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you don't, I wont. Now, on with the disclamer!
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Hurt Her to Save Her
It was Saturday morning, a rather nice morning. I sighed, and rolled over in bed. I could hear the water running in the shower, and Abby's singing.
She had a pretty voice, but she sounded awful in the shower.
Abby and I had been best friends since our first year in Hogwarts. We did everything together, and once we graduated we bought a two story town house with two bedrooms on the second floor with a bathroom, and a living room and kitchen downstairs. We both worked at the Ministry of Magic, in one of the most boring (in my opinon) departments.
"Lils!" Abby yelled, coming into my room drying her hair, "I used all the warm water, so you'll have to wait a bit before you take a shower."
"Abby!" I cried.
Abby smiled, and I heard her going downstairs.
I groaned, and got out of bed. My red hair was in disaray, again, and I still had sleep in my eyes.
An hour later I entered the kitchen, showered and dressed. Abby was sitting at the table, eating toast.
"The boys will be here in a half an hour, Lily," Abby told me, without even looking up, "You need to get up earlier."
"And you need to stop singing in the shower. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called about it yet," I replied, and sat down, stealing some of Abby's toast.
Abby rolled her eyes, and said, "Anyways, my parents called. They wanted to know if we could watch Janie tomorrow afternoon. I said she was 12, and therefore completely capable of taking care of herself, but they still wanted her to come over. I told them we would."
"What time?" I asked.
"Noon to six," Abby answered.
"James and I are going out to lunch," I said. "But we won't be gone long."
Abby groaned, and stood up to bring her dish to the sink.
"You two spend too much time together. Honestly, I don't think there's a waking moment you two aren't together. No, correction, any moment you two aren't together or thinking about each other," Abby said.
"That's not true. And dare I remind you of Walter Drains, from sixth year?" I asked. "You talk in your sleep, and you said a bit too much for us."
Abby gagged, and said, "Oh, you will never forget that, will you?"
"Of course not," I answered.
"How did the subject turn from you and James Potter to me and Walter Drains?" Abby asked.
"Back to Janie, what are you planning on doing with her? You know what happens if she's bored and around wands," I said.
"Oh, don't remind me. I'll… take her to the zoo," Abby replied, thinking fast.
"The zoo?"
"Yeah, why? What's wrong?" Abby asked.
I quickly hid a laugh, and answered, "Nothing, nothing. It's just, you took her to the zoo last time she was over here, and she blew up the fountain."
"Oh, yeah. I'll think of something," Abby said, and bit her lip.
I grinned, and stood up, carrying my cup back to the sink.
"Besides, wasn't she banned for life?" I asked.
"Yeah. She was also grounded for a week, and got a warning from the ministry," Abby answered.
"Tsk, tsk, little girls and wands do not mix," I said.
Abby nodded, and laughed, adding, "Did you know her rolemodel is Sirius?"
I nodded, laughing as well, saying, "Remember when she asked him for his autograph?"
"Big mistake. His ego grew about three sizes, and I don't think it can get any larger!" Abby cried.
"Oh, I'm hurt!"
"Hi, Sirius," Abby and I chorused, not even having to turn around to know Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter were standing in the doorway.
"Hello, girls," the boys answered.
"Hey, James, Remus, Peter," Abby and I added.
"Ooh, toast! My favorite!" Sirius cried, and grabbed the last two pieces of the plate.
I walked over and kissed James lightly on the lips in greeting.
"Good morning," I said.
"'Morning," James replied.
"What were you guys talking about?" Remus asked, sitting down in one of the chairs.
"Abby's little sister, Janie, and her obsession with Sirius," I answered, walking back over to the sink while the boys sat down.
"I know, I just love my fan club," Sirius said, and grinned, leaning back in his chair.
"Stop being so cocky," Abby told him, slapping the piece of toast out of his hand, "Besides, only Janie is stupid enough to worship you."
"You forgot, she also worships the ground I walk on," Sirius added.
Abby rolled her eyes.
"Where are we going?" I asked, looking up from the dishes.
"The Potter household," Sirius said, "Not to be confused with Lily and James' house."
"Sirius!"
"James' parents are having a big cook out for a whole bunch of people. They made James promise to come," Remus explained.
"And you're making us come?" Abby cried.
