Oh my god. I have so many reviews! I'm so happy! I'm only starting to type up this chapter because I see many reviews racking up. Some don't count since I have doubles and triples! Even with the doubles and triples, I have seventy-two. I might not get this finished and updated soon though.Thank you all for reviews!
Someone said my story was well written. You don't know how much that means to me. My grammar and etc. are always bad. I haven't gotten any flames. Yay!
I only write special notes to people with questions, so don't worry, I still appreciate all your reviews.
To:
Moldy (only one with a question)- I have no clue how long this is going to be, but it's definitely going to be longer than fifteen chapters. Perhaps more than twenty-five. Slight chance of being over thirty-five. I'm no help am I? ^_^
I hope you all stick around long enough to see this thing's conclusion....
More Than Just Harry
Chapter 7: Unhappiness
"I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong."
-Leo Rosten
"Nothing is so strong as gentleness and nothing is so gentle as real strength."
-Ralph W. Sockman
"Calm down, James," soothed Lily in a gentle tone. "It's okay. I'm here."
"Let me go damnit!" yelled James in contrast to Lily's voice.
"If you go now, you'll only be killing yourself! Do you think that you can just track him down and kill him?"
"Don't you want to stop these attacks going on?"
"What about me?"
"You're one person, Lily! These are thousands of lives! I'm an auor! You are too. You of all people should understand why I have to do this! You should be helping me!" James's anger lashed out at Lily who inwardly winced and cowered at the fury on James's face. It was red with anger. Lily, however wouldn't show weakness. She had learned that.
"You're not doing this to help others! You're doing this to get revenge! You're not the only one whose relatives were killed!" Lily held onto James with all the strength she had left. Her fever was only getting higher, and it was draining her fast.
"Just because your family didn't accept you, doesn't mean that I hate mine and don't need to kill him!"
That had hurt, but Lily wouldn't say. "I'm carrying your baby," Lily started, trying a different approach, "you own flesh and blood. Don't you want to watch him or her grow up?"
James laughed cruelly while trying to shake the feverish Lily off. "You roped me into this. You think I wanted to be a father? The father of your child? I don't need to stay around here and take care of you. I just did so because your annoying persistence got under my skin."
"You didn't have to do it if you didn't want to. You never listen to me anyway. If you died, do you know it will only cause the ones around you to suffer? Like me?" Lily's' eyes were full of tears, but she refused to let them fall. A sudden feeling of dizziness from her fever washed over her causing her to sway. Her arms let go of James, but with the quick reflexes of a former chaser, Lily grabbed onto James's retreating arm quickly.
"You know what? I don't care. No one does. Just shut up. What do you want me to do? Stay around, watch, and do nothing? You're selfish." That had stung. The grip on James's arm fell limp and fell off of his hand as James stood up. Without looking back, he left the room.
Lily, now feverish and depressed, lay down on her side. The warmth she had felt a minute ago was gone with James. Or maybe it was the fever getting to her. Did she lack contact with James, or was she just cold? She didn't know herself. Quickly, she got up out of the relatively warm sea of blankets, grabbed the mass of blankets off of James's empty bed, set them up over her bed, then jumped in again. She pulled the blankets around her, almost hiding herself from view and fresh air. Under the covers, she hugged a teddy bear close to her.
"Why did he do that?!" muttered Lily. Tears in her eyes desperately wanted to fall. Her shaking fists longed to punch the soft mattress. Lily wouldn't allow herself to. Her whole facade was based on control, a carefree soul, perfection, and patience. The facade she herself loved and hated at the same time. It wouldn't allow her to do a myriad of things, forced her to do some things she really couldn't or didn't want to do, and hid her true self to the world and herself, but it promised loneliness, safety, and security. A double edged sword, as she liked to call it. However, the facade was only partial. It was a mask that only hid the eyes and nose of a person. With James, it showed all except the eyes.
Anger flowed through her veins, sadness and guilt gripped her heart, but she held her control painfully. James threw all the love, trust, and comfort she had for him away. It was a never-ending cycle.
