Author Notes:
Second part, I hope everyone's enjoying so far. Thanks go to the people who reviewed! Oh, and as for whether or not Lily and James were the same age. The books never clarified that (at least to my knowledge) but, once more, most of the stuff in this fic won't really fit with the books ^-^ Sorry!
Summary: The majority of the students in Hogwarts segregate Lily because of her age and her talent of always being capable of doing the spells… without a wand. James, Remus, Sirius, Peter, Arabella, and Mundungus are sticking by her side. Lucius and Severus have been her tormenters (Imagine a Dudley and a Draco with Harry) No one knows that James, too, has the kind of magic Lily has. It's the coming of the summer, the end of the first year of Hogwarts.
A Magic Unborn- Part 2
By Iris Marie
Every ten generations one witch
would emerge, her powers unequal to the rest. And with her would come forth her
protector, her savior, the one who could teach her the beauty and ugliness of
the magic she has. Now here's a tale of such a witch – a witch who now has to
learn to control it, before it has the chance to control her…
"Is it fun to be a Mudblood, Mudblood?" Lucius called from his seat on the other side of the History classroom. It was fifth period, the Slytherins and Gryffindors being forced into the History classroom for a lesson.
James growled. "Leave her alone you jerk!"
"Defending your girlfriend, Potter?" Severus asked.
"At least I can get a girl without using a love potion!" James yelled back.
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape," Professor Binns yelled, rubbing his temples. "Both of you stop your yapping and turn back to the lesson. Now, can anyone…?"
The day had gone by like every other day. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter would be standing around Lily as if they were her bodyguards, which they were. Arabella would hex Lucius one way or the other while Sirius would put some awful thing in Severus's food or/and drink. Lily would be the center of the torment, her tears brimming her eyes but then leaving with a fit of giggles when Peter would put some deal of a curse to bring the two nuisances to shut up.
"Nice round up for the day, don't you all think?" James asked, bringing his cup up for a toast. Arabella smiled, bringing forth her cup and clanking his loudly.
"One big boil curse to ruin Lucius's precious face!"
"Here here!" Sirius laughed, clanking his cup on theirs. "One nice baby gnome," Sirius coughed, his smiled widening, "relieving itself in Severus's soup!"
They all made faces but then laughed. "Oh, and one nice cupid charm to make the two jerks chase each other!" Peter yelled, their laughs now exceeding everybody else in the Great Hall. All several cups clanked against the others hard, some liquid spilling.
"So, nice day Lily?" Remus asked, gulping down his drink.
She smiled around at her friends and nodded. "Very, very nice day."
It was hard to breath, the anxiety within her chest growing each time she inhaled. She doubled over on the common room couch, gasping for air that seemed to be deprived from her. The clock read it was past midnight and Lily was forced to come down to the common room before she woke up her other roommates. Shots of pain were running their way down her spine, her skin broken out into a sweat. And her whole body was glowing silver.
'No… please… not again,' she thought desperately, feeling the pain shoot through her even more. 'I can't… please… no…' Silver light was glowing everywhere, her eyes unable to open to the intensity. A fierce roaring had overcome her senses, the roaring of some unattainable flame flooding her eardrums and ruining her sense of concentration.
"Lily…?" she heard a very faint voice murmur, but the roaring was growing in intensity and she groaned in pain as the magic she had tried to control for the past year was releasing itself from her grip.
"Stop! Stop please!" she screamed, her muscles straining at the magic that was flooding throughout her veins.
"Lily…!" she heard again, the voice louder… closer.
She tried to open her eyes to see the bearer of the voice, but as she tried the pain inside just intensified. She gave out an anguish cry before something like jets of warmth surrounded her. The silver light that had made its way behind her eyelids was being mixed with something golden, it's own light mashing and mixing with hers. Someone's hands were on her shoulders, the warmth originating from there. The pain that was engulfing her was disappearing and upon opening her eyes, she saw James.
