I KNOW LILY"S LAST NAME IS EVANS!! IT WILL ALL BE EXPLAINED FURTHER AND READ CH 4 BEFORE YOU TELL ME THAT JAMES"S LAST NAME IS POTTER!!! Thank you and don't forget to R/R.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Everything belongs to the wonderful mind of JK Rowling. May she finish the fifth book in two weeks JJ
~~~~Angel Eyes~~~~
~~~~Chapter Three: Living a Lie~~~~
Lily awoke late the next morning feeling very hot and sick. It was difficult and merely impossible for her to focus eyes. The violet shades of objects in her room kept swirling around her, making her dizzy and her head began to pound. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to cut out the memory of the previous night. Tears filled her eyes as the images flashed in her mind. How could James do that to me, she pounded her hand weakly on her bed. She allowed herself to cry for the thousandth time since James came to her room and forced himself onto her that night.
It's all my fault, she thought as she sobbed even harder and pressed her face against the pillow. After a while, sleeping spell over flooded her body and she surrendered to it. At least all my problems can't follow me in my sleep, she thought before she drifted off.
A dark shadow hung over Lily wearing a long red nightgown, preventing any form of light from reaching her body. I am dreaming, Lily thought as she squinted her eyes in the darkness. She began to walk around in the dark, taking her chances of bumping into any object or creature that came her way.
"Lily," a voice echoed from far away. Lily involuntarily began to walk towards the voice. A sudden warmth overcame her body.
"Yes," she called out trying to find the source.
"You must come."
"Come where?" Lily asked confused.
"Come sleep here."
"Where?"
"Rayanh." For some reason the Lily in the dream understood what that voice meant.
"I will."
"Wake up now. Wake up…"
"Lily, wake up," a female voice called out to her. "Please, wake up."
Lily's eyes slowly opened to reveal a women's face. She was still having trouble focusing, and she saw about three of the same women's faces at once.
"Ms. Lily are you feeling all right," the voice asked that Lily finally remembered belonged to the maid, Lucy. Lucy placed her hands on Lily's face, and gasped when she felt how hot the girl was.
"I will go get Madame, Lily," Lucy frantically said as she rushed out of the room. Lily did not remember much after Mrs. Taylor came to her bed and asked someone to get a doctor for she collapsed into a state of unconsciousness.
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"Has she woke up, yet?" a voice said.
"No, no, Madame," another voice replied.
The two women continued their conservations in whispers as Lily awoke. It was much easier to focus her eyes on dim the room this time. She moved her eyes in the direction of the two women's voice, and tried to speak out to them.
"Mrs. Taylor," she said in a whisper. The older women turned around at once, and rested her eyes upon the now conscious girl. She silently walked to her side and placed her hand on Lily's flushed face.
"How do you feel, Lily?" She asked, "You are much cooler than you were before."
"Fine," Lily stammered, wondering what was going on.
"You have been unconscious for almost a day now," Mrs. Taylor responded as if she could read her mind, "You had a very high fever, but it has gone down. Now that you are awake, you will get better very soon."
While Mrs. Taylor was talking, realization dawned upon Lily. The images of the night before flashed through her mind again. She wished that she was still in a coma rather than have to live the rest of her life. She glanced at Mrs. Taylor's face, and held her gaze there for a few moments. I must tell her, she contemplated, I must tell someone. NO, another voice in her head said, they will not believe you. You know how good James is at deceiving his mother. Then, I must tell mum, she'll understand, the first voice said. It was no use thinking the whole situation over in her head. Lily knew that she could not tell anyone of what happened between her and James. For one thing, there was no evidence in her favor, and she will begin a feud between both their families. Her mother will believe her relation of the story, while the Taylors will believe their son. They will give her family a bad name, and no one will respect them any longer.
Damn life, she silently cursed feeling another wave of tears in her eyes. She turned her face to stop anyone from noticing.
"James has been very worried about you," Mrs. Taylor interrupted her thoughts, "He wanted to come in and see you before he left." Lily turned her face and stared at the women. "But I would not allow it. You needed your rest."
"Where did he go?" Lily finally made herself ask.