"Of course. I can't stand being around all these old witches and wizards exclaiming about how much I've grown," James said, and shuddered, "So, if I bring all of you guys, my parents will be delighted and I won't be bored."
"They won't mind?" Abby asked.
"Not in the least, huh, Lils?" James asked.
"His parents love company," I said, "Trust me. The first time he brought me to see them they practicly threw a party."
"They did throw a party," James protested, "We just went out to dinner instead. Those old witches and wizards smell up the house."
We laughed.
An hour later we apparated into the Potter's front yard. When I opened my eyes I heard complete silence.
There was no one there.
The huge house loomed in front of us, silent and still.
Then I looked above it. The Dark Mark floated fluidly in the air above the house. I blinked, and opened my eyes. It was still there.
I reached for James hand, and found it. It was sweaty, and cold to the touch.
"James…" I whispered.
James suddenly jerked forward, and started running towards the house. My hand was still in his. I followed.
"James! Lil!" I heard Abby yell.
"Prongs! Lils!" I heard Sirius yell.
If James heard them, he was oblivious. I couldn't see his face, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. I could picture the fear and pain that was probably etched on his face.
James pushed on the door, and I was surprised to see it was slightly open. The hallway was lit, and I could see the doors off it open, and the staircase leading to the second floor. Everything was still.
"James…" I whispered.
James ran into one of the rooms, leaving me in the hallway. I paused for a moment, hearing his footsteps break the sad silence that lay over the house. I sighed, and walked through the door he had ran through.
I saw him standing in another doorway, his back to me. I walked over, and put my hand in his.
"James…" I repeated.
He was staring into the room. I followed his gaze. In the middle of the room, sprawled on the floor, were his parents. They were dressed for the cook out. His mother's ageless face was frozen in a look of fear. His father's face was frozen in a look of surprise. Their eyes were still open, staring into oblivion, although they could no longer see.
"James… It's going to be allright," I whispered.
James put his arms around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I heard our friends run in and see the Potters.
An hour later Ministry wizards flocked around the house. My friends and I sat outside; I was still holding James' hand.
We were silent, watching. James was staring hard at the beautiful brick house. I was glancing around.
"Mr. Potter," someone called.
I turned to see who it was, as we all did. James stood, and, still holding my hand, walked over while I was tugged along.
"We've examined your parents' bodies. We're pretty sure it's murder, using the Death Curse," the man told us, "We're also pretty sure we know who did it."
They didn't say the person's name, but James and I both knew it anyway. Voldemort.
"Thank you," James whispered, and nodded.
We walked back to the group.
"Why don't you guys go home? You all look exhausted," James suggested.
"James, I'd rather be here, with you," I said.
"I'll be fine. It's just it must be so boring for you, and I won't be here long, I'll be back soon," James said.
"James, I'll stay here as long as you're here," I insisted.
"Lils, James is right, we probably should go home. James will call you later, right?" Abby asked.
James nodded, and said, "I'll be fine."
After five minutes of debating my friends and I apparated home.
That evening I sat on the couch in our living room, wrapped in a blanket and not talking.
"I just finished talking to my parents. They said they'll change their plans so Janie can come over Thursday instead," Abby told me.
"James isn't back yet," I whispered.
"How do you know?" Abby asked, throwing herself on the couch beside me.
"He would have called," I answered.
"Well, I've been on the phone. Maybe he tried to call," Abby suggested.
I shook my head, and said, "No, you know James. If he can't call he just comes over, unannounced. I'm worried about him."
"Why?" Abby asked.
"I remember when my parents died, in that car crash. I was devestated. I wanted to just stop living. But you guys convinced me to keep going. Plus, James was there to help me through," I answered.
"And you're here for James," Abby told me.
"That's the problem. You know James, he doesn't like people to help him," I said.
"I wouldn't worry. There's always Sirius, Remus, and Peter," Abby assured me.
There was a moment of silence, as I stared at the wall.
"They were such nice people," I whispered, "They were always very nice to me."
"Yeah, they were," Abby agreed.
I went over to the boy's apartment the next day. Sirius, Remus, and Peter were in the kitchen.
"Hi, Lils," they said as I came in.
"Hi, guys. Where's James?" I asked.
"Sleeping. He didn't get home until past midnight last night," Remus answered.
I nodded, and Vic sat down on their counter. I looked towards the living room, and said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to go talk to James."
