AN: I said stoop flming the strio if ur a prep and de not red it. You can tell weather ur a prep r not buy ma quiz on its on my home page. If ur not then you rock. If you are then foook ooooff! P.S. Willow isn't really a prep, Raven please do this I promise to give you back your poster. The Carnivorous Muffin, u fucking prep, give me back my sweater!

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In which Lily and Luna discuss where they can possibly go from here, Lily attends the same concert for the second time, and Hogwarts continues to crumble

The blood, it trickled out of him so quickly, and yet at the same time it almost seemed slow, too slow, as it spread beneath him in an expanding puddle. It wouldn't reach her feet, she was standing too far from him.

His lips were partially open, the breath of slight surprise now forever stamped upon them, and his eyes, his eyes wide and open and so blue as they stared towards the entrance of the shop, the light of the day reflected in them, but not caught in them, his pupils stationary.

It was the quiet though, the silence after the gunshot, the sound of silence as she stood over him as his grim reaper, watching and waiting for something, although what she was waiting for she wasn't sure, because even if he stood back up it wouldn't be Wizard Lenin in his body, it wasn't Wizard Lenin she'd killed just now…

Her voice caught in her throat, a jagged, broken, jerking sound, the gun fell out of her fingers and hit the floor with a thud, damning her as she reached with trembling fingers for it, willing herself to vanish it back into nonexistence.

But everything was shaking, her shoulders and chest, everything shuddering and falling apart and tears rolling down her face, fat and warm and unstoppable even as she looked down at his body and the blood, all of the blood…

Her vision beyond blurred, Wizard Lenin reduced to a hazy vision of black and white, but none the less she stepped forward, reached out for his arm, willing herself to not think about how it was still warm but quickly cooling, willing herself not to think as she reached to his eyelids with two desperately shaking fingers and closed them, the black eyeshadow and kohl staining her fingertips, and then, carefully she draped his body over her shoulders and stood, dragging him out of Hogsmede without a care for who might witness it.

However, no one seemed capable of witnessing such things anymore, she thought to herself as she limped back to Hogwarts, Wizard Lenin's corpse far too heavy on her back. No, there were no people left in this world, or at least, none who dared walk in the open, there now in the snow and the rain was Ebony and B'loody Mary, exchanging words with Hagrid, the words "fuck" and "bastard" somehow discernable even over the wind and the weather. However, they didn't even look over at the sight of red-headed, soaked, Eleanor Lily Potter, dragging the corpse of Tom Riddle over her shoulders, a trail of blood in their wake.

The walk was cold and with each numbing step she found herself growing more distant even to herself, until her head was filled only with a strange white noise, thinking thoughts of nothing and dreaming of no one.

But soon enough, she found herself at the edge of Black Lake, she stared out across it, forlornly, allowing Wizard Lenin's earthly shell to fall from her shoulders and drop onto the rocky shore with a thud.

Without even looking at him, she made a gondola, red and black, filled with tiger lilies.

Then, carefully, so carefully, she moved his body inside, placed his hands over his chest, and stuck a flower inside. The rain had washed away the makeup from his face, tears of black running down his cheeks, but all the same, all the same even like this, he looked like a king.

She opened her mouth, to wish him one last farewell, but then closed it, shaking her head as another wrenching sob cut through her throat. Instead, squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed the gondola out into the lake and, with will alone, set it ablaze.

She watched then, that bright burst of light in this overwhelming darkness, this constantly overcast world she now found herself in, she watched it as it sailed out and away, dragged off by the tides towards the sea, until it faded from view.

But Lily was still here, yes, standing on the shore of the lake, body shaking from the rain, Lily was still here.

Slowly, too slowly, she shuddered out a sigh and turned her eyes to Hogwarts, forcing herself step by step up the stairs and all the way into the Default common room.

"Hey bitch, you look kawaii."

Lily looked up from the entryway to find Ebony and Hermione talking to a new girl who looked, well, just like the rest. She was wearing a short black corset which made her heaving cleavage heave that much further and the sickening thinness of her waist that much thinner, accentuated with crimson lace that was eerily reminiscent of the color of Wizard Lenin's blood, joining this was a black and crimson miniskirt, leather fishnet stockings, and black pointed boots. All of this accentuated the eerie, sickly, paleness of her skin and the strange almost gangly look to her too thin limbs.

Her hair was dark, her skin was pale, and while her eyes were green it didn't change the fact that she looked just like all of them did.

Lily, still soaked through, standing in wet tennis shoes in the entryway, looking at this newcomer, couldn't find it in herself to care. Lily moved out of the doorway, past the trio, and instead towards one of the empty chairs, dragging it towards the fireplace.

"Ja, but not as kawaii as you," Ebony answered in a strangely sad tone, one Lily couldn't quite parse, but didn't see a real need to.

Ebony Way was no longer her problem.

"So, are you going to the concert with Draco?" the other, the newcomer, who could be anyone and everyone turned into a goffick disaster for all Lily knew.

"Ja!" Ebony replied with enthusiasm.