"He went hunting with his Uncle who unexpectedly showed up yesterday," Mrs. Taylor replied as she fixed the bed covers. A sense of relief went over Lily's body when she found out that she would never have to see that creep again.
The doctor, who had a very funny named that sounded like German, came to see her soon afterwards. After examining Lily, he found her healthy but in need of at least a week bed rest to heal 'her fragile frame'. Lily had an endless argument with Mrs. Taylor and Lucy about sending her home the next morning. The argument was finally resolved when Lily's mother, Mrs. Figgs, phoned and insisted on her daughter's return.
Mrs. Taylor verbally reflected her disapproval of Mrs. Figgs before she stormed out of Lily's room in quite a temper. Lucy smile at Lily as she gently brushed her hair, "Now sleep Ms. Lily. You need your rest." She then left the room to give the girl some peace and quiet.
Lily felt slightly happy at the idea of leaving the hell hole she was in, and seeing her mother. At last she fell asleep praying that her dreams would get better. Unfortunately, they were worse.
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A day after Lily returned home, she ventured off to London with her mother to buy her school supplies. She should have been excited when the walls moved, and revealed a much different world from hers that she belonged, but she did not. Actually, she did not even pay attention to anyone or her mother's constant talking and pointing at all sorts of things.
"Look over there, Lily. Oh, it feels like a dream since Bill and I came here."
Lily impatiently led her mother away from gazing at various sorts of items to collect her school supplies. When they had completed their shopping and on their way out of Diagon Alley, Mrs. Figgs turned to her daughter.
"What's wrong Lily?" She asked concerned, "Did something happen at the Taylors?" Lily's heart began to pound faster, she could feel her palms sweating. How could she know, she thought. No, no there is in no way she could ever know. Could she?
"N-no," she stuttered out, "No, mum. I feel just tired and a little oozy," she added when she gained more control over her voice. Lily did not know if her mother believed her lie. For on splitting second, her mother's bright green eyes examined her face.
Her features softened as she said, "Oh, yes. How could I have forgot? I just got caught up on old memories. Come on let's get you home and in bed. You need your rest before going to school tomorrow." Her old cheerfulness seemed to be back since she began to excitedly clap her hands together like a school girl.
"You would never believe the platform where Hogwarts Express is…" and so her mother continued her unbeknownst talking, unaware of the sadness that lurked in Lily's eyes.
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Lily stood sadly gazing at the long scarlet train called the Hogwarts Express. She knew she should be happy and excited about what awaited her at the end of the tracks, however she did not feel any of these emotions. She found it very hard to fake them anyhow. She could only manage a half smile as her mother repeatedly hugged and kissed her goodbye.
"Now, you take care of yourself, dear," her mother said with tears in her eyes, "Don't go out at knight, or stay up late studying. And make sure you eat all your vegetables."
"Yes, mum," Lily tried to hide her irritation. She could not explain her irritation at her mother's sadness because of their parting. For the past three days, she had been unreasonably rude and annoyed whenever someone came near, or spoke to her. She wanted to punch them in the face with all their happiness. 'Don't you know how much I am hurting' she wanted to scream out to them. In fact, if Lily had spent any more than hour at home, she would have resorted to acting on impulse. If only Petunia was here, she thought almost smiling.
"Lily, the train is about to leave," her mother interrupted her thoughts, "Come on hurry up." They both ran to the door which Lily entered, and then went to the window.
"Goodbye, mum," she shouted as the train began to move. 'Don't let me go. I need you!' is what she desperately wanted to cry out to her mother who was in tears the last time she saw her as the train took a turn and she was out of sight.
Lily felt more depressed than ever as she walked down the corridor in the train looking for an empty compartment that she finally found, and entered. She never knew that leaving her mother would make her feel any worse. For some strange reason, Lily knew that she should not have left her mother. However, she did not know how to explain her feelings. She had more things to worry about.
She gazed out the window in silence watching the scenery pass by when a voice interrupted her confused thoughts.
"Do you mind if we sit here?" The voice said.
Lily looked up and gasped. She stared at the face before her. No, it can't be him, she thought. He told me he was going to Kent.
