Hello, children. Sorry
this has taken so long, but what with holidays, homework, food and so forth, I
haven't been writing as frequently as I do usually. All right, now, let me just
straighten this out. Lily and James are not in love, and they do not like
each other in that way. Yet. They are just friends. Like Harry and Hermione
(except that H/H don't talk about their upcoming wedding and secret
rendezvousing). And they don't realise until year – no wait, you'll just have
to wait and see. Ha! And another thing. If this text is scaring you, then: 1)
You need help. Now. 2) I can do this in html now, so you better get used to it.
3) It should make the story easier to read. If not, complain to me and I'll
take absolutely no notice whatsoever. Read on, peeps …
There was instant uproar. Dumbledore conjured a stretcher immediately and lifted Lily onto it. He looked around at the students.
'James,' he said quietly. 'Go to the Hospital Wing. Inform Madam Pomfrey that Miss Evans is critically injured.' James mind had gone completely blank. His feet were carrying him off in the direction of the Hospital Wing, but all he could see in his mind was Lily's blank, expressionless face looking back at him as she fell onto the cold floor of the Great Hall. He shook himself mentally. This was serious – he had to get help, fast. He ran to the Hospital Wing, and found himself face to face with an angry looking Madam Pomfrey.
'What is it, Potter?' she said, eyeing him suspiciously. 'Shouldn't you be at the feast?'
'Lily – drank juice – poisoned – fainted,' James gasped quickly.
'Speak slowly, Potter,' said Madam Pomfrey, raising her eyebrows.
'It's Lily,' said James quietly, though he knew Madam Pomfrey could hear. 'She's been – she's been poisoned. Dumbledore's bringing her up.' Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth, and surveyed him quickly.
'Right, Potter. Go and fetch Professor Turner. He may be able to help.' James nodded, and left the hospital wing. How? That was what was bothering him. How was the food and drink being contaminated? The faint whistling coming from Dumbledore – it must have been his dark magic sensor. James' insides shuddered as he realised that this meant the drinks had been poisoned beyond Stunning level.
He was just walking down the corridor to the dungeons when Professor Turner bolted around the corner.
'James,' he said, panting. 'Who's hurt? Dumbledore told me to check the kitchens.'
'Lily,' said James quickly. 'She's been poisoned. Madam Pomfrey wanted to know if you have a antidote.'
'I'm on it,' he said, before rushing off in the direction of his office. James turned and started running back towards the Hospital Wing. When he passed the Great Hall, he noticed the Ravenclaws standing around, looking confused. Somebody called his name.
'James?' It was Jason Mak. 'Is she all right?'
'Dunno. Come with me, Jas. We'll go and see.' Jason nodded, and the two boys left in silence in the direction of the hospital wing.
When they entered, they saw that Lily had been placed on one of the beds next to Madam Pomfrey's office. Dumbledore was standing over her, tapping her with his wand. He was surveying her condition.
'How is she, sir?' James asked, coming up to the bed. Dumbledore sighed heavily. His blue eyes were bright, and his aura was the very sense of power.
'I do not know. The curse was powerful –' his voice shook slightly, '– she may not live.' James closed his eyes, and felt Jason shudder next to him. Dumbledore withdrew his wand.
'Sir?' James asked, just about managing to keep his voice steady. 'How – how did this happen?' Dumbledore gave him a swift, piercing look.
'The same as last time, James, except that the curse was much stronger. You probably heard my sensor going off. The curse placed on this food was more than just a warning. There is someone close by – a supporter of Voldemort … Let us just hope he has not succeeded today.' James nodded, and suddenly felt anger coursing through him. These … people, if they could be considered that, were doing this as a threat. A mindless threat. It really was incredible, James thought, that people could be capable of doing such terrible things. He sat up on the bed next to Lily. Her skin was deadly pale, and the light from her usually bright green eyes seemed to have gone out. She looked peaceful … as though she was in enchanted sleep. James was only vaguely aware of a single silver tear running down his cheek.
Dumbledore lifted his head, sighing. He once again put his wand to Lily's wrist. He tapped it twice, and sighed again. The aura of power surrounding him had gone; instead, he was looking tired and weary.
'No pulse,' he murmured softly to Madam Pomfrey, who shook her head.
'Is she –?' Jason said softly to Dumbledore, '– will she –?'
'No,' said James softly. 'She can't – surely not –?'
He didn't seem able to complete his sentences. Dumbledore nodded gravely. James let out a horrible moan; a sound he wouldn't have thought himself capable of producing Even Jason, who didn't really know Lily, looked close to tears. James felt as though a cold hand had wrapped itself around his heart. He brain seemed unable to take it in; it was all so sudden. It seemed only minutes ago that he and Lily had been playing Gobstones, smiling and laughing. He glanced down at her again, and a prickling, burning sensation appeared in the corner of his eyes. There was a wrenched feeling in his stomach, which had contracted completely. His glasses were misty, and he could hardly see a thing,
'Sir?' he said weakly to Dumbledore, hardly able to find his voice. 'What ki –' he swallowed, '– what killed her?' He was vaguely aware of tears streaming down his cheeks. He removed his glasses, completely grief-stricken.
