A/N: I know, I know, I'm really stupid and weird, and all that. You see, I deleted my fics from FF.N when I heard what did they do to Cassie Claire, but after a mature reflection I decided that my actions were completely stupid. So, here I am again, asking you nice people to review my fics. As I'm planning to continue this fic, it'll be the only one I re-post. Oh, peoples who reviewed the first two chapters of this story: thank you very much, I'm really grateful for your encouraging words. So, here it goes!!!
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The first day of April sun appeared on the sky with faultless punctuality, shimmering like a ball of golden smoke. The air smelled of freshness, and the wind played with tree twigs, which clammy burgeons positively reacted to the light and warmth, instantly buldging, showing bits of pink petals through its new leaves. The grass started to make itself visible through the thick layers of mud that were just before the castle. The wild cherry tree blossomed that night, and was now proudly showing its beauty to the entire universe.
The warm wind blew through Lily's light nightgown. She felt warmth on the tip of her nose, on her forehead, cheeks and lips and understood what all these poets had on their minds while writing about "the kisses of the sun". It was that. She felt as life fled through her in warm, fizzy waves, and the spring vibrating in the air penetrating into her skin and reaching every single celule, leaving there a gleeful message. If she had wings, nothing could have stopped her from flying to that podgy white cloud with a golden edge, which looked like a lamb trying to run away from the sun.
"What a beautiful day..." Liza's sleepy soprano said behind her back. She rested her chin on her friend's shoulder, wrapped her armes around her waist, and stared at the sky, assisting at the little cloud's escape.
"I feel like an angel or another feathery thing..." announced Lily. "Hold me, or I'll fly into the space."
"What time is it?" Liza's sober remark pulled Lily out of her poetic mood.
"Few minutes past seven. You know what, something makes me believe that I'll get through my N.E.W.T.'s" said the red-haired girl. She felt with the whole surface of her back that her friend was shaking with laughter.
"It would be truly marvelous and really, really weird." answered Liz when she finished with laughing into Lily's back "I don't really remember when was the last time I saw you, Lily Evans, with a book in your hand."
"You're not looking carefully enough."
"Charms, Potions, Transfiguraton, Arithmancy...It's the last one I'm scared about. Why the heck did you choose Arithmancy as your supplementary subject?"
"You know that when they told me to choose, I wanted to be a Charm Braker, in Egypt perhaps. Everyone in our class told me that this job doesn't have any future, and that I should go for diplomacy or find something at the Ministry of Magic. So I decided to take a job a the ministry. And you should beter know Arithmancy to get a job there." after saying these words Lily made a painful grimace and added "Congratulations, Liz. You just succeeded to in spoiling my good mood."
"You're still determined to work at the Ministry?" continued Liza. "Everyone is going there, there will be crowds! And, in fact, why exactly did you listen to the others? I mean, you never liked anyone to stuck his nose in your buisness."
Lily herself wondered about it even too often. She angrily untagled her friend's arms from around her waist and rushed to her bed, instantly forgetting about the lamb-like cloud that started to disappear behind the edge of the Forbidden Fores.
"Leave me alone, all of you! Do I really need to know, now, exactly in this moment, what I want to do with my life?! I don't know!!! I've got no idea." here she dug her head in the pillow, and muttered into the soft material "Maybe I'll be an Auror, maybe I'll work in a store, maybe I'll be a barmaid in Hogsmeade! Everyone can be a worthy man, it doesn't depend on what he's doing in his life!"
"I'm not so sure..." started Liza, but her friend wasn't listening to her any more. She stook her finger's in her ears and hummed loudly.
"Lily" she started, approaching her friend's bed, tall and slender, with a bunch of bushy black hair on the top of her navy-blue pajamas. She sat at the edge of Lily's bed and caught her by the elbow. -Listen, I...have to tell you something, erm...In one word I noticed that you're in some sort of difficult phase.
Lily promptly peeked out of her cover. They met their eyes. Green eyes, brown eyes. The eyes of a friend known for ever.
But the seventh year Gryffindor suddenly had the impression of looking in the eyes of someone very distant, as if that person was on the other side of a deep gulf. I didn't mean that Liza wouldn't understand if Lily decided to talk. The problem was that she didn't want to talk to anyone about how she felt. To no one, except one single person. This person would surely understand her. Yet, he was the one she absolutely couldn't confide to, because, for some unknown reason, she feared him with all her might.
This person was James.
Different James. Changed. Not the one she knew from the playground, but almost an ennemy, someone full of secrets and concealed threats, who exterted a mysterious influence on her. Someone so dangerous that she prefered not to even think about him - and yet someone she thought about all the time. She felt that she could open her soul before this man, but there wasn't anything in the world that she feared to do more then that. If she would open herself in the slightest - James would devour her with one single snap of his teeth, with her shoes and her hat, like the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood.
All of this was absurd and childish, yet frightening, like a fairy tale read from the end to the beginning. It wasn't a monster that changed into a young man. On the contrary, a friend from her childhood - a bit crazy, a bit eccentric, but kind - became a mysterious monster who menaced all her existance, all her beliefs and all that she was standing for.
How was it possible? -she mused- He menaces, and even doesn't know about it. He lives, playes Quidditch, kisses girls, studies, playes pranks...- and doesn't even know that he represents a mortal danger for someone.
Why exactly was he dangerous? She didn't know.
She's prefer not to think about it.
But it was too late now. Liza said it. She said: "You're in a difficult phase" - and it happened. The curtains were lifted, the lights were on, and, as if by magic, what was said became true: She was in a difficult phase. Still ten minutes ago she stood in the window, enjoying life - but now she realised that it was all a lie. Truly speaking, she was in a difficult phase and had problems, and everything was falling down: her thoughts, her sens of good and wrong and any distinction.
-I'm scared about you -seriously said Liza. Lily was so horrified that she clasped her hand on her friend's mouth, and did it so tightly that she could feel her Liza's teeth on her finger's.
"Be quiet!" the auburn-haired girl shouted.
So then Liza held her tongue and - even though Lily took her hand away - sat there, scared, with eyes even wider then usual.
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A/N: So, how didja like it? Hope you did. One more thing:
I'm making a fanfic challenge for a Sirius/Hermione romance fic. For the moment I got only one entry, and I hope there will be more people who will enter. It's closing on 17th July.
Review, if you feel like. If you don't feel like, then review. It's up to you!
*grin*