Author's Notes- Ok, I know chapter 18 was short, but I promise I'll try to make this one longer. Ok? So, here's where we are: It's the second half of the last year in Hogwarts for Lily and her friends and boyfriend. The dance is coming up, and so on and so forth.
Disclamer (I really hate these things)- I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters (Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, etc…), but Anya, Vi, Aunt Lucy, Mellie, Dan, Andrea, Netta and a few others are all mine! OK, I'm not getting paid for this, so no one sue me cuz I did my dislcamer.
So, on with the fic!
Lily's Lake
Chapter 19
Hogwarts was the same as when I left it. It's not like I had expected it to change or anything, but I was beginning to miss it.
Things slowly started to get back to normal. Since the attack on Hogsmeade, Dumbledore had more Professors chaperone us when we went down there, so it almost lost all it's fun.
A week after we got back we went into Hogsmeade, and had Professors everywhere.
One evening, when there was basically no one left in tower but my friends and I, James came up with an idea.
"We can what?" I asked.
"Sneak into Hogsmeade. It's really easy, I've done it tons of times. We can get out of the hairs of the Professors," James answered.
"What if we get caught?" I asked.
"Oh, come on, Lil', it'll be fun," Anya said, slapping my back.
"If anyone asks we'll tell them we graduated from Hogwarts last year. We look old enough," James said.
"Oh, allright," I agreed.
"We'll just wait until Remus get's better,"James said.
"Yeah, this will be AWESOME!" Sirius cried, grinning gleefully.
"Don't wake up the whole tower!" we cried.
The next Saturday we walked through the halls with the boys leading us. Our bags were slung over our shoulders, full of our cloaks, hats, and gloves.
"In here," James said, opening a passage way for us.
"It's dark," I whispered.
"Jump!" James said, and pushed me in.
I nearly screamed, but hit the ground before I did. Everyone followed, and James closed the passage, and lit his wand. He motioned for us to follow, and we did.
It was cold, so we put our cloaks on.
Fifteen minutes later we stood in the sunlight in Hogsmeade.
"Look! The ice skating rink is open!" Andrea cried.
"You guys can go ice skating, we're going to stop at the joke store," Sirius said.
So, Anya, Andrea, Netta, and I rented some skates and started skating. It wasn't too crowded, only a few people were there, and it was a really nice day.
After a few minutes, the boys appeared, and also rented skates (I think Sirius was disappointed because it didn't seem 'manly', but it didn't look 'manly', cuz he kept falling).
Sirius and Anya volunteered to go get everyone drinks, and disappeared. After about fifteen minutes they still weren't back.
"Ok, that's it, I've come to my conclusion. They're off somewhere being romanticly involved," Netta said.
"I agree. James, why don't you and Lil' go get us our drinks?" Remus asked.
So James and I took off our skates and started the walk towards the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer.
"Lil', look over there," James said quietly, and pointed.
I saw Anya and Sirius, sitting on a bench talking. Sirius leaned over and kissed Anya.
I held back a giggle, and ran ahead so I could laugh without them hearing me. I sat down in the snow and laughed my head off. James caught up with me, and sat down next to me, also laughing.
"I guess Netta was right. They are 'romanticly involvled'," I laughed.
"I guess so," James answered, laughing just as hard.
James leaned over and kissed me. We sat there kissing when four people walked up.
"I knew it!" one of them said.
"Yo! Lovebirds number 2! Come on!" Andrea said, pushing us.
"Wait! Wait!" Netta said, and snapped a picture.
At the flash we looked up.
"Hi," I said.
"Remind us next time not to send a couple alone to get us some drinks," Remus told us.
We shrugged.
"We saw Anya and Sirius back there, looked funny, huh?" Andrea asked.
We nodded. James got up and helped me up, and then the six of us when to get the drinks, then stopped by where Anya and Sirius were.
"Come on, you guys, I think the Hogsmeade prefect is going to call someone on you!" I yelled.
