A/n: Wow, I am soooo embarrassed- I CANT believe I called that little thing
before a chapter... Honestly!
Chapter 2: Noises and Emotions
When I reached the top of the stairs I heard the strangest noises coming from what I expected was Professor Dumbledore's office. I kept hearing moans of pleasure or disgustment, and frankly, when I identified it as Professor Dumbledore's voice, I began to get a bit scared, to put it mildly. I prayed he was the only one in there; otherwise I wouldn't want to know what that moaning was coming from. I held my breath and knocked on the door.
That is I tried to. For some reason my hand would just not form a fist long enough to hit the door. Every time it came close enough, it chickened out and would shoot back down to rest on my hips.
"Knock," I instructed it sternly "I am not nervous. Stop it hand, knock. No, I said knock, not touch my hair. Stop being a baby and pull yourself together. Knock already!" I tried to knock again, but the door wasn't there anymore. Had it disappeared?
No, I discovered as I looked up, it hadn't. Professor Dumbledore had opened the door and had been listening to my lecture to my hand. Wonderful. Now he must have thought me to be as wierd as I thought him.
"Well, if you are done with your conversation? I hope I'm not interrupting," Professor Dumbledore asked in a light tone, but for some reason there was no sparkle in his eyes, and grave lines were etched into his pale skin.
Not a good thing.
I just tried to laugh it off and stepped inside, surveying my surroundings. Typical Dumbledore place: strange objects, an abnormally large bird, mismatching furniture, the works. I wouldn't have expected anything less, though. He took a seat at his desk, and following suit I slid into a large mahogany chair.
"I expect you may have heard some peculiar noises coming from here. Well, I was having a go at Bertie Bott's and there are some rather refreshing flavors, if I do say so. You are familiar with some of the rather unpleasant once, I suppose?"
I nodded my head in agreement. But really, I was pretty confused. I had thought this meeting had been called on serious grounds, but then again, who am I to know? I, a lowly, Howarts pupil, and he the mighty, powerful headmaster. I was unworthy to challenge the actions of a person of such honor. . . . . NOT. . . .I really can be funny at times.
Grave face, and he jokes about my hand. No twinkle, and he goes off on to a tangent about Bertie Bott's. What was he getting at?? This is not normal- It shouldn't be allowed for teachers to freak out their students. If anything it should be the other way around.
"Well, I've been having some rather nasty flavors, my last one being Brussel sprouts I suspect. But I suppose the name was supposed to warn me. Now, to business," Dumbledore once again assumed his grave face.
"Yes, um, I can't help but wonder why you called me. I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" I asked nervously, cracking my knuckles almost subconsciously, something that can't possibly be appropriate to do in front of a teacher, let alone a Headmaster.
"Lily, I don't want you to get excited or aroused from what I say, because it will come as a shock to you," Dumbledore started.
I snorted, trying to choke back laughter. Why, oh, why did he have to say aroused? I know he didn't mean it(at least I hope to high heavens and beyond he didn't!) but I couldn't help think of sexually aroused which made me think of him sexually aroused which- ok, yeah, I was done laughing now. There was nothing funny of Dumbledore being sexually aroused; that was just DISGUSTING!
"I have learned this fact for a while now, but decided to keep it in my confidentiality, so as not to as I said before, arouse you-" another snort of laughter emitted from my mouth-" in any negative way and in hopes that the situation would change. Sadly, it hasn't. Now, Lily," he continued gently "I want you to remember when I say this, that nothing is certain, and things can change. By tomorrow, everything can be back to your daily routine. However, I have been urged by some of the professors that I had waited long enough to bring this news to you,"
"Did I fail a test?" I asked, eyes wide. I mentally watched someone tear me away from the head girl badge and me waving goodbye to it as I sobbed "Can't I make it up?"
"If only," Dumbledore smiled sadly "However, the measures to why I called this meeting or more drastic than that."
"I can't make it up?" I exclaimed "But, Professor, given my past record, I think we can both be assured that this test was a fluke!"