James was glowing golden, his hands still on her shoulders, his magic flowing into her. The room was vibrating with swirls of gold and silver and Lily could distantly see someone standing in front of the portrait door.
"Are you all right?" James asked, his voice still seeming distant despite his closeness. "Lily… are you all right?"
She stared up at him, his face getting oddly blurry. She tried to nod her head, but that caused a wave of nausea and dizziness to engulf her. Giving a feeble squeak, she fell into his embrace.
"Lily!" James yelled, watching as her eyes closed and her body collapsed into his. "Lily!"
"She's tired, James," a voice by the portrait door said.
He looked up and saw Dumbledore. "Headmaster Dumbledore!" he cried out, glancing back towards Lily who still looked rather unconscious in his arms. "Lily… she was… then she…"
"Yes,
James, I saw," Dumbledore replied, his eyes twinkling at the silver and golden
light that was swirling about the room and it's objects. He couldn't stop of
the smirk that came to his lips. "Quite impressive on the way you controlled
your magic, James."
"I… well… I have been
practicing," James said sheepishly, his head bowed. He stared back towards the
girl who lay unconscious in his arms and he looked back towards Dumbledore.
"Should I go get Madame Pomfrey?"
"No, no… it's late. Lily will wake up perfectly fine for tomorrow."
James nodded, still unsure on what to do. Dumbledore then came towards him, leaning down and grabbing one of Lily's arms to support her. "You wouldn't mind helping me bring her back to her bed, do you, James?" Dumbledore asked.
James shook his head. "Not at all, Headmaster."
Lily was
tucked in bed and James and Dumbledore stood in front of each other in the
common room. Dumbledore had his pipe out and he was inhaling and exhaling the
smoke. "What forced you to come down to Lily at," he glanced at his watch, "one
in the morning?"
"I just… woke up," James
replied, scratching his head. "I don't know… I just had this urge to run
downstairs."
Dumbledore nodded. "And what made you do what you did when you saw Lily glowing silver?"
"It happened to me once, when I was her age," James said, his face reddening. "I knew how dangerous it could be…"
"Ah yes, I remember now," Dumbledore said while nodding. "Destroyed half your father's land."
"I didn't mean…"
"James," Dumbledore said rather abruptly. James looked up. "You know how dangerous Lily's magic is. You also understand how… she cannot control it very well."
"Yes,
Headmaster."
"Which is why I must ask you
to teach her."
"Teach-?"
"Guide her through the process," said Dumbledore. "I will have a talk with your father concerning her stay in your residence."
"Wha-?"
"Now, good night, Mr. Potter,"
Dumbledore said, grinning. "Try to get some sleep and rest." He then walked out
of the common room.
One moment she felt her knees buckle and her head swim, the next she was opening her eyes to the morning sun. Lily stared lazily about the room she was in, seeing herself tucked firmly in the sheets. She frowned, wondering if James and the whole escapade was a dream. As she tried to sit up, her question was answered - her whole body was aching. From her toes to the tips of her hair, she felt every muscle within strain and groan as she sat up and tossed her legs over the side of the bed.
The room was deserted, her fellow classmates gone with their beds fixed neatly. Lily glanced towards the clock and when her eyes caught the time she shrieked. Despite her sore body and stiff legs, she forced herself up and ran to the bathroom to get washed.
In about 10 minutes, she was half falling and half running down the staircase. "You finally get up," a voice by the couch said. She glanced up from tying her robes and saw James standing casually against the fireplace hearth.
"Why aren't you in class?" Lily asked, glancing back towards the clock. She was reading it right, wasn't she?
"Well… since I couldn't go to the girls dormitories," James said, his cheeks reddening at the thought, "and since I was wondering if you were really fine after… last night, I just sat here and waited."
"Since when?"
"Breakfast."
Lily blushed for a reason she
could not explain and tugged at her backpack. "We should get to class, you
know."
"Are you fine, though?" James asked, walking in front of her and assessing her with his gaze. He frowned and looked back towards her face. "Gees, did you get any sleep at all?"
