Chapter 29 - My Five Stages
People say there are five stages of grief when faced with death: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Similarly, I have found that there are five stages of grief when falling for James Potter.
Personally, I'd rather take death…
I. Denial
It had been almost a week since my close call with James in the hospital wing. He and I had been skirting around each other for the past few days and I told my friends it was because we both were still awkward about our love potion-induced snog-fest in the dungeons. Anna and Scarlet exchanged knowing smiles at that but let me continue thinking that I was fooling them. What nice friends they are…
This particular Saturday afternoon found us in the library studying with the Marauders, though James was absent. This detail didn't bother me so much, as it would let me concentrate on my homework.
Not that I thought James Potter was a distraction, mind you. Don't get any funny ideas.
Despite exams still being ages away, our professors had decided to continue dumping homework on us. In addition to our mountains of homework and extra apparitions lessons, all of our classes now required any spells used to be non-verbal.
I stared down at the empty goblet sitting in front of me on the table. My notes and Charms book were scattered around me and I was trying (without luck) to tune out my friends' constant chatter so I could fill the goblet with water, nonverbally.
Aguamenti, I thought firmly, my wand trained on the glass. A water droplet dribbled from the end of my wand onto the table and I growled. I couldn't concentrate with all this noise.
"And then he took me to the Quidditch pitch and there was a blanket spread out with a picnic set up," Anna was relaying her latest date with Jonathan Gardner to Scarlet who listened with rapt attention. Their Charms homework lay forgotten on the table.
"Please tell me he took you for a ride on his broomstick," Scarlet sighed dreamily, her chin propped up lazily in her arms.
"Which broomstick?" Anna giggled mischievously and Scarlet's eyes widened as she realized the double meaning.
"Annie, you didn't!" Scarlet gasped and I rolled my eyes, turning back to my empty glass.
I pointed my wand at my glass again, focusing all my attention on it.
Aguamenti, I thought again firmly and not even a drop came out this time. I dropped my wand onto the table, burying my head in my arms. It was pointless trying to get anything done. I couldn't concentrate.
"Where's James?" I heard Scarlet ask Sirius, noting his absence for the first time all afternoon.
"Probably still sleeping," Peter sniggered. "He didn't get in until four this morning."
I stiffened at this news and raised my head a fraction of an inch so I could see through my hair. Peter was grinning mischievously and Sirius was chuckling and shaking his head.
"Why so late?" Anna asked, oblivious to the obvious connotations. I wished she hadn't asked. I didn't want to hear why… I already knew.
"He was out with Celia last night," Sirius confirmed my thoughts and I groaned quietly to myself, letting my head sink back into my arms. I couldn't stop the flood of images that infiltrated my brain. Everything I'd told James about dates and how to romance a girl… I was now imagining him doing all those things with Celia. Not the mental image I wanted.
I heard footsteps approaching our table and someone set a stack of books near my head.
"Morning everyone," I heard the devil himself say brightly as the chair to my right scratched along the wood floor and became occupied.
"Afternoon, Prongs," Sirius smirked, his voice full of amusement. "Have a good night last night?"
"Yeah, I guess it was alright," James said in an offhand voice, but underneath I could tell he was suppressing something.
"Details?" Sirius pressed and I could practically sense Scarlet rolling her eyes at his crude curiosity.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells, Padfoot," James answered slyly and I nearly vomited.
I snatched my wand off the table and aimed it at the empty goblet again. Maybe if I concentrated enough, I could drown out this insipid conversation.
"Come off it, you're no gentleman," Sirius snorted and James grinned sheepishly.
Aguamenti, I though desperately, anything to force my attention away from them. Water gushed from the end of my wand into the empty glass and I smiled at my small victory.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," James chuckled. "Especially not after last night."
My elbow slipped on the table at that remark, knocking my wand askew while my jet of water proceeded to completely soak everyone at the table.
"Oy, Evans! Watch it!" Sirius yelped as I regained control of my wand and ceased the flow of water. He shook his hair out like a dog, spraying all of us in the process and Scarlet threw her charms book at him to make him stop.
"Sorry," I muttered, ignoring the strange look James was giving me. I pushed the soggy strands of red hair out of my face while Remus simply sighed, shaking his head slowly while he performed a quick drying spell on his robes and books.
"What's with you today?" Scarlet smirked at me as she dried her own robes. "You've been acting awfully strange."
