Announcements!!!
Alrighty. I have been informed that the Harry Potter book is coming out soon. so I wanna make this announcement. NO MATTER WHAT J.K. says or changes, I'm leaving my story and plans the way they are. and maybe. if I want to, add something about what J.K says.
My second announcement is that. I'm thinking about making a Harry Potter defeats Voldemort story, ONLY if J.K doesn't write it first though. otherwize there is no way! Cause I kinda wanna feed off this one.
I'm also thinking about writing about a NEW dark lord AFTER Harry Potter's times, and another set of characters. so. this is what I want you to do for me.
I want you to tell me whether YOU want me to write the different set of characters and dark lord. The Harry Potter one is PURELY my decision so. I won't ask about that. So. all I need you to do is tell me whether you want me to write the new characterz one. HERE'S THE DISCLAIMER!!!
Disclaimer: Alrighty. MOST of this is purely mine. but the things you recognize are J.K's. The prophecies, though. UNFORTUNATELY belong to me. so. here it is.
A Confession Meens Coldness
Disclaimer: Alrighty. MOST of this is purely mine. but the things you recognize are J.K's. The prophecies, though. UNFORTUNATELY belong to me. so. her it is.
James walked through the hallway. He had to talk to Lily about leaving soon. He loved her and didn't want to keep her in the dark any longer. It was time to talk to her, he had decided.
Looking at the window, he found it to be the beginning of the summer. This summer, he would tell Lily of the question he had had hidden for the longest time. He had dreamed of leaving since he had been only 4 years old, but never had the heart to leave Lily. He loved her and his feelings would never change.
Picking up his pace, he walked towards the library, knowing that she was in there, studying for the soon-to-come exams that they were having in conclusion to their training. This meant that they would also be attacking the wizarding and muggle world as Demon Children, or special class Deatheaters.
James sighed, that was the last thing he wanted to do. He never wanted to be a murderer, but someone that brought happiness to the world, nothing else.
James came to an end in his walk as he stood in front of the large wooden door of the book-filled library. He pressed his hand against the cold door handle and pushed it in, opening the door, to come to the sight of books stacked up to the ceiling. Each book had a different reason, each specific in the gorges red-head's study. James looked at the back of Lily.
She had a dirty short-sleeved shirt hanging loosely, covering up her perfect curves. Loose, cotton pants went beyond her feat. Her blood-red hair was up in a long pony-tail, keeping her hair out of her face. A faint scritch-scratching sound could be heard, from her quill, her hand was moving, quickly. She was hunched over a yellowish parchment, in concentration.
James walked over to the busy redhead and kissed her lightly on the head, the only way to get her out of her studies. This indeed scared her out of her work. Her emerald eyes jumped quickly from her work to James' own chocolate brown ones.
"James! Don't scare me like that!" James grinned cheekily at his girlfriend, making her laugh. "You really shouldn't even try to grin like that!" Lily shook her head.
James rolled his eyes. "So, I haven't mastered that one yet, eh? Well, I'll have to work harder next time!" Still laughing, Lily put her ink-filled quill away, and pulled her books of the filled chair beside her, and stacked them onto another now-towering pile of books.
Motioning to the cleaned-off chair, Lily spoke, "Sit." He immediately did as requested. Her brow furrowed in seriousness, "Now. there must be some reason you've disturbed me! You know better then to do so if it's not important."
James nodded, "Indeed there is." She nodded for him to continue. "You remember the promise I made to you?" She nodded. "Well. I feel like now's a good time to tell you." She stayed quiet. James cleared his throat nervously. "I don't like Voldemort! In fact. I hate him! He causes so much pain."
"And what would you like to do about this?" She clearly didn't want to rebel at all and didn't want to go against the rules, but he would have to try!
"I want to leave."
"I WON'T do anything to get in trouble! That's simply suicide!" Her dark red hair framed her face like a halo, blowing to and fro with the little blowing air that circulated through the room. Her darkened emerald eyes were enough to tell anyone that she was angry. At the looks of her, she could easily be mistakened for an angel from hell. James himself, had a softer face on, then her hardened face, he was never able to look the part of a madman, when confronting Lily. He could easily hide most of his feelings, unlike Lily, whose feelings showed themselves on everything about her.
"'I' refuse to stay her and have to kill the innocent!"
