Okay, sigh, there are a number or themes ahead that i do not particularly like ( they're all like sad and depressed and stuff), it might be hard goings, but my plan is to try and get through then quickly, and i won't be too...wet blanket hahah

i must admit, this one sounded better in my plan, haha, but i really like the last line...

Theme 26: Tears

Rating: K

Invincible

Lily Evans was not one to hide emotion.

When she got her Hogwarts letter, she was excited, but when her sister decided it was all a joke and Lily was just as odd and stupid as before, she cried. This had been her big break, her place in the world, now how could she go if her stupid sister had disapproved. Despite what Lily said, Petunia's opinion mattered.

Going against everything she knew, Lily threw caution to the wind and boarded the scarlet steam engine. There she met friends, saw grand sights, and attracted too much attention as she felt from one messy boy. That night, in her snug new bed, she wept tears of joy, she finally felt happy, felt right.

The first month or two were bliss, ignorant bliss. Then her world fell crashing about her ears, she wasn't as accepted as it seemed, one of her closest new friends learned of her family and promptly stopped talking to her. to make matters worse, she heard whispers everywhere she went, names like mudblood seemed to hang in the air around her.

Ignoring it didn't work, it also didn't work on one messy haired boy. Potter, his name, became her mini stalker, and when she didn't return his affections he became frustrated with her. On a number of occasions they exchanged sharp barbs and he occasionally went too far.

Over the years, Lily cried herself to sleep several times, promising her self she wouldn't let it hurt her so much next time. Over those same years, those promises caught up, and Lily grew a thick protective skin. Nothing got in, any of Potter stupid attempts to earn her heart, and consequentially nothing got out. Her deep-rooted affection for James, stayed trapped in, buried beneath layers and layers of protection.

She forgot how to cry it seemed, as her parents passed and she didn't shed a tear. That didn't mean no one did, the first blow to her shield was walking in on James, completely by accident right after he'd gotten his own letter of his parent's death. Her heart leapt to her throat and she told him it was okay, he'd be okay. His tears sent a deep crack in her shell, and the crack just kept getting bigger as he faced up to the world and matured.

The shell was gone by their last Christmas break and she was able to share her mutual feelings for the spectacled man. With James by her side, Lily's world wasn't perfect, but it was close, no need to cry any longer.

No need to cry at least until it snuck up and attack her when he sunk up and proposed…She never thought s he was sentimental weeper, but every wedding got to her, especially her own. Those salty droplets of joy mixed with the others of sadness, she had no real guests to invite.

The next time Lily couldn't hold back her tears was reasonable, holding your son for the first time tended to be life altering. Everything clouded with her vision. Her happiness, her physical pain, her dread of the future, her hope, and pride leaked out her eyes and stained her cheeks.

She was free to weep at anytime when she learned of her family's certain doom. James certainly couldn't contain his frustration. He apologized to her, that she didn't deserve this but Lily just smiled and shook her head. It was their destiny, her son's destiny.

As she faced the hooded figure, as she had a wand pointed at her heart, Lily didn't cry, because she wasn't afraid. She wasn't afraid of death, or the unknown, she felt invincible.