Night Star
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Ms. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all of its including characters.
Thanks to: sirius' lover dropped rose marauder lady fuchsia marzoog Demonstar
Night Star
Lily tugged hatefully at the delicate necklace at her throat, "I hate this thing!"
Lily reached for the clasp at the back, and was about to undo it when Ora stopped her, "Lily, no!"
She looked back defiantly, "Why not? All this thing has done is ruin my life. It's ruined everything."
Ora looked at her gently, "If the Star came to you, then there must be a reason why. Maybe you're meant to have it. Maybe all of this was meant to happen. Magical objects like these don't just choose anyone, and the Star chose you."
"Maybe so," Lily replied, "But if this stupid thing hadn't suddenly dropped into my life, I'd still have James."
"Lily, maybe you should just forgive him," Ora suggested.
Lily snorted, "As if. Why should I take him back after all those things he did. After all, I've got Aramis now."
"I didn't say you had to take him back, just forgive him. He's been going around all week looking like hell frozen over. Just forgive him, and maybe he'll be able to get on with his life."
"A good point," Lily agreed, then lowered her voice so Aramis, who was positioned outside her door couldn't her, "But-but what if I want him back?"
"You really mustn't Lily," Ora cautioned, "He broke your heart once, don't let it happen again."
"You're right, now, how shall I go about it?"
"I don't know. I've never been in this kind of situation before."
"I'll send him a note," Lily decided, and pulled out a bit of parchment. A few minutes later, Lily had finished, and searched about the room.
"What are you looking for?" Ora asked, puzzled.
'Something.aha!" Lily brandished a feather, and muttered a few things under her breath. Within a moment, the white feather had changed to become a beautiful white dove. Holding up a fallen leaf, Lily transfigured that into a little olive branch.
"Why the dove?"
"It's the muggle sign for peace," Lily explained, and once tying the note to the little bird's leg, and placing the branch in it's mouth, Lily set the little bird free out the window, with whispered instructions to 'Send it to James.'
Lily smiled thoughtfully at the departing dove, before raising her voice to call sweetly through the door, "You can come in now."
Aramis stepped in, while Ora stepped out. While wrapped up in another's arms, Lily thought of James, and whether he'd got her letter yet. Aramis's head came down, and his lips brushed hers. Lily closed her eyes, and saw nothing but James. In that split second, Lily knew that nothing, and no one could ever fill that void in her heart like he could. Never.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
James lay on his bed, contemplating life in general. And how much it sucked. Sitting up in bed suddenly to let the white dove that had floated through his window perch on his finger, he stroked the little dove's white feathers, and remembered how Lily would send letters to him with doves. Untying the note from the bird's leg, the dove hopped about on the bed for a moment before dropping the branch on the bed and flying away.
James admired the fine olive branch for a moment, then opened the letter.
James,
I know that after what we've been through, both of us must be hurt. I am writing to propose that we make up, or forgive each other. I am willing to forgive you on one condition: that we never meet again. The end of term is coming soon, and after that, every trace of what used to be 'us' will be obliterated. We will not speak, you will not send anymore notes, and we will never meet again once this year is over. We will go on with our lives, and there are other fish in the sea. I have someone new, and you must find someone else to love. I cannot say I won't miss you, but only bear in mind, that what we shared will always have a place in my heart, Good luck James, and all the best. Lily
James stared at the note for what seemed forever. He re-read it over, and over. You must find someone else to love. The written words smashed the fragments of his heart into a million pieces, she wasn't his anymore. Not that she'd been his since that horrible day. He'd lost her forever, she'd moved on. Just to make things worse, Sara sailed into the dorm cheerfully, before asking, "What's wrong?"
Receiving no answer, Sara took up the letter and read it. Her face contorted with jealousy, she threw the letter into the fire before speaking again, "Well, it doesn't matter. You've got me now."
James awakened from his stupor with a start, making a dash for the fire, and managed to pull what was left of the partially burnt letter. Placing it carefully in a little box, he was about to shut it when Sara darted forward and stopped him. Opening the wooden box, she saw several letters, all written in the same hand, each containing sweet little notes from 'his Lily.' At the bottom of the box, she found a little vial that held something that smelt like lilies, lavender, and waterfalls. "What is this?" she demanded hatefully.
James tried to shrug nonchalantly, as if the familial scent didn't mean anything, "It's nothing. Just a few things from when Lily and I were." He couldn't bring himself to say it, in love. When they'd been in love. Did this mean they didn't love each other anymore? It was hard to believe, that after a few short weeks of endless magic, their love was gone. A place in my heart. He smiled bitterly as he recalled the words, Is that all I am now? Just a place, that's all I have of her, a mere memory of what we shared.
"Well?" Sara's demanding voice snaps me back to the cruel reality. "You and that girl were?"
Trying to smile at the girl who'd latched herself onto him, self-declaring herself his girlfriend, "It's nothing. Just a little bottle."
Her calculating eyes knew better though, "Why do you keep these things? And why the scented stuff?"
Unable to help himself, he whispered, "It smells like her."
"IT SMELLS LIKE HER!!!" Sara screams frantically, "How could you?! I'm your girl, not HER, no anyone but me! How can you keep her letters, keep her perfume?! You!" Red in the face, Sara glared at him last time before storming out.
Why me? He thought tiredly.
Why must I be the one to suffer so much, why must we suffer so much to love. To love her would destroy us completely. As if it hadn't already.
Uncorking the still full vial, he took a deep breath in as the sweet aroma filled the room. Bitterly re-reading her letters, his mind was filled with thoughts of only lilies.
