Lily woke, and, with some hopes of winning James back, dressed and bettered her appearance as much as she could. She walked down the stairs, and found James in the common room. "James?" she said, hoping he would return her greeting. "James, can we talk? Please?" she asked, as she neared him.
"There's nothing to say, Evans. Leave me alone." James responded harshly, then stalked off with a random blonde.
The next two weeks proceeded very much the same. Lily would continue to try and corner James, to get him to talk, and James would brush her off. The last time, being the most recent, he had called her a horrible name. "Get lost, mudblood!" he had said, and broke her heart once again. Lily walked slowly out to the Quidditch pitch, muttering to herself the entire way. "He doesn't trust me, he doesn't love me. He says I'm a mudblood…he hates me. Being without him is a fate worse than death! Well…I can't take it anymore…my broken heart will never be mended."
Lily strode out to the middle of the pitch, and, having taken out her wand, began reciting ancient spells. Her body glowed an emerald green, and she was slowly lifted of the ground. She returned her wand to her pocket, and her body went limp. Her head remained held high, though her eyes were closed. She had brought upon her self, the Curse of Heartbreak.
Meanwhile Emily and Remus were walking down a third floor corridor, when Emily looked out the window, towards the Quidditch pitch. "Oh my god! Remus! It's Lily!" She said, and Remus looked curiously out the window. "Oh no…we have to get Dumbledore!"
The pair rushed down the corridor to the Gargoyle statue that they had visited enough times to know it led to Dumbledore's office. "Er, Lemon Drops! Fizzing Whisbees! Drooble's best Blowing Gum! Er, ACID POPS!" At this the statue sprang to life and stepped aside. "Er, really? Acid pops? I was kidding…" he said, and walked through the opening. "DUMBLEDORE!" Emily yelled, as they entered his office. "Lily! Quidditch pitch!" she said incoherently. Dumbledore looked out his window, towards the pitch. He nodded sadly then turned to Emily and Remus.
"Sit down. Lily has performed the Curse of Heartbreak. Apparently she found her current position in life unbearable. She'll remain there for all eternity…unless the reason for her heartbreak professes their love for her. It cannot be a mere statement, they have to be sincere. We don't have much time…the swords will be arriving soon." Dumbledore said sadly, gazing out the window that faced west.
"The s-s-swords?" Remus choked out, he was already in shock, and this didn't sound good.
"Yes…the Swords of the West. As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, so shall a love rise in the east and set in the west. They will come, and they will hurt her. They will pierce her body…and she might never be free. Go…tell this to him…James has to know."
"How did you know it was…James?"
"Who else could it be?"
The pair rushed from the office and repeated what Albus Dumbledore had told them, word for word, to James. His response was startling, cold and cruel. "What has this got to do with me? Go find her true love, I was just an amusement." James said icily.
"You prat! You think she spent all this time trying to reunite with her 'amusement'?! She loves you, you idiotic git! You broke her heart and I swear to God, James Harry Potter, I will kill you with my bare hands if you let the swords come!" Emily said savagely, causing Remus to wrap his arms around her waist to keep her from attacking James.
James looked into Emily's wild eyes. "Lucius Malfoy. My Lily. How do you think that felt?"
"Well, how do YOU think LILY felt when her boyfriend, the guy she's in LOVE with, didn't come to her rescue, but ran away! She was pushing him away, you prat! If she is hurt at all by this…Potter…I'll join the Dark Lord and I'm coming after YOU!" Emily burst, and grabbed James' hand, successfully dragging him out to the quidditch pitch.
James didn't struggle as the wild-eyed girl dragged him out to the pitch, which was now glistening with rain. He looked up at Lily, she was soaked, and her hair fell over her face, masking her from complete sight. He wanted, nay NEEDED, to take her into his arms, to make this hurt go away, to shield her from pain. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, knowing that Lily and Lucius had kissed. -You git, it wasn't as if she WANTED to! You love her, numbskull! Save her! You can! How will you feel if the swords come?- James scolded himself.
James simply walked away, turning the cold shoulder on his life, his love, and his friends.
Remus and Emily stared in disbelief after their friend. "Did that just happen?" Remus asked Emily, quietly.
"Yeah, I think so. I can't believe he could do this to Lily, maybe he didn't love her…maybe we were wrong about him." Emily replied, seeing red that James was in essence killing one of her two best friends.
James walked down the corridor, towards the Great Hall for dinner, all the while questioning his decision to walk away. -Just go back, Potter, just go back and save her…she could be hurt, Your Lily would be hurt, all because you wouldn't NOT COULDN'T, but WOULDN'T save her.-
-She hurt me too.-
-So you'll let her be pierced by those swords, suffer all eternity there, simply because you saw her being kissed by some guy that she was trying to push away?-
-Er…why am I talking to myself anyway?-
-Because you won't listen to anyone else-
-Right-
-So…what are you going to do?-
-Eat-
-I can't believe me!-
James sat down, in a secluded spot at the table, he silently ate some potatoes and meat and tried to silence his conscience. Needless to say, this was impossible. He hated himself for leaving his darling Lily out there, vulnerable and waiting for eternal torture…but he couldn't remove the image of Lily and Malfoy from his mind. He looked up, having heard Malfoy's voice carried over from the next table.