We spent another two hours in Hogsmeade, and then went back to the school so James could get to Quidditch practice.
Netta wasted no time in taking over the bathroom to develop her pictures, causing an uproar in our room.
"Netta! Come on! I have to go!" Jenna cried.
"I'll be out in a minute, I swear. Lil', this picture of you and James came out really great," Netta yelled.
Anya and I were sitting on my bed playing cards while Andrea sat beside the bed, watching us. But we were all listening to Jenna and Netta.
"Come on, Netta! Please!" Jenna cried.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! There's only seven more pictures, including the one with Anya and Sirius necking!" Netta answered.
"We were not!" Anya yelled.
The card blew up in Anya's hand.
"Ha!" I cried.
Friday morning we were all sitting at breakfast, talking. The stream of owls entered the great hall, and we all looked up eagerly. I didn't see Mandy, so I returned to my meal. But another owl swooped down and dropped a letter on Anya's plate.
She opened it and read it. Her eyes grew wide.
"I have to go," Anya said, grabbed her bag, and left the Great Hall.
Anya didn't show up in any classes, and, right after our last class, Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall asked Andrea, Netta, Jenna, and I to stay behind.
"Miss Jones has just received some terrible news. Most of her family was killed over the week, and she hasn't taken it well. She's locked herself in your room, so the four of you shall be sleeping the Common Room tonight. I hope it's no trouble," Professor McGonagall said.
We nodded, and followed the rest of the crowd towards the tower.
I noticed four sleeping bags rolled up in a corner with our names on them.
"I'm going to go see if she wants to talk," I said, and dashed up the stairs to our dorm.
I knocked on the door.
"Anya? Anya? Are you ok?" I asked.
There was no answer. I heard only muffled sobs. I tried the door. It was locked. I tried to talk to her through the door, but she didn't respond. Finally, I gave up.
"Listen, Anya, I'll be downstairs in the Common Room. Call me if you need me," I told her, and then went back downstairs.
Some of the Common Room had emptied out. The rest of the people were just sitting around. My friends were waiting for me.
"Did you talk to her? Is she allright?" Andrea asked.
"She wouldn't talk. But I can hear her crying. I told her if she needed anything to just ask. She hasn't eaten anything since breakfast, and hardly ate then," I said.
"We can get her something from the kitchens," James offered.
"Okay," I agreed.
"I'll go get my invisibility cloak. Hold on," James said, and dashed up the stairs.
A few seconds later he came back with an invisibility cloak drapped around his arm.
"I'll let you two out," Netta said.
When no one was looking James and I slipped under the invisibility cloak, and Netta walked with us to the portrait. She swung it open, and we stepped out.
"Good luck," Netta whispered to us, and we slipped away.
After we were in a silent hall I became aware I didn't know where I was.
"Um, James, do you have any idea where you are going? Cuz I sure don't," I told him.
"Yeah, sure, Sirius and I have done this tons of times. I'm just talking us down another route, since no one ever patrols this area," James said.
About a half and hour later we returned to the Common Room (a very difficult task indeed, since we had a tray of food for Anya). When we entered and took the cloak off I announced I would bring the tray to Anya.
"Wait, Lil', put this on the tray," Sirius said, and handed me an envelope.
"Oooo… A love letter," I crooned.
"Just take it up to her," Sirius said, swatting me.
I went up the stairs to our dorm, and knocked on the door. There was no answer, as usual.
"Anya, it's me, Lily. I brought you some food. It's sitting outside your door. Take it if you want," I said.
No answer. I set the tray down and went down the stairs.
* * *
Same time
As told by Anya Jones
After I heard Lily's footsteps down the stairs I opened the door a crack. I didn't want Lily to see me like this. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. My eyes were all red and puffy from crying, and my nose was red from me wiping it. My face was a blotchy, and I was basically a mess.
Just as Lily had promised, there was a tray of food by the door, with a note on top.