"'I' refuse to leave!" Lily was now standing, looking into James' eyes. "If we leave, we'll get caught! What then do you expect will happen to us?" James stayed silent. "Voldemort does not take kindly to traitors! You and me both know that James. Your proposition is 'suicide'! Simply 'suicide'."
"It's a chance at a better life!" James stood up too, now looking down at the dangerous redhead.
"What do you expect he will do 'if' we escape? He's not just going to leave us with the good side! He'll hunt us down! He'll find us and."
"And what then?" James cut her off. "We'll be treated as prisoners? If you haven't heard 'Lily', let me 'enlighten' you, we're 'already' treated as prisoners. We're prisoners here, and that won't change!" Fire burned in her eyes.
"We're treated better!" Lily was now glaring at James. "I've seen how Voldemort treats his prisoners! We live like royalty, compared to them!"
James glared back. "Do you not want a chance at a better life."
"No!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" James stormed out of the room, leaving Lily glaring at the swinging door. James had left open. After a few seconds, she collapsed into her chair and laid her head on the table, crying.
James stormed outside, he looked around, the walked on, only to collapse near the pond, that he had gone to thing by so many times in his past. Sighing, the vision of the petite redhead still haunted him. James could still feel her silky hair, that he had run his hands through so many times. He remembered the feeling of her warm lips against his own. Everything about her still haunted him. It was enough to make any man or boy fall to his knees.
A single teardrop ran down his cheek, followed by many others as he wept. He hid his face in his hands. Lily was enough to make anybody cry, or become the happiest person in the world. She was simply amazing. Nobody measured up to her personality or beauty, no one.
Lily stood up from her chair, wiping the cold tears from her face. She shut the book that she had been reading before the fight. She loved James, but that was too dangerous for her taste. She had spent all her life trying to stay out of trouble, she couldn't do so now! She would be tortured! She couldn't risk that happening again. It had been horrid, simply horrid.
The next morning, Lily walked through the hallways. It was early, too early, and she was tired. She had had an exhausting night, a night when she cried herself to sleep. It had been awful. All her wounds that she had tried so hard to close, were opened. Her thoughts of a better life and all the pain that she had felt over the tears had started running through her mind again, opening all her invisible wounds once again-
Voices cut through her thoughts again, two voices. She recognized one, which was a deep, hissing-like voice, Voldemort. It had always been like that, ever since she could remember. That voice was a nightmare inside a day to hear. It meant fear all the way through her body, and pain at the pit of her stomach, like a never-ending shiver, of the worst degree. Whenever it sounded, she relived all the torture sessions with Voldemort. The other voice was a squeaky, guy's soprano voice that showed fear all the way through it, with the all-the-time shaking and occasional breaks.
"M-master," The scared voice said. "W-what did you c-call me about?" It asked. She could almost feel this man's fear. It seemed to be worse then even her own.
"Evens." Evens? Voldemort always called his deatheaters by their last names. That was her last name! "I called you on the subject of Lily Evens." Her? Why were they talking about her? "As you know, she is no Evens, in fact she's a Ravenclaw." Lily's eyes went wide, and she started backing away. A Ravenclaw? She had read about that family in her textbooks. The last heir had disappeared. SHE had disappeared. They had taken her away, for Voldemort's uses. "She has a lot of power in her, as is expected. They all do. It seems, though that her heir is part of a prophesy. Her heir's supposed to kill me, and it seems that our Lily will make it so he CAN kill me. We need to make sure that that doesn't happen." Her eyes went wider, and she took off running, as fast as she silently could.
She had heard of this prophecy. it had been very interesting to her. It had been in the book of power. of magic! The animagie spell had been in there. The very first spell book. SHE had been in one of the very first prophecy! Why would they prophesy about her? It couldn't have been THAT important. Or could it have been? After a bit of playing with her memory, she finally recalled the prophecy.
In an age where evil is among the good, A hero shall rise up. Aided by his mother, The Child of Good shall defeat the horror of evil. Without the Angel of Life, the Child of Good dies early. No hope will then be with muggles and magic alike, For it is only these two that can save all humanity, For the time being.
James sat down on his bed, nothing else to do. He had just finished his homework. He missed Lily, there was no doubt about that. She was all he could think about. He had had to go back through his homework quite a few times, to change her name to the correct answer.
A soft knock came from his door. Lily? No. She wouldn't want to visit him. That was her knock. he jumped up and threw open the door. James' heart leapt, there stood Lily. Her soft red hair was in a messy ponytail, keeping her hair out of her face, barely. Her emerald eyes shimmered with unshed tears that seemed to about to be released from their prison. She had old tear streaks on her face as well as new tears. He hated to see her like this. It hurt him.