"Yeah! So I go up to her, and I kissed her right there, in front of everyone. And, get this, Potter comes back, thinks that she's kissing ME and stalks off! And I got ten galleons off of it to boot!"
"Did you hear? She put this curse on herself on the pitch, because Potter still hates her! It's a hoot!" Goyle (Greg'g father) laughed.
James' eyes widened, Lily had been telling him the truth, she still loved him, and he condemned her to a fate worse than death. James stood up quickly, his chair flying out behind him, and dashed towards the door. Dumbledore smiled warily, hoping the boy was not too late.
He ran as fast as he could, much too slowly in his opinion, and let out a cry of fear as he saw black swords coming from the west. "Lily!" he called, standing before the girl that he loved. "Lily, I love you! I'm sorry, Lily, just please, please come back!"
James grew frantic as her condition didn't change. Tears began streaming down his face as he continued to plead with her. "Lily, oh God, Lily! Please, I love you!"
The swords were close now, too close, too too close. James held out his wand and called, "Accio Broomstick!" And the wooden tool came to him. He flew into the air, to protect Lily from the swords. One black sword pierced her body, down her right shoulder. "No!" he yelled, and covered her body with his own. Sword after sword cut him, plunging into his body and calling forth the pain of a million broken hearts, but none of that mattered now. All that mattered was that he save her, protect from this hell he had forced her in to. All at once a green light flashed, and Lily fell in to his arms. The swords disappeared, but the wounds remained. "Lily, oh god, Lily!" he whimpered, rocking her back and forth from his position on the ground. His tears fell on to her angelic face, and her eyes remained closed. James was soon unconscious, his love still in his arms.
James' eyes fluttered open to see Emily glaring down at him. "She was hurt. You let them hurt her!" she shut her eyes tightly and Remus put an arm around her shoulders, and she relaxed. "But, you took the majority of the blows for her…so I guess I have no reason to haunt you when I die…" she chuckled.
James laughed weakly and said, "Gee, thanks a million Em."
A/N Sorry for the long wait and the shortish chapter! I was in the hospital for a loooooooooooong time, and I couldn't get to a computer obviously.
Liza What is your problem? If you don't like how I do things, don't read my work. When you spouted off in that review, you were just proving why you shouldn't say things if you don't know the full story surrounding them, I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL!
Thank you all of my LOYAL and WONDERFUL reviewers! I'll try and get chapters out faster now that I'm out of the hospital, they may be shorter, though!
"There's nothing to say, Evans. Leave me alone." James responded harshly, then stalked off with a random blonde.
The next two weeks proceeded very much the same. Lily would continue to try and corner James, to get him to talk, and James would brush her off. The last time, being the most recent, he had called her a horrible name. "Get lost, mudblood!" he had said, and broke her heart once again. Lily walked slowly out to the Quidditch pitch, muttering to herself the entire way. "He doesn't trust me, he doesn't love me. He says I'm a mudblood…he hates me. Being without him is a fate worse than death! Well…I can't take it anymore…my broken heart will never be mended."
Lily strode out to the middle of the pitch, and, having taken out her wand, began reciting ancient spells. Her body glowed an emerald green, and she was slowly lifted of the ground. She returned her wand to her pocket, and her body went limp. Her head remained held high, though her eyes were closed. She had brought upon her self, the Curse of Heartbreak.
Meanwhile Emily and Remus were walking down a third floor corridor, when Emily looked out the window, towards the Quidditch pitch. "Oh my god! Remus! It's Lily!" She said, and Remus looked curiously out the window. "Oh no…we have to get Dumbledore!"
The pair rushed down the corridor to the Gargoyle statue that they had visited enough times to know it led to Dumbledore's office. "Er, Lemon Drops! Fizzing Whisbees! Drooble's best Blowing Gum! Er, ACID POPS!" At this the statue sprang to life and stepped aside. "Er, really? Acid pops? I was kidding…" he said, and walked through the opening. "DUMBLEDORE!" Emily yelled, as they entered his office. "Lily! Quidditch pitch!" she said incoherently. Dumbledore looked out his window, towards the pitch. He nodded sadly then turned to Emily and Remus.
"Sit down. Lily has performed the Curse of Heartbreak. Apparently she found her current position in life unbearable. She'll remain there for all eternity…unless the reason for her heartbreak professes their love for her. It cannot be a mere statement, they have to be sincere. We don't have much time…the swords will be arriving soon." Dumbledore said sadly, gazing out the window that faced west.
"The s-s-swords?" Remus choked out, he was already in shock, and this didn't sound good.
"Yes…the Swords of the West. As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, so shall a love rise in the east and set in the west. They will come, and they will hurt her. They will pierce her body…and she might never be free. Go…tell this to him…James has to know."
"How did you know it was…James?"
"Who else could it be?"
