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**A/N** Toodle-loo? Where the hell was my brain?? O well. I guess I still had parts of it to belch out that short yet interesting (in my terms) Chappii.hmmmmm.I marvel at the brilliance of my brain. I think Justin Timberlake n Nick Carter are weird.why would they have their own song? I don't get it.im not dissing them.(though I don't really luv them all that much) Yay!! Enienm's "cleaning out my closet"!!!! Or I think that's what it's called. Whatever, *shrug* it's that "closet" song. *cricket, cricket* haha?
::~:: Chappii 6 ::~::
"I can't believe he did that!"
"Well, you know how he is," silence.
"No, I don't! And I don't think I want to."
"Yes, you know him very well. In fact, better than the rest of us; even if you don't want to, you do know him."
"I am not his best friend!" silence.
"I didn't say you were, I merely said you knew him better than the rest of us."
"Where'd you get that idea? How would I, as in me, end up knowing him better than you? Are you not of the same species?"
"Oh, now we're dissing the male population are we?"
"Yes! Yes we are! Guys are just so scum!"
"Is that personal? That'd better not be personal!"
"Maybe it is."
"What do you mean by that?" silence, "Are you seriously threatening me?"
"I'm not 'Sirius'"
"Ha..ha..very funny. Right, just go ahead, mess with my head!"
"You don't have to be pissed off about it,"
"Maybe I want to be!"
"Would you stop yelling? This is outrageous."
"Damn straight,"
"Well screw you too!"
"Did I say 'screw you'? I don't think so." Breathing, glaring daggers, "What the hell, I don't even know why-"
"Oh, don't you start that! I don't need it right now!"
"Maybe we ought to cool down,"
"I need air,"
"You need air? I need air!"
"Stop it!"
"Why should I? I have no reason to do so!"
"Godammit!!"
"Is this what the world has come down to? Dear sweet Lily cussing?" James sashayed his way across the room, entering extremely late from the portrait hole from doing god-knows-what in the middle of the night. Sirius stared back into James's oddly bright maple syrup eyes.
"James are you all right?" Lily looked concerned and afraid, like a person who had just stabbed a mighty animal, afraid if it's still alive and relieved that it has fallen.
"Mm-hmm, just fine, just fiiiiiiine." James dragged out his words, looking more suave than ever, strutting as if he were Malfoy. Silence passed as the three sat down and stared into the pulsing burnt wood, still glazing red from within.
"I knew it!" Sirius simply shouted out all of a sudden, which caused the near sleeping Lily to jump a mile; James had been lost in his thoughts, deep thoughts.
"What the hell are you talking about?" big google eyes were about to pop out of her socket as Lily stared very blankly at a crazy lunatic.
"It's aftermath! Jamesies, my boy," All motions stopped as Sirius clapped a rough hand upon James's stumbling shoulders.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" James stared very very very blankly, imitating Lily's froggie eyes. After a moment's realization, James finally got what Sirius said "I did not screw somebody over!"
"Like anyone's gonna want you to screw them," Lily scoffed at James's annoyed face, smearing her smirk wider and wider upon those tiresome chapped lips of hers, being as late as it was.
"So, where were you anyways?" Sirius asked casually, icily breaking the roaring blanket of fire shooting from James and Lily's eyes. James glanced at Lily, stifling his blazing eyes, and thought about what he should say, or rather, the proper way to say it.
"In Dumbldore's office, had to talk to me about something." A pause washed over all three of them silently, staring into the now demolishing pieces of timber. "He also wants to see you, Lily,"
Quite abruptly interrupted in her thoughts, in which Lily was pondering upon the last threatening note she had received from Him. Him, as in you- know-who, yes, Him, the one and only, as in Him, the evil guy, Voldemort. {lolz Kelli!!}
August 26, Evans's Residence, 5 AM.
A loud screech outside and clawing upon the window woke Lily from her sweet dream, giggling in a field of random flowers as she skipped up and down the hill, chasing a shadowy figure, he wasn't mysterious and dangerous, merely skidding out of her line of vision. She was always chasing him for some reason, and in the end, when she reached up to ruffle his smoldering raven hair, he'd dissolve like a heavy fog by the seaside, in his place, a lily wreath laid upon the dewy grass, a sweet reminder of the shadowed stranger. Lily groggily got up from her flumped-up pink bed, her parents still think she hasn't grown up yet. {Muhahaha!}Outside her window, there battered a molten bronze owl, its color so rich, it seemed unreal. Used to owl post, Lily stiffly lifted the creaking window frame, pushing its weigh all the way up, allowing the owl in. She lifted her hand as in attempt to pet the beautiful creature, it squawked loudly and bit hard at Lily's forefinger, causing it to bleed. Mutter, mutter, curse, curse, stupid bird.
