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"Lily, have you eaten anything today? Lily?"
I shake my head.
"Lily, you have to eat, come on. You have to take the pain-numbing potion with food."
I shrug.
"Lily," James kneels down next to my bed, his voice pleading. "Please, Lily. You have to eat something."

I try to speak firmly, but my voice cracks where I haven't used it often.
"I'm not hungry."
"I know, but you have to eat to take your potion."
"I know."
"But then you can't have...Lily!"

He watches me rub my back, an angry look on his face.
"You didn't take your potion! That must...you must in so much pain! Why would you...?"
Biting my nails, a habit I grew out of in third year, I look down at the floor.
"Stop it," James' voice is fierce, but concerned.
"Stop what?"
"Stop punishing yourself. What happened to your parents was not your fault! OK?"

"Mr Potter, kindly refrain from raising your voice. This is a hospital, and people are trying to sleep!"
"But Madam Pomfrey-"
"Go to Herbology James." My voice is quiet, and defeated.
"What? Lily-"
"Miss Evans is right, Mr Potter. She needs to rest."
James looks outraged, but turns and storms out of the hospital wing, the door swinging shut behind him.

I can't help it; as soon as he's gone I burst into tears. Madam Pomfrey comes over to me, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"There, there, dear. He's just worried about you, and he means well."
I don't have the strength or the courage to tell her that he's the one who's right.
"The potion can make you a little emotional..." She peers at the bottle on the table, and then looks at me sternly.

"I'm guessing this is what Mr Potter was reprimanding you about?"
Ashamed, I nod.
"Miss Evans, I appreciate the fact that your parents have passed away..."
She carries on talking, but I stop listening.

They've phrased it in a so many different ways over the past few days.
Gone on.
Gone to a better place.
Passed away.
Gone with the angels.
Their unfortunate passing.

They've tried to dress it up, made it sound more peaceful, tried to make it easier to bear.
But it doesn't change the fact that they're gone.
Dead.
My parents are dead.
And it's NOT FAIR!

That's what I yelled when I woke up in the hospital wing yesterday. The bad thing was that no one tried to deny it. No one tried to tell me that it was okay, that it was going to be alright, that I was going to be alright. Although it would have been lie, it would have been nice to hear.
Someone having hope.
The hope that I don't have.

"So, Miss Evans, I think that if you don't start eating and taking your potion regularly, I will have to ban visitors. As it stands, no one will visit you from now, until tomorrow evening. I'm sorry, but that's my final word. Now take that potion!"
"Yes Miss."
I grab the potion off the side and unwrap a Chocolate Frog, the sickly sweet smell making me feel sick.
After taking my potion, I fish around in my bag for my book and open it. Trying to distract myself, I attempt to focus on the words, but they swarm on the page like flies, so I close the book, and sigh in relief as the potion takes effect.

It doesn't matter what James says; it was my fault that they died. So I think I deserve the pain, sometimes.
Still, it doesn't mean that I enjoy it.

The clock on the wall chimes one o'clock, so lunch has started, and sure enough, five minutes later there's a knock on the door, and it opens.
Madam Pomfrey hurries over to the door, effectively blocking the person there from view.
But I'm fairly sure that it's James.

"I'm sorry Mr Potter-"
James.
"But Miss Evans is not allowed visitors at the present time."
"What?!"
"She's not allowed visitors."
"She was allowed visitors half an hour ago!"
"Yes, however as you are aware Miss Evans has not been taking her potions when instructed, so I have banned visitors until tomorrow evening."
"She's grieving! Her parents just died, for Merlin's sake!"
"Mr Potter, I said no visitors. I'm sorry, but that's my final word. Now please remove yourself from the hospital wing, unless you want me to fetch Professor Dumbledore."
"I would, actually, because then you can explain why I can't go see my girlfriend!"
"Mr Potter!"

That's another voice, sharp and stern.
Professor McGonagall.
"Mr Potter! Kindly remove yourself from the Hospital Wing immediately or I will put you in detention."
"But Professor, they won't let me in to see Lily!"
"No buts!"
"I know why she's not taking her potion!"
"And why is that?"
"I won't tell you until you let me IN!"
"Mr Potter! Calm yourself at once! Madam Pomfrey is an accomplished Healer, and if she feels that Miss Evans should have no visitors then that is how it shall be. Unless you want Miss Evans to stay in this condition?"
"No Professor," James mumbles, and my breath hitches in my throat as I hear how upset he sounds.
"I'm sorry Potter. But rules are rules, and Madam Pomfrey has decided to enforce one."
"Fine."
There's a moment of silence and then:
"Come with me, Potter."
"Why?"
"We're going to my office."

Their voices fade, as well as the sound of their footsteps, and Madam Pomfrey re-enters the Hospital Wing, looking disgruntled.
"Very determined, isn't he?"
I nod.
"Very."

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