Night Star
Disclaimer: I'm not owning anything. Ms. Rowling owns it all, 'cept for like Ora, and the Night Star thinger.
Thanks to: Jasminegurl- you're predicting. Random letters demonstar
Night Star
"How could he do this to me?" Lily cried into her pillow, "I don't understand."
Ora patted her friend's shoulder to comfort her. "Guys aren't always easy to understand. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be."
Lily shot her an angry look, then relaxed, "Maybe it wasn't. But it felt so right. I really thought we could last forever."
"About what you did in there."
"I don't know what happened. One minute I was really mad, and the next I was holding this thing in my hand."
"Can you control it?"
"I think so." Lily concentrated, her brow furrowed, and she opened her hand. In a moment, a bright green blue thing appeared. Lily closed her hand again, "Wow."
"No kidding. I could feel the heat coming off that thing all way from over here. That thing is powerful Lily, imagine what you could do when you learn to control it."
"That's just the thing, I don't want to control it! Think of what it could do to the world, to me, to-no," she cut herself off suddenly, unwilling to think about the event in the library.
"I don't want to think about that now, Ora. Not now, it's too, real."
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and it opened to reveal a nervous looking James Potter.
Everyone in the room could feel the cold feeling that Lily seemed to radiate all of a sudden. James asked, almost shyly, "Ora, could you leave us alone?"
Ora shot a quick look at her friend, and after receiving a quick nod from Lily, she stood and walked out, pausing only to shoot a quick glare at the boy by the door. James sat lightly beside her, and she immediately jerked away, as if the air that surrounded him would hurt her. "We have nothing to talk about," she said coldly, her voice could have frozen the sun.
They sat in silence for a moment, before James broke it with, "I'm sorry."
Lily jerked again, her back becoming board-like, without looking at him, she replied, "I'm afraid sorry simply isn't going to cut it Potter." She hissed the last word, with all the force of her anger and the hurt of a broken heart.
"Lily, no."
"Don't!" he voice rose shrilly, "Get out of here, don't ever come back. Don't hold my hand, don't carry my books, don't wait for me after class, just DON'T!"
James stood, the look on his face crushed her. She wanted to hold him, and tell him it was alright, it didn't mean anything. She also wanted to slap him, hurt him the way he'd hurt her.
Her head bowed, she spoke again, "Leave. Leave now."
As the door shut quietly behind him, she released her hold on herself, and let the tears fall. After what felt like hours, she heard Ora return, and she finally had a shoulder to cry on.
Hours later.
She couldn't sleep. It was as if the image of James and Sara had been magically glued to the inside of her eyelids. Every time she closed them, that horrible picture would come back, a terrifying reality of seeing them together. She sat by the window where they'd first flown together, and stared out at the seemingly endless night. A particular whim striking her, she reached for the broom that stood nearby, and set out into the night.
She landed lightly on the crown of her tree, deep in the Forbidden forest. (A/N: You guys remember that one, right?)
Back again? Her tree friend asked silently. "Yeah," she answered. Letting herself be shrouded by Fedora's dark leaves, she leaned against the aged bark, and let it all out.
When she finished, Fedora pulled her branches together, to make a hammock in which she swayed Lily back and forth, Do you love him?
"No. Yes, oh I don't know. Part of me wants to forgive him, and be with him, but then my brain kicks in and tells me what a fool I'm being, and that I shouldn't care about a jerk like him."
Oh Lily. Perhaps this Potter boy wasn't all he seemed. Follow what you think is right, and if that means forgetting about him, so be it.
As Fedora rocked her back and forth, Lily stared up at the stars above her, and thought, But what of my heart Fedora? What of my heart?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lily awoke the next morning to find the sun beginning to rise. She stretched, and the events of the previous day came rushing back. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, and made a whispered thanks to her tree friend. Feeling the cool rush of wind brushing against her skin somehow made her feel calmer, made her think clearer.
Staring at the still visible moon, she wondered what she would do, and Fedora's words echoed in her mind. She had a choice to make, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to make it.
