idiot." He agreed heartily.
"Idiots." Said Sirius, shifting his feet awkwardly. James walked over to him, and Sirius said uncomfortably, "Mum said I've got to invite her over to the Black Family Dinner at Christmas." He looked at his friend pleadingly. "Please, invite me over for Christmas this year."
James laughed. "Of course. Now, let's go torture Snape."
Lily cried. Tears spurted out like water from a leaking dam. She 'accio'ed her quill, and was ready to begin scribbling in a diary entry. She sobbed even liuder when she saw the more recent entry. It was from that morning.
7th of November, 1977.
It's six am, mum's gonna kill me! Today I'm going home, to Pig Pimples. I need to apologize to James, and say hi to Sev, and yell at Sirius. I really hope there's some cauldron cakes left. Me and Petty Union (That's what I'm calling Petunia, now a days) are collecting Marlene and bringing her to the train station in Petty Union's new sleek car.
I hope this day ends up as good as I know it will. :)
- Lily.
PS. I'll write in more later.
9:20.
Today was awful. Sev called me a mudblood. We're through. It's all Potter's fault.
All Potter's bloody fault. I hate him. Hate hate HATE him.
-Lily.
She scowled unhappily. She needed a walk to clear her head.
James sat miserably on a large rock next door to Hagrid's hut. It was late. He was breaking about a hundred Hogwart rules just by being there. He gave out an irritated growl. He saw a figure with fiery red hair run quickly towards the forbidden forest. He guessed it may be Lily.
Scrunched up in his palm, although it was now illegible, rested a crumpled up apology note. 'Lily' it read, 'I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I'm even more sorry if you caught one of those muggle colds. Look, even if you don't want to go out with me, I'd like if we were friends. I missed you. I love you. -James.'
He sniffed, but a cold, taut hand flashed up to his eye. Men don't cry, he thought to himself. Then he remembered what Moony had said so many months before. "Men who don't cry are emotionless idiots. When you cry, it shows that you atcually care. That's why Sirius here never crys."
A brief smile crossed his face, vanishing within moments. He brought the note up to his face, and a strong, gusty breeze blew against him. He steadied himself, but another breath of the west wind hit him hard, and the note flew out of his hand.
James scurried up, leaping into the air. His hand brushed against it, but all he caught was air.
He blinked away tears. He shouldn't care about a stupid letter, he told himself.
He watched it float up, higher and higher, until it became like one of the gleaming stars above him. Untouchable.
His stare left the stars and the disappearing note, and looked up at the moon.
All of a sudden, a pained howl echoed through the woods. James's brain put the pieces together.
It was a full moon.
Remus.
Lily.