As she thought about these things, Lily's temperature began to rise even higher. She didn't notice, but instead, grew colder. The blankets were pulled extremely close to her.
Her thoughts were unhappy. The sadness and guilt was caused by the fact that James had been right about her selfishness. The fact that he didn't care made it worse.
Her anger was directed toward James, but mostly toward herself. She hated how she felt, how weak she was, and how James effected her.
Lily pulled the blankets around her cocoon style. She was a caterpillar in a cocoon. As black dots entered Lily's vision, she could hear faint banging on her door. While fainting into unconsciousness, she could see Bella, Sirius, and Remus enter her room
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James locked the door to his room and quickly ran down the two flights of stairs. With speed, he put on his black rain jacket.
"What do you want for lunch? It's almost 1:00," said a voice from behind him. Bella was standing in the entry room with a pan in her hand.
James ignored her and fled from the house.
"Jeez, what's his problem?" she asked herself. Wanting to see if Lily was still hungry and wanted more chicken noodle soup, or if she wanted something else, Bella approached Lily's white door. She knocked lightly. When there was no answer, she turned the knob to find it locked. Banging the door harder with her fist, Bella said loudly, "Lily, you in there?"
Once again, there was no reply. Getting worried, she used the Alohamora spell. When it didn't work, Bella grew into a panic. "Remus! Sirius!"
Remus ran up the stairs from his and Sirius's room with the former in tow. Sirius looked green.
"I can't get this door to open!" exclaimed Bella.
"Move," was Sirius's unstable reply. With one arm over Bella's shoulders and one over Remus's, Sirius mustered all the strength he could. With one hard kick in the door, it swung open, causing the door lock to break.
There was Lily on her bed. Bella checked Lily's temperature. It was over 101 degrees. Sirius used his agility to grab a moist towel from the bathroom which was put over Lily's head. Remus, on the other hand, was looking around. He found a folded piece of paper on the floor. After reading it, his face paled. Shoving it into Bella's hands he fell into the mahogany rocking chair again as Bella read with Sirius reading over her shoulder.
Dear Mr. Potter:
I am sorry to say that your family has been killed in similarity to the recent attacks of Lord Voldermort. All of the fortune they have left behind must now go to you as you are the last remaining Potter left. I am sorry for your loss. Your family was a great wizarding one. The bodies will be at the Death of Wizards office at the Ministry of Magic. Please come to the office to fill out forms. It is your choice of how they will rest.
Sincerely,
Matilda, Head of The Death of Wizards Department.
Bella scrunched up the paper into a ball. This was going to be bad. As Sirius ran to the bathroom to do his business again, Lily began to stir. Her large green eyes fluttered open.
"What happened?" she aske
"Don't you remember?"
Lily scrunched up her face as memories from a few short memories ago came flooding back to her. Her pink cheeks were a contrast to her pale, sweaty face.
"No, no..." Lily moaned. She suddenly sat up straight. An angry fire burned in her eyes. "I'm tired of this. Why does he always find a way to run away?!"
Having been the only one minoring in Magical Medicine, Lily grabbed her wand from the bed side table. She muttered a spell. Grabbing clothes from drawers, Lily picked out a black turtle neck sweater and light khakis. Quickly, she threw them on.
"What are you doing? You just got better!" screamed Bella.
To comfort her friend's anxiety, Lily grabbed a thermometer from the pile besides her silver lamp on the bed side table that was there to check her temperature. Quickly she jammed it into her mouth. A few seconds later, it was taken out.
"There. Happy? My temperature is ninety-eight point seven." Lily then bounded down the stairs. Throwing her dark blue rain jacket on, she ran out the door with her hood on. She ran for the garage where broomsticks were kept. Picking out the fastest one, she hopped onto the gleaming Falling Star. This was definitely the last time she was going to follow James around. Or help him. Either she was going to let him win this round again like always, or she was going to win. Either way, she was going to be unhappy with the results.
A. N. - Sorry for the short chapter even though I promised a long one. I have so much homework! Since I have so many reviews, I want at least 140 before the next chapter comes out. Otherwise, you wait for Saturday. Sorry for the big number, but if it's small, then I'm not doing my homework for no reason.