Anya was written on the envelope.
I bent down and picked up the tray, then went back into the dorm and locked the door again.
I was hungry. But first I read the note.
Anya, I don't know what's going on, since your best friends won't tell me, some friends they are. I just wanted to make sure you're ok. I hope you get better. Love, Sirius
I smiled weakly, and left the note by my bed, and then ate some of the food Lily had sent up. I was glad Lily didn't tell Sirius or the others. I wasn't sure I wanted them to know that my family was dead. My parents, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, all of them, dead. They were all dead, except my sister, Anra. She hadn't been there, thank god.
I laid back on my bed, new tears building up, suprising me. I thought I had cried myself out. But my somtahce was satisfied, and I felt a little better.
"Thanks Lil', thanks Si," I whispered.
* * *
Same time
As told by Lily Evans
A few minutes later I quietly went upstairs. I didn't want to pester Anya, I just wanted to see if she had taken the food. The tray was gone. I went back downstairs.
"She took the food," I reported.
"Good. I'm off to bed," Remus said.
James, Sirius, and Peter followed Remus up to their room. Jenna, Andrea, Netta, and I pulled some couches into a circle, and laid our sleeping bags out on them. We settled ourselves into them, and were quiet for a few minutes.
"This was a tiring day," Jenna said.
"Yeah, and these couches won't help us much," Andrea complained, tossing in her sleeping bag.
I sighed. Andrea was right, these couches seemed comfy when your sitting on them, but when you're trying to sleep on them they seem like a rock.
A few minutes later, Jenna fell asleep, followed by Netta, and Andrea closely after her. I also fell asleep.
The next morning was Saturday. We didn't sleep very late, since around eight o'clock people started coming downstairs for breakfast. Their sound was what woke us.
"Come on, you guys, let's go see if Anya will let us in. I really don't want to have to wear the same thing two days in a row," Andrea said.
We went upstairs to see if the door was unlocked. There was a note on the door.
Thanks you guys, I really appreciate the stuff you did for me. The door's unlocked, and you can come in. Don't be shy, it's your room too. Thanks for everything.
Anya
The door was unlocked. We went in and took our clothes and dressed. Anya was still asleep, and her curtains were drawn.
"Should we wake her up and see if she wants to get some breakfast?" Jenna asked.
I nodded, and woke her up.
"Anya? Anya? It's us. Do ya want to go down to breakfast with us?" I asked.
"Sure. Let me get dressed real quick, kay?" she asked.
We nodded, and she got dressed. The five of us went downstairs, and met the boys at the table.
"Hey, everybody," Anya said, smiling a little.
"Hey, Anya," the boys chorused.
The next weekend was a Quidditch game, and James was playing. My friends and I sat in the seats, and James sat in the air on his broom. He was really good. Needless to say, I was doing the commentary, and Professor McGonagall stood sternly over me.
"Potter in position of the Quaffle, speeding up the field. Go James! He… is hit in the arm with a Buldger. Hit him! Hit the stinkin' guy!" I cried.
"Miss Evans, continue with the commentary," Professor McGonagall said sternly.
"Yeah, sorry, Professor," I told her.
"Told you not to let Evans do the commentary, Professor," Malfoy said from behind us.
"Yeah, Professor, Evans is to stupid to do it," Snape said.
I turned around, scowling, and punched them both in the face. Surprised, they stood there for a minute. Then they punched me, Snape in the eye and Malfoy in the nose. Soon we were fighting, and kicking. Meanwhile, my voice was still magnified, and you could hear my yelling. My friends were in hysterics, and even the teams seemed distracted (we were, afterall, playing the Slytherins).
"Miss Evans! Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Snape! Please! Stop it!" Professor McGonagall said.
She seperated us. I held my nose.
"I think you broke my nose!" I told the Slytherins.
"All three of you! Go to the hospital wing! Now!" Professor McGonagall yelled, and the three of us walked to the hospital wing.