She flew through the still open window of her dorm, and hovered for a moment before touching the ground. Looking around at her sleeping dorm mates, she stepped out onto the stairs, and made her way to the common room. Selecting a comfortable chair, she curled up with an Austen, and read by the fading embers of the night's fire.
As she stared at the printed words in her book, a million thoughts raced through her head. "Lily?"
Her head snapped up to see Ora's alert face staring back at her. "Aahh!" Lily yelled, jumping a considerable distance. She glared as Ora laughed at her, then both became sombre as they saw another person enter the room. Ora heard an agonized, "James," before hearing the same person speak again.
"Well then," Ora could practically hear the venom dripping off Lily's words, "What have we here?"
Ora could see James's drawn out face twist into an unreadable expression. Behind her, Lily shook her head dismissively, and spoke again, "Impertinent fool. Ora, let's go."
Lily spun on her heel, and left the common room. Ora cautiously approached the stricken boy and whispered quietly, "I can get her to the North Tower tonight, midnight. You may wish to be there." Without another word, Ora hurried through the portrait hole where Lily was waiting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(A/N: K, this story's getting weird.)
Midnight.
James could hear a distant clock striking the twelfth hour as he carefully climbed the steep stone steps that lead to the North Tower. Dong.Dong.it seemed to keep time with his racing heart. He carefully opened the old wooden door, remaining silent, to reveal the small rounded room.
James stepped quietly into the little room and saw Lily sitting by the only window, staring out into the sky, tears running down her face. James gazed at his lost love for a moment, enchanted at how beautiful she looked, even when her heart was broken. A nasty voice spoke inside of him, Yeah, but she wouldn't be heartbroken if it wasn't for YOU. His broken thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Lily's noticing that he was there. She glared at him for a moment, then James heard a voice come out from the shadows, "Shall I throw him out?"
This stranger stepped out of the shadows, and revealed himself to be a rather handsome young man, who, at the moment, looked particularly menacing. Lily quickly wiped her tears away, and stood powerfully, "No. Let us see what he wants."
"Who is he?" James asked, befuddled.
(A/N: I always wanted to use that word.)
Lily gestured mildly to her companion, "Him? Oh, Dumbledore thought I might need some protection, just in case, so here he is."
"Protection? I thought I was supposed to protect you?" James seemed to be unable to grasp the situation, and the look on his face made her want to rush back into his arms, and tell him it was all a joke, and-no.
She steeled her heart carefully before answering, "And you've done a marvellous job already," the sarcasm cutting bitterly.
"Lily, Sara and I-it was a mistake. I-I love you, and I want you back."
"Mr. Potter, I do believe the question is do I want you back," Lily lashed out viciously.
James stepped forward, and grabbed her wrist, trying to prevent her from leaving, and was shocked to remember the fact that he couldn't touch her, and grimaced when the pain hit him. Lily drew back sharply, and rubbed her wrist gingerly, and waited until the burn healed.
"Lily, you still love me. I know you do, or else why can I still not touch you? Lily?"
Lily drew herself up to her fullest height, which wasn't all too much beside him, and spoke haughtily, "Really? I wasn't aware of the fact I was still capable of that."
She laughed coldly, and said, "Well, if you have nothing more to say, then I think I will leave." Taking her new protector's hand, she made her way to partially open door, but did not escape James's next words.
"I love you Lily, I'll always love you."
Without looking back, she shot back, "And you've done a brilliant job of showing it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
She left quietly, and when James turned to look back, all he saw was her new bodyguard.
He spoke with a slight accent, unknown to James, "I am Aramis, Lily's new protector. I do suggest that you forget about her, because, hey, you had her, and then you lost her. And she's mine now." Aramis shot him a triumphant look, and a nasty smile before following Lily down the spiralling stairs.
Crushed, James sat on the window ledge, and figured he deserved it. After all, he'd done a horrible thing to her. His fingers touched something cold, a tiny pool of tears.
What had he done?
