~*~Finally Hope~*~
Disclaimer: Ok. I own everything
. . . Ok. I admit it! I only own the things you Harry Potter Book readers don't recognize. and if you didn't read the HP books, and if you want to find out what I don't own, read the HP books! Cause I'm too lazy to actually write all that I own O:)! Oh and! Doesn't this CUTE??? :d I think it either looks like Stitch, picking his nose with his tongue on Lilo and Stitch (icky but cute!) or a dude touching it's nose. Isn't it CUTE????
Ok. I'll write!
That night Lily stood in her room, looking around. She wasn't going to miss this place. She grabbed the pillow and put it in the blue blankets, puffing the blankets up, so the looked almost human-shaped. A creek of the door behind her announced someone's arrival. Lily glanced out the window to see the time, but she could see none. It was clouded over.
She soon felt a hard hand on her shoulder. Twirling around, she found herself looking into the blue eyes of Nick. Lily scowled at him, earning only a cool smile back.
"Don't touch me," Her voice seemed to be poison, but he only stared at her.
Ignoring what she said, he countered, "Hello my Lillian. How are you this fine night?" Lily rolled her eyes, and kept glaring at him.
"What do you want Nickolas?" Her glare never quit. If only looks could kill, Nick would be a victim.
"To give you another chance." He smiled down at her. "You know you want me." Nick placed his hand on her arm.
Lily immediately shoved it off, and glared at him. "Another chance for what?" Her voice was quiet and deadly but Nick persisted. He sighed and rubbed his shaved chin.
"Must you be so naïve, my little flower? Another chance at being with me of course." Her glare was replaced by a look of annoyance.
"Why don't you get it? I'm in love with James! My feelings will never change! I don't love you! I don't even like you! When are you going to get that through your head? Her voice showed the anger that had developed over the years towards Nick.
He sighed and shook his head as if he were dealing with a 5 year-old. "Lily, Lily, Lily." He clicked his tongue then changed the subject, "What are you doing up at this late hour? Why's your pillow under your covers?" Lily growled in frustration.
"J-just leave! She pulled open the door.
"Wha-" But before he could finish, she pushed him out and slammed the door. "Fool," She heard from outside of her door. The more loudly he said, "I'll get you back Lilliana." She heard the echo of footsteps, sure that he was leaving.
Lily looked over her room, making sure nothing was forgotten, then a thought struck her. Flames burned in her mind, the burning of a small doll, the only thing left. The buttons!
After Lily had woken up, and everyone but herself were no longer in the room, she had reached into the ash, leftovers of the once pretty, yet raggedy doll. After much rummaging with her pale hand and alert ears she had pulled out the blackened buttons from the mess. To her, these symbolized a hope, a hope for better days. These gave her a message that someday, the chains of captivity would no longer grip her in their mighty strength, She would have happiness someday, and Voldemort would be defeated.
Lily tore a loose plank of rotted wood from her bed, and looked at the small amount of items under her bed. There was a diary that hardly classified as a book. Instead it was only a bunch of paper held together by the gravitational pull of earth. There was also a dingy amulet that would seem to most, to be only a trinket of low quality, if any quality at all. Lily knew better though. It was instead an amulet of eternal time. It had the power to keep you alive when old age has come, and passed and when you should be dead. It also had healing powers. It could only operate, without doing a curse, in the hands of pure light. an angel! The curse was unknown though, too much fear in mankind's heart. The last items were the buttons.
Lily carefully picked up the amulet; something kept her from placing it in her pocket, something unknown to her, suppose it was the fact that in rough circumstances, she might loose it, or if she's caught. That could not happen. Thinking fast, she placed the amulet in her shoe, underneath the crook of her foot. Looking at the diary, her mind wondered on what to do with it. There wasn't anyway she could fit it in her shoe. There was a moment of hesitation before it was placed gently onto the table. She pulled black robes of a deatheater over her head, and dropped the "book" into the place where it had once been and placed the rotted wood over it. She just couldn't bring it with. There was a knock at the door, and a coldness called fear creeped inside her. What if it wasn't James? Then they would be caught. That couldn't happen! Silently she calculated what to do, then in a voice she hoped sounded weakened with sleep, she spoke..
"Wh-who is it?" She let out a hopefully realistic yawn. The redhead listened for a voice to sound.