The pair rushed from the office and repeated what Albus Dumbledore had told them, word for word, to James. His response was startling, cold and cruel. "What has this got to do with me? Go find her true love, I was just an amusement." James said icily.
"You prat! You think she spent all this time trying to reunite with her 'amusement'?! She loves you, you idiotic git! You broke her heart and I swear to God, James Harry Potter, I will kill you with my bare hands if you let the swords come!" Emily said savagely, causing Remus to wrap his arms around her waist to keep her from attacking James.
James looked into Emily's wild eyes. "Lucius Malfoy. My Lily. How do you think that felt?"
"Well, how do YOU think LILY felt when her boyfriend, the guy she's in LOVE with, didn't come to her rescue, but ran away! She was pushing him away, you prat! If she is hurt at all by this…Potter…I'll join the Dark Lord and I'm coming after YOU!" Emily burst, and grabbed James' hand, successfully dragging him out to the quidditch pitch.
James didn't struggle as the wild-eyed girl dragged him out to the pitch, which was now glistening with rain. He looked up at Lily, she was soaked, and her hair fell over her face, masking her from complete sight. He wanted, nay NEEDED, to take her into his arms, to make this hurt go away, to shield her from pain. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, knowing that Lily and Lucius had kissed. -You git, it wasn't as if she WANTED to! You love her, numbskull! Save her! You can! How will you feel if the swords come?- James scolded himself.
James simply walked away, turning the cold shoulder on his life, his love, and his friends.
Remus and Emily stared in disbelief after their friend. "Did that just happen?" Remus asked Emily, quietly.
"Yeah, I think so. I can't believe he could do this to Lily, maybe he didn't love her…maybe we were wrong about him." Emily replied, seeing red that James was in essence killing one of her two best friends.
James walked down the corridor, towards the Great Hall for dinner, all the while questioning his decision to walk away. -Just go back, Potter, just go back and save her…she could be hurt, Your Lily would be hurt, all because you wouldn't NOT COULDN'T, but WOULDN'T save her.-
-She hurt me too.-
-So you'll let her be pierced by those swords, suffer all eternity there, simply because you saw her being kissed by some guy that she was trying to push away?-
-Er…why am I talking to myself anyway?-
-Because you won't listen to anyone else-
-Right-
-So…what are you going to do?-
-Eat-
-I can't believe me!-
James sat down, in a secluded spot at the table, he silently ate some potatoes and meat and tried to silence his conscience. Needless to say, this was impossible. He hated himself for leaving his darling Lily out there, vulnerable and waiting for eternal torture…but he couldn't remove the image of Lily and Malfoy from his mind. He looked up, having heard Malfoy's voice carried over from the next table.
"Yeah! So I go up to her, and I kissed her right there, in front of everyone. And, get this, Potter comes back, thinks that she's kissing ME and stalks off! And I got ten galleons off of it to boot!"
"Did you hear? She put this curse on herself on the pitch, because Potter still hates her! It's a hoot!" Goyle (Greg'g father) laughed.
James' eyes widened, Lily had been telling him the truth, she still loved him, and he condemned her to a fate worse than death. James stood up quickly, his chair flying out behind him, and dashed towards the door. Dumbledore smiled warily, hoping the boy was not too late.
He ran as fast as he could, much too slowly in his opinion, and let out a cry of fear as he saw black swords coming from the west. "Lily!" he called, standing before the girl that he loved. "Lily, I love you! I'm sorry, Lily, just please, please come back!"
James grew frantic as her condition didn't change. Tears began streaming down his face as he continued to plead with her. "Lily, oh God, Lily! Please, I love you!"
The swords were close now, too close, too too close. James held out his wand and called, "Accio Broomstick!" And the wooden tool came to him. He flew into the air, to protect Lily from the swords. One black sword pierced her body, down her right shoulder. "No!" he yelled, and covered her body with his own. Sword after sword cut him, plunging into his body and calling forth the pain of a million broken hearts, but none of that mattered now. All that mattered was that he save her, protect from this hell he had forced her in to. All at once a green light flashed, and Lily fell in to his arms. The swords disappeared, but the wounds remained. "Lily, oh god, Lily!" he whimpered, rocking her back and forth from his position on the ground. His tears fell on to her angelic face, and her eyes remained closed. James was soon unconscious, his love still in his arms.
James' eyes fluttered open to see Emily glaring down at him. "She was hurt. You let them hurt her!" she shut her eyes tightly and Remus put an arm around her shoulders, and she relaxed. "But, you took the majority of the blows for her…so I guess I have no reason to haunt you when I die…" she chuckled.
James laughed weakly and said, "Gee, thanks a million Em."
A/N Sorry for the long wait and the shortish chapter! I was in the hospital for a loooooooooooong time, and I couldn't get to a computer obviously.
Liza What is your problem? If you don't like how I do things, don't read my work. When you spouted off in that review, you were just proving why you shouldn't say things if you don't know the full story surrounding them, I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL!
Thank you all of my LOYAL and WONDERFUL reviewers! I'll try and get chapters out faster now that I'm out of the hospital, they may be shorter, though!