"Nothing," I said automatically and Scarlet raised her eyebrows skeptically at me. "I just didn't sleep well last night."
Scarlet and Anna exchanged a quick look while I hastily shoved my books into my bag.
"In fact, I think I might go have a quick nap," I said, excusing myself from the table before anyone could say anything. My wet shoes squelched as I hurried away from the table, my face burning with embarrassment.
I heard footsteps following after me and sighed, slowing down as Scarlet and Anna caught up with me.
"Everything alright, Lily?" Anna asked cautiously as she fell into step beside me.
"Everything's fine," I said in an unconvincing voice.
"Come on, Lils," Scarlet said, grabbing onto my arms and bringing me to a stop. "We're your best friends… we're not stupid."
"What are you on about?" I sighed, turning to face her. She was wearing a knowing look that mirrored Anna's and irritation flashed through me.
"You like James," Anna said simply, shrugging.
"You're mental," I scoffed at her accusation,
"Cut the bullshit, Lily," Scarlet said bluntly and I gaped at her. "We know you better than anyone… You can tell us."
"I don't like him," I denied in what I hoped was a convincing voice. "I'm just tired, that's all."
"Oh, come off it," Anna rolled her eyes, abandoning her sympathetic attitude. "Ever since the love potion and that night in the hospital wing you've been avoiding him like the plague."
"Because he snogged me," I retorted. "And then nearly snogged me again! Do I need to remind you that it was because of your little stunt with the love potion?"
"Yes, but you let him snog you," Scarlet pointed out in triumphant voice that made me growl.
"Well, who's to say you didn't slip me some love potion too?" I said lamely and Anna smirked.
"Every time you see him you go red and turn abruptly in the other direction," Anna pointed out.
"You barely eat lately, you can't concentrate, I've never seen you not be able to do a spell before," Scarlet ticked off on her fingers.
"I think I'm coming down with Dragon Pox?" I tried, but Anna shook her head.
"You like him," Scarlet said firmly, her blue eyes locking onto mine. "Just admit it."
I shook my head. "Never."
"You're hopeless," Anna sighed, leaning back against the corridor wall.
"I'm not going to admit to something that's not true," I said pointedly and Scarlet rolled her eyes.
"Fine, just keep deluding yourself," she shrugged, grabbing Anna's arm and pulling her away from the wall. "But one of these days it's going to hit you, and when it does… well, don't say we didn't warn you."
Scarlet gave one last tug on Anna's sleeve and the pair of them turned and headed back towards the library.
II. Anger
I stared after my friends in disbelief. How could they possibly think I had feelings for him? Just because we had been avoiding each other since the kiss didn't mean I liked him. How would they feel if someone snogged them one day and didn't remember a thing about it the next?
Besides, James had Celia.
I gave a huff and adjusted my bag slung over my shoulder. They could say it all they wanted, it didn't mean it was true. Accusing me of liking him… of all the absurd things…
I marched back towards the Gryffindor common room, too angry watch where I was going. I rounded a corner and ran right into a third year Ravenclaw girl who dropped the books she was holding.
"Ugh!" I groaned, my temper getting the better of me. "Watch where you're going, will you?"
The girl's eyes widened at my hostile response and she hastily grabbed her books and ran off down the hall.
I shook my head irritably, muttering under my breath about how younger students had no respect anymore and when I was a third year, I never walked around so carelessly, bumping into older students and whatnot… Kids these days.
I was still fuming about my conversation with Anna and Scarlet when I stepped onto the staircase and it jerked underneath me, swinging around to a door on the other side before I could jump off. The door opened and a student stepped onto the stairs with me.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I blurted out loudly as Alex Winchester joined me on the stairs, which jerked into motion again, trapping us together.
"Beg your pardon, Evans?" Alex smiled amusedly at my outburst and I wanted to punch him in his stupid Hufflepuff face.
I turned slowly towards him, my jaw clenching and my hands curling into fists at my sides.
"I said, for fuck's sake," I repeated slowly, my voice alarmingly calm for how angry I felt. I was in no mood to deal with him of all people. "Because really I couldn't see how today could get much worse but low and behold, there you are."
"Ah, come on," Alex tilted his head to the side, a cocky grin lighting his face. He was clearly amused by how much his presence bothered me. "I'm not the worst thing to look at…"
"No, I really think you are," I snapped back, not even caring to notice how his presence didn't make me feel the least bit shivery and weak like it used to.