My friend Anemeir reviewed, and he like my story! Yay! We might collaborate and make a ficcie.
~*Aquarius*~
Someone said my story was well written. You don't know how much that means to me. My grammar and etc. are always bad. I haven't gotten any flames. Yay!
I only write special notes to people with questions, so don't worry, I still appreciate all your reviews.
To:
Moldy (only one with a question)- I have no clue how long this is going to be, but it's definitely going to be longer than fifteen chapters. Perhaps more than twenty-five. Slight chance of being over thirty-five. I'm no help am I? ^_^
I hope you all stick around long enough to see this thing's conclusion....
More Than Just Harry
Chapter 7: Unhappiness
"I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong."
-Leo Rosten
"Nothing is so strong as gentleness and nothing is so gentle as real strength."
-Ralph W. Sockman
"Calm down, James," soothed Lily in a gentle tone. "It's okay. I'm here."
"Let me go damnit!" yelled James in contrast to Lily's voice.
"If you go now, you'll only be killing yourself! Do you think that you can just track him down and kill him?"
"Don't you want to stop these attacks going on?"
"What about me?"
"You're one person, Lily! These are thousands of lives! I'm an auor! You are too. You of all people should understand why I have to do this! You should be helping me!" James's anger lashed out at Lily who inwardly winced and cowered at the fury on James's face. It was red with anger. Lily, however wouldn't show weakness. She had learned that.
"You're not doing this to help others! You're doing this to get revenge! You're not the only one whose relatives were killed!" Lily held onto James with all the strength she had left. Her fever was only getting higher, and it was draining her fast.
"Just because your family didn't accept you, doesn't mean that I hate mine and don't need to kill him!"
That had hurt, but Lily wouldn't say. "I'm carrying your baby," Lily started, trying a different approach, "you own flesh and blood. Don't you want to watch him or her grow up?"
James laughed cruelly while trying to shake the feverish Lily off. "You roped me into this. You think I wanted to be a father? The father of your child? I don't need to stay around here and take care of you. I just did so because your annoying persistence got under my skin."
"You didn't have to do it if you didn't want to. You never listen to me anyway. If you died, do you know it will only cause the ones around you to suffer? Like me?" Lily's' eyes were full of tears, but she refused to let them fall. A sudden feeling of dizziness from her fever washed over her causing her to sway. Her arms let go of James, but with the quick reflexes of a former chaser, Lily grabbed onto James's retreating arm quickly.
"You know what? I don't care. No one does. Just shut up. What do you want me to do? Stay around, watch, and do nothing? You're selfish." That had stung. The grip on James's arm fell limp and fell off of his hand as James stood up. Without looking back, he left the room.
Lily, now feverish and depressed, lay down on her side. The warmth she had felt a minute ago was gone with James. Or maybe it was the fever getting to her. Did she lack contact with James, or was she just cold? She didn't know herself. Quickly, she got up out of the relatively warm sea of blankets, grabbed the mass of blankets off of James's empty bed, set them up over her bed, then jumped in again. She pulled the blankets around her, almost hiding herself from view and fresh air. Under the covers, she hugged a teddy bear close to her.
"Why did he do that?!" muttered Lily. Tears in her eyes desperately wanted to fall. Her shaking fists longed to punch the soft mattress. Lily wouldn't allow herself to. Her whole facade was based on control, a carefree soul, perfection, and patience. The facade she herself loved and hated at the same time. It wouldn't allow her to do a myriad of things, forced her to do some things she really couldn't or didn't want to do, and hid her true self to the world and herself, but it promised loneliness, safety, and security. A double edged sword, as she liked to call it. However, the facade was only partial. It was a mask that only hid the eyes and nose of a person. With James, it showed all except the eyes.
Anger flowed through her veins, sadness and guilt gripped her heart, but she held her control painfully. James threw all the love, trust, and comfort she had for him away. It was a never-ending cycle.
As she thought about these things, Lily's temperature began to rise even higher. She didn't notice, but instead, grew colder. The blankets were pulled extremely close to her.