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A/N: Did you like that one? Did you hate it? Plzz R/R. I am sorry to leave at a cliffhanger but the fourth chapter will be coming soon. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Everything belongs to the wonderful mind of JK Rowling. May she finish the fifth book in two weeks JJ
~~~~Angel Eyes~~~~
~~~~Chapter Three: Living a Lie~~~~
Lily awoke late the next morning feeling very hot and sick. It was difficult and merely impossible for her to focus eyes. The violet shades of objects in her room kept swirling around her, making her dizzy and her head began to pound. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to cut out the memory of the previous night. Tears filled her eyes as the images flashed in her mind. How could James do that to me, she pounded her hand weakly on her bed. She allowed herself to cry for the thousandth time since James came to her room and forced himself onto her that night.
It's all my fault, she thought as she sobbed even harder and pressed her face against the pillow. After a while, sleeping spell over flooded her body and she surrendered to it. At least all my problems can't follow me in my sleep, she thought before she drifted off.
A dark shadow hung over Lily wearing a long red nightgown, preventing any form of light from reaching her body. I am dreaming, Lily thought as she squinted her eyes in the darkness. She began to walk around in the dark, taking her chances of bumping into any object or creature that came her way.
"Lily," a voice echoed from far away. Lily involuntarily began to walk towards the voice. A sudden warmth overcame her body.
"Yes," she called out trying to find the source.
"You must come."
"Come where?" Lily asked confused.
"Come sleep here."
"Where?"
"Rayanh." For some reason the Lily in the dream understood what that voice meant.
"I will."
"Wake up now. Wake up…"
"Lily, wake up," a female voice called out to her. "Please, wake up."
Lily's eyes slowly opened to reveal a women's face. She was still having trouble focusing, and she saw about three of the same women's faces at once.
"Ms. Lily are you feeling all right," the voice asked that Lily finally remembered belonged to the maid, Lucy. Lucy placed her hands on Lily's face, and gasped when she felt how hot the girl was.
"I will go get Madame, Lily," Lucy frantically said as she rushed out of the room. Lily did not remember much after Mrs. Taylor came to her bed and asked someone to get a doctor for she collapsed into a state of unconsciousness.
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"Has she woke up, yet?" a voice said.
"No, no, Madame," another voice replied.
The two women continued their conservations in whispers as Lily awoke. It was much easier to focus her eyes on dim the room this time. She moved her eyes in the direction of the two women's voice, and tried to speak out to them.
"Mrs. Taylor," she said in a whisper. The older women turned around at once, and rested her eyes upon the now conscious girl. She silently walked to her side and placed her hand on Lily's flushed face.
"How do you feel, Lily?" She asked, "You are much cooler than you were before."
"Fine," Lily stammered, wondering what was going on.
"You have been unconscious for almost a day now," Mrs. Taylor responded as if she could read her mind, "You had a very high fever, but it has gone down. Now that you are awake, you will get better very soon."
While Mrs. Taylor was talking, realization dawned upon Lily. The images of the night before flashed through her mind again. She wished that she was still in a coma rather than have to live the rest of her life. She glanced at Mrs. Taylor's face, and held her gaze there for a few moments. I must tell her, she contemplated, I must tell someone. NO, another voice in her head said, they will not believe you. You know how good James is at deceiving his mother. Then, I must tell mum, she'll understand, the first voice said. It was no use thinking the whole situation over in her head. Lily knew that she could not tell anyone of what happened between her and James. For one thing, there was no evidence in her favor, and she will begin a feud between both their families. Her mother will believe her relation of the story, while the Taylors will believe their son. They will give her family a bad name, and no one will respect them any longer.
Damn life, she silently cursed feeling another wave of tears in her eyes. She turned her face to stop anyone from noticing.
"James has been very worried about you," Mrs. Taylor interrupted her thoughts, "He wanted to come in and see you before he left." Lily turned her face and stared at the women. "But I would not allow it. You needed your rest."
"Where did he go?" Lily finally made herself ask.
"He went hunting with his Uncle who unexpectedly showed up yesterday," Mrs. Taylor replied as she fixed the bed covers. A sense of relief went over Lily's body when she found out that she would never have to see that creep again.