Madame Pomfrey wasn't very happy, and the three of us ended up with detention.
After the game I met my friends in the front hall. We went up to the Gryffindor tower. Around ten o'clock we noticed Jenna was missing. We thought she was showering or something. Then, at one o'clock we knew something was wrong. We went to Dumbledore.
Then, somehow, all the 8th years were in search parties. Jenna had neglected to tell us one thing: she was also an enemy of the Dark Side, and was in serious trouble. LANA, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick were leading the serach party in the woods.
"Jenna! Jenna!" we yelled.
Our lands were lit, and we wandered around. Once Netta tripped over a root, and bruised herself, but we kept going. Around two o'clock it was really cold out for late March, and we still hadn't found Jenna.
"Jenna! Jenna! Where are you?" I screamed.
"Ah! OH MY GOD! OVER HERE!" Andrea screamed at the top of her lungs.
We ran over to where she was standing, and were her wand light lay.
A crumpled black figure lay on the ground, wearing a Hogwarts cloak and some black pants. You couldn't see the face.
We walked over, and Professor McGonagall lifted the figure. The head fell back, and the hair fell off. It was Jenna, and she was dead. A look of terror was on her face.
"We have to get her back to the castle," Professor McGonagall said.
We were too shocked to speak. There was nothing anyone could do. Jenna was already dead.
"Last night we lost one of our students. Her name was Jenna Longs, and 8th year Gryffindor. She was murdered last night by unknown forces." ("Unknown forces my butt! It was Voldemort!" Anya whispered) "She was a great asset to the school, and we all grieve for her and her loss."
Dumbledore was telling everyone at breakfast about what had happened to Jenna. He, of course, didn't mention who killed her, since we weren't sure, but everyone thought it was Voldemort. Who else would want to kill her?
There was sobbing in the front of the Great Hall. Sitting at the Teacher's Table sat a witch and a wizard. The wizard was comforting the witch, and both were sobbing, only the witch was sobbing the loudest. Her cries filled the Great Hall. I knew who they were. It was Jenna's parents.
Anya was full of bitterness. I was just full of sorrow. We both had the same thoughts. Voldemort ruined our lives, and killed our families, and now he's taken the life of our roommate. Only we reacted to it differently.
Jenna's bed was empty. Her things had been packed and were being taken away with her parents. We sat on our beds watching them lug her things away. Jenna's corner was empty, and the bed was neatly made, as if it had never been slept in.
The next day was the funeral. We were all wearing our regular black, and classes were canceled.
The whole school was mesmorized by Jenna's death. It seemed to say "we aren't even safe at Hogwarts. We are still targets, and we won't be safe no matter where we go."
For days following things were different. People had been killed who came from Hogwarts, yes, but never had someone been killed on Hogwarts' grounds.
But things came back to normal, with a few more rules. James, Sirius, Remus, LANA were suddenly being followed by teachers. So were the others who had been attacked the year before (there were more). It was getting really annoying to find teachers in the next isle while in the library.
"Well, I guess a trip to Hogsmeade is out of the question. They won't let us go," James said as the next outing was posted.
"They have to! They are chaperoning afterall," Anya protested.
"Anya! He just stole your knight!" Andrea cried.
Anya was playing chess with Sirius, who was winning. Netta was snapping pictures.
"What's going to happen in two months, when school ends and we leave? Are they going to have people stalking us?" I asked.
"Nope, they're putting a hiding charm on us," Remus answered.
"They're what?" we all asked in chorus.
"Yeah, I overheard Dumbledore. They're going to put a hiding charm on us, so that we're untouchable while we're with our friends or in our apartments. Really handy, huh?" he asked.
We stared at him.
"Well, at least we'll be safe," Netta said, shrugging.
"At least," Sirius said, snorting.
"It's better than being blown to bits," I protested.
"Yeah, it is, but it still stinks," Sirius answered.