"Dammit Lily! You and your stupid freak owls!" apparently Lily wasn't the only one who was woken by the large tawny owl. Petunia screeched just like the bird had done, the wavelength of her voice were all squelched up and she sounded like a very angry prissy Barbie doll. The bird flew away, probably scared by Petunia.Lily thought to herself. A dark dead burgundy envelope sat upon her window sill, the blood from her wound dripped bright red, vanishing underneath that dark dead burgundy.
"Lily, why are there birds arriving at 5 in the morning?" A heavy-lidded Mrs. Evans lightly picked at the corners of her eyes, attempting fluff her hair to its usual shape with the other hand. She was a light sleeper, waking at any large sounds; she was usually the first one up and had to repeatedly prod her husband to wake him. Mr. Evans, slept easily and dreamlessly, the most innocent type of sleep, except the occasional snoring here and there. Hearing him snort down the hallway, Lily reassured her mom that it was probably one of her friends' owl; a skeptical look came over that blank tired face. In the end, she finally convinced her mom that it was most likely her friend who was on vacation and forgot to add the hours. Though deep inside, her witch instincts told her otherwise, the same hair- splitting feeling washed over Lily, nothing like the warm fuzzy love in her dream. The same spine-straightening, hands-shaking, tense-shoulders shudder that crawled all over her skin when she feels paranoid. A dark dead burgundy.
"Huh?" focusing her eyes upon the right person, Lily snapped out of it, "What'd you say?"
"I said, Dumbldore also wants to speak with you," James looked annoyed for repeating and amused for Lily not listening, "Were you not listening? Why don't you ever pay attention?"
"Maybe because I don't want to!" Lily always got snappy when random people disrupted her thoughts or criticized her on any useless topic.
"He needs to speak with you," James said.
Lily had returned down her breezy, carefree memory lane, continuing to think about that dark dead burgundy, in which she conjured up a small fire later and watched it brighten to a good shade of orange-red, curling at the corners until it turned a rich cinnamon color then a dark smoldering black. A shadow appeared later anyhow, rising slowly from the flaky ashes of the remaining letter. The shadow took form of the Dark Mark, an empty skull trailing a grass green serpent from its mouth, the head and the snake sat in bright red moving flames. It spoke, in a deep dark whisper, soft, yet, audible. It told Lily to exchange her parents' life for hers, it hissed and sputtered the consequences if she were to disobey, it threatened and cursed at her using every name under the sun. "Yooou shaaall diiiie, Liiily Evaaans, ooone daaay, by myyy haaands, miiiine," the last remaining words stretched out, making the soft hissing hard to detect.
"Why?" a very interesting shrug rolled off of James's crinkly robes bunched up at his shoulders; Sirius snored with his head upon his other shoulder, mouth hanging open, much to Lily's dismay and disgust. "Does he need to see me now? At two in the morning?" Lily was replied by disgusting snores, James had fallen upon her shoulder, with Sirius's hanging mouth drooling all over James's shoulder. She thought they looked cute, like two little puppies, two little black and brown puppies. Lily shifted them onto separate sides of the couch and conjured two red and white checkered blankets upon their bodies, also refreshing the firewood that had died out. She stalked out the door, planning to once again wander the halls in search of Dumbldore. Lily glanced back upon those puppies, those sleeping black and brown puppies, those sleeping, drooling black and brown puppies covered in red and white checkered blankets.
::~:: Chappii 6 ::~::
**A/N** as of now, A/N's within the story shall be in these {weird bracket things} Righty-o!! Moving on, and (parenthesis) shall be additional stuff.I'll probably never use them but ya never know. *sigh* back to band camp.NOT American Pie u sick sick people!! (tho it is a good movie.sorta) is that actor playing the flute-girl in the movie really gay? Like truly? Cuz she is in Buffy da vampire slayer.
ok. Enough of moi's stupid questions. But I really wish u ppl would answer!! *sobs* I've got so many questions, so many questions..='(
And could someone tell me how to do ITALIC, BOLD, or UNDERLINE? If no one tells me then they'll probably go in little ~wavy lines~ or pointy brackets or +plus signs+ and whatever else I can find. =P tis a cruel world for no italic, bold or underline...