'That remains to be seen,' said Dumbledore heavily, wiping his eyes.
'Albus,' said an urgent voice from the door. It was Professor Turner. 'Where is she?' Dumbledore motioned to the bed. Turner approached, and began to touch Lily softly with his wand, as Dumbledore had. He sat for a few minutes in silence; his breathing coming in harsh, ragged gasps. It was familiar, somehow. Turner lifted his head after a few minutes, looking relieved.
'She's not dead, Albus,' he said calmly. Relief – warm, sweeping relief – flooded James at these words.
'Not – not, dead?' James repeated. Turner nodded, and James suddenly smiled. He found it quite difficult. 'What happened, sir?' he asked, feeling much, much happier than he had a few seconds ago. Turner left the bedside and began to pace the room slowly.
'She has been poisoned with a lethal contaminant, known as Interitus Solution, but her strong immune system has prevented death. She will be ill for some time, unless I can make an antidote.'
'How long will it take to prepare?' Dumbledore asked.
'Not long. I shall start immediately.' He nodded to Dumbledore, and swept out of the room. James let out a relieved sigh and turned to Dumbledore. Dumbledore seemed to read his thoughts, but James spoke first.
'Was it Voldemort, sir?' he asked calmly. Jason shuddered at the name.
'Most probably not,' Dumbledore replied, looking at Lily. 'There is a Death Eater nearby.' James swallowed.
'In – in the castle?'
'Possibly, although unlikely.' He sighed suddenly. 'Boys, I will leave you with Lily. I shall tell Madam Pomfrey you are allowed to stay. I must talk to Professor Turner.' He took one last look at Lily and strode out of the ward.
After Dumbledore left, Jason picked up two chairs and placed them next to Lily's bed. He sat down in one and motioned for James to do the same. He looked a little shaken.
'Jas? Are you OK?'
'Er, I think so. My head just sort of – shivered. Probably just the cold.' There were a few minutes silence as both boys sat lost in thought.
'She's a good friend of yours, isn't she?' Jason asked, after some time. James nodded.
'Yeah. Lily's not what – well, she's not what Sirius would define a "girl". She's far more interested in stealing food from the kitchens than talking about boys and makeup.'
'She will be in a few years,' said Jason, grinning. 'You can hold me to that.'
'Yes, I rather think Sirius would prefer it if she were more into boys,' James smiled. 'She's a funny person.'
'She's a pretty gorgeous person and all.' James laughed.
'Yes, that seems to be unanimous. But I just don't see Lily in that way, as much as we joke about it.'
'Yet,' said Jason simply.
'Well, I'll inform you if and when that "yet" occurs.' Jason laughed. 'I'm hungry,' James added. 'Fancy coming down to the kitchens?'
'Ooh, much obliged,' said Jason, grinning. 'But how do we get there without being seen?'
'Ahhh! That is the secret of my success. Behold!' He pulled the Invisibility Cloak out of his pocket and put it on. Jason chuckled, shaking his head.
'An Invisibility Cloak,' he murmured. 'I should've known.' James removed the Cloak and materialised.
'Coming?' he said, lifting the Cloak for Jason to get under. Jason grinned widely and got under the Cloak.
'This is weird,' he said fervently, looking into the mirror next to Lily's bed.
'Indeed,' replied James, as the two boys exited the Hospital Wing.
'I can't believe, that in two years here, I never thought to look for the kitchens,' said Jason, laughing. The two boys had visited the kitchens and were making their way back up the stone steps towards the hospital wing, talking and eating. 'How long did it take you again? A month?'
'A week,' said James, grinning. 'Sirius and I found them whilst, er, escaping from a rampaging teacher.' Jason stopped, laughing.
'That'll be a record. And how many secret passages did you say you knew?'
'Let's see … there's the one by the trophy room that brings you out next to Charms; there's one by the Great Hall that takes you to Dumbledore's office … but the best is the one that takes you to Honeydukes.'
'Honeydukes?' repeated Jason, amazed, dropping the apple he was eating. 'You know how to get to Honeydukes?'
'Yep. Nice, it is.'
'But I thought –'
'– that second years aren't allowed in Hogsmeade? No, they're not. But I wanted to have a look around. And Lily enjoyed her shopping.' He grinned, but the thought of Lily lying half-dead in the hospital wing wiped the smile off his face. 'Come on,' he muttered, 'we'd better get back.'
'Where is the secret tunnel?' Jason asked, as they resumed their pace.
'That's a trade secret,' replied James. 'Hmmm. Maybe one day Sirius and I will write a book entitled Secret passages of Hogwarts.'
'For such a clever person, or so McGonagall always tells us, you're not very well-behaved.'
'Says that, does she? No, Sirius and I are hardly the most rule-abiding of people.' Jason snorted.
'More like the least.' They both laughed as they entered the hospital wing.
When they entered, they realised that Professors Dumbledore and Turner were back. Dumbledore was muttering to Madam Pomfrey, and Turner was bending over Lily with a small glass phial in his hand. He sighed as he pulled away, and spoke clearly to Dumbledore.