"J-James, I-I'm s-so sorry! You had bravery, I didn't. I should have been braver! You were smart... _I-I wasn't." James immediately pulled her to him, and rubbed her back in a comforting way, he could feel the heaving of her chest against him.
"Sh. It's alright." He savored her warmth in his arms. Sweat trickled down her pale face. Her muffled voice sounded, "No, it's not. I was letting my stupid fear make the decision! I-I should have been stronger, Now, I know." He pulled back, and pushed her straying strands of hair back with his hands, and looked straight into her eyes.
"What made you change your mind?" Lily recounted the whole conversation between Evens and Voldemort, as James listened intently.
"Did they find you?" He asked worriedly. She wiped away the tears from before, her eyes were no longer glassy. Lily shook her head.
"No. Thank goodness! Otherwise I'd be in A LOT of trouble!" James stared at her, accusingly. She shrugged, "If I'm going to get in trouble. I might as well get in trouble doing something practical." A smile spread across James' face, then he picked her up, and twirled her around. They were laughing and smiling. They were together again. James held Lily up, she looked down into his eyes. "So. when do we leave?"
Thank you:
White Ivy
I'm so glad I made my explanation of the Anamagie spell good and complicated, cause it's said that the spell is REALLY complicated, hard to learn, and most people can't do it. you should see what I'm doing for Peter! He he he. That little Rat! I hate him! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! But. unfortunately. I can't kill him. maybe. after this story. I'll go on and do Harry Potter's defeat of Voldemort. I'm also thinking about doing another set of stories. cause look at the prophesy in this part of the story. ~cough~ "for the time being" ~cough~ hint hint! He he he. Newayz. I'm looking forward to the time period after this too! I've been waiting for it ever since I started! No worries. everything that has been mentioned by J.K. Rowlings, will be mentioned in this story!
Julie Anna
Thanks!
Kristy
Thanks for the support!!! And I REALLY NEED TO TALK TO YOU! Uh. if I talk to you before you read this. don't worry about this message. but if I haven't. E-MAIL ME!!!!! Alrighty. I'll stop talking now.
Alrighty. I have been informed that the Harry Potter book is coming out soon. so I wanna make this announcement. NO MATTER WHAT J.K. says or changes, I'm leaving my story and plans the way they are. and maybe. if I want to, add something about what J.K says.
My second announcement is that. I'm thinking about making a Harry Potter defeats Voldemort story, ONLY if J.K doesn't write it first though. otherwize there is no way! Cause I kinda wanna feed off this one.
I'm also thinking about writing about a NEW dark lord AFTER Harry Potter's times, and another set of characters. so. this is what I want you to do for me.
I want you to tell me whether YOU want me to write the different set of characters and dark lord. The Harry Potter one is PURELY my decision so. I won't ask about that. So. all I need you to do is tell me whether you want me to write the new characterz one. HERE'S THE DISCLAIMER!!!
Disclaimer: Alrighty. MOST of this is purely mine. but the things you recognize are J.K's. The prophecies, though. UNFORTUNATELY belong to me. so. here it is.
A Confession Meens Coldness
Disclaimer: Alrighty. MOST of this is purely mine. but the things you recognize are J.K's. The prophecies, though. UNFORTUNATELY belong to me. so. her it is.
James walked through the hallway. He had to talk to Lily about leaving soon. He loved her and didn't want to keep her in the dark any longer. It was time to talk to her, he had decided.
Looking at the window, he found it to be the beginning of the summer. This summer, he would tell Lily of the question he had had hidden for the longest time. He had dreamed of leaving since he had been only 4 years old, but never had the heart to leave Lily. He loved her and his feelings would never change.
Picking up his pace, he walked towards the library, knowing that she was in there, studying for the soon-to-come exams that they were having in conclusion to their training. This meant that they would also be attacking the wizarding and muggle world as Demon Children, or special class Deatheaters.
James sighed, that was the last thing he wanted to do. He never wanted to be a murderer, but someone that brought happiness to the world, nothing else.
James came to an end in his walk as he stood in front of the large wooden door of the book-filled library. He pressed his hand against the cold door handle and pushed it in, opening the door, to come to the sight of books stacked up to the ceiling. Each book had a different reason, each specific in the gorges red-head's study. James looked at the back of Lily.