"Miss Evans, this isn't about any test. Your parents-" he paused "-Are missing. They have been for about two weeks. You remember their vacat-"
"Woah, hold up," I cut in, holding my hand like a stop sign, all notion of respect lost in that one motion "Pause, rewind, and go back to that first part. That missing thing? I think I misunderstood you."
I better have damn it, or I'll. . . . I'll-Oh, G-d, please let me have misunderstood it!
"Lily, your parents are missing." Dumbledore stated the horrid news, yet again.
"My parents?" I pointed to myself to make sure he couldn't be talking to some random invisible person, because you never know.
"Yes."
"Are missing?"
"I am sorry, Mi-"
"My parents are missing?" This time I screamed it out in disbelief " My parents are missing?"
"Miss Evans, I told-"
"What do you mean they are missing? They aren't missing. They just got back from vacation in the States," I added for proof " So there." Such a childish last statement, but I didn't care.
"Yes, the vacation. Lily, sources have shown they went on vacation. However, that is as far as they got. Many people on the tour went missing- seven couples to be exact. We think it may have been one of the few muggle attacks that have been going on lately. I hadn't thought it would have gone as far as the States but Death Eaters have been showing up there lately. Lily?"
He stopped when he saw my face. I couldn't see it but I knew it was white. My eyes were half shut and twitching and my lips were moving but no words could come out. This had to be a mistake, he had to be lying. I mean this kind of thing happened to other people. . . . but not to me.
I finally found my voice and snatching it up from the ends of its reigns, I blurted out "That isn't funny. Don't joke about it."
"Lily, I can reassure you that my intentions are nothing of the sort."
I couldn't breathe anymore. I know because I tried and I couldn't. I held on to the arms of the chair for support, but it didn't help. I felt myself slip to the floor in utter despair. I stayed there for a long time; how long I don't know. Finally I tore myself up, and shaking, as I took deep breaths, I stood up and said, confused "Sorry, I- I don't know what got into me,"
I was having a war inside my body. My parents were.......... gone. They left. Well, not really, but they might as well have. I couldn't comprehend it. All this time I had tried to distance myself from them and now I realized how much I needed them. All this time I wanted to be different and now I just wanted to be ordinary. Damn it, I just wanted my parents back.
My mother, who would wake me up at nine in the morning in the summer because she thought it was crazy to sleep longer....G-d, now I would wake up at five in the morning just to talk to her again. And my dad, my crazy dad, who's favorite activity was spring cleaning which took place weekly at our house due to his insane neatness- I would clean it for him every day just to hear his slightly nasal tone ask me how that 'Pooter' boy was doing. It used to annoy me but all of a sudden all these once meaningless gestures, now showed the love and concern I couldn't see or comprehend before. And I had never even thanked them properly.
"Lily, I know you must be having an uncountable number of thoughts going on in your head. Perhaps it would be better to sort them out with your words?" Dumbledore prompted, staring at me intensely.
"Do you think its possible, that they will be found? Don't try to shield me. I don't want to be lied to," I added holding my breath, as I waited for my answer.
"You are asking for the truth, and it is grave. Lily, I do not want to get your hopes up. A memorial is set for next month. I suggest you adapt yourself to this situation," Dumbledore chose his words carefully, pausing after each one.
After he said that it was over. I just started crying and I couldn't stop. I couldn't talk, I couldn't listen, I couldn't see. All I could do is feel tear after tear roll down my cheek, as memories were relived and that one word vibrated in my head: dead..dead...dead. I didn't even know what do with myself. My parents were the only reason I had to go home; I had noone else. And come to think of it, besides GG, they were the only people that cared about me. Three people cared about me. Only three people. If I died only three people would want to attend my funeral; now one since two of them were lying dead somewhere. Well, I expect Petunia also had some sort of feelings toward me, so possibly two. But that was all. I just kept thinking about their unfinished lives and goals and dreams. It hurt so much.
Finally, I calmed down a bit and wiped my eyes "So now what?"
"Do you want to attend the memorial?"
"Yes. Yes, I do," I wiped my nose with my sleeve, and Dumbledore gingerly handed me a tissue which I immediately put to good use.