"I'm going with Diabolo," the other responded with equal enthusiasm.

Diabolo, that was goffick Ron, excellent, wonderful, Lily hadn't had enough of him yet, why not bring him along? Strangely, as the two chatted away, they seemed to have forgotten entirely about Draco having died and then been kidnapped, or, for that matter, about Snape's descent into pedophila.

Such matters were inconsequential, it seemed, in the face of this concert.

Like tears in the rain, perhaps.

"Ellie?"

Lily opened her eyes, there, standing in front of her, was the now post adolescent Luna Lovegood, staring at her with fear and sorrow in her eyes, reaching out and tenderly taking Lily's hands in hers.

Lily felt her mouth twist then, try to form a smile but tearing itself into a wretched frown, instead forming some horrific expression in between as once again Lily's voice caught in her throat and she began to shake. Without her consent she found herself pulling Luna in with desperation, clinging to her and soaking her clothes through along with Lily's, Lily's hands shaking as the sobs came out uncontrollably and she tried to explain.

"He's dead… I had to… He was dead already, I had to… Oh god, I had to shoot him… And I… I can't… I can't…" She squeezed Luna harder, ignoring Ebony, her guest, and Hermione B'loody Granger just as surely as they were ignoring Lily and Luna.

Luna's hand rubbed circles on her back, "It's alright, I saw my mother go to the other side, I think comrade Lenin will prefer it there to here."

That thought alone burned at her eyes, forced tears to pour out faster and more furious than even before.

"I can't, I can't, I can't…" she kept repeating nonsensically, because even Lily didn't know what she couldn't do, only, only every time she closed her eyes she kept seeing him in that last moment, staring out at her with contempt and incomprehension even as she had a gun pointed at his head.

And then that moment where he'd been perfectly still, the bullet in his head, and how he'd crumpled to the floor like a puppet whose strings all had been cut.

"It's alright," Luna drew back, soft pale fingers wiping the tears from Lily's face as Lily forced her eyes open, "There are other worlds than these."

Lily, slowly, too slowly, forced herself to nod, to push the tears and the grief back down, to look past Luna, now offering a soft and sad smile to Lily, over her shoulder to where Rabbit stood, watching with a cocked head, and dark eyes that revealed nothing at all.

"Luna," Lily said slowly, softly, even as her own fingers reached out to cup Luna's face, "I'm glad you're still here."

Perhaps it was wrong, to condemn someone to that, to watching the world unravel itself, but all the same… All the same, even if Death was gone, even if Wizard Lenin was gone, even if Lily was somehow still here in spite of it all…

Luna, for now, was still here.

And Rabbit, Lily thought as her eyes drifted over to him, Rabbit would always be here.

Too soon the door opened, Lily turned, and yes, there was Draco Malfoy in all his goffick glory along with Ronald Diabolo Weasley who also was in full goffick mode. Ron was in a large baggy t-shirt with '666' emblazoned on the front and his face had been plastered with enough foundation that he looked either like a clown from hell or else a geisha gone terribly terribly wrong. Draco, for his own part, was wearing too tight black leather pants a shirt for some sort of band and black Vans shoes, somehow this did actually look better than Diabolo's getup.

There was an uncomfortable moment where they stared with a lustful hunger at Ebony and company and Ebony and company stared with just as much sexual desire back.

Not to be outdone Hermione B'loody Mary Granger Smith broke out into a smile as the third man of the evening walked in. None other, than, perhaps predictably, goffic Neville Longbottom, wearing a black band t-shirt, black jeans, black shoes, and his hair had been dyed black and highlighted with garish red streaks.

"Neville?" Luna asked, eyes wide as she looked at him, he paused in the doorway, considered her then Lily.

Then, in a tone that was far too confident for his own good, as Hermione entered her arm in his and beamed up at his now pale face, "It's Dracola now."

"Dracola?" Lily asked, unable to quite help herself, as if the ghost of Wizard Lenin had taken hold of her tongue, "Or Dracula?"

Neville, however, didn't answer this, rather he continued his explanation, "I used to be called Navel, but it turned out I was kidnapped at birth and my real family were vampires. They died in a car crash. I converted to Satanism and I went goff, I'm in Slytherin now."

Well, he and Hermione Granger were just made for each other then, so many vampire orphans, what was the world going to do with all of them?

If there was a silver lining to shooting Wizard Lenin in the head though, it was that Neville's sudden appearance meant nothing to her, she merely blinked and then turned away. There was a bit more chatting and then the girls looped their hands through the boys' arms and proceeded to walk out the door.

Luna tugged on Lily's hand, "Ellie, we should go."

"Why?"

"Ellie, what if something happens?" Luna said, "Better to be where the tree falls then wonder if it ever existed in the first place."

Lily allowed herself to be pulled up, Rabbit pulled along with her, but that question still resounded in her own mind. Why?

Why care?

Why go to this Hogsmeade concert, one she had been to already even, she didn't need to see this. Why shouldn't she just let these people disappear entirely?