"Good luck," Sirius whispered.
"Maybe he'll talk to you. He hasn't even opened the door for us," Remus told me, and shrugged.
I walked into the living room, and to the door that led to James' room. I knocked quietly.
"James? It's me, Lily. I came to see if you're okay," I said, and waited.
The door did not open. There was no sound from the room. I pressed my ear to the room. I couldn't hear a thing. I knocked again, lightly. Not even the sound of a whisper.
I took out my wand and tapped the door.
"Alohamora," I whispered.
I tried the door again. It was still locked.
"James, I'm going to be in the kitchen. If you need me, just yell," I said, and went back to the kitchen.
"Any luck?" Vic asked.
"No," I answered, "He used a locking charm. Not even the unlocking charm would open it."
I sat down next to Vic.
"Did he talk to you guys when he came home?" I asked.
"Nope. Peter here was sleeping, but Remus and I were awake. He just walked into his room and locked the door," Sirius answered.
I sighed.
"He'll be allright, Lils," Vic told me.
I nodded.
The funeral was set for Wednesday. When I woke up I dressed in plain black robes, and Vic and I apparated to the graveyard. I'd talked to James the day before, and he was better. When we got there, we found everyone waiting. Even Sirius was quiet. I stood next to James throughout the funeral, occasionally holding his hand. After the last bit of dirt was thrown over their graves, people set flowers down. I set the red roses, which I knew were Mrs. Potter's favorite, on both their graves.
People gradually began to leave, giving James a few words each. Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Vic had sat down in chairs, and were actually keeping quiet.
Eventually, it was only Sirius, Remus, Peter, Vic, James, one of James' uncles, and me left.
"James, this must have been a hard day for you. It was for me. Somehow, seeing my older brother and his wife laid in a grave made me think," his uncle said.
James merely nodded.
"And who's this?" his uncle asked, motioning to me.
"This is Lily Evans, my girlfriend," James explained.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Evans," his uncle said.
"As am I, Mr. Potter," I whispered.
There was a moment of silence, and I knew James' uncle was deep in thought. I knew so because his brow furrowed as James' did when he was thinking. Another one of those family quirks.
"James, may I speak to you for a moment, privately?" his uncle asked.
James nodded.
"I'll be with Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Vic," I said.
I sat down beside my friends and watched as James walked away with his uncle, their backs to us.
Same time
As told by James Potter
Uncle David and I walked along the path for a few moments in silence. Finally, when we were well away from the others, Uncle David led me over to a bench.
The bench was of stone, with "In Memory of Carla Hudson, beloved mother, sister, and daughter" written on it.
We sat down.
"That girlfriend of your's, Lily, sounds very nice," Uncle David said, uneasily.
"Yes, she is," I said, unsure of where this was leading.
"And very beautiful," Uncle David added, as an afterthought.
"Er…" I whispered.
"She reminds me of you're mother," Uncle David said.
"She does?" I asked.
"Yes. Your mother was just like that," Uncle David told me, not even looking at me, but, instead, looking at the trees around us.
The word "was" fell down on me. "Was". Not "is", "was".
"Your mother was like Lily, once. Young, beautiful… innocent," Uncle David whispered. "Do you love Lily?"
I sat there for a moment, with no idea what my uncle was getting at.
"Yes," I said, "I love Lily. Why?"
"James, do you want Lily to end up like your mother?" Uncle David asked.
I blinked, and stared at him. Uncle David sighed.
He quickly reworded his sentence, "What I mean is, James, you know that You-know-who has it in for our family. He'll probably be coming after you next, and if not then, soon. Lily will end up like your mother. Your mother was only dead because she was married to your father. Lily will be killed with you."
I blinked again, trying not to see the truth in his words.
"James, if you really love Lily, you won't let her get caught up in this," Uncle David told me.
He was right. He was right, and I hated his truth. But he was right.
I stood up, and knew what I had to do.
"Thank you, Uncle David," I said.
Uncle David nodded.
I walked back to where my friends were waiting, not wanting any of this to be real. Any of it.
A/N- how did you all like it? This kind of thing has probably been done before, but, oh well. Anyways, if you guys liked it I'll continue. If not, then I won't. So, REVIEW!!! Thanks a ton!
Any additional comments can be reached to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
Thanks, and remember, L/J FOREVER!