"You didn't used to think so," Alex reminded me pointedly, folding his arms across his chest and raising one eyebrow at me.
"Will you stop bloody bringing up the past?" I shrieked hysterically and all of the portraits on the walls turned to stare at us. The grand staircase was suddenly dead silent. Alex's eyes widened in shock at my outburst and his mouth hung open slightly.
"I'm sick and tired of you throwing that in my face," I hissed at him, when he didn't speak. The anger building inside me at everything that was going on with Potter and Snape and my friends made it that much easier to finally give out to him. "And I'm sick of that stupid, suggestive smile you always give me like you want to get with me. Newsflash, you broke up with me! Merlin, you more than broke up with me. You destroyed us, Alex."
Alex stared at me, his mouth open slightly when I had ceased yelling at him. He blinked once and then snapped his mouth shut.
I fumed silently at him as the staircase finally slid into place and I stepped off quickly.
"Can't you ever forgive me?" Alex asked when he'd recovered enough. His voice was defensive, like he still didn't think he'd done anything wrong.
"No!" I shrieked hysterically at him. "Merlin's beard, it's like talking to a fucking brick wall!"
"Wow," I heard Alex mutter as I turned on my heel away from him. "You've got some serious anger issues, Evans."
I stopped mid-step and turned slowly back towards him, my eyes flashing with fury. He shrank back slightly when he registered the look on my face. I didn't care how deranged I looked. It felt good to get this all out.
"You want an anger issue?" I asked him in a dangerously low voice, taking a slow step towards him and I slipped my wand from my pocket, idly recalling what James had said about how terrifying I could be with my wand. "I'll give you an anger issue."
Alex stumbled backwards and held up his hands in surrender.
"Easy, Evans," Alex said, a slightly panicked edge to his voice. "I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean it. I'll—I'll just go… ok?"
Alex backed away from, hands still raised before he turned and practically sprinted down the hall and out of sight
"That's right!" I yelled after him. "You better run!"
A second year passing by gave me a wide-eyed, frightened look as if I were a deranged convict and I glared at him.
"What are you looking at?" I snapped, anger and adrenaline still coursing through me from finally standing up to Alex.
"N-n-nothing!" the second year squeaked, clutching his books to his chest. "Please… let me live!"
I rolled my eyes at his dramatics and pocketed my wand, brushing by him as I continued to the Great Hall and out the front doors into the cold January air.
III. Bargaining
I was too worked up to sit still in the castle. I didn't want to be in the common room… too many younger students. I couldn't go back to the library, I'd embarrassed myself enough for one day.
It took me until the owlery to realize where I wanted to be, and I was surprised I hadn't realized it sooner. The first time I found the Well, I had come by myself, and now that Anna, Scarlet, and Sirius knew about it, I hadn't gotten a chance to be there alone in months.
I followed the familiar path into the woods and nearly smiled when the circular stone Well came into view. It was like seeing a very old friend again and I was oddly comforted by its presence.
I dusted the layer of snow off the brim of the Well and situated myself there so I could watch the little golden fish swimming lazily around each other. The water in the Well hadn't frozen like the water of the lake. Just another mystery to add to the list.
I let out a long sigh, letting my frustration and anger flow out of me as my fingers dipped beneath the surface of the surprisingly warm water.
Sure, it had felt good to yell at Alex. I had said things I'd been meaning to say to him for ages… but I didn't want to be mad anymore. I wanted to be done with him, once and for all.
"I wish he didn't still affect me," I whispered to the fish that swam carelessly through my fingers. "I wish I could just forget all about him."
The fish ignored my pleas and irritation flashed through me. Why wouldn't they listen to me? Why wouldn't they grant my wishes?
"I wish you weren't so bloody confusing," I frowned down at them, words flowing freely from my mouth. I slipped off the brim of the Well and sank down onto my knees next to it instead. "I wish I could understand what you want from me."
"I wish I could understand what my friends want from me, too," I muttered, resting my chin on the cool stones. "Why do they want me to fall for James so badly? If I'm going to fall for him, I wish they'd let me at least do it on my own terms. Not that I'm falling for him. Because I'm not."
I glared at the fish as if they silently disagreed with me but they just kept swimming, ignoring my monologue.
