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SydrianFan4Ever: What a coikydink, I was smiling all through writing that chapter.

emluvsyouxx: Haha, every time I wrote about Lily choosing her friends over James, I grit my teeth and think "This is stupid, Marlene should understand" but then again I'm the one who wrote it, haha, and I'm not undoing it at all. And don't worry, Lily and James will get together soon enough :)))

evilduckofwoe: Haha, glad you liked it, even if you are lazy :P

Disclaimer: If you go to my profile, you'll see clearly that my name is Rihanna Obama, not Jo Rowling, and that I like at 42 Wallaby Way Sydney, nowhere near the UK. Which I guess means that I don't own Harry Potter. Pity.

At any rate, enjoy!:)

Lily's POV:

I was spending a lot of time on my own.

I loved spending time with my friends, of course, but now something that should have been simple was proving to be more and more impossible.

There was Alice and Frank, but they always seemed wrapped in their own worked, which always made me feel bad because the only relationship I had ever been in had been disastrous. And then, whenever I tried to talk to either one of them, they kept watching me intently and I'd get uncomfortable.

Then there was Mary and Marlene. Every time I talked to them, the subject of the Marauders kept popping up. They'd both talk as if they'd never been friends with them at all. And it was starting to make me sick. Peter wasn't a pathetic little twat. Sirius wasn't inconsiderate (well, not completely, at least). Remus wasn't a lousy secret-keeping prat. And James definitely wasn't a selfish idiotic jerk.

James.

Being around him was painful. He kept making such an effort to try to talk to me, and there I was avoiding him. I wanted to explain everything to him, just let it all out, and apologize, but I couldn't. First of all, there was Marlene, who of course expressly farbade me from talking to him for any social reason. Bit then there was also the embarrassment that I'd felt ever since the kiss.

The kiss.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. It meant so much.

It meant that one thing was 100% clear to me: I definitely fancied James.

It meant he still fancied me.

It meant things were definitely going to be different for us.

But the way things were going, it wasn't going to be different in a good way.

I was sitting down against the wall in one of the deserted corridors, alone, thinking about all of this. It was like there was this huge, jumbled up knot in my life, begging me to untie it, but I was afraid that if I tried, I'd just tear the string completely.

I sighed, wondering how things could possibly get worse.

Suddenly, a big tan owl came flying into the corridor and dropped a rolled up scroll into my lap. I reached out and let the bird nip my fingers, and I resolved to buy myself an owl of my own whenever I got the chance.

When the bird finally flew away, I smiled, and then opened the letter.

I'd jinxed it. It turned out things could be worse.

"Professor McGonagall!" I shouted, knocking rapidly on the door to her office.

I waited for a few dreadful minutes, before the woman finally emerged from the door. She looked at me for a moment, and then briskly asked, "What is it?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but found myself choking on the words. Instead, I silently pulled the letter out of my pocket and handed it to her. She took it, and scanned it. Then her eyes met mine.

"I'm so sorry, Lily," she said. I was too affected by what the letter had said to be shocked by McGonagall's rare sympathetic side.

I stood there motionless, trying to find the ability to speak. "I...I...can I go?"

She nodded immediately. "Yes, yes of course, you can Floo over there from my office right now if you'd like."

I nodded, and she let me into her office. I glanced at the fireplace for a moment, then hesitated. "Professor, it's not connected to the Floo Network, is it?"

She pondered that for a moment. "No it's not, but you can Floo over to London or Hogsmeade and Apparate from there. You have passed the test, right?"

I nodded, and Professor McGonagall handed the Floo Powder over towards me.

I took it, and was about to throw it into the roaring fire, but something held me back. "Oh, Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, well, could you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

The words seemed tangled in my throat. "Could you not tell anyone what happened? I don't want to be bothered, but I'll explain when this is all over with."

McGonagall observed me for a moment, before responding. "All right, I understand. Just make sure you do tell them soon, understand? It's never..." She trailed off.

I nodded, then promptly Flooed over to Diagon Alley, and then Apparating to my house. I didn't notice until later that I had left the letter in Professor McGonagall's office.

Lily,

Mum and Dad died a few days ago. You never came, so I guess you didn't hear.

Anyways, come back to the house. We need to talk.

-Petunia

This chapter was not a fun one to write.

And I know it's shorter then they usually are, and I'm sorry about that.

Originally, I was going to make the letter be from the Ministry and have her parents get killed by a Death Eater attack, but a week ago, I read one of Jo's interviews and apparently they died natural deaths, no killing. So I improvised.

Anyways, tell me what you thought!