"And what about the holidays?"
"I guess I'll stay here," I said slowly.
"We will have to make arrangements for the summer ones. Do you have anyone you think you can stay by?" Dumbledore asked gently.
"Well, maybe CG will let. Oh, I don't know. . . . ." I trailed off, choking back a sob "Sorry, its just so hard. I mea-"
I didn't get to finish my sentence though, because all of a sudden, the sound of a door slamming off the wall was plainly heard, along with the skidding sounds of sneakers coming quickly to a halt.
"Professor, I'm sorry," I heard the person say. Not any person though. A CERTAIN person.
It was James, here, but why? My curiosity was sparked and I waited to see what had made James sound so nervous.
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A/n: Yay, that was a horrid ending! But I have never written a chapter so fast, though this one was also EXTREMELY short. I guess this will be my short chapter fic. Oh, well.Thanx to:
Kitty Prydew: LOL- I guess James was just in a good mood....Don't be sure that all he said was true though.
Marauder: Awwwwwwwwwwww....that was sooo sweet! I'm glad you like Lily's perspective- Was this chapter soon enough for you?
lilygurl88: Guess what? So do I! Guess its just a girl thing :)
Princess Hermione: Thanks a bunch!
buggy-such: Hey...........this was written by a blonde so don't blame Lily- no Lily isn't a ditz, yes she can be around James, aka. a certain person...hopefully when she gets more used to him she won't act that way, but I can't promise anything. I am only writing what my charecters tell me to.
kitty: I'm glad you like it
Beauty Full: yeah, I couldn't live with only friend either but a lot of fics only give her one or two friends but or more subtler and don't say it straight out- poor Lily.....
Drops of Jupiter: Luv ya too.
Oy Angelina: OMG...you read my fic....you are wonderful!! And soo nice- you liar- You write waaaaaaaaay too good for me so I know it can't be that good to , plus the fact that it is not one of my best fics in the first place. A shrine will be built in honor of you along with a totem pole of your wishes. I'm glad you can relate to Lily and I haven't decided about James yet.LoL. update your story for me, will ya??? And I am sending a hug to your Snape!
Chapter 2: Noises and Emotions
When I reached the top of the stairs I heard the strangest noises coming from what I expected was Professor Dumbledore's office. I kept hearing moans of pleasure or disgustment, and frankly, when I identified it as Professor Dumbledore's voice, I began to get a bit scared, to put it mildly. I prayed he was the only one in there; otherwise I wouldn't want to know what that moaning was coming from. I held my breath and knocked on the door.
That is I tried to. For some reason my hand would just not form a fist long enough to hit the door. Every time it came close enough, it chickened out and would shoot back down to rest on my hips.
"Knock," I instructed it sternly "I am not nervous. Stop it hand, knock. No, I said knock, not touch my hair. Stop being a baby and pull yourself together. Knock already!" I tried to knock again, but the door wasn't there anymore. Had it disappeared?
No, I discovered as I looked up, it hadn't. Professor Dumbledore had opened the door and had been listening to my lecture to my hand. Wonderful. Now he must have thought me to be as wierd as I thought him.
"Well, if you are done with your conversation? I hope I'm not interrupting," Professor Dumbledore asked in a light tone, but for some reason there was no sparkle in his eyes, and grave lines were etched into his pale skin.
Not a good thing.
I just tried to laugh it off and stepped inside, surveying my surroundings. Typical Dumbledore place: strange objects, an abnormally large bird, mismatching furniture, the works. I wouldn't have expected anything less, though. He took a seat at his desk, and following suit I slid into a large mahogany chair.
"I expect you may have heard some peculiar noises coming from here. Well, I was having a go at Bertie Bott's and there are some rather refreshing flavors, if I do say so. You are familiar with some of the rather unpleasant once, I suppose?"
I nodded my head in agreement. But really, I was pretty confused. I had thought this meeting had been called on serious grounds, but then again, who am I to know? I, a lowly, Howarts pupil, and he the mighty, powerful headmaster. I was unworthy to challenge the actions of a person of such honor. . . . . NOT. . . .I really can be funny at times.