A/N: Done! Yay! R/R!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Ms. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all of its including characters.
Thanks to: sirius' lover dropped rose marauder lady fuchsia marzoog Demonstar
Night Star
Lily tugged hatefully at the delicate necklace at her throat, "I hate this thing!"
Lily reached for the clasp at the back, and was about to undo it when Ora stopped her, "Lily, no!"
She looked back defiantly, "Why not? All this thing has done is ruin my life. It's ruined everything."
Ora looked at her gently, "If the Star came to you, then there must be a reason why. Maybe you're meant to have it. Maybe all of this was meant to happen. Magical objects like these don't just choose anyone, and the Star chose you."
"Maybe so," Lily replied, "But if this stupid thing hadn't suddenly dropped into my life, I'd still have James."
"Lily, maybe you should just forgive him," Ora suggested.
Lily snorted, "As if. Why should I take him back after all those things he did. After all, I've got Aramis now."
"I didn't say you had to take him back, just forgive him. He's been going around all week looking like hell frozen over. Just forgive him, and maybe he'll be able to get on with his life."
"A good point," Lily agreed, then lowered her voice so Aramis, who was positioned outside her door couldn't her, "But-but what if I want him back?"
"You really mustn't Lily," Ora cautioned, "He broke your heart once, don't let it happen again."
"You're right, now, how shall I go about it?"
"I don't know. I've never been in this kind of situation before."
"I'll send him a note," Lily decided, and pulled out a bit of parchment. A few minutes later, Lily had finished, and searched about the room.
"What are you looking for?" Ora asked, puzzled.
'Something.aha!" Lily brandished a feather, and muttered a few things under her breath. Within a moment, the white feather had changed to become a beautiful white dove. Holding up a fallen leaf, Lily transfigured that into a little olive branch.
"Why the dove?"
"It's the muggle sign for peace," Lily explained, and once tying the note to the little bird's leg, and placing the branch in it's mouth, Lily set the little bird free out the window, with whispered instructions to 'Send it to James.'
Lily smiled thoughtfully at the departing dove, before raising her voice to call sweetly through the door, "You can come in now."
Aramis stepped in, while Ora stepped out. While wrapped up in another's arms, Lily thought of James, and whether he'd got her letter yet. Aramis's head came down, and his lips brushed hers. Lily closed her eyes, and saw nothing but James. In that split second, Lily knew that nothing, and no one could ever fill that void in her heart like he could. Never.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
James lay on his bed, contemplating life in general. And how much it sucked. Sitting up in bed suddenly to let the white dove that had floated through his window perch on his finger, he stroked the little dove's white feathers, and remembered how Lily would send letters to him with doves. Untying the note from the bird's leg, the dove hopped about on the bed for a moment before dropping the branch on the bed and flying away.
James admired the fine olive branch for a moment, then opened the letter.
James,
I know that after what we've been through, both of us must be hurt. I am writing to propose that we make up, or forgive each other. I am willing to forgive you on one condition: that we never meet again. The end of term is coming soon, and after that, every trace of what used to be 'us' will be obliterated. We will not speak, you will not send anymore notes, and we will never meet again once this year is over. We will go on with our lives, and there are other fish in the sea. I have someone new, and you must find someone else to love. I cannot say I won't miss you, but only bear in mind, that what we shared will always have a place in my heart, Good luck James, and all the best. Lily
James stared at the note for what seemed forever. He re-read it over, and over. You must find someone else to love. The written words smashed the fragments of his heart into a million pieces, she wasn't his anymore. Not that she'd been his since that horrible day. He'd lost her forever, she'd moved on. Just to make things worse, Sara sailed into the dorm cheerfully, before asking, "What's wrong?"
Receiving no answer, Sara took up the letter and read it. Her face contorted with jealousy, she threw the letter into the fire before speaking again, "Well, it doesn't matter. You've got me now."
James awakened from his stupor with a start, making a dash for the fire, and managed to pull what was left of the partially burnt letter. Placing it carefully in a little box, he was about to shut it when Sara darted forward and stopped him. Opening the wooden box, she saw several letters, all written in the same hand, each containing sweet little notes from 'his Lily.' At the bottom of the box, she found a little vial that held something that smelt like lilies, lavender, and waterfalls. "What is this?" she demanded hatefully.
James tried to shrug nonchalantly, as if the familial scent didn't mean anything, "It's nothing. Just a few things from when Lily and I were." He couldn't bring himself to say it, in love. When they'd been in love. Did this mean they didn't love each other anymore? It was hard to believe, that after a few short weeks of endless magic, their love was gone. A place in my heart. He smiled bitterly as he recalled the words, Is that all I am now? Just a place, that's all I have of her, a mere memory of what we shared.
"Well?" Sara's demanding voice snaps me back to the cruel reality. "You and that girl were?"
Trying to smile at the girl who'd latched herself onto him, self-declaring herself his girlfriend, "It's nothing. Just a little bottle."
Her calculating eyes knew better though, "Why do you keep these things? And why the scented stuff?"
Unable to help himself, he whispered, "It smells like her."
"IT SMELLS LIKE HER!!!" Sara screams frantically, "How could you?! I'm your girl, not HER, no anyone but me! How can you keep her letters, keep her perfume?! You!" Red in the face, Sara glared at him last time before storming out.
Why me? He thought tiredly.
Why must I be the one to suffer so much, why must we suffer so much to love. To love her would destroy us completely. As if it hadn't already.
Uncorking the still full vial, he took a deep breath in as the sweet aroma filled the room. Bitterly re-reading her letters, his mind was filled with thoughts of only lilies.
A/N: Done! Yay! R/R!