"Think about it this way, we'll still have our own place, and everything, but we'll just be under Dumbledore's watchful eye, and there is nothing wrong with that," Andrea said.
"I agree with Andrea," Remus said, "We'll need protection, and this is the best way to get it while we are still on our own."
A month before the end of the year Andrea was leaving every night to go to dance meetings, and came back all happy cheery. Dance fever was everywhere. Where ever you turned people were talking about it.
One night, we wre in our room, getting ready for bed. The conversation was, as always, the dance.
"It will be so cool!" Andrea cried.
"Yeah, we can all go in a group of LANA without dates!" Netta said.
"Speak for yourself. I have a date," Anya said, combing her hair and looking all happy.
"Oh, who, Anya?" I asked.
"As if you don't know! It's Sirius! He asked me to go in Hogsmeade that one day," Anya said.
"Oh, the day you and Sirius were mochie mochie," Andrea said.
Anya threw a pillow at her, and knocked her of the bed.
"Besides, Remus will probably ask you, and James will probably ask you," Anya said to Andrea and me.
"What about me?" Netta asked.
"Remember that cute little Ravenclaw?" Anya said, "He's been following you around for quite some time."
"Oh, Anya," I said, rolling my eyes.
"What?" Anya asked.
"Peter is going to ask her! Haven't you seen him, trying to find the right chance?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, the Peter," Anya said, and scowled.
"I feel the same way too," I agreed, and scowled to match Anya's.
"Ok, can we stop talking about my love life, and it's abscense?" Netta asked, throwing a pillow at each of us.
"Well, we're just saying…" Anya started, and got hit square in the face with a pillow.
"So, Lil, how's life?" James asked.
James, Anya, Sirius, Remus, Netta, and I were walking down a hallway. Andrea was off at her meeting, and Peter had shrugged off with this late night raid to the kitchens saying he had way too much homework.
"Fine, how about you?" I teased.
"Just remind me never to walk in a dark deserted hallway with Sirius and Anya again," James said.
I smiled. Sirius and Anya were flirting something horrible. Any minute now I expected them to get "moochie moochie" as Andrea called it.
I laughed out loud.
"What?" James asked.
"Nothing, it's just something Andrea said the other night about Anya and Sirius," I said, smiling.
"Listen, Lil', I have a question," James said.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking over at Sirius and Anya, who had their arms wrapped around each other.
"Will you go to the ball with me?" he asked.
I turned and looked at him, and smiled. He was smiling too.
"Sure," I said.
"Great," James said.
* * *
Somewhere else
Same time
"This is getting harder and harder, Wormtail! We need those done and over with! We finally got that one girl, thanks your dileverance, Wormtail," the master said.
"Thank you, Master," Wormtail answered, bowing.
"Now, with Dumbledore's new plan, it will be even harder. We must find a way to get to them, Wormtail, and quickly!"
"Yes, Master, completely understood. A plan shall be divised, a plan that can not alter," Wormtail said, bowing again.
"Very well, Wortmtail. Be quick!"
* * *
As told by Lily Evans
The day before the dance dawned upon us. The teachers were finding it very hard to keep the students working. Andrea had been, much to Anya's prediction, asked out by Remus. Netta had been asked out by a Ravenclaw, but declined to go with Peter so she could spend time with us.
That evening, in the Common Room, Peter asked Netta to join him in the hall "It's about the dance."
Netta shrugged, and followed him out. Anya rose her eye brows and made a rather strange guesture. Andrea hit her across the arm, and she stopped.
* * *
As told by Netta Prewett
Same time
Peter was walking fast, gazing around, looking for something. I was having a hard time keeping up.
"Peter! Slow down!" I called.
Peter didn't slow down. I rolled my eyes, and ran to follow him into the hallway he had turned into.
"Peter, where are we going…" I asked, but stopped.
A huge robed figure stood in front of me. He wore a mask, and I could see Peter cowering nearby.
"Peter, come on, let's go," I said.