Disclamer- Honestly, I own nothing. It all belongs to the great Harry Potter people!
Hurt Her to Save Her
It was Saturday morning, a rather nice morning. I sighed, and rolled over in bed. I could hear the water running in the shower, and Abby's singing.
She had a pretty voice, but she sounded awful in the shower.
Abby and I had been best friends since our first year in Hogwarts. We did everything together, and once we graduated we bought a two story town house with two bedrooms on the second floor with a bathroom, and a living room and kitchen downstairs. We both worked at the Ministry of Magic, in one of the most boring (in my opinon) departments.
"Lils!" Abby yelled, coming into my room drying her hair, "I used all the warm water, so you'll have to wait a bit before you take a shower."
"Abby!" I cried.
Abby smiled, and I heard her going downstairs.
I groaned, and got out of bed. My red hair was in disaray, again, and I still had sleep in my eyes.
An hour later I entered the kitchen, showered and dressed. Abby was sitting at the table, eating toast.
"The boys will be here in a half an hour, Lily," Abby told me, without even looking up, "You need to get up earlier."
"And you need to stop singing in the shower. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called about it yet," I replied, and sat down, stealing some of Abby's toast.
Abby rolled her eyes, and said, "Anyways, my parents called. They wanted to know if we could watch Janie tomorrow afternoon. I said she was 12, and therefore completely capable of taking care of herself, but they still wanted her to come over. I told them we would."
"What time?" I asked.
"Noon to six," Abby answered.
"James and I are going out to lunch," I said. "But we won't be gone long."
Abby groaned, and stood up to bring her dish to the sink.
"You two spend too much time together. Honestly, I don't think there's a waking moment you two aren't together. No, correction, any moment you two aren't together or thinking about each other," Abby said.
"That's not true. And dare I remind you of Walter Drains, from sixth year?" I asked. "You talk in your sleep, and you said a bit too much for us."
Abby gagged, and said, "Oh, you will never forget that, will you?"
"Of course not," I answered.
"How did the subject turn from you and James Potter to me and Walter Drains?" Abby asked.
"Back to Janie, what are you planning on doing with her? You know what happens if she's bored and around wands," I said.
"Oh, don't remind me. I'll… take her to the zoo," Abby replied, thinking fast.
"The zoo?"
"Yeah, why? What's wrong?" Abby asked.
I quickly hid a laugh, and answered, "Nothing, nothing. It's just, you took her to the zoo last time she was over here, and she blew up the fountain."
"Oh, yeah. I'll think of something," Abby said, and bit her lip.
I grinned, and stood up, carrying my cup back to the sink.
"Besides, wasn't she banned for life?" I asked.
"Yeah. She was also grounded for a week, and got a warning from the ministry," Abby answered.
"Tsk, tsk, little girls and wands do not mix," I said.
Abby nodded, and laughed, adding, "Did you know her rolemodel is Sirius?"
I nodded, laughing as well, saying, "Remember when she asked him for his autograph?"
"Big mistake. His ego grew about three sizes, and I don't think it can get any larger!" Abby cried.
"Oh, I'm hurt!"
"Hi, Sirius," Abby and I chorused, not even having to turn around to know Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter were standing in the doorway.
"Hello, girls," the boys answered.
"Hey, James, Remus, Peter," Abby and I added.
"Ooh, toast! My favorite!" Sirius cried, and grabbed the last two pieces of the plate.
I walked over and kissed James lightly on the lips in greeting.
"Good morning," I said.
"'Morning," James replied.
"What were you guys talking about?" Remus asked, sitting down in one of the chairs.
"Abby's little sister, Janie, and her obsession with Sirius," I answered, walking back over to the sink while the boys sat down.
"I know, I just love my fan club," Sirius said, and grinned, leaning back in his chair.
"Stop being so cocky," Abby told him, slapping the piece of toast out of his hand, "Besides, only Janie is stupid enough to worship you."
"You forgot, she also worships the ground I walk on," Sirius added.
Abby rolled her eyes.
"Where are we going?" I asked, looking up from the dishes.
"The Potter household," Sirius said, "Not to be confused with Lily and James' house."
"Sirius!"
"James' parents are having a big cook out for a whole bunch of people. They made James promise to come," Remus explained.
"And you're making us come?" Abby cried.
