Disclaimer:I do not own anything that you recognize Lily, James, Malfoy,
and Voldemort. My story line is completely original, along with Nick, and a
few new characters, one mentioned before. The hide out is my own creation.
~*~ Chapter 5: Pain Caused by the Unlikely ~*~
Lily stood in the middle of a small room in front of a small, stained chair. It was made of wood, and seemed ready to collapse. The room she was in, was like the rest of the castle, boulder colored rock.
She sat down in the dingy chair, wringing her hands. The door beside her led to the hospital where James and Nick lay. She didn't know what to do about Nick. He would most likely hate her forever. He is one of the most stubborn people she knew. There was another worry she had. She wondered what James' problem was. He had been so upset earlier. She could see through every façade that came her way, and knew James is going through troubles, even though he tried to hide it.
Suddenly, the door opened with a creek and Lily jumped up, startled. Her eyes were wide with curiosity when she turned and looked at the white clad nurse, whom was plump and masculine. Her horse-like face was screwed up with a horrible glare. Lily decided to ignore the lady's unfriendly behavior and smiled sweetly.
"What do you want?!" The woman barked, showing her blackened teeth. Lily's sweet smile turned into a mocking one.
"I was wondering how James Potter is doing."
The woman stood there, figuring out what she had said, then as if the light bulb in her head went off, she screeched, "Go see for yourself!" With those last words, she stalked off. Lily chuckled at the slow woman. Fat, ugly, and stupid, the 3 worst attributes. The only good thing about the woman was that she could serve things to you, and make a pillow fluffier than any other. Everyone has a talent, hers just happen to be small, but used. Lily remembered the nights she had spent in the hospital, for sicknesses and wounds. The doctor, Madame blackwidow had made her medicines. At first she had been scared of having a doctor with such a name, but soon found that she had the skills necessary to heal her.
Lily pushed open the heavy doors that immediately fell off its hinges from overuse. She nimbly stepped over the broken down door, and took a look around the cramped in room. There were white beds in 2 lines that seemed to go on forever. Lily knew better then to look into these beds for James. The Demon Children had there own quarters where they were healed, rested and taken care of.
The cold, warn at stone walls stood tall and ready to collapse. She ran her small hand over the cold metal, that belonged to the beds as she passed. Her hair swung as she looked at the only two occupants on opposite sides of the room.
One old man had eyes full of hate. His stained, white whiskers beard lay around his pale-white skin. His crumpled body seemed ready to let of life. His long, dirt stuffed nails grasped the white sheets. The other man in the room seemed to only be a corpse. He was a large Orc, with pierced ears, and pale brown-yellowish skin. His yellow teeth were clenched and had a nasty scowl across his face. The hu-inhuman creature was ready to fall off his bed. Lily could smell the fowl rotting smell portraying from his body.
She covered her nose and sped up her pace. An Orc on his deathbed smelled worse then any other creature in such a state, accept of course for dragons, but most of their smell came from the poison on the inside. The farther she got from the spiritless body, the more the awful smell deteriorated. As she entered the creamy white hallway, she could smell castle air, but with a tinge of the Orc's smell. She let go of her nose and took a deep breath, then coughed. She just remembered a fact that she had learned in her Care of Magical Creatures class. Taking in the fumes of an Orc's dead smell can be fatal, because they give off poisons that are normally locked inside, killing them off little by little, until their death day, which was obviously the way this one had died. Because of this fact, the Orc can only live 30 years at the most. The Orc's growing speed is amazingly faster then humans.
As she walked into the room, where the Demon Children were hospitalized, the smell disappeared fully, letting her gasp in castle air. She looked around her new, yet familiar surroundings.
The walls were washed and painted white. Only three beds lay in this room, bed legs holding the mattresses up. Curtains surrounded two out of three of then, while one's curtain was drawn, the bed, empty. Her name was labeled at the end of this bed, while James and Nickolas' names were on the other two. Tables stood by each, with various empty potion bottles and a glass of water standing on them. She smiled and walked towards James bed, her short heals clicking with each step.
