Calling of the Wind
"When?" she asked him, in her soft voice.
He had been dying to hear her creamy voice for a long
time. They were on an arch bridge, in the middle of deep fog. He had his hands
in hers. He took them out of hers and laid them on the bridge, looking over the
side.
"I ... am not sure when, but don't tell anyone I've gone,"
he replied in his seductive voice.
She had been dying to hear his voice, but not saying this.
He turned and ruffled his hand through her soft, auburn hair. The curls, for
some reason, disappeared.
"Why are you going? I've waited so long for you," she
muttered.
She leant over the bridge.
"No matter what," he said, "I'll always be your James."
"And I'll always be your Lily," she replied.
They hugged and kissed.
James ran away and shouted, "Listen to the calling of the
wind! That is when I will c-"
Lily waved and started to cry. We have so much in common,
she thought. Both top of the class (every year), both polite to the teachers,
both trouble makers, both prefects, both Head Girl and Boy of the school then,
both living next door to each other.
Lily hugged herself for warmth and ran toward her house,
raindrops falling on her lovely mint green gown.
"LILY!" yelled a voice from inside.
"Oh!" she muttered to herself. "Yes?"
It was her mother, Tabitha.
"Help me set the table, dear, and do change that horrible
dress of yours. The Potters are coming to dinner and you want James to see you
look your best, right?"
Lily gulped. What should she do? She couldn't tell her mum
that James had fled, that would be betraying him.
"Uh, mum," Lily stuttered uneasily, "James stayed at
Hogwarts to chat to Professor Dumbledore ... should I go next door and inform
Mr and Mrs Potter?"
There was no reply, which made Lily a tad more nervous,
but she left the house anyway.
"Hello, Lily, dear," said Mrs Potter as soon as Lily
entered the house. "Have you, by ay chance, seen James?"
"Er," Lily stuttered again. "I think he's talking to
Professor Dumbledore about a scholarship."
"Has James got a scholarship?" asked Mr Potter fervently.
She half nodded (he probably would have got one, Lily
thought.)
"Are you still coming for dinner?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"I'll be going. See you soon."
Lily rushed back into her house, cursing James' name. Why
is he making me lie? she thought. I've never been good at making things up.
* *
* * *
Two months later, Lily received a letter from James:
Dearest
Lily,
Here I am, at the office desk, writing to you. I've missed
you so much and am cursing my decision to ever leave you in the first place.
Work is good here; it has taken my mind of the sorrows at home. Oh, I haven't
even told you my occupation; I'm the Head Auror of the Department of Mysteries
and Strange Happenings! You must be really proud. We are currently working at
the hardest case ever; the Dark Lord. You must have heard of him by now. He
tortures people with the Cruciatus Curse ... perhaps I shouldn't go into the
gory details! You can keep the owl I'm delivering this with ... I bought him
just for you. His name is Coco. Well I have to go now. And, remember ... the
Calling of the Wind.
~James
Lily fondled the cute minute owl behind his ear and put
him along side Saffron, her own tawny one. She re-read James' letter over and
over again, tears welling in her eyes. But, at least I could always seek
comfort in the Calling of the Wind.
The End.