"Of course. I can't stand being around all these old witches and wizards exclaiming about how much I've grown," James said, and shuddered, "So, if I bring all of you guys, my parents will be delighted and I won't be bored."
"They won't mind?" Abby asked.
"Not in the least, huh, Lils?" James asked.
"His parents love company," I said, "Trust me. The first time he brought me to see them they practicly threw a party."
"They did throw a party," James protested, "We just went out to dinner instead. Those old witches and wizards smell up the house."
We laughed.
An hour later we apparated into the Potter's front yard. When I opened my eyes I heard complete silence.
There was no one there.
The huge house loomed in front of us, silent and still.
Then I looked above it. The Dark Mark floated fluidly in the air above the house. I blinked, and opened my eyes. It was still there.
I reached for James hand, and found it. It was sweaty, and cold to the touch.
"James…" I whispered.
James suddenly jerked forward, and started running towards the house. My hand was still in his. I followed.
"James! Lil!" I heard Abby yell.
"Prongs! Lils!" I heard Sirius yell.
If James heard them, he was oblivious. I couldn't see his face, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. I could picture the fear and pain that was probably etched on his face.
James pushed on the door, and I was surprised to see it was slightly open. The hallway was lit, and I could see the doors off it open, and the staircase leading to the second floor. Everything was still.
"James…" I whispered.
James ran into one of the rooms, leaving me in the hallway. I paused for a moment, hearing his footsteps break the sad silence that lay over the house. I sighed, and walked through the door he had ran through.
I saw him standing in another doorway, his back to me. I walked over, and put my hand in his.
"James…" I repeated.
He was staring into the room. I followed his gaze. In the middle of the room, sprawled on the floor, were his parents. They were dressed for the cook out. His mother's ageless face was frozen in a look of fear. His father's face was frozen in a look of surprise. Their eyes were still open, staring into oblivion, although they could no longer see.
"James… It's going to be allright," I whispered.
James put his arms around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I heard our friends run in and see the Potters.
An hour later Ministry wizards flocked around the house. My friends and I sat outside; I was still holding James' hand.
We were silent, watching. James was staring hard at the beautiful brick house. I was glancing around.
"Mr. Potter," someone called.
I turned to see who it was, as we all did. James stood, and, still holding my hand, walked over while I was tugged along.
"We've examined your parents' bodies. We're pretty sure it's murder, using the Death Curse," the man told us, "We're also pretty sure we know who did it."
They didn't say the person's name, but James and I both knew it anyway. Voldemort.
"Thank you," James whispered, and nodded.
We walked back to the group.
"Why don't you guys go home? You all look exhausted," James suggested.
"James, I'd rather be here, with you," I said.
"I'll be fine. It's just it must be so boring for you, and I won't be here long, I'll be back soon," James said.
"James, I'll stay here as long as you're here," I insisted.
"Lils, James is right, we probably should go home. James will call you later, right?" Abby asked.
James nodded, and said, "I'll be fine."
After five minutes of debating my friends and I apparated home.
That evening I sat on the couch in our living room, wrapped in a blanket and not talking.
"I just finished talking to my parents. They said they'll change their plans so Janie can come over Thursday instead," Abby told me.
"James isn't back yet," I whispered.
"How do you know?" Abby asked, throwing herself on the couch beside me.
"He would have called," I answered.
"Well, I've been on the phone. Maybe he tried to call," Abby suggested.
I shook my head, and said, "No, you know James. If he can't call he just comes over, unannounced. I'm worried about him."
"Why?" Abby asked.
"I remember when my parents died, in that car crash. I was devestated. I wanted to just stop living. But you guys convinced me to keep going. Plus, James was there to help me through," I answered.
"And you're here for James," Abby told me.
"That's the problem. You know James, he doesn't like people to help him," I said.
"I wouldn't worry. There's always Sirius, Remus, and Peter," Abby assured me.
There was a moment of silence, as I stared at the wall.
"They were such nice people," I whispered, "They were always very nice to me."
"Yeah, they were," Abby agreed.
I went over to the boy's apartment the next day. Sirius, Remus, and Peter were in the kitchen.
"Hi, Lils," they said as I came in.
"Hi, guys. Where's James?" I asked.
"Sleeping. He didn't get home until past midnight last night," Remus answered.
I nodded, and Vic sat down on their counter. I looked towards the living room, and said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to go talk to James."