Her thoughts were unhappy. The sadness and guilt was caused by the fact that James had been right about her selfishness. The fact that he didn't care made it worse.
Her anger was directed toward James, but mostly toward herself. She hated how she felt, how weak she was, and how James effected her.
Lily pulled the blankets around her cocoon style. She was a caterpillar in a cocoon. As black dots entered Lily's vision, she could hear faint banging on her door. While fainting into unconsciousness, she could see Bella, Sirius, and Remus enter her room
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James locked the door to his room and quickly ran down the two flights of stairs. With speed, he put on his black rain jacket.
"What do you want for lunch? It's almost 1:00," said a voice from behind him. Bella was standing in the entry room with a pan in her hand.
James ignored her and fled from the house.
"Jeez, what's his problem?" she asked herself. Wanting to see if Lily was still hungry and wanted more chicken noodle soup, or if she wanted something else, Bella approached Lily's white door. She knocked lightly. When there was no answer, she turned the knob to find it locked. Banging the door harder with her fist, Bella said loudly, "Lily, you in there?"
Once again, there was no reply. Getting worried, she used the Alohamora spell. When it didn't work, Bella grew into a panic. "Remus! Sirius!"
Remus ran up the stairs from his and Sirius's room with the former in tow. Sirius looked green.
"I can't get this door to open!" exclaimed Bella.
"Move," was Sirius's unstable reply. With one arm over Bella's shoulders and one over Remus's, Sirius mustered all the strength he could. With one hard kick in the door, it swung open, causing the door lock to break.
There was Lily on her bed. Bella checked Lily's temperature. It was over 101 degrees. Sirius used his agility to grab a moist towel from the bathroom which was put over Lily's head. Remus, on the other hand, was looking around. He found a folded piece of paper on the floor. After reading it, his face paled. Shoving it into Bella's hands he fell into the mahogany rocking chair again as Bella read with Sirius reading over her shoulder.
Dear Mr. Potter:
I am sorry to say that your family has been killed in similarity to the recent attacks of Lord Voldermort. All of the fortune they have left behind must now go to you as you are the last remaining Potter left. I am sorry for your loss. Your family was a great wizarding one. The bodies will be at the Death of Wizards office at the Ministry of Magic. Please come to the office to fill out forms. It is your choice of how they will rest.
Sincerely,
Matilda, Head of The Death of Wizards Department.
Bella scrunched up the paper into a ball. This was going to be bad. As Sirius ran to the bathroom to do his business again, Lily began to stir. Her large green eyes fluttered open.
"What happened?" she aske
"Don't you remember?"
Lily scrunched up her face as memories from a few short memories ago came flooding back to her. Her pink cheeks were a contrast to her pale, sweaty face.
"No, no..." Lily moaned. She suddenly sat up straight. An angry fire burned in her eyes. "I'm tired of this. Why does he always find a way to run away?!"
Having been the only one minoring in Magical Medicine, Lily grabbed her wand from the bed side table. She muttered a spell. Grabbing clothes from drawers, Lily picked out a black turtle neck sweater and light khakis. Quickly, she threw them on.
"What are you doing? You just got better!" screamed Bella.
To comfort her friend's anxiety, Lily grabbed a thermometer from the pile besides her silver lamp on the bed side table that was there to check her temperature. Quickly she jammed it into her mouth. A few seconds later, it was taken out.
"There. Happy? My temperature is ninety-eight point seven." Lily then bounded down the stairs. Throwing her dark blue rain jacket on, she ran out the door with her hood on. She ran for the garage where broomsticks were kept. Picking out the fastest one, she hopped onto the gleaming Falling Star. This was definitely the last time she was going to follow James around. Or help him. Either she was going to let him win this round again like always, or she was going to win. Either way, she was going to be unhappy with the results.
A. N. - Sorry for the short chapter even though I promised a long one. I have so much homework! Since I have so many reviews, I want at least 140 before the next chapter comes out. Otherwise, you wait for Saturday. Sorry for the big number, but if it's small, then I'm not doing my homework for no reason.
My friend Anemeir reviewed, and he like my story! Yay! We might collaborate and make a ficcie.
~*Aquarius*~