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As James finally made his way to the Astronomy tower, the site that greeted him would haunt his memories for the rest of his life.

Lily stood there, back to him, with a knife in her hands. If you looked closely, as James didn't, you would see that there was already blood on it.

"It all started in the summer before first year," Lily started, scaring James who didn't think that she knew he was there.

"I didn't even know that I was a witch then. I was a good child. I loved my parents. They loved me. We were a perfect family. Then that asshole Voldemort and his lame ass followers came one night. I was sitting in my room, reading a book, when those losers pop into my room out of nowhere. What was I supposed to think. I didn't know apparation existed." She took a pause to breath.

"Lily. . ."

"Shut up," Lily yelled. " I'm not done yet. After they came, they brought in my parents. My sister was out with friends that night, thank god. Well, Voldemort made a deal with me after a little demonstration. He put them under the Cruciatus Curse( I had to look in the book for the spelling of that) for so long, and while they were screaming in pain, they had this look in their eyes, like they would love me no matter what I had to do."

"What do you mean, 'no matter what you had to do'?" James asked, dreading the answer.

"I was given a choice, James. I continue to watch my parents writhe in pain on the floor, until they went crazy, or kill them."

A chilling silence filled the night sky, leaving James speechless.

"I killed them, James." Lily continued, "I killed my own parents. Not even under the Imperius Curse, I killed them of my own free will. It's my fault that they are dead. It's all my fault. I was trying to move on, James. And I had almost succeeded in convincing myself that I was worth living. And then you decided to play a prank on me. And the years of convincing were shattered. Thanks to you. I have you to thank for my death. Thank you James, for making me realize that I don't deserve to live. Thanks." Lily said as she finished her speech.

"Lily, don't do anything rash. Please." James pleaded. It was just then that he noticed the blood dripping from the knife, and the paleness of Lily's face.

Lily whispered out a last 'thanks', before she fell to the ground, James rushing to catch her before she hit her head.

What am I thinking, 'lets save her from hitting her head. She fucking bleeding to death here.

And James picked her up and ran as fast as he could to the Hospital Wing. The only thought in his mind besides 'Gotta save Lily' was

'It's all my fault.'