'I think she'll be OK,' he said. 'She'll wake up soon, though she'll have very little energy. She will need a long rest.'
'Good,' said Dumbledore sombrely. 'Thank you, Duncan.' Turner, whom Dumbledore was obviously addressing, nodded silently and slid out of the hospital wing. Dumbledore turned to James and Jason.
'You are both welcome to stay with Lily until she comes to,' he said quietly. 'I must contact the Ministry; I have something to discuss with them. I will see you both later.' He smiled slightly, glanced back at Lily, and then made his way out of the infirmary, closing the door behind him. James pulled up a chair to sit next to Lily, but Jason hung back, clutching his head.
'What's wrong?' James asked.
'I – I don't know. It's my head. It just – shivered, again.'
'What? Do you want me to get Madam Pomfrey?'
'No, I – it's gone now, anyway. I'll be OK; I think I'll go back to the common room. I'll see you later.' He looked completely rattled.
'Jas, are you sure you're all right?'
'Yeah, I'll be fine. I see you later, OK?'
'Yeah, sure. Oh, and Jas?'
'Yes?' Jason asked, his hand on the door.
'Thanks, for helping – you know – for helping Lily.' Jason smiled and walked out through the door, leaving James alone next to an unconscious Lily.
James didn't know how long he was in the hospital wing for. His watch was back in Gryffindor Tower and he had no wish to retrieve it. Lily was still unconscious after what seemed to James like about two hours. On several occasions, her chest had hitched slightly as though she was about to wake up, but she had merely continued her straight, even breathing. James was still slightly dizzy due to the day's events, though he managed to keep his head clear. He could still see Lily's vacant green eyes when she had fallen to the floor of the Great Hall. He could still remember the ripping, wrenching sensation in his stomach when Dumbledore had proclaimed her death. He shuddered suddenly; picturing what could have happened if Lily had died. His last words to her would have been "My God, I'm hungry". This may well have sufficed for Sirius, but James felt that if he had have known he would have been able to think of something slightly more imaginative.
But there was no point in thinking like that. The fact of the matter was that Lily was alive, and that he should be relieved instead of picturing her as a corpse. He smiled again as he looked down at her face. There was no denying it; Lily was exceptionally pretty. Then again, James reminded himself, that wasn't why he liked her. James had often alluded to the fact that Lily was far more like a boy than a girl. He saw her almost as a female version of Sirius. She was kind, and a good friend, and yet she had a fiery temper, and was inclined to take out her rage on her friends just as much as on the few enemies she had.
James got up and glanced into Madam Pomfrey's office to check the clock. He had been in the hospital wing nearly three hours, and yet it didn't seem like that much. He returned to his chair, and his mind suddenly returned to Christmas lunch. Who could possibly have poisoned the pumpkin juice? Why should they want to anyway? James realised that he knew the answer to this. Voldemort. Whoever it was who had cast the spell didn't matter; it all came back to Voldemort. James suddenly felt an incredible hatred towards Voldemort and his followers. He was just about to get up when a voice interrupted him.
'Lost down Memory Lane?' Lily asked, softly. James turned and saw that her eyes were slightly open, and she was squinting at him. Because he had been lost in thought, he hadn't noticed her regain consciousness.
'Oh, Lil', thank God you're OK,' he said, hugging her. 'I was so worried.'
'Jesus! You sound like someone out of one of those cheesy Hollywood romantics,' she replied, laughing. James grinned. He knew Lily was back.
'Well, I thought it was very convincing,' he said. 'And if this is a Hollywood romantic, we have to close the curtains and indulge in certain passionate romanticisms.'
'Romanticisms, eh? That sounds like fun. Oh, but wait, I can't. It's Wednesday.'
'That is a tragedy. You know, we thought you were dead.'
'How cheerful.'
'Ah, so you didn't have a near death experience, and see the Light?' said James fervently. Lily laughed.
'No, I was having an interesting dream about you and two people I didn't recognise.'
'Oh, so you're dreaming about me now? I had no idea your infatuation was this bad.'
'Well, maybe you can tell me about your associates. One – a boy – had flaming red hair, and the other was very pretty, so I was very upset.'
'I hope you're referring to a girl.'
'Duh. She had brown hair, and you were saying something to her.'
'I'm afraid I know of no beautiful girls with brown hair. Although I can think of one with red …'
'You're too kind. What about your friend with the red hair and lots of freckles?'
'Sorry, can't say I've met him either.'
'Maybe they're future associates, 'cause you looked about sixteen.'
'Did I look very handsome?'
'Oh, naturally. You had that geeky charm that comes from the glasses and messy hair.'
'I'll take that as a "Yes James, there were girls swooning at your feet".'
'There were, but that was because you needed to change your socks.' Lily laughed as James threw a pillow at her. 'Ah, you can't hurt me. I've just survived a near-death experience.'
'Touché,' said James, laying another pillow down on the bed.
'Typical, really, for something like this to happen on Christmas.'
''Tis the season to be jolly,' replied James bitterly.
'Did Dumbledore work out who charmed the juice?'
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