A/N: Yay! That chappie's done! R/R! (
Disclaimer: I'm not owning anything. Ms. Rowling owns it all, 'cept for like Ora, and the Night Star thinger.
Thanks to: Jasminegurl- you're predicting. Random letters demonstar
Night Star
"How could he do this to me?" Lily cried into her pillow, "I don't understand."
Ora patted her friend's shoulder to comfort her. "Guys aren't always easy to understand. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be."
Lily shot her an angry look, then relaxed, "Maybe it wasn't. But it felt so right. I really thought we could last forever."
"About what you did in there."
"I don't know what happened. One minute I was really mad, and the next I was holding this thing in my hand."
"Can you control it?"
"I think so." Lily concentrated, her brow furrowed, and she opened her hand. In a moment, a bright green blue thing appeared. Lily closed her hand again, "Wow."
"No kidding. I could feel the heat coming off that thing all way from over here. That thing is powerful Lily, imagine what you could do when you learn to control it."
"That's just the thing, I don't want to control it! Think of what it could do to the world, to me, to-no," she cut herself off suddenly, unwilling to think about the event in the library.
"I don't want to think about that now, Ora. Not now, it's too, real."
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and it opened to reveal a nervous looking James Potter.
Everyone in the room could feel the cold feeling that Lily seemed to radiate all of a sudden. James asked, almost shyly, "Ora, could you leave us alone?"
Ora shot a quick look at her friend, and after receiving a quick nod from Lily, she stood and walked out, pausing only to shoot a quick glare at the boy by the door. James sat lightly beside her, and she immediately jerked away, as if the air that surrounded him would hurt her. "We have nothing to talk about," she said coldly, her voice could have frozen the sun.
They sat in silence for a moment, before James broke it with, "I'm sorry."
Lily jerked again, her back becoming board-like, without looking at him, she replied, "I'm afraid sorry simply isn't going to cut it Potter." She hissed the last word, with all the force of her anger and the hurt of a broken heart.
"Lily, no."
"Don't!" he voice rose shrilly, "Get out of here, don't ever come back. Don't hold my hand, don't carry my books, don't wait for me after class, just DON'T!"
James stood, the look on his face crushed her. She wanted to hold him, and tell him it was alright, it didn't mean anything. She also wanted to slap him, hurt him the way he'd hurt her.
Her head bowed, she spoke again, "Leave. Leave now."
As the door shut quietly behind him, she released her hold on herself, and let the tears fall. After what felt like hours, she heard Ora return, and she finally had a shoulder to cry on.
Hours later.
She couldn't sleep. It was as if the image of James and Sara had been magically glued to the inside of her eyelids. Every time she closed them, that horrible picture would come back, a terrifying reality of seeing them together. She sat by the window where they'd first flown together, and stared out at the seemingly endless night. A particular whim striking her, she reached for the broom that stood nearby, and set out into the night.
She landed lightly on the crown of her tree, deep in the Forbidden forest. (A/N: You guys remember that one, right?)
Back again? Her tree friend asked silently. "Yeah," she answered. Letting herself be shrouded by Fedora's dark leaves, she leaned against the aged bark, and let it all out.
When she finished, Fedora pulled her branches together, to make a hammock in which she swayed Lily back and forth, Do you love him?
"No. Yes, oh I don't know. Part of me wants to forgive him, and be with him, but then my brain kicks in and tells me what a fool I'm being, and that I shouldn't care about a jerk like him."
Oh Lily. Perhaps this Potter boy wasn't all he seemed. Follow what you think is right, and if that means forgetting about him, so be it.
As Fedora rocked her back and forth, Lily stared up at the stars above her, and thought, But what of my heart Fedora? What of my heart?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lily awoke the next morning to find the sun beginning to rise. She stretched, and the events of the previous day came rushing back. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, and made a whispered thanks to her tree friend. Feeling the cool rush of wind brushing against her skin somehow made her feel calmer, made her think clearer.
Staring at the still visible moon, she wondered what she would do, and Fedora's words echoed in her mind. She had a choice to make, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to make it.