**A/N** Toodle-loo? Where the hell was my brain?? O well. I guess I still had parts of it to belch out that short yet interesting (in my terms) Chappii.hmmmmm.I marvel at the brilliance of my brain. I think Justin Timberlake n Nick Carter are weird.why would they have their own song? I don't get it.im not dissing them.(though I don't really luv them all that much) Yay!! Enienm's "cleaning out my closet"!!!! Or I think that's what it's called. Whatever, *shrug* it's that "closet" song. *cricket, cricket* haha?
::~:: Chappii 6 ::~::
"I can't believe he did that!"
"Well, you know how he is," silence.
"No, I don't! And I don't think I want to."
"Yes, you know him very well. In fact, better than the rest of us; even if you don't want to, you do know him."
"I am not his best friend!" silence.
"I didn't say you were, I merely said you knew him better than the rest of us."
"Where'd you get that idea? How would I, as in me, end up knowing him better than you? Are you not of the same species?"
"Oh, now we're dissing the male population are we?"
"Yes! Yes we are! Guys are just so scum!"
"Is that personal? That'd better not be personal!"
"Maybe it is."
"What do you mean by that?" silence, "Are you seriously threatening me?"
"I'm not 'Sirius'"
"Ha..ha..very funny. Right, just go ahead, mess with my head!"
"You don't have to be pissed off about it,"
"Maybe I want to be!"
"Would you stop yelling? This is outrageous."
"Damn straight,"
"Well screw you too!"
"Did I say 'screw you'? I don't think so." Breathing, glaring daggers, "What the hell, I don't even know why-"
"Oh, don't you start that! I don't need it right now!"
"Maybe we ought to cool down,"
"I need air,"
"You need air? I need air!"
"Stop it!"
"Why should I? I have no reason to do so!"
"Godammit!!"
"Is this what the world has come down to? Dear sweet Lily cussing?" James sashayed his way across the room, entering extremely late from the portrait hole from doing god-knows-what in the middle of the night. Sirius stared back into James's oddly bright maple syrup eyes.
"James are you all right?" Lily looked concerned and afraid, like a person who had just stabbed a mighty animal, afraid if it's still alive and relieved that it has fallen.
"Mm-hmm, just fine, just fiiiiiiine." James dragged out his words, looking more suave than ever, strutting as if he were Malfoy. Silence passed as the three sat down and stared into the pulsing burnt wood, still glazing red from within.
"I knew it!" Sirius simply shouted out all of a sudden, which caused the near sleeping Lily to jump a mile; James had been lost in his thoughts, deep thoughts.
"What the hell are you talking about?" big google eyes were about to pop out of her socket as Lily stared very blankly at a crazy lunatic.
"It's aftermath! Jamesies, my boy," All motions stopped as Sirius clapped a rough hand upon James's stumbling shoulders.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" James stared very very very blankly, imitating Lily's froggie eyes. After a moment's realization, James finally got what Sirius said "I did not screw somebody over!"
"Like anyone's gonna want you to screw them," Lily scoffed at James's annoyed face, smearing her smirk wider and wider upon those tiresome chapped lips of hers, being as late as it was.
"So, where were you anyways?" Sirius asked casually, icily breaking the roaring blanket of fire shooting from James and Lily's eyes. James glanced at Lily, stifling his blazing eyes, and thought about what he should say, or rather, the proper way to say it.
"In Dumbldore's office, had to talk to me about something." A pause washed over all three of them silently, staring into the now demolishing pieces of timber. "He also wants to see you, Lily,"
Quite abruptly interrupted in her thoughts, in which Lily was pondering upon the last threatening note she had received from Him. Him, as in you- know-who, yes, Him, the one and only, as in Him, the evil guy, Voldemort. {lolz Kelli!!}
August 26, Evans's Residence, 5 AM.
A loud screech outside and clawing upon the window woke Lily from her sweet dream, giggling in a field of random flowers as she skipped up and down the hill, chasing a shadowy figure, he wasn't mysterious and dangerous, merely skidding out of her line of vision. She was always chasing him for some reason, and in the end, when she reached up to ruffle his smoldering raven hair, he'd dissolve like a heavy fog by the seaside, in his place, a lily wreath laid upon the dewy grass, a sweet reminder of the shadowed stranger. Lily groggily got up from her flumped-up pink bed, her parents still think she hasn't grown up yet. {Muhahaha!}Outside her window, there battered a molten bronze owl, its color so rich, it seemed unreal. Used to owl post, Lily stiffly lifted the creaking window frame, pushing its weigh all the way up, allowing the owl in. She lifted her hand as in attempt to pet the beautiful creature, it squawked loudly and bit hard at Lily's forefinger, causing it to bleed. Mutter, mutter, curse, curse, stupid bird.