She had a dirty short-sleeved shirt hanging loosely, covering up her perfect curves. Loose, cotton pants went beyond her feat. Her blood-red hair was up in a long pony-tail, keeping her hair out of her face. A faint scritch-scratching sound could be heard, from her quill, her hand was moving, quickly. She was hunched over a yellowish parchment, in concentration.
James walked over to the busy redhead and kissed her lightly on the head, the only way to get her out of her studies. This indeed scared her out of her work. Her emerald eyes jumped quickly from her work to James' own chocolate brown ones.
"James! Don't scare me like that!" James grinned cheekily at his girlfriend, making her laugh. "You really shouldn't even try to grin like that!" Lily shook her head.
James rolled his eyes. "So, I haven't mastered that one yet, eh? Well, I'll have to work harder next time!" Still laughing, Lily put her ink-filled quill away, and pulled her books of the filled chair beside her, and stacked them onto another now-towering pile of books.
Motioning to the cleaned-off chair, Lily spoke, "Sit." He immediately did as requested. Her brow furrowed in seriousness, "Now. there must be some reason you've disturbed me! You know better then to do so if it's not important."
James nodded, "Indeed there is." She nodded for him to continue. "You remember the promise I made to you?" She nodded. "Well. I feel like now's a good time to tell you." She stayed quiet. James cleared his throat nervously. "I don't like Voldemort! In fact. I hate him! He causes so much pain."
"And what would you like to do about this?" She clearly didn't want to rebel at all and didn't want to go against the rules, but he would have to try!
"I want to leave."
"I WON'T do anything to get in trouble! That's simply suicide!" Her dark red hair framed her face like a halo, blowing to and fro with the little blowing air that circulated through the room. Her darkened emerald eyes were enough to tell anyone that she was angry. At the looks of her, she could easily be mistakened for an angel from hell. James himself, had a softer face on, then her hardened face, he was never able to look the part of a madman, when confronting Lily. He could easily hide most of his feelings, unlike Lily, whose feelings showed themselves on everything about her.
"'I' refuse to stay her and have to kill the innocent!"
"'I' refuse to leave!" Lily was now standing, looking into James' eyes. "If we leave, we'll get caught! What then do you expect will happen to us?" James stayed silent. "Voldemort does not take kindly to traitors! You and me both know that James. Your proposition is 'suicide'! Simply 'suicide'."
"It's a chance at a better life!" James stood up too, now looking down at the dangerous redhead.
"What do you expect he will do 'if' we escape? He's not just going to leave us with the good side! He'll hunt us down! He'll find us and."
"And what then?" James cut her off. "We'll be treated as prisoners? If you haven't heard 'Lily', let me 'enlighten' you, we're 'already' treated as prisoners. We're prisoners here, and that won't change!" Fire burned in her eyes.
"We're treated better!" Lily was now glaring at James. "I've seen how Voldemort treats his prisoners! We live like royalty, compared to them!"
James glared back. "Do you not want a chance at a better life."
"No!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" James stormed out of the room, leaving Lily glaring at the swinging door. James had left open. After a few seconds, she collapsed into her chair and laid her head on the table, crying.
James stormed outside, he looked around, the walked on, only to collapse near the pond, that he had gone to thing by so many times in his past. Sighing, the vision of the petite redhead still haunted him. James could still feel her silky hair, that he had run his hands through so many times. He remembered the feeling of her warm lips against his own. Everything about her still haunted him. It was enough to make any man or boy fall to his knees.
A single teardrop ran down his cheek, followed by many others as he wept. He hid his face in his hands. Lily was enough to make anybody cry, or become the happiest person in the world. She was simply amazing. Nobody measured up to her personality or beauty, no one.
Lily stood up from her chair, wiping the cold tears from her face. She shut the book that she had been reading before the fight. She loved James, but that was too dangerous for her taste. She had spent all her life trying to stay out of trouble, she couldn't do so now! She would be tortured! She couldn't risk that happening again. It had been horrid, simply horrid.
The next morning, Lily walked through the hallways. It was early, too early, and she was tired. She had had an exhausting night, a night when she cried herself to sleep. It had been awful. All her wounds that she had tried so hard to close, were opened. Her thoughts of a better life and all the pain that she had felt over the tears had started running through her mind again, opening all her invisible wounds once again-
Voices cut through her thoughts again, two voices. She recognized one, which was a deep, hissing-like voice, Voldemort. It had always been like that, ever since she could remember. That voice was a nightmare inside a day to hear. It meant fear all the way through her body, and pain at the pit of her stomach, like a never-ending shiver, of the worst degree. Whenever it sounded, she relived all the torture sessions with Voldemort. The other voice was a squeaky, guy's soprano voice that showed fear all the way through it, with the all-the-time shaking and occasional breaks.