"And for that matter, I wish I could even just understand what's going on with him," I continued, not even caring that the fish weren't bound to answer any of my requests any time soon. "One minute we're fighting, the next we're talking like old friends… then he goes and snogs me and fucks everything up."
I let out another sigh, tears springing up inexplicably behind my eyes. "I wish he hadn't kissed me. I wish I hadn't liked it…This is so wrong. I'm not supposed to like him. I wish things could go back to how they used to be… I wish I could hate him again. I'd give anything for these feelings to go away, just… please, make them go away."
One of the fish swimming near my hand paused and gazed up at me, its large round eyes lingering my face briefly before it swished its long tail and resumed swimming in circles, ignoring my one last plea to be released from the strange grip James Potter seemed to have on me.
IV. Depression
To say I was depressed seemed a bit overly dramatic. The fact that I was currently spewing nonsense about my non-existent love life to a pile of stones and some fish that couldn't care less pointed more towards schizophrenic than anything. But for the sake of my five stages, I guess I could say I was slightly depressed.
Afterall, when all was said and done, what did I have? James was with Celia, Anna had her various suitors, and Scarlet and Sirius were so obviously going to end up together like out of a ruddy storybook or something.
Why couldn't I have that? Was it really too much to ask?
I pulled the Book of Wishes from the murky depths of the Well and consoled myself by reading page after page of wishes that hadn't come true, just like mine. I didn't even care that Scarlet, Anna, and Sirius would inevitably see my smattering of attempted wishes and figure it out. What did it matter?
James would never feel the same about me as I did about him. Why would he? He had Celia. Though it pained me to say, she was actually nice and I couldn't hate her, as much as I wanted to.
I flipped through the pages, reading one un-granted wish after another. I was idly wondering if I would ever figure out how this stupid well worked when a voice from the shadows made me jump.
"Back again, Miss Evans?"
V. Acceptance
I nearly screamed out of surprise and quickly jumped to my feet. My heart felt like it had leapt into my throat and I clutched the Book of Wishes tightly in my hands.
Albus Dumbledore stood at the edge of the clearing where the path ended. He was dressed in pale blue robes, almost blending in with the snowy ground. His blue eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
I gaped at him, my heart still racing at a frantic pace and I was at a complete loss for words. One thing was for sure, I was in deep shit. Not only was I out of bounds in the Forbidden Forest, but in possession of a magical object that may or may not be dangerous.
"P-p-professor," I stuttered, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. "I-I-I'm s-sorry. I—"
"Would you be so kind as to follow me, Miss Evans?" Dumbledore quietly interrupted my sputtering and I snapped my mouth shut. "You may leave the book."
I nodded mutely, horror spreading through my body. Dumbledore's brilliant blue eyes flickered towards the Well briefly before he turned and strode back up the path towards the school.
I quickly dropped the Book of Wishes into the Well and hurried after him, my mind reeling through every possible punishment I was about to get.
Dumbledore didn't say a word to me as we traipsed back up the lawn to school. He was much taller than me and I had to nearly jog to keep up. I expected him to lead me to his office once we had entered the castle but instead he turned in the opposite direction and led me through a number of passageways and tapestries that I didn't even know existed before.
We ended up in a kind of classroom, though all of the desks had been pushed off to one side. A dusty white sheet covered a large object that sat in the middle of the room.
I hesitated near the back of the classroom, wary of what sat beneath the sheet. It was much larger than I was and wider than a door.
Dumbledore came to a stop next to the object and when he realized I had stopped following him, he turned back towards me with a smile on his face and to my surprise, he let out a soft chuckle.
"You can relax, Miss Evans," Dumbledore said calmly, his beard twitching slightly. "You're not in trouble for being in the Forest."
"I—I'm not?" I choked, tripping slightly over my feet as I took a few steps towards him.
Dumbledore gazed at me over his spectacles. "No, you're not."
He turned his eyes back towards the sheet-covered object and stared at it.
"Professor," I said quietly, eyeing the object warily. "What exactly is that?"
"This," the old Headmaster nodded at the object, "is my latest invention."
Before I could ask any more questions, Dumbledore reached both his hands up, gripping the sheet tightly before pulled it off. Dust instantly filled the air with the action and I coughed a few times, swatting the air in front of my face in an attempt to clear it.