"It's me! James," His voice was in a fast whisper, excitement ran through it. Lily immediately threw the door open. He grinned childishly at her, "I thought you were asleep."
"I was that realistic?" He nodded, making her smile. "Shall we go kind sir?"
"Yes my lady," James bowed. With those words said, the young couple started out on their first adventure. Each had fear and excitement running through them.
Meanwhile, Nick watched them. A snakiest smile crept onto his face. He defiantly wasn't going to let them go that easily. With one glance back at the couple, he strutted off, towards Voldemort's lair, his footsteps barely audible.
As he approached the large black doors, that had at once led to a king's court room, two deatheaters stopped him. Nick stared at the two, a threatening glare on his face. This made no difference, the men still stood strong.
"I have a message for the master," His stony face showed no emotion, but excitement ran through his veins. Ever since Lily turned him down he had been seeking revenge, but no chance had come up. until now that is. They would be sorry for ever hurting Nickolas Suyers.
"There will be no one passing here, on the master's strict orders," One man said, his face unseen because of a black hood pulled over his head, shadowing the death eater's face. Though he was unable to be seen, he was easily recognized as a man. He had a deep gravelly voice, that only could belong to a man.
A spell ran through Nick's head, but was not spoken. This made no difference. The deatheater who had spoken bent down, screaming in pain, until finally he laid down, dead. Nick looked up from his victim, in search of the other guard; he had disappeared. The blond boy would be sure to tell the master about him, for Nick knew that the other guard would then be put to death or at the least be tortured. After all. Fearful people are of no use, so why let the m live?
Stepping over the now dead man, a small smirk formed on his face. He would be rewarded greatly. Nick pushed at the heavy doors. It was locked. That meant to not disturb Him, but this was an emergency. Nick quickly made up his mind, and stepped back. He would see Malfoy, the head of all deatheaters.
With a quiet pop, Nick was gone from the narrow hallway, it's now only occupant was a dead man. An aura of magic was left where he had been standing. The feeling that could always be felt after a spell occurs. He reappeared in front of a smaller set of doors. This set was made of stone. Knocking on the door, Nick waited impatiently. He wanted his reward and soon. Soon enough the door swung open.
A blond, disgruntled man stood in the doorway. He murmured something about going home. A glare took up his face as the man stared up at a smirking Nick. The tow men stood there for only a few seconds before Malfoy spoke.
"I already have to see you idiots more then an hour a day! Why now? When it's time to go home?" Malfoy snarled.
"Good evening Professor," Nick said calmly, as if Malfoy had said nothing. "I have a bit of information. about Lily and James. They're running away." All was said very calmly. Malfoy stood unmoving, staring suspiciously at Nick. This rose the young man's temper, "Well? Aren't you going to do something? Maybe send deatheaters after them?" Nick screamed. Malfoy took off running, mumbling a spell under his breath as he pointed his thin wand at his chunky neck.
The older man screamed in a voice louder then his own the news. This got all's attention and soon the whole castle was swarming with deatheaters, in search for the young couple.
"Well. Lily. James, I hope you're happy. Now you know what happens when you mess with Nickolas Suyers."
The tunnels seemed to go on forever. Some barely there and roughly carved. Others grandly put and finely cut. Some were hidden from sight, passwords, and spells had been put upon them to keep them untouchable. Lily sighed, would they ever escape? The two had dodged all the main routes because of an uneasy feeling she had had. Lily had told James about it, and he had obliged, by taking her through untouched routes.
Lily and James were now approaching the end of their route. James flashed a smile at her and pointed out the window and a deatheater standing upright by the door. He was alert and waiting for intruders or people trying to escape.
"Sir! We've checked every known place in this castle and Potter and Evens are still missing," An older deatheater of a lower rank then Malfoy, reported. Malfoy stared at the man. He was trembling, if these two weren't caught soon, Malfoy would be put as responsible. He would be tortured to the edge of death then painfully rejuvenated. That's what always happened to people in charge of prisoners that escaped.
"You've failed me!" Malfoy snapped. He then regarded a young man behind him, "Get a team of deatheaters down by the exit, and make sure it's a team that has seen the Demon Children before. We can't have everyone seeing them! Voldemort wouldn't be happy. In fact. I'll go with them.
Lily stared worriedly at the unrecognizable man, then turned to James, a question in her emerald eyes. As if James could read her mind, he spoke.
