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Chapter 5
A few days past, and each night she was haunted by the same dream. Her skin was paler than ever before, and had shadows under her eyes. Was she ever going to have a good night's sleep? Was he, her biological father, going to leave her alone? Was he ever going to spare her of these dreams that haunt her? Probably not. Not until she did something for him. The problem was Lily had no idea what it was.
Another problem…James had noticed something. And he was beginning to pester her. And he wasn't going to let go.
Lily feigned studying; her eyes misted over, the words before her swimming. James came through the portrait hole, and sat down right in front of her; Lily looked into his brown eyes. "Tell me." Was all he said. Lily slowly lowered her head again, and said nothing. He lifted her chin up with his index finger and looked onto her with a look of determination. "I'm not leaving until you do."
Lily moved her head out of James' touch. "Just not sleeping too well." She said. It was true too. James knew however there was more.
"Please, tell me. I can help."
Lily looked at him, her face-hardened. "There is nothing wrong. Now please, stop it." James mournfully shook his head.
"No Lily, I won't. Don't you understand? I'm worried. We all are. Since the beginning of term you've been so distant, and I want to know what's wrong. If you can't tell me than who can you tell?"
"What can I tell you? What can I say? Because there is nothing."
James, if I told you, would you hate me? I'm the heir of Slytherin, the only daughter of a psychotic murderer by a cruel trick of fate. And my father isn't letting me forget it. She thought frantically to herself, half-wishing James could hear.
He took her hands in his. "Lily, please, I love you, and I care about you. And I am so worried." James rested her hands under his chin. Lily thought, after careful thinking, she opened her mouth to speak, slowly forming the letter 'V' with her lips. James prompted her. "Yes, Lily, my dearest Lily."
She stopped. Those words, the words Voldemort had said, to convince her that he was her true father. Voldemort had processed James. She was sure of it. There was no other explanation for it. James had never said those words to her before. Why now?
Violently she shook her head. "I'm not yours!" she spat. "I've never been yours. Stop sending me things!" She stood up and looked down at a James shaped Voldemort. "Don't you understand? I hate you! I'll never forgive you for what you did to her. To me!" James looked dumbfounded.
"Lily." He had tears in his eyes. "Lily please."
"Don't play dumb with me. "Leave me alone. I HATE you. Despise you. You sick twisted, fucker!"
And she stormed out of Gryffindor common room, to 'James' in tears. As soon as she stood on the landing the world of darkness took a hold of her.
Chapter 5
A few days past, and each night she was haunted by the same dream. Her skin was paler than ever before, and had shadows under her eyes. Was she ever going to have a good night's sleep? Was he, her biological father, going to leave her alone? Was he ever going to spare her of these dreams that haunt her? Probably not. Not until she did something for him. The problem was Lily had no idea what it was.
Another problem…James had noticed something. And he was beginning to pester her. And he wasn't going to let go.
Lily feigned studying; her eyes misted over, the words before her swimming. James came through the portrait hole, and sat down right in front of her; Lily looked into his brown eyes. "Tell me." Was all he said. Lily slowly lowered her head again, and said nothing. He lifted her chin up with his index finger and looked onto her with a look of determination. "I'm not leaving until you do."
Lily moved her head out of James' touch. "Just not sleeping too well." She said. It was true too. James knew however there was more.
"Please, tell me. I can help."
Lily looked at him, her face-hardened. "There is nothing wrong. Now please, stop it." James mournfully shook his head.
"No Lily, I won't. Don't you understand? I'm worried. We all are. Since the beginning of term you've been so distant, and I want to know what's wrong. If you can't tell me than who can you tell?"
"What can I tell you? What can I say? Because there is nothing."
James, if I told you, would you hate me? I'm the heir of Slytherin, the only daughter of a psychotic murderer by a cruel trick of fate. And my father isn't letting me forget it. She thought frantically to herself, half-wishing James could hear.
He took her hands in his. "Lily, please, I love you, and I care about you. And I am so worried." James rested her hands under his chin. Lily thought, after careful thinking, she opened her mouth to speak, slowly forming the letter 'V' with her lips. James prompted her. "Yes, Lily, my dearest Lily."
She stopped. Those words, the words Voldemort had said, to convince her that he was her true father. Voldemort had processed James. She was sure of it. There was no other explanation for it. James had never said those words to her before. Why now?
Violently she shook her head. "I'm not yours!" she spat. "I've never been yours. Stop sending me things!" She stood up and looked down at a James shaped Voldemort. "Don't you understand? I hate you! I'll never forgive you for what you did to her. To me!" James looked dumbfounded.
"Lily." He had tears in his eyes. "Lily please."
"Don't play dumb with me. "Leave me alone. I HATE you. Despise you. You sick twisted, fucker!"
And she stormed out of Gryffindor common room, to 'James' in tears. As soon as she stood on the landing the world of darkness took a hold of her.