She flew through the still open window of her dorm, and hovered for a moment before touching the ground. Looking around at her sleeping dorm mates, she stepped out onto the stairs, and made her way to the common room. Selecting a comfortable chair, she curled up with an Austen, and read by the fading embers of the night's fire.
As she stared at the printed words in her book, a million thoughts raced through her head. "Lily?"
Her head snapped up to see Ora's alert face staring back at her. "Aahh!" Lily yelled, jumping a considerable distance. She glared as Ora laughed at her, then both became sombre as they saw another person enter the room. Ora heard an agonized, "James," before hearing the same person speak again.
"Well then," Ora could practically hear the venom dripping off Lily's words, "What have we here?"
Ora could see James's drawn out face twist into an unreadable expression. Behind her, Lily shook her head dismissively, and spoke again, "Impertinent fool. Ora, let's go."
Lily spun on her heel, and left the common room. Ora cautiously approached the stricken boy and whispered quietly, "I can get her to the North Tower tonight, midnight. You may wish to be there." Without another word, Ora hurried through the portrait hole where Lily was waiting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(A/N: K, this story's getting weird.)
Midnight.
James could hear a distant clock striking the twelfth hour as he carefully climbed the steep stone steps that lead to the North Tower. Dong.Dong.it seemed to keep time with his racing heart. He carefully opened the old wooden door, remaining silent, to reveal the small rounded room.
James stepped quietly into the little room and saw Lily sitting by the only window, staring out into the sky, tears running down her face. James gazed at his lost love for a moment, enchanted at how beautiful she looked, even when her heart was broken. A nasty voice spoke inside of him, Yeah, but she wouldn't be heartbroken if it wasn't for YOU. His broken thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Lily's noticing that he was there. She glared at him for a moment, then James heard a voice come out from the shadows, "Shall I throw him out?"
This stranger stepped out of the shadows, and revealed himself to be a rather handsome young man, who, at the moment, looked particularly menacing. Lily quickly wiped her tears away, and stood powerfully, "No. Let us see what he wants."
"Who is he?" James asked, befuddled.
(A/N: I always wanted to use that word.)
Lily gestured mildly to her companion, "Him? Oh, Dumbledore thought I might need some protection, just in case, so here he is."
"Protection? I thought I was supposed to protect you?" James seemed to be unable to grasp the situation, and the look on his face made her want to rush back into his arms, and tell him it was all a joke, and-no.
She steeled her heart carefully before answering, "And you've done a marvellous job already," the sarcasm cutting bitterly.
"Lily, Sara and I-it was a mistake. I-I love you, and I want you back."
"Mr. Potter, I do believe the question is do I want you back," Lily lashed out viciously.
James stepped forward, and grabbed her wrist, trying to prevent her from leaving, and was shocked to remember the fact that he couldn't touch her, and grimaced when the pain hit him. Lily drew back sharply, and rubbed her wrist gingerly, and waited until the burn healed.
"Lily, you still love me. I know you do, or else why can I still not touch you? Lily?"
Lily drew herself up to her fullest height, which wasn't all too much beside him, and spoke haughtily, "Really? I wasn't aware of the fact I was still capable of that."
She laughed coldly, and said, "Well, if you have nothing more to say, then I think I will leave." Taking her new protector's hand, she made her way to partially open door, but did not escape James's next words.
"I love you Lily, I'll always love you."
Without looking back, she shot back, "And you've done a brilliant job of showing it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
She left quietly, and when James turned to look back, all he saw was her new bodyguard.
He spoke with a slight accent, unknown to James, "I am Aramis, Lily's new protector. I do suggest that you forget about her, because, hey, you had her, and then you lost her. And she's mine now." Aramis shot him a triumphant look, and a nasty smile before following Lily down the spiralling stairs.
Crushed, James sat on the window ledge, and figured he deserved it. After all, he'd done a horrible thing to her. His fingers touched something cold, a tiny pool of tears.
What had he done?
A/N: Yay! That chappie's done! R/R! (