Night Star
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Night Star
Lily watched through the wings of the stage as James and Sara kissed, and someone conjured a cloud light golden sparkles to float around them. The pain she felt was unbearable. Time will heal your wounds, her friends had told her, but how could they know that time stood still without him?
Slipping out of a side door, unable to watch her play any longer, she sat on a cold wooden bench and stared at the unchanging stars. How she wished she could be like them. Never to change, but to be there forever. How she wished her relationship with James could have been like that.
*Flashback*
Lily felt warm and safe in James's tight embrace, and as they stared at the shooting stars, the twinkling lights above them, she wondered if this would last forever. If what they had could stand whatever life threw their way. She looked up into James's chocolate eyes and asked, "We'll last forever James, won't we?"
He nodded, knowing how much it meant to her, "Forever. Just like the stars. If you ever doubt our love Lily, if you ever wonder, just look to the stars. My love for you will be there, forever, just like the stars."
*End flashback*
And how many times had she looked to them for comfort, to remind herself that James's still cared, despite what had happened. She knew he cared, but if they got back together, that is, if he still wanted her and she him, it simply wouldn't work. They couldn't touch, and that fact alone had driven them apart once, never again. It was more than just being soul mates, and all that, it was the way he loved her. One of the few ways he could show her he loved her, the ineloquent guy he was. And she needed it too, need to feel his arms around her again, without worrying if he was touching her skin or not. By heart, and by soul, they'd been lovers forever, but in body, they were a million miles away.
Lily stood and dusted herself off, the play should be done soon. She entered the Hall again to see the cast going through their curtain calls. She'd missed it. Oh well, she'd had her 15 minutes in the spotlight, had her play. And now it was done. Watching from the corner as everyone slowly started to file out the huge doors, she made her way to the Gryffindor Tower. She needed some excitement and laughter after all that.
The portrait doorway opened up to reveal the expected party, complete with raided food, music and butter beer. Smiling graciously at the applause and congratulations that surrounded her, she took up a butter beer, hoping to drown her thoughts in the warm delicious substance. She noticed James sitting in the corner, looking just how she felt. Sitting down beside him, she took a sip of her butter beer before speaking, "What's up?"
He smiled at her, "We really did it?"
She smiled too, "Yeah." Then her gaze narrowed, "Now stop changing the subject. I know you James Potter, now what's up?"
"Nothing," he answered carefully, "I'm just tired."
She seemed to take his answer well, but if he knew Lily Evans at all, there was no way she'd let it go just like that. Oh well. She stood up and said, "Well, I'm tired, so I'll be getting to bed."
He nodded, "Me too. Mind if I escort you, my fair lady?"
She giggled, "Not at all, my fine man." And arm in arm, sleeve to glove, they made their way up tot he dorms. Little did they know that the moment they took each other's arm, the common room became deadly silent, then promptly erupted in gossip on the couple cursed with an impossible love as their doors closed.
As the party raged on below, Lily closed her eyes in sleep, sleep filled with senseless dreams.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I was running through a meadow, the flowers blurred like in a painting. The tall grass brushed at my legs, and I was going to him.
I reached an edge, and he was there, still the same, waiting for me.
He took my hand and we ran together through the fields until we reached a dark void. A distant voice called out from it's depths, and he began to step forward, to go to it.
"No!" I begged, "You mustn't go." I tightened my grip on his hand and a sudden, searing pains shot through me. He let go and ran off into the void. I followed, and my hands met nothing but air.
I looked around, and there was no void, nothing but vast open field.
"No," I cried, "No. Come back.come back."
The air was bitter cold now, and the long grass towered over me, I was so little.
I whispered to the wind, over and over, "Come back.please come back.you promised."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lily woke with a start, the early morning light streaming towards her bed. She shook uncontrollably as she remembered her dream from the night before. Even the warm early summer sun couldn't warm her. Slipping her gloves on, she stepped onto the cold stone floor, shivering at the touch. She brushed her hair out, and wiped away the remnants of the tears she'd shed without knowing.
Her eyes looked dull, but she could do nothing short of magic to fix that. Besides, she thought, they matched how she was feeling. She pulled on a robe dazedly, and entered the common room to be pulled into a tightly knit group in a corner.
She was suddenly part of a conversation about the ball, the one that was.TODAY?!?!
She gave a small squeal, which turned the attention of the girls from an impressive array of beauty magazine to herself. She blushed furiously, "I, um, forgot the ball's today."
With a shocking amount of squealing and giggling, she was herded back to her room, where an amazing quantity of friends fawned over her, magicking a dress together and planning her make-up.
Surrounded by a magnitude of girls, who had spread themselves around the room to plan their own make-up and attire, Lily was completely overwhelmed by the organised havoc that was taking place in her dorm room. Dazedly, she asked, "What time is it?"
Her answer came back after a moment's pause, "About 10."
Hearing the answer, Lily herself became caught up in the excitement and general airy atmosphere that had invaded her room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sirius clapped James on the back, "So, whatcha up to Jamsie-boy?"
James continued to scribble on a bit of parchment, while absently saying, "Don't call me Jamsie-boy." When Sirius tried to grab the parchment, however, James glared at him ferociously, and Sirius immediately assumed it had to do with James's 'Lily dear,' and backed off. James silently read a few line of what he'd written to himself. Perfect.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long, and this one's kinda short, but the next one should be longer. Thanks to everyone! Please Review!!!