They all piled into Draco's flying black Mercedes-Benz, Lily, Luna, and Rabbit squished together in the one corner filled with color, Luna dressed in overwhelming blues and yellows while Lily wore her typical brightly colored sweater. They watched as Ebony and gang proceeded to first puff on weed, then snort cocaine, and then smoke white rocks of crack, bursting into laughter and filling the car with the unmistakable scent of narcotics as they made their way towards Hogsmeade.

And in the background, Marylin Manson whispered into each of their ears among the discord of guitars, "To take some drugs, say to make us feel hollow. We love in vain, narcissistic and so shallow. The cops and queers swim, you have to swallow. Hate today, no love for tomorrow."

Draco climbed on top of Ebony, his tongue licking her jaw line and then entering her lips and tangling with hers, him squirming on her lap, his pelvis rubbing against her abdomen in erratic twists and turns of his body.

This, Lily thought as she closed her eyes, was the scent and sound of hell.

"We're all stars now in the dope show, we're all stars now in the dope show. There's lots of pretty pretty ones who want to get you high. But all the pretty pretty ones will leave you alone and blow your mind."

"Hey, what about that shroopid fucking Brittany, eh?" Neville asked, Hermione tilting her head back and laughing and the others joining in like jackals, "Such a fucking prep, eh?"

"Fooking Brittany!" Ron jeered, his lips twisted and stained black by the third unnamed goff's lipstick, taking the pipe of crack from her and inhaling long and deep.

"Drugs, they say are made in California. We love your face, we'd really like to sell you. The cops and queers, make good-looking models. I hate today, who will I wake up with tomorrow?"

"What about Ellie?" B'loody Hermione said, pointing to Lily, Luna, and Rabbit, a sneer on her face, "She's fooking prep too, right?"

And then, pointing at Lily, at Lily's impassive face staring at them in judgement, they broke into laughter, rolling in seats and almost onto the floor of the car. Luna's hand in Lily's, tightened briefly, Luna's eyes turning, a dazed robin's blue, to stare into hers.

Soon though they were there, piling out of Draco's car and back into the night air, blissfully clean after that car. Ebony and the rest darted towards the stage, Lily following at a distance, a cold stone settling into her stomach as she began to anticipate what she would see.

There on the stage was the singer, the same singer from before, a man crooning to the audience with pale blue eyes, the audience bouncing up and down in a great faceless wave. And then, just as before, the man reached up and tore at his own face, taking off the mask, while the other bandmembers followed suit.

And there he was, just as he had been there once before, Wizard Lenin's crimson eyed doppelganger, the omen of Wizard Lenin's death. Or perhaps, perhaps more horrifyingly yet, perhaps Wizard Lenin himself.

The audience scream and quickly fled, trampling over each other as they ran from the venue, until only Luna, Rabbit, Lily, Ebony, and Draco remained.

"It's Vladimort!" Draco hissed, "And the Death Dealers!"

The stone in Lily's chest eased slightly, yes, this might be Hindenburg, they had yet to see him, yes it could be him. Except, except, she had almost been hoping to see Wizard Lenin again. Even in these most horrific of circumstances.

"You moronic idiots!" the doppelganger shouted from the stage, his voice so similar to Lenin's, pointing down at them his face morphed into one that seemed, strangely, not wrathful, but rather the face of a man who questioned his own existence, filled with angst, "Enoby, I told you to kill Vampire! Thou hath failed, and now I shall kill thou and Draco."

No, no, this wasn't him, this couldn't be Wizard Lenin. Even in his darkest of moments, at his most brainwashed, he would never speak like this. Perhaps the other hadn't been Wizard Lenin either, perhaps she'd killed this one and he'd been resurrected. A strange, burning hope spread through her, because for all she knew she had merely killed Hindenburg.

She found herself watching with wide and suddenly interested eyes.

Ebony fell to her knees, Draco along with her, and together they begged, "No, no, please!"

The man smiled, pulled a knife from his robes, but before he could move forward there, on a broomstick, flying in, was Dumbledore with dyed black hair with a black robe with the words "Avril Levine" on the back, he pointed his wand at the stage and gave a shout, Hindenburg stepping backward with a hiss, then, turning on his heel and fleeing the stage.

And Lily, even though it was still snowing and raining, even though everything was just as it was before, even though she'd seen Dumbledore sink lower than she'd ever thought possible, she couldn't help a small, desperately hopeful smile which tore across her face. Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Lily would be going back to that gothic store and she would find him.

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AN: Tom Riddle is bisejual and likes to do makeup.


Author's Note: Mmmmmmmmmmmm yes, oh Lily, do get your hopes up, please. Also, I just love how the sheer angst of this story is counteracted by dialogue alone on the part of the goffick crew. Also, yes, to those concerned, we're riding this train until the end of the line then a little bit beyond even.

Next up, Dumbledore has a goffick midlife crisis, and Ebony does not approve. Lily also hunts for Wizard Lenin in all the wrong places.

Thanks to readers and reviewers, reviews are always appreciated.

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