As the dust settled I began to make out a large golden arched frame that sat on two clawed feet, intricately detailed with words carved across the top that I couldn't quite read. It looked like Latin, although none of the words made any sense. As the air cleared even more I could make out what the frame was surrounding and realized with a jolt that it was a mirror. I could see Dumbledore's reflection smiling serenely back at me.
I waited for Dumbledore to explain, but he remained silent, staring pleasantly at his reflection in the mirror.
"Professor," I ventured timidly. "Why…are you showing this to me?"
Dumbledore turned away from the mirror to look at me. "I thought you might find it interesting, considering where I found you in the forest."
I frowned, still not understanding. Did Dumbledore know about the Well? And what did this mirror have to do with it?
"I'm sorry," I shook my head. "I still don't quite understand…"
"Why don't you come look in the mirror properly?" Dumbledore beckoned me forward, and I cautiously approached the mirror, unsure of what to expect.
I turned away from Dumbledore to look into the mirror and frowned when all I saw was my own pale, wide-eyed reflection staring back at me. I was about to tell Dumbledore that I couldn't see anything when another figure appeared in the frame with me and my heart stopped still.
James Potter came to a stop next to my reflection and instinctively I jerked my head around towards where he should stand, only to see that the space next to me was empty. I shot Dumbledore a bewildered look before turning my head back towards the mirror.
My reflected self had turned towards James, a gentle smile on my face as our hands twisted together between us. James bent forward slightly, pressing his lips to my forehead with such tenderness and affection that I quickly stepped away from the frame, unable to look anymore.
"May I inquire as to what you saw, Miss Evans?" Dumbledore asked me pleasantly, observing my reaction with interest.
I couldn't answer him. What the bloody hell had I just seen?
I twisted my fingers together in front of me, vaguely away that my hands were shaking.
"Perhaps I should explain first," Dumbledore smiled when I still couldn't answer him. He turned towards the mirror, reaching a hand up to trace the letters at the top. "I call it the Mirror or Erised. You may have guessed that it doesn't simply show you your reflection. Rather, it shows the deepest, most desperate desires in our hearts."
I gaped at the mirror, half in awe at just how brilliant a wizard Dumbledore was and the other half unsure how to piece together his explanation and what I just saw. It didn't make sense… How could that be the deepest, most desperate desire in my heart?
"No offense, sir," I said quietly, my voice finding me finally. "But I think your mirror is broken."
Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively, clapping a frail hand on my shoulder.
"The heart has its reasons of which the mind knows nothing, Miss Evans," Dumbledore said, peering down at me as I continued to stare at the mirror.
I ground my teeth together, an internal conflict raging inside me. Part of me wanted to smash that stupid mirror to bits and the other part—well, the other part of me wanted to look again…
"I thought you would find this mirror interesting," Dumbledore explained, lifting his hand from my shoulder and once again tracing the gilded frame gently, "because Ravenclaw's Well that I have so often seen you pondering over was the very inspiration for it."
"Wait… that's Ravenclaw's Well?" I burst out, forgetting the mirror completely with this revelation.
"Oh, yes," Dumbledore nodded, his eyes drifting out of focus. "It's a bit of a gray area, but it is believed that Rowena herself built it just after the school was founded, during the riff between Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. The story goes that she was fed up with Slytherin's prejudiced wish for only pureblood students to be accepted to the school. She could sense his desire for power over Gryffindor and the other houses, his selfish need for control. She created the Well as a kind of protest, enchanting it as I'm sure you've discovered not to grant any selfish wishes, but only those of noble cause."
"Did Slytherin and the other founders know about the Well?" I asked, completely dumbfounded by this onslaught of information.
"Oh, of course. She didn't keep it a secret," Dumbledore nodded. "Slytherin tried desperately to take advantage of it and I believe Rowena was hoping that Slytherin would realize how selfish he was when none of his wishes would work. She hoped he would realize that his wishes had to benefit someone other than himself. But her efforts were fruitless, I'm afraid. Some prejudices are just rooted too deep… Others however, can be changed."
Dumbledore gave me a pointed look and I felt my cheeks burn.
"After a while, the Well fell into disuse and was forgotten," Dumbledore continued. "I myself discovered the Well when I was a student here and it took me quite some time to figure out how it worked. I knew that it would only grant wishes that were true, but how could one really know what the heart desired?"
Dumbledore glanced over at me over his spectacles, his blue eyes boring into mine. "And so I created the mirror."