Lily took one more deep breath before brushing the curtain aside and stepping into the dimly lit area. Her thin shadow was cast across a large beam of light coming from the place she had opened. She looked at the fifteen year-old before her; he's jet-black was strewn out. His usually tan skin was pale from loss of blood but she knew he would get better. He seemed asleep by the way his eyes were closed. Lily jumped back in surprise as his eyes flickered open.
His eyes sparkled as a small smile creeped onto his face. Lily's surprised look was replaced with a large smile. She jumped onto his bed and engulfed James in a hug.
"You're okay!" He grunted painfully as her body smashed his own. "Oh. sorry." She stood up and kissed his forehead. James closed his eyes, as her soft red lips touched warmly on his own cold forehead. He smiled weakly at her wonderful touch.
"Yeah. I am. Thanks to you." Lily only smiled in response. "I mean if you hadn't gotten the professor. I would most likely be dead right now. He studied her. Her soft red hair fell around her shoulders like a curtain. Her usually flawless creamy white skin had a gash on her cheekbone, it seemed to deep to get rid of. A bit of dried blood seeped from it, not wiped off. A large purple-yellowish bruise stood out on her cheekbone. He traced both with the back of his finger. "How.? Did Nick do this?" James face grew hard with contempt and anger.
Lily stayed calm, not wanting another fight. "James." Her voice was steady, and unbreaking. She took his hand, which had been on her face in her hand. She looked in his eyes, taking in the anger. "I got my bruise." She wondered what to say. She couldn't lie to him. She couldn't look toward the night sky, which seemed to always give her answers.
"Lily, where did you get that bruise?" The usually soothing voice James had was now full of hate. That didn't help her position.
"I got my bruise. in the middle of the fight, when I was trying to brake you two up." James seemed slightly pleased with the answer whit Lily didn't know if that was good or not.
"The cut?" He asked, glancing up at it, then into her eyes.
"When I was running through the hallway, I ran into one of the professors, and fell onto the floor, scraping my cheekbone." She explained. James nodded, pleased.
When Lily walked out of the hospital, James jumped out of his bed, throwing off his covers, and towards Nick's bed. He drew open the white curtains, and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck part of his shirt, waking him up immediately. They glared daggers at each other before Nick spoke.
"What do you want Potter?" He spat James' name out after calmly saying the other words.
"To give you a death threat." Nick's eyes narrowed. "You touch my Lily, I swear Nick."
Nick cut through, "You swear what? She's mine to touch, anyway I want!" He said slowly, a smirk taking up his features. "You're just a crush, she'll soon realize who she's truly in love with."
"Why you little." James pulled up his fist, ready to punch.
"Boys!" A female voiced screamed from the side. The memory of his and Lily's discussion flashed before his eyes.
~'~Flashback~'~
Lily sat on the foot of James' bed, and took his hand. She seemed to be dodging eye contact.
"James, promise me something." She looked into his eyes, bravery portraying from her own sparkling green eyes.
"Anything." She smiled a look of ease, replacing the brave one.
"Promise me that you won't start another fight with Nick."
"Li-" James started.
"Please," She asked, pleadingly. "I love you, and I don't want you hurt again."
He sighed, "I promise." She smiled, and hugged him gently.
"You're the best."
~'~End Flashback~'~
Thanks goes out too:
Spiderwebs: You're the sweetest!
Bon: Yes my code is quite easy, but wait till you see my next codes that I made up, I think they're harder then before, even though they're quite simple. I'm just bad with decoding
WhiteIvy: No Voldemort does not favor Nick, it's just that Nick favors what Voldemort does
Shrouded Spirits: Go you! I suck at figuring codes out too. Guys are hard to let down, especially ones with temper, and claiming that they love you! Yikes!