Grave face, and he jokes about my hand. No twinkle, and he goes off on to a tangent about Bertie Bott's. What was he getting at?? This is not normal- It shouldn't be allowed for teachers to freak out their students. If anything it should be the other way around.
"Well, I've been having some rather nasty flavors, my last one being Brussel sprouts I suspect. But I suppose the name was supposed to warn me. Now, to business," Dumbledore once again assumed his grave face.
"Yes, um, I can't help but wonder why you called me. I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" I asked nervously, cracking my knuckles almost subconsciously, something that can't possibly be appropriate to do in front of a teacher, let alone a Headmaster.
"Lily, I don't want you to get excited or aroused from what I say, because it will come as a shock to you," Dumbledore started.
I snorted, trying to choke back laughter. Why, oh, why did he have to say aroused? I know he didn't mean it(at least I hope to high heavens and beyond he didn't!) but I couldn't help think of sexually aroused which made me think of him sexually aroused which- ok, yeah, I was done laughing now. There was nothing funny of Dumbledore being sexually aroused; that was just DISGUSTING!
"I have learned this fact for a while now, but decided to keep it in my confidentiality, so as not to as I said before, arouse you-" another snort of laughter emitted from my mouth-" in any negative way and in hopes that the situation would change. Sadly, it hasn't. Now, Lily," he continued gently "I want you to remember when I say this, that nothing is certain, and things can change. By tomorrow, everything can be back to your daily routine. However, I have been urged by some of the professors that I had waited long enough to bring this news to you,"
"Did I fail a test?" I asked, eyes wide. I mentally watched someone tear me away from the head girl badge and me waving goodbye to it as I sobbed "Can't I make it up?"
"If only," Dumbledore smiled sadly "However, the measures to why I called this meeting or more drastic than that."
"I can't make it up?" I exclaimed "But, Professor, given my past record, I think we can both be assured that this test was a fluke!"
"Miss Evans, this isn't about any test. Your parents-" he paused "-Are missing. They have been for about two weeks. You remember their vacat-"
"Woah, hold up," I cut in, holding my hand like a stop sign, all notion of respect lost in that one motion "Pause, rewind, and go back to that first part. That missing thing? I think I misunderstood you."
I better have damn it, or I'll. . . . I'll-Oh, G-d, please let me have misunderstood it!
"Lily, your parents are missing." Dumbledore stated the horrid news, yet again.
"My parents?" I pointed to myself to make sure he couldn't be talking to some random invisible person, because you never know.
"Yes."
"Are missing?"
"I am sorry, Mi-"
"My parents are missing?" This time I screamed it out in disbelief " My parents are missing?"
"Miss Evans, I told-"
"What do you mean they are missing? They aren't missing. They just got back from vacation in the States," I added for proof " So there." Such a childish last statement, but I didn't care.
"Yes, the vacation. Lily, sources have shown they went on vacation. However, that is as far as they got. Many people on the tour went missing- seven couples to be exact. We think it may have been one of the few muggle attacks that have been going on lately. I hadn't thought it would have gone as far as the States but Death Eaters have been showing up there lately. Lily?"
He stopped when he saw my face. I couldn't see it but I knew it was white. My eyes were half shut and twitching and my lips were moving but no words could come out. This had to be a mistake, he had to be lying. I mean this kind of thing happened to other people. . . . but not to me.
I finally found my voice and snatching it up from the ends of its reigns, I blurted out "That isn't funny. Don't joke about it."
"Lily, I can reassure you that my intentions are nothing of the sort."
I couldn't breathe anymore. I know because I tried and I couldn't. I held on to the arms of the chair for support, but it didn't help. I felt myself slip to the floor in utter despair. I stayed there for a long time; how long I don't know. Finally I tore myself up, and shaking, as I took deep breaths, I stood up and said, confused "Sorry, I- I don't know what got into me,"
I was having a war inside my body. My parents were.......... gone. They left. Well, not really, but they might as well have. I couldn't comprehend it. All this time I had tried to distance myself from them and now I realized how much I needed them. All this time I wanted to be different and now I just wanted to be ordinary. Damn it, I just wanted my parents back.