"Good luck," Sirius whispered.
"Maybe he'll talk to you. He hasn't even opened the door for us," Remus told me, and shrugged.
I walked into the living room, and to the door that led to James' room. I knocked quietly.
"James? It's me, Lily. I came to see if you're okay," I said, and waited.
The door did not open. There was no sound from the room. I pressed my ear to the room. I couldn't hear a thing. I knocked again, lightly. Not even the sound of a whisper.
I took out my wand and tapped the door.
"Alohamora," I whispered.
I tried the door again. It was still locked.
"James, I'm going to be in the kitchen. If you need me, just yell," I said, and went back to the kitchen.
"Any luck?" Vic asked.
"No," I answered, "He used a locking charm. Not even the unlocking charm would open it."
I sat down next to Vic.
"Did he talk to you guys when he came home?" I asked.
"Nope. Peter here was sleeping, but Remus and I were awake. He just walked into his room and locked the door," Sirius answered.
I sighed.
"He'll be allright, Lils," Vic told me.
I nodded.
The funeral was set for Wednesday. When I woke up I dressed in plain black robes, and Vic and I apparated to the graveyard. I'd talked to James the day before, and he was better. When we got there, we found everyone waiting. Even Sirius was quiet. I stood next to James throughout the funeral, occasionally holding his hand. After the last bit of dirt was thrown over their graves, people set flowers down. I set the red roses, which I knew were Mrs. Potter's favorite, on both their graves.
People gradually began to leave, giving James a few words each. Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Vic had sat down in chairs, and were actually keeping quiet.
Eventually, it was only Sirius, Remus, Peter, Vic, James, one of James' uncles, and me left.
"James, this must have been a hard day for you. It was for me. Somehow, seeing my older brother and his wife laid in a grave made me think," his uncle said.
James merely nodded.
"And who's this?" his uncle asked, motioning to me.
"This is Lily Evans, my girlfriend," James explained.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Evans," his uncle said.
"As am I, Mr. Potter," I whispered.
There was a moment of silence, and I knew James' uncle was deep in thought. I knew so because his brow furrowed as James' did when he was thinking. Another one of those family quirks.
"James, may I speak to you for a moment, privately?" his uncle asked.
James nodded.
"I'll be with Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Vic," I said.
I sat down beside my friends and watched as James walked away with his uncle, their backs to us.
Same time
As told by James Potter
Uncle David and I walked along the path for a few moments in silence. Finally, when we were well away from the others, Uncle David led me over to a bench.
The bench was of stone, with "In Memory of Carla Hudson, beloved mother, sister, and daughter" written on it.
We sat down.
"That girlfriend of your's, Lily, sounds very nice," Uncle David said, uneasily.
"Yes, she is," I said, unsure of where this was leading.
"And very beautiful," Uncle David added, as an afterthought.
"Er…" I whispered.
"She reminds me of you're mother," Uncle David said.
"She does?" I asked.
"Yes. Your mother was just like that," Uncle David told me, not even looking at me, but, instead, looking at the trees around us.
The word "was" fell down on me. "Was". Not "is", "was".
"Your mother was like Lily, once. Young, beautiful… innocent," Uncle David whispered. "Do you love Lily?"
I sat there for a moment, with no idea what my uncle was getting at.
"Yes," I said, "I love Lily. Why?"
"James, do you want Lily to end up like your mother?" Uncle David asked.
I blinked, and stared at him. Uncle David sighed.
He quickly reworded his sentence, "What I mean is, James, you know that You-know-who has it in for our family. He'll probably be coming after you next, and if not then, soon. Lily will end up like your mother. Your mother was only dead because she was married to your father. Lily will be killed with you."
I blinked again, trying not to see the truth in his words.
"James, if you really love Lily, you won't let her get caught up in this," Uncle David told me.
He was right. He was right, and I hated his truth. But he was right.
I stood up, and knew what I had to do.
"Thank you, Uncle David," I said.
Uncle David nodded.
I walked back to where my friends were waiting, not wanting any of this to be real. Any of it.
A/N- how did you all like it? This kind of thing has probably been done before, but, oh well. Anyways, if you guys liked it I'll continue. If not, then I won't. So, REVIEW!!! Thanks a ton!
Any additional comments can be reached to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
Thanks, and remember, L/J FOREVER!