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Night Star
Lily watched through the wings of the stage as James and Sara kissed, and someone conjured a cloud light golden sparkles to float around them. The pain she felt was unbearable. Time will heal your wounds, her friends had told her, but how could they know that time stood still without him?
Slipping out of a side door, unable to watch her play any longer, she sat on a cold wooden bench and stared at the unchanging stars. How she wished she could be like them. Never to change, but to be there forever. How she wished her relationship with James could have been like that.
*Flashback*
Lily felt warm and safe in James's tight embrace, and as they stared at the shooting stars, the twinkling lights above them, she wondered if this would last forever. If what they had could stand whatever life threw their way. She looked up into James's chocolate eyes and asked, "We'll last forever James, won't we?"
He nodded, knowing how much it meant to her, "Forever. Just like the stars. If you ever doubt our love Lily, if you ever wonder, just look to the stars. My love for you will be there, forever, just like the stars."
*End flashback*
And how many times had she looked to them for comfort, to remind herself that James's still cared, despite what had happened. She knew he cared, but if they got back together, that is, if he still wanted her and she him, it simply wouldn't work. They couldn't touch, and that fact alone had driven them apart once, never again. It was more than just being soul mates, and all that, it was the way he loved her. One of the few ways he could show her he loved her, the ineloquent guy he was. And she needed it too, need to feel his arms around her again, without worrying if he was touching her skin or not. By heart, and by soul, they'd been lovers forever, but in body, they were a million miles away.
Lily stood and dusted herself off, the play should be done soon. She entered the Hall again to see the cast going through their curtain calls. She'd missed it. Oh well, she'd had her 15 minutes in the spotlight, had her play. And now it was done. Watching from the corner as everyone slowly started to file out the huge doors, she made her way to the Gryffindor Tower. She needed some excitement and laughter after all that.
The portrait doorway opened up to reveal the expected party, complete with raided food, music and butter beer. Smiling graciously at the applause and congratulations that surrounded her, she took up a butter beer, hoping to drown her thoughts in the warm delicious substance. She noticed James sitting in the corner, looking just how she felt. Sitting down beside him, she took a sip of her butter beer before speaking, "What's up?"
He smiled at her, "We really did it?"
She smiled too, "Yeah." Then her gaze narrowed, "Now stop changing the subject. I know you James Potter, now what's up?"
"Nothing," he answered carefully, "I'm just tired."
She seemed to take his answer well, but if he knew Lily Evans at all, there was no way she'd let it go just like that. Oh well. She stood up and said, "Well, I'm tired, so I'll be getting to bed."
He nodded, "Me too. Mind if I escort you, my fair lady?"
She giggled, "Not at all, my fine man." And arm in arm, sleeve to glove, they made their way up tot he dorms. Little did they know that the moment they took each other's arm, the common room became deadly silent, then promptly erupted in gossip on the couple cursed with an impossible love as their doors closed.
As the party raged on below, Lily closed her eyes in sleep, sleep filled with senseless dreams.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I was running through a meadow, the flowers blurred like in a painting. The tall grass brushed at my legs, and I was going to him.
I reached an edge, and he was there, still the same, waiting for me.
He took my hand and we ran together through the fields until we reached a dark void. A distant voice called out from it's depths, and he began to step forward, to go to it.
"No!" I begged, "You mustn't go." I tightened my grip on his hand and a sudden, searing pains shot through me. He let go and ran off into the void. I followed, and my hands met nothing but air.
I looked around, and there was no void, nothing but vast open field.
"No," I cried, "No. Come back.come back."
The air was bitter cold now, and the long grass towered over me, I was so little.
I whispered to the wind, over and over, "Come back.please come back.you promised."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lily woke with a start, the early morning light streaming towards her bed. She shook uncontrollably as she remembered her dream from the night before. Even the warm early summer sun couldn't warm her. Slipping her gloves on, she stepped onto the cold stone floor, shivering at the touch. She brushed her hair out, and wiped away the remnants of the tears she'd shed without knowing.
Her eyes looked dull, but she could do nothing short of magic to fix that. Besides, she thought, they matched how she was feeling. She pulled on a robe dazedly, and entered the common room to be pulled into a tightly knit group in a corner.
She was suddenly part of a conversation about the ball, the one that was.TODAY?!?!
She gave a small squeal, which turned the attention of the girls from an impressive array of beauty magazine to herself. She blushed furiously, "I, um, forgot the ball's today."
With a shocking amount of squealing and giggling, she was herded back to her room, where an amazing quantity of friends fawned over her, magicking a dress together and planning her make-up.
Surrounded by a magnitude of girls, who had spread themselves around the room to plan their own make-up and attire, Lily was completely overwhelmed by the organised havoc that was taking place in her dorm room. Dazedly, she asked, "What time is it?"
Her answer came back after a moment's pause, "About 10."
Hearing the answer, Lily herself became caught up in the excitement and general airy atmosphere that had invaded her room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sirius clapped James on the back, "So, whatcha up to Jamsie-boy?"
James continued to scribble on a bit of parchment, while absently saying, "Don't call me Jamsie-boy." When Sirius tried to grab the parchment, however, James glared at him ferociously, and Sirius immediately assumed it had to do with James's 'Lily dear,' and backed off. James silently read a few line of what he'd written to himself. Perfect.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long, and this one's kinda short, but the next one should be longer. Thanks to everyone! Please Review!!!