My mother, who would wake me up at nine in the morning in the summer because she thought it was crazy to sleep longer....G-d, now I would wake up at five in the morning just to talk to her again. And my dad, my crazy dad, who's favorite activity was spring cleaning which took place weekly at our house due to his insane neatness- I would clean it for him every day just to hear his slightly nasal tone ask me how that 'Pooter' boy was doing. It used to annoy me but all of a sudden all these once meaningless gestures, now showed the love and concern I couldn't see or comprehend before. And I had never even thanked them properly.
"Lily, I know you must be having an uncountable number of thoughts going on in your head. Perhaps it would be better to sort them out with your words?" Dumbledore prompted, staring at me intensely.
"Do you think its possible, that they will be found? Don't try to shield me. I don't want to be lied to," I added holding my breath, as I waited for my answer.
"You are asking for the truth, and it is grave. Lily, I do not want to get your hopes up. A memorial is set for next month. I suggest you adapt yourself to this situation," Dumbledore chose his words carefully, pausing after each one.
After he said that it was over. I just started crying and I couldn't stop. I couldn't talk, I couldn't listen, I couldn't see. All I could do is feel tear after tear roll down my cheek, as memories were relived and that one word vibrated in my head: dead..dead...dead. I didn't even know what do with myself. My parents were the only reason I had to go home; I had noone else. And come to think of it, besides GG, they were the only people that cared about me. Three people cared about me. Only three people. If I died only three people would want to attend my funeral; now one since two of them were lying dead somewhere. Well, I expect Petunia also had some sort of feelings toward me, so possibly two. But that was all. I just kept thinking about their unfinished lives and goals and dreams. It hurt so much.
Finally, I calmed down a bit and wiped my eyes "So now what?"
"Do you want to attend the memorial?"
"Yes. Yes, I do," I wiped my nose with my sleeve, and Dumbledore gingerly handed me a tissue which I immediately put to good use.
"And what about the holidays?"
"I guess I'll stay here," I said slowly.
"We will have to make arrangements for the summer ones. Do you have anyone you think you can stay by?" Dumbledore asked gently.
"Well, maybe CG will let. Oh, I don't know. . . . ." I trailed off, choking back a sob "Sorry, its just so hard. I mea-"
I didn't get to finish my sentence though, because all of a sudden, the sound of a door slamming off the wall was plainly heard, along with the skidding sounds of sneakers coming quickly to a halt.
"Professor, I'm sorry," I heard the person say. Not any person though. A CERTAIN person.
It was James, here, but why? My curiosity was sparked and I waited to see what had made James sound so nervous.
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A/n: Yay, that was a horrid ending! But I have never written a chapter so fast, though this one was also EXTREMELY short. I guess this will be my short chapter fic. Oh, well.Thanx to:
Kitty Prydew: LOL- I guess James was just in a good mood....Don't be sure that all he said was true though.
Marauder: Awwwwwwwwwwww....that was sooo sweet! I'm glad you like Lily's perspective- Was this chapter soon enough for you?
lilygurl88: Guess what? So do I! Guess its just a girl thing :)
Princess Hermione: Thanks a bunch!
buggy-such: Hey...........this was written by a blonde so don't blame Lily- no Lily isn't a ditz, yes she can be around James, aka. a certain person...hopefully when she gets more used to him she won't act that way, but I can't promise anything. I am only writing what my charecters tell me to.
kitty: I'm glad you like it
Beauty Full: yeah, I couldn't live with only friend either but a lot of fics only give her one or two friends but or more subtler and don't say it straight out- poor Lily.....
Drops of Jupiter: Luv ya too.
Oy Angelina: OMG...you read my fic....you are wonderful!! And soo nice- you liar- You write waaaaaaaaay too good for me so I know it can't be that good to , plus the fact that it is not one of my best fics in the first place. A shrine will be built in honor of you along with a totem pole of your wishes. I'm glad you can relate to Lily and I haven't decided about James yet.LoL. update your story for me, will ya??? And I am sending a hug to your Snape!