The doctor, who had a very funny named that sounded like German, came to see her soon afterwards. After examining Lily, he found her healthy but in need of at least a week bed rest to heal 'her fragile frame'. Lily had an endless argument with Mrs. Taylor and Lucy about sending her home the next morning. The argument was finally resolved when Lily's mother, Mrs. Figgs, phoned and insisted on her daughter's return.
Mrs. Taylor verbally reflected her disapproval of Mrs. Figgs before she stormed out of Lily's room in quite a temper. Lucy smile at Lily as she gently brushed her hair, "Now sleep Ms. Lily. You need your rest." She then left the room to give the girl some peace and quiet.
Lily felt slightly happy at the idea of leaving the hell hole she was in, and seeing her mother. At last she fell asleep praying that her dreams would get better. Unfortunately, they were worse.
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A day after Lily returned home, she ventured off to London with her mother to buy her school supplies. She should have been excited when the walls moved, and revealed a much different world from hers that she belonged, but she did not. Actually, she did not even pay attention to anyone or her mother's constant talking and pointing at all sorts of things.
"Look over there, Lily. Oh, it feels like a dream since Bill and I came here."
Lily impatiently led her mother away from gazing at various sorts of items to collect her school supplies. When they had completed their shopping and on their way out of Diagon Alley, Mrs. Figgs turned to her daughter.
"What's wrong Lily?" She asked concerned, "Did something happen at the Taylors?" Lily's heart began to pound faster, she could feel her palms sweating. How could she know, she thought. No, no there is in no way she could ever know. Could she?
"N-no," she stuttered out, "No, mum. I feel just tired and a little oozy," she added when she gained more control over her voice. Lily did not know if her mother believed her lie. For on splitting second, her mother's bright green eyes examined her face.
Her features softened as she said, "Oh, yes. How could I have forgot? I just got caught up on old memories. Come on let's get you home and in bed. You need your rest before going to school tomorrow." Her old cheerfulness seemed to be back since she began to excitedly clap her hands together like a school girl.
"You would never believe the platform where Hogwarts Express is…" and so her mother continued her unbeknownst talking, unaware of the sadness that lurked in Lily's eyes.
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Lily stood sadly gazing at the long scarlet train called the Hogwarts Express. She knew she should be happy and excited about what awaited her at the end of the tracks, however she did not feel any of these emotions. She found it very hard to fake them anyhow. She could only manage a half smile as her mother repeatedly hugged and kissed her goodbye.
"Now, you take care of yourself, dear," her mother said with tears in her eyes, "Don't go out at knight, or stay up late studying. And make sure you eat all your vegetables."
"Yes, mum," Lily tried to hide her irritation. She could not explain her irritation at her mother's sadness because of their parting. For the past three days, she had been unreasonably rude and annoyed whenever someone came near, or spoke to her. She wanted to punch them in the face with all their happiness. 'Don't you know how much I am hurting' she wanted to scream out to them. In fact, if Lily had spent any more than hour at home, she would have resorted to acting on impulse. If only Petunia was here, she thought almost smiling.
"Lily, the train is about to leave," her mother interrupted her thoughts, "Come on hurry up." They both ran to the door which Lily entered, and then went to the window.
"Goodbye, mum," she shouted as the train began to move. 'Don't let me go. I need you!' is what she desperately wanted to cry out to her mother who was in tears the last time she saw her as the train took a turn and she was out of sight.
Lily felt more depressed than ever as she walked down the corridor in the train looking for an empty compartment that she finally found, and entered. She never knew that leaving her mother would make her feel any worse. For some strange reason, Lily knew that she should not have left her mother. However, she did not know how to explain her feelings. She had more things to worry about.
She gazed out the window in silence watching the scenery pass by when a voice interrupted her confused thoughts.
"Do you mind if we sit here?" The voice said.
Lily looked up and gasped. She stared at the face before her. No, it can't be him, she thought. He told me he was going to Kent.
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A/N: Did you like that one? Did you hate it? Plzz R/R. I am sorry to leave at a cliffhanger but the fourth chapter will be coming soon. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!