"You're not going anywhere, Prewett," the robed figure said, and thrust an arm towards me.
I inched back to keep it from touching me. The hand was bony and ugly.
"Who are you?" Netta asked.
"The Messanger of the Dark Lord," the figure said cruely.
Netta screamed as loud as she possibly could.
* * *
As told by Lily Evans
Same time
Everyone heard the scream. The Common Room grew quiet. You could have heard a pin drop if the screaming weren't so loud. Everyone throughout the school froze.
"Oh my God, Netta," I whispered.
Within a few seconds Anya, Andrea, James, Sirius, Remus, and I were out of the Common Room and running down the halls. James pulled out an old piece of parchment and looked down at it.
"Over here," he said.
We ran until we saw an deserted hallway. Netta and Peter were crumpled on the floor. A figure in a dark cape and mask stood over them.
"I knew you'd come to save your friends," he said.
His voice was cruel.
"What did you do to them?" I asked.
"Don't worry, they aren't dead. I wanted to make you watch them die. Their simply stunned, nothing more, nothing less," he told them, and his voice suggested he was smiling.
"What do you want with us anyway?" James asked.
"I'm just carrying out my mission, and so far it's going exactly as planned," the man said.
Within a split second Anya, Sirius, Remus, and Andrea hit the ground. James and I were standing alone.
"I thought I'd kill your first. How about it?" the man asked.
I scowled.
"You honestly think you're going to kill us. You're daft, you know that, DAFT!" I cried.
"SILENCE!" the man yelled.
I heard footsteps, running footsteps.
"Please, let it be a teacher, someone, anyone," I thought. "I just had to hold out until they got here. Ok, Lily, breathe. You are great at spells and hexs. Just pick a good one…"
"Impedimenta Lucos!" I yelled.
The man, who I supposed was a Death Eater, froze.
"I'm finally face to face with a helpless Death Eater," I whispered, walking forward.
"Lil, NO!" James cried.
I turned to look at James, questioningly. I felt two strong arms grip my own arms. I turned my head. The Death Eater was moving. I stared at him.
"Humph, I told you. I'm stronger, I can beat out little hexs like that!" the Death Eather said.
"LILY!" James screamed.
"SILENCE, POTTER! I know have Evans. You move, she dies. Put down your wand, and move over here," the Death Eater said.
I knew what he was going to do. I knew it, and I got an idea. I stared at James, and pleaded at him with my eyes.
"Just do it. I have an idea," I whispered.
My idea would work, so long as he didn't try to kill me first. Then I would be helpless, and so would James.
As if reading my eyes, James nodded, and set down his wand. He moved over to where the Death Eater had motioned.
"Very good, Potter. Now, this won't take long at all…" the Death Eater said.
He removed his wand from my forehead, and let go of one of my arms. Now was my chance. With all my strenght I lifted my arm and punched him, while kicking him from the front.
"OW!" he screamed.
"Get your wand!" I screamed to James.
He let go of my arms, and I ran over to James, who was took hold of my hand and gripped it like death.
The makers of the foortsteps appeared. It was Dumbledore, McGonagall, and a few others.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, are you allright?" McGonagall asked.
In a woosh we looked to see the Death Eater fly out the window on a broomstick.
We were, of course, all OK, which was good considering the dance was the next night.
Author's Notes- Oooo… dance in the next chapter, not this one. Sorry. Anyway, I threw the whole thing with the Death Eater in, but it will be important. Please review, since only like two people reviewed my last chapter, and that made me mad. Here's the deal, if you guys want to read about the dance, you have to review. If I get ten reviews and or two more people add this story to their favortes, I'll post it. But, if I don't, I'll only send it to the ones who did review via e-mail (so leave your e-mail adress). Ok, people, I'm not a pervert who's going to stalk you. It's OK to give me your e-mail adress (I'm always scared people will think I am). So review, and tell me what you think. Thanxs! Starlight Eve
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