Littleginblossum: I'm not hurt, it is quite easy, I just can't decode at all, just make them up. I thought up a harder code though, hope you like it, of course you won't see it for a while.
~*~ Chapter 5: Pain Caused by the Unlikely ~*~
Lily stood in the middle of a small room in front of a small, stained chair. It was made of wood, and seemed ready to collapse. The room she was in, was like the rest of the castle, boulder colored rock.
She sat down in the dingy chair, wringing her hands. The door beside her led to the hospital where James and Nick lay. She didn't know what to do about Nick. He would most likely hate her forever. He is one of the most stubborn people she knew. There was another worry she had. She wondered what James' problem was. He had been so upset earlier. She could see through every façade that came her way, and knew James is going through troubles, even though he tried to hide it.
Suddenly, the door opened with a creek and Lily jumped up, startled. Her eyes were wide with curiosity when she turned and looked at the white clad nurse, whom was plump and masculine. Her horse-like face was screwed up with a horrible glare. Lily decided to ignore the lady's unfriendly behavior and smiled sweetly.
"What do you want?!" The woman barked, showing her blackened teeth. Lily's sweet smile turned into a mocking one.
"I was wondering how James Potter is doing."
The woman stood there, figuring out what she had said, then as if the light bulb in her head went off, she screeched, "Go see for yourself!" With those last words, she stalked off. Lily chuckled at the slow woman. Fat, ugly, and stupid, the 3 worst attributes. The only good thing about the woman was that she could serve things to you, and make a pillow fluffier than any other. Everyone has a talent, hers just happen to be small, but used. Lily remembered the nights she had spent in the hospital, for sicknesses and wounds. The doctor, Madame blackwidow had made her medicines. At first she had been scared of having a doctor with such a name, but soon found that she had the skills necessary to heal her.
Lily pushed open the heavy doors that immediately fell off its hinges from overuse. She nimbly stepped over the broken down door, and took a look around the cramped in room. There were white beds in 2 lines that seemed to go on forever. Lily knew better then to look into these beds for James. The Demon Children had there own quarters where they were healed, rested and taken care of.
The cold, warn at stone walls stood tall and ready to collapse. She ran her small hand over the cold metal, that belonged to the beds as she passed. Her hair swung as she looked at the only two occupants on opposite sides of the room.
One old man had eyes full of hate. His stained, white whiskers beard lay around his pale-white skin. His crumpled body seemed ready to let of life. His long, dirt stuffed nails grasped the white sheets. The other man in the room seemed to only be a corpse. He was a large Orc, with pierced ears, and pale brown-yellowish skin. His yellow teeth were clenched and had a nasty scowl across his face. The hu-inhuman creature was ready to fall off his bed. Lily could smell the fowl rotting smell portraying from his body.
She covered her nose and sped up her pace. An Orc on his deathbed smelled worse then any other creature in such a state, accept of course for dragons, but most of their smell came from the poison on the inside. The farther she got from the spiritless body, the more the awful smell deteriorated. As she entered the creamy white hallway, she could smell castle air, but with a tinge of the Orc's smell. She let go of her nose and took a deep breath, then coughed. She just remembered a fact that she had learned in her Care of Magical Creatures class. Taking in the fumes of an Orc's dead smell can be fatal, because they give off poisons that are normally locked inside, killing them off little by little, until their death day, which was obviously the way this one had died. Because of this fact, the Orc can only live 30 years at the most. The Orc's growing speed is amazingly faster then humans.
As she walked into the room, where the Demon Children were hospitalized, the smell disappeared fully, letting her gasp in castle air. She looked around her new, yet familiar surroundings.
The walls were washed and painted white. Only three beds lay in this room, bed legs holding the mattresses up. Curtains surrounded two out of three of then, while one's curtain was drawn, the bed, empty. Her name was labeled at the end of this bed, while James and Nickolas' names were on the other two. Tables stood by each, with various empty potion bottles and a glass of water standing on them. She smiled and walked towards James bed, her short heals clicking with each step.