"M-master," The scared voice said. "W-what did you c-call me about?" It asked. She could almost feel this man's fear. It seemed to be worse then even her own.
"Evens." Evens? Voldemort always called his deatheaters by their last names. That was her last name! "I called you on the subject of Lily Evens." Her? Why were they talking about her? "As you know, she is no Evens, in fact she's a Ravenclaw." Lily's eyes went wide, and she started backing away. A Ravenclaw? She had read about that family in her textbooks. The last heir had disappeared. SHE had disappeared. They had taken her away, for Voldemort's uses. "She has a lot of power in her, as is expected. They all do. It seems, though that her heir is part of a prophesy. Her heir's supposed to kill me, and it seems that our Lily will make it so he CAN kill me. We need to make sure that that doesn't happen." Her eyes went wider, and she took off running, as fast as she silently could.
She had heard of this prophecy. it had been very interesting to her. It had been in the book of power. of magic! The animagie spell had been in there. The very first spell book. SHE had been in one of the very first prophecy! Why would they prophesy about her? It couldn't have been THAT important. Or could it have been? After a bit of playing with her memory, she finally recalled the prophecy.
In an age where evil is among the good, A hero shall rise up. Aided by his mother, The Child of Good shall defeat the horror of evil. Without the Angel of Life, the Child of Good dies early. No hope will then be with muggles and magic alike, For it is only these two that can save all humanity, For the time being.
James sat down on his bed, nothing else to do. He had just finished his homework. He missed Lily, there was no doubt about that. She was all he could think about. He had had to go back through his homework quite a few times, to change her name to the correct answer.
A soft knock came from his door. Lily? No. She wouldn't want to visit him. That was her knock. he jumped up and threw open the door. James' heart leapt, there stood Lily. Her soft red hair was in a messy ponytail, keeping her hair out of her face, barely. Her emerald eyes shimmered with unshed tears that seemed to about to be released from their prison. She had old tear streaks on her face as well as new tears. He hated to see her like this. It hurt him.
"J-James, I-I'm s-so sorry! You had bravery, I didn't. I should have been braver! You were smart... _I-I wasn't." James immediately pulled her to him, and rubbed her back in a comforting way, he could feel the heaving of her chest against him.
"Sh. It's alright." He savored her warmth in his arms. Sweat trickled down her pale face. Her muffled voice sounded, "No, it's not. I was letting my stupid fear make the decision! I-I should have been stronger, Now, I know." He pulled back, and pushed her straying strands of hair back with his hands, and looked straight into her eyes.
"What made you change your mind?" Lily recounted the whole conversation between Evens and Voldemort, as James listened intently.
"Did they find you?" He asked worriedly. She wiped away the tears from before, her eyes were no longer glassy. Lily shook her head.
"No. Thank goodness! Otherwise I'd be in A LOT of trouble!" James stared at her, accusingly. She shrugged, "If I'm going to get in trouble. I might as well get in trouble doing something practical." A smile spread across James' face, then he picked her up, and twirled her around. They were laughing and smiling. They were together again. James held Lily up, she looked down into his eyes. "So. when do we leave?"
Thank you:
White Ivy
I'm so glad I made my explanation of the Anamagie spell good and complicated, cause it's said that the spell is REALLY complicated, hard to learn, and most people can't do it. you should see what I'm doing for Peter! He he he. That little Rat! I hate him! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! But. unfortunately. I can't kill him. maybe. after this story. I'll go on and do Harry Potter's defeat of Voldemort. I'm also thinking about doing another set of stories. cause look at the prophesy in this part of the story. ~cough~ "for the time being" ~cough~ hint hint! He he he. Newayz. I'm looking forward to the time period after this too! I've been waiting for it ever since I started! No worries. everything that has been mentioned by J.K. Rowlings, will be mentioned in this story!
Julie Anna
Thanks!
Kristy
Thanks for the support!!! And I REALLY NEED TO TALK TO YOU! Uh. if I talk to you before you read this. don't worry about this message. but if I haven't. E-MAIL ME!!!!! Alrighty. I'll stop talking now.