"With all due respect, sir," I said quietly, my eyes drifting back towards the mirror. "Why are you telling me all this? Shouldn't you be banning me from setting foot in the Forbidden Forest again? Saying that I shouldn't get involved in such things as wishing wells?"
Dumbledore studied me for a minute before answering.
"Miss Evans, I believe there are two mistakes one can make on the journey to uncovering the truth," Dumbledore said in a solemn voice. "Not starting the journey at all… and not going all the way."
I stared at Dumbledore again lost for words. Sometimes that man could be so utterly confusing. I had always thought of myself as an intelligent person, but somehow whenever he spoke, I felt like I knew nothing at all.
Dumbledore gave me one last pointed look from behind his spectacles before turning and heading for the door of the classroom. "And I wouldn't bother trying to find this room again, Miss Evans. You've seen what your heart desires. Life is too short to dwell on things that might be, instead of taking steps towards making sure that those things become a reality."
And with that, Dumbledore swept from the room, leaving me utterly confused. I turned back towards the mirror, carefully positioning myself in front of it.
James slid into the frame next to me, his eyes boring into my reflection.
My head was reeling with everything Dumbledore had told me about the mirror and Ravenclaw's Well, scrambling to make sense of it all.
I stared at the mirror for a long time, lost in my thoughts and the way James Potter was staring at me, the way our fingers entwined and that strange feeling blossoming in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't even aware of the sun sinking beneath the mountains outside the windows or the candles flickering to life on the wall.
Had it not been for Peeves crashing into a suit of armor outside the classroom and breaking my concentration, I might never have left.
"PEEVES!" I heard the Filch roar from a floor below. "I'LL HAVE YOU THIS TIME, PEEVES!"
I stumbled backwards away from the mirror, dimly aware that I should probably leave before Filch made his way to this corridor.
I slid quietly out of the classroom and walked numbly back towards the Gryffindor common room, wondering vaguely what time it was and whether I had missed dinner, though I wasn't hungry at all. My mind was so preoccupied, in fact, that Peeves might have chucked a suit of armor straight at me and I probably wouldn't have noticed.
All I could think about was the new information about the Well, and more importantly that James Potter was apparently my deepest, most desperate desire in life. Somehow, I thought the latter might better belong in the "depression" stage of this whole thing.
"Password?" I heard a voice say and looking up I saw that I was standing in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"What?" I blinked up at her stupidly.
"Password, dear. The password," The Fat Lady said impatiently, raising one skeptical eyebrow at me.
"Oh, right," I shook my head. "Glumbumble."
"Right you are," the Fat Lady swung forward, still eyeing me suspiciously as I stumbled through.
My feet carried me through the common room, ignoring inviting calls from the Marauders to join their game of exploding snap and staggered up the stairs to my dormitory.
Anna and Scarlet were there, Anna painting her nails midnight blue on her bed while Scarlet was attempting to finish her Charms essay. They both looked up when I sat on my bed, frowning slightly.
"Alright, Lily?" Scarlet acknowledged my arrival, her eyes drifting back to her Charms book.
I didn't answer but continued to stare at my hands. The empty spaces where James's fingers fit perfectly were like neon beacons commanding my attention. What Dumbledore had said about the Well didn't even matter now, not when… Merlin, but I couldn't even think the words. It couldn't be true, could it?
"Lily… are you ok?" Anna asked, noticing my lack of response. She looked up from her nails with curiosity and swung herself around so she was facing me on her bed. Scarlet looked up as well, picking up on the note of concern in Anna's voice.
"I…I…" I hesitated, looking up from my empty hands at them. My voice sounded distant and not my own, as is what usually happens when one has a groundbreaking revelation like this.
"Spit it out, Lily," Scarlet urged, her full attention on me now.
"I think I'm in love with James Potter," I said in a dazed voice.
Anna and Scarlet exchanged a quick grin, and that was the last thing I saw before they both tackled me on my bed with squeals of delight.
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this chapter! It was definitely one of my favorites to write! Lily's finally admitted she likes James... do you think she'll tell him? Do you think he'll ever realize it? AND we found out a lot about the Well... what do you think of all that? Do you think now that Lily knows how it works they'll be able to try a wish that works?
Here's what coming up:
- a birthday party
- a lion
- an ending friendship
- and a very, VERY bad decision
Cheers! Leave a review :)