"I look that bad?"
James opened his mouth to answer, but then chose to say nothing at all. "Get back to bed and rest. I'll tell Professor Binns that you're tired." Lily opened her mouth to protest, but James already turned around and had both his fingers jammed into his ears. "Go ON Lily… I can't hear you!" he yelled while humming his way to the portrait door.
Lily laughed and turned back towards the stairs. She didn't feel like arguing anyways.
"Have a good summer, all of you!" Dumbledore cried out. It was the last day of school and everyone was brimming with happiness.
"Oh I can't wait!" Arabella said happily. Her smile was wiped off when her eyes swept Lily's forlorn face. "Hey, Lil, what's the matter?"
Lily looked up at all their concerned faces and shrugged. "Nothing, really," she said as casually as she could while her mind played that scene of her father's fists slamming the kitchen table. She fidgeted, her mind now replaying her mother's shaking shoulders and heartbreaking sobs. Her eyes prickled. Upon seeing all her friend's concerned stares deepen, she sighed and tried once more to reassure them. "Really… nothing is the matter."
James wondered whether now was the time he was to tell her that she was going to spend the vacation over his house. Then again, she might not. Dumbledore and his father had been feuding for the past month now on whether Lily could stay over the summer or not. His father didn't want a Mudblood on his property and that got Dumbledore furious.
"Maybe we could all go to James's house," Sirius said. All of them, other then Lily, made faces. "Maybe this time we'll get chased out of the grand estate with dragons."
James laughed, remembering the last time they had tried to visit him. His father set out a hound of three headed dogs on his friends. "My father isn't very… err… sociable."
"Don't know
how he got you as his son," Mundungus said sincerely. "The Potter's actually
conceiving a decent descendent who isn't a stuck up, evil prat. I'm still in shock."
"Oh shut up," James said about
to throw a pea at him. But he paused when he saw Dumbledore walking towards
their table.
When he was by then he smiled at them all. "James… Lily," Dumbledore said, gesturing for the two to follow them.
"What did you two do now?" Arabella asked.
They all shrugged as Lily and James followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall. He continued to lead them down hallways till they stood in front of a gargoyle. "Lemon Drops," he muttered and the statue jumped away. Lily stared at it in curiosity as James simply walked by it as if it were normal.
Lily was amazed at everything. From that gargoyle that jumped to the spiraling staircase, she was capable of getting even more amazed when she saw a fiery bird and a tall man standing in the middle of the room. A man that looked a lot like James. Lily glanced towards him and saw that his face was pale and he looked like he had just stepped over a grave.
"Lily, this is Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said. "James's father."
The tall man walked forward, his stride confident and powerful. He was dressed in silk robes, his dark hair slicked smoothly back. "You're the one?" he asked incredulously. "She's so small."
Lily saw Dumbledore's mouth twitch in annoyance. "Yes, but she's only eight. Now, I have already asked James…"
"You're from a Muggle family?" Mr. Potter asked instead, watching Lily carefully.
"My mother was a witch."
"Really? What family?"
"The Maggyns," Dumbledore replied smoothly. Mr. Potter's brows rose. He stared back towards Lily, surveying her more closely.
"Oh, so
your mother was the one who disgraced her family by marrying a Muggle?" James
was biting his lower lip furiously and Dumbledore seemed to be getting more
annoyed. "Quite impressive lineage anyway. Might be the reason why you might
have the gift." He then paused, staring impassively towards James. "Hey you…
yeah, you," Mr. Potter said irritably when James showed confusion. "You think
you can teach her?"
James wanted to shrug and say,
"I don't know," but he knew that he'd just get a long lecture if he did. "Most
likely, sir," he replied. Mr. Potter shrugged.
"If it will get you off my back, Dumbledore, fine," Mr. Potter said. Dumbledore nodded.
"Fine for what?" Lily asked.
"For your staying at the Potter's over the vacation."
To be continued…
Uhh… next part will have Lily over James's house, okay? Like? Dislike? Please review! Thanks!
