Disclaimer: The little tid-bit of a song is
Sirius's creating, and that's all that's different.
Sirius sat in
his chair, bouncing a ball against the bricks above the fireplace. His best
friend number one was a moron and his best friend number two was a sappy freak
of a chick. Okay, so he was being a bit harsh. After all, both of his friends
seemed extremely hard to get over, romantically. And it was midnight. Of
course, he couldn't sleep in his dormitory with the moron, so he came down to
the Common Room, sitting in a chair directly facing the fireplace. He heard a
stirring and his head snapped toward the direction of the sound.
"God, Lily, you
look like an angel." Sirius murmured as she stepped into the light. She was
wearing those silk pajamas she had on James's first day back two years ago.
"Thank you." Lily whispered meekly. Her hair
was spread onto her shoulders and with the dim light of the fire, Sirius's
words were not lies. "I'm ready to talk now."
"And I'm ready
to listen." Sirius replied. "Sit, Lils."
Lily walked
over to a sofa, sitting down and scooping up her feet.
"Everyone that
I love dies, Sirius. Or suffers a horrible, horrible fate."
"If you're
talking about Remus, he was like that before you even-."
Lily put up her
hand. "You said you would listen. Talking was not part of the deal. Everyone I
love dies or suffers a horrible, horrible fate. And it makes me unable to love.
Or unable to be loved." She was slow in
speaking her words, but the message was stringing together.
"It
is as if- As if, I don't know. I suppose James has the same ability to block
people off as I do, and he is unable to feel, but it gives me no comfort." Lily
wiped away a tear delicately.
"Now, see here,
Lily. James is not unable to love! He can feel just as much as you do." Sirius
told her sternly.
"All right,
I'll give you that one. But, Sirius, I make no promises. I cannot love. I
cannot feel. I am very alone, and that I will remain. Please tell your friend I
am sorry. But Sirius, you are the only male I will ever love, and it is only
because you are the only family I've ever had." Lily got up softly, kissed his
cheek, and went to bed.
"Damn." Sirius
muttered loudly.
Laughter, the
laughter. Her laughter. It all floated through the corridors, and James and his
huge entourage seemed to follow it only because it was near their next class.
James brushed shoulders with somebody and he looked at the person to apologize.
Lily locked eyes with him for a moment.
The noise and
chatter stopped. The two headstrong Gryffindors just gazed intensely at each
other for what seemed like hours, to both them and the people around them.
'He can't possibly understand- Ever.'
'She'll never know, will she?'
"Sorry." He muttered.
"Yeah, sorry."
Lily replied, and the both of them went on their way.
James overheard
a bit of her conversation as the silence slowly stopped.
"He's not over
you, yet, is he, Lily?"
"I wouldn't
know, Ro. James is someone who keeps his feelings to himself. That's something
I learned the hard way."
"What about
you, Lily? Over him yet?" And then suddenly laughter, the laughter, her
laughter began floating through the corridors like something so infectious that
he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
"He met
Marmalade, down in old Moulin Rouge--." Lily sang at the top of her lungs,
singing the Patti LaBelle hit with the full force of fun. Her Hufflepuff
friends joined in, and in no time, they were on the top of the tables in the
library, singing at the top of their voices. Lily was goofing off,
remembering part of a routine to 'Night Fever' that Arabella had choreographed
for her, and everyone was laughing. Oddly enough, Madam Pince didn't show up
once.
The Gryffindors
boys had a free period, and for once, they wanted to spend it in the library.
They followed noise. And they were very surprised to see that Lily Evans and
her friends were dancing on tables to some music coming from nowhere.
Especially since it was Lily Evans. James's jaw dropped. Over him? Well, that question
seemed answered.
"There's this
totally jamming concert at the Three Broomsticks. Top secret, though." Lily
whispered to her friends as they snuck away, giggling. "Guess who it is?"
"Who?" Bertha
Jorkins asked excitedly.
"A band called
'King'." Lily whispered. "I've got friends in the band."
"You're so
cool, Lily!" They chorused. Lily tried to keep from giggling.
"I did not know
they could sing." Coco shouted to Clarisse. "Look who's here."
They all looked
to see Lily walk through door, already becoming the club's queen just by
walking. She was wearing a very boyish outfit, considering her normal style.
But it was form-fitting, sparkly and she rocked it.
"Hi, Coco!" She
chirped over the music. "I love this song."
You are like the wind
You don't sit still
And then you tell me
You don't feel
Anything
Anything at all
Then what is with you?
What is with you'
"The album's
called, 'Seymour, I Thought That Evil Witch Had Killed You', and it's flying
into stores January 26th." Sirius said into the microphone. "As for us, we've
got a special friend singing a special song."
Lily froze. And
immediately started shaking her head madly. "No, Sirius, no!" Lily said,
stomping her foot.
"Come on, Lily
darlingest." Munguldus muttered, beginning the first notes of 'Fernando'.
"Can you hear
the drums, Fernando?" Lily whispered, taking a beat before she got on stage.
"There was something in the air that night, the
stars were bright, they were shining there for you and me, Fernando. They were
shining there for you and me, for liberty, Fernando. Though we never thought
that we could lose, there's no regrets, if I had to do the same again, I would,
my friend, Fernando." Lily crooned in her strong, beautiful, but untrained voice. The boys of
King couldn't help but laugh. Munguldus was on the keys, James was on bass,
Sirius was on guitar, and Remus was on the drums.
Lily couldn't
help but laugh. The entire bar was singing along, too. Her eyes lit up and she
smiled without pain, without hurt, and it was the first time in many months
that she felt completely and utterly genuine.