Lily took one more deep breath before brushing the curtain aside and stepping into the dimly lit area. Her thin shadow was cast across a large beam of light coming from the place she had opened. She looked at the fifteen year-old before her; he's jet-black was strewn out. His usually tan skin was pale from loss of blood but she knew he would get better. He seemed asleep by the way his eyes were closed. Lily jumped back in surprise as his eyes flickered open.
His eyes sparkled as a small smile creeped onto his face. Lily's surprised look was replaced with a large smile. She jumped onto his bed and engulfed James in a hug.
"You're okay!" He grunted painfully as her body smashed his own. "Oh. sorry." She stood up and kissed his forehead. James closed his eyes, as her soft red lips touched warmly on his own cold forehead. He smiled weakly at her wonderful touch.
"Yeah. I am. Thanks to you." Lily only smiled in response. "I mean if you hadn't gotten the professor. I would most likely be dead right now. He studied her. Her soft red hair fell around her shoulders like a curtain. Her usually flawless creamy white skin had a gash on her cheekbone, it seemed to deep to get rid of. A bit of dried blood seeped from it, not wiped off. A large purple-yellowish bruise stood out on her cheekbone. He traced both with the back of his finger. "How.? Did Nick do this?" James face grew hard with contempt and anger.
Lily stayed calm, not wanting another fight. "James." Her voice was steady, and unbreaking. She took his hand, which had been on her face in her hand. She looked in his eyes, taking in the anger. "I got my bruise." She wondered what to say. She couldn't lie to him. She couldn't look toward the night sky, which seemed to always give her answers.
"Lily, where did you get that bruise?" The usually soothing voice James had was now full of hate. That didn't help her position.
"I got my bruise. in the middle of the fight, when I was trying to brake you two up." James seemed slightly pleased with the answer whit Lily didn't know if that was good or not.
"The cut?" He asked, glancing up at it, then into her eyes.
"When I was running through the hallway, I ran into one of the professors, and fell onto the floor, scraping my cheekbone." She explained. James nodded, pleased.
When Lily walked out of the hospital, James jumped out of his bed, throwing off his covers, and towards Nick's bed. He drew open the white curtains, and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck part of his shirt, waking him up immediately. They glared daggers at each other before Nick spoke.
"What do you want Potter?" He spat James' name out after calmly saying the other words.
"To give you a death threat." Nick's eyes narrowed. "You touch my Lily, I swear Nick."
Nick cut through, "You swear what? She's mine to touch, anyway I want!" He said slowly, a smirk taking up his features. "You're just a crush, she'll soon realize who she's truly in love with."
"Why you little." James pulled up his fist, ready to punch.
"Boys!" A female voiced screamed from the side. The memory of his and Lily's discussion flashed before his eyes.
~'~Flashback~'~
Lily sat on the foot of James' bed, and took his hand. She seemed to be dodging eye contact.
"James, promise me something." She looked into his eyes, bravery portraying from her own sparkling green eyes.
"Anything." She smiled a look of ease, replacing the brave one.
"Promise me that you won't start another fight with Nick."
"Li-" James started.
"Please," She asked, pleadingly. "I love you, and I don't want you hurt again."
He sighed, "I promise." She smiled, and hugged him gently.
"You're the best."
~'~End Flashback~'~
Thanks goes out too:
Spiderwebs: You're the sweetest!
Bon: Yes my code is quite easy, but wait till you see my next codes that I made up, I think they're harder then before, even though they're quite simple. I'm just bad with decoding
WhiteIvy: No Voldemort does not favor Nick, it's just that Nick favors what Voldemort does
Shrouded Spirits: Go you! I suck at figuring codes out too. Guys are hard to let down, especially ones with temper, and claiming that they love you! Yikes!
Littleginblossum: I'm not hurt, it is quite easy, I just can't decode at all, just make them up. I thought up a harder code though, hope you like it, of course you won't see it for a while.