"Dammit Lily! You and your stupid freak owls!" apparently Lily wasn't the only one who was woken by the large tawny owl. Petunia screeched just like the bird had done, the wavelength of her voice were all squelched up and she sounded like a very angry prissy Barbie doll. The bird flew away, probably scared by Petunia.Lily thought to herself. A dark dead burgundy envelope sat upon her window sill, the blood from her wound dripped bright red, vanishing underneath that dark dead burgundy.
"Lily, why are there birds arriving at 5 in the morning?" A heavy-lidded Mrs. Evans lightly picked at the corners of her eyes, attempting fluff her hair to its usual shape with the other hand. She was a light sleeper, waking at any large sounds; she was usually the first one up and had to repeatedly prod her husband to wake him. Mr. Evans, slept easily and dreamlessly, the most innocent type of sleep, except the occasional snoring here and there. Hearing him snort down the hallway, Lily reassured her mom that it was probably one of her friends' owl; a skeptical look came over that blank tired face. In the end, she finally convinced her mom that it was most likely her friend who was on vacation and forgot to add the hours. Though deep inside, her witch instincts told her otherwise, the same hair- splitting feeling washed over Lily, nothing like the warm fuzzy love in her dream. The same spine-straightening, hands-shaking, tense-shoulders shudder that crawled all over her skin when she feels paranoid. A dark dead burgundy.
"Huh?" focusing her eyes upon the right person, Lily snapped out of it, "What'd you say?"
"I said, Dumbldore also wants to speak with you," James looked annoyed for repeating and amused for Lily not listening, "Were you not listening? Why don't you ever pay attention?"
"Maybe because I don't want to!" Lily always got snappy when random people disrupted her thoughts or criticized her on any useless topic.
"He needs to speak with you," James said.
Lily had returned down her breezy, carefree memory lane, continuing to think about that dark dead burgundy, in which she conjured up a small fire later and watched it brighten to a good shade of orange-red, curling at the corners until it turned a rich cinnamon color then a dark smoldering black. A shadow appeared later anyhow, rising slowly from the flaky ashes of the remaining letter. The shadow took form of the Dark Mark, an empty skull trailing a grass green serpent from its mouth, the head and the snake sat in bright red moving flames. It spoke, in a deep dark whisper, soft, yet, audible. It told Lily to exchange her parents' life for hers, it hissed and sputtered the consequences if she were to disobey, it threatened and cursed at her using every name under the sun. "Yooou shaaall diiiie, Liiily Evaaans, ooone daaay, by myyy haaands, miiiine," the last remaining words stretched out, making the soft hissing hard to detect.
"Why?" a very interesting shrug rolled off of James's crinkly robes bunched up at his shoulders; Sirius snored with his head upon his other shoulder, mouth hanging open, much to Lily's dismay and disgust. "Does he need to see me now? At two in the morning?" Lily was replied by disgusting snores, James had fallen upon her shoulder, with Sirius's hanging mouth drooling all over James's shoulder. She thought they looked cute, like two little puppies, two little black and brown puppies. Lily shifted them onto separate sides of the couch and conjured two red and white checkered blankets upon their bodies, also refreshing the firewood that had died out. She stalked out the door, planning to once again wander the halls in search of Dumbldore. Lily glanced back upon those puppies, those sleeping black and brown puppies, those sleeping, drooling black and brown puppies covered in red and white checkered blankets.
::~:: Chappii 6 ::~::
**A/N** as of now, A/N's within the story shall be in these {weird bracket things} Righty-o!! Moving on, and (parenthesis) shall be additional stuff.I'll probably never use them but ya never know. *sigh* back to band camp.NOT American Pie u sick sick people!! (tho it is a good movie.sorta) is that actor playing the flute-girl in the movie really gay? Like truly? Cuz she is in Buffy da vampire slayer.
ok. Enough of moi's stupid questions. But I really wish u ppl would answer!! *sobs* I've got so many questions, so many questions..='(
And could someone tell me how to do ITALIC, BOLD, or UNDERLINE? If no one tells me then they'll probably go in little ~wavy lines~ or pointy brackets or +plus signs+ and whatever else I can find. =P tis a cruel world for no italic, bold or underline...