"We'll wait until its time for the late guard to relieve this one. He's never seen or heard us before so we'll tell him that we're going home," James whispered to his love quickly. Lily nodded, unsure.
She responded, "Can't we just knock him out with a spell?" James quickly shook head.
"That would raise suspicion," There was no room for question in his tone of voice but Lily continued anyway.
"A mem-" But before she could finish, James pointed at the place that the guard had stood, there was now another man conversing with him. He was speaking in a low tone of voice. The only words the two could catch were, "Demon." "Escape." "Block." "Entrance." And that was all, but it was enough. Lily's eyes went wide and she stared at James. She could feel his body trembling beside her. He turned slowly, his chocolate eyes wide as well. Her mind went through all the options of escape. By now they would have looked through the entire castle, accept for the secret routes, which was where they sat.
They could always say that they were roaming the secret routes, but then they were no longer secret! They needed these routes for the next escape. Even if she would be willing to lose those routes, they wouldn't believe them. There was no choice but to be caught. "I'm sorry Lily, I failed you," James said apologetically, looking down in shame. She shook her head and put her hand on his.
"No, it's not your fault. I wouldn't have done this if I didn't love you and I didn't want a better life. We wouldn't have come this far if we hadn't been ready to be caught. We just happen to also have hope," She smiled, half-heartedly.
James pulled in his breath, "Are you ready to be caught? When caught, we'll be tortured," She nodded.
"I know, but I'll endure to end with you. We'll have our ups and downs. At some points we probably won't even talk to each other, but that's okay, because we'll make up. You promise you'll take the torture along side me? Even if we're separated, I'll still be in your thought?"
"I promise. I'll never leave your side, even if we're separated." James held out his hand, welcoming her to take it. She smiled and died so.
The two walked out into the opening, where they stood still, waiting. The whole time, they were readying themselves for the worst. Each step was a step closer to the torture they knew awaited them. Each little noise struck fear into their hearts, but they stood strong, hand in hand.
Soon enough a string of deatheaters were running into the room, they were a group both teenagers had seen before. Lily slowly pulled down her hood, revealing herself for the first time since they had started this obsolete escape. James followed the action and looked over at his girlfriend, to look into her mischievous green eyes and smiling face. This had not been what he had been expecting. She pulled her hand from his and reached over, in a motion to shake his hand. He grasped her hand and shook it.
"It's been fun, my partner in crime, but I must say goodbye for now," She said this when she was starting to be grabbed and pulled off the ground. James said nothing, but kept hold of her hand. The deatheaters were pulling her away from him quickly. Soon though they were apart. Pressure was on his shoulders, holding him down, while deatheaters held her up, her feat barely off the ground, and her head not visible, but he could still hear her voice, echo through the rock hall, "Ta ta for now, my good friend!"
James finally worked up his voice, "B-Bye!" But she was out of hearing and sight.
Thanks Goes out to:
Julie Anna
Kristy
Sasher47
Disclaimer: Ok. I own everything
. . . Ok. I admit it! I only own the things you Harry Potter Book readers don't recognize. and if you didn't read the HP books, and if you want to find out what I don't own, read the HP books! Cause I'm too lazy to actually write all that I own O:)! Oh and! Doesn't this CUTE??? :d I think it either looks like Stitch, picking his nose with his tongue on Lilo and Stitch (icky but cute!) or a dude touching it's nose. Isn't it CUTE????
Ok. I'll write!
That night Lily stood in her room, looking around. She wasn't going to miss this place. She grabbed the pillow and put it in the blue blankets, puffing the blankets up, so the looked almost human-shaped. A creek of the door behind her announced someone's arrival. Lily glanced out the window to see the time, but she could see none. It was clouded over.
She soon felt a hard hand on her shoulder. Twirling around, she found herself looking into the blue eyes of Nick. Lily scowled at him, earning only a cool smile back.
"Don't touch me," Her voice seemed to be poison, but he only stared at her.
Ignoring what she said, he countered, "Hello my Lillian. How are you this fine night?" Lily rolled her eyes, and kept glaring at him.
"What do you want Nickolas?" Her glare never quit. If only looks could kill, Nick would be a victim.
"To give you another chance." He smiled down at her. "You know you want me." Nick placed his hand on her arm.
Lily immediately shoved it off, and glared at him. "Another chance for what?" Her voice was quiet and deadly but Nick persisted. He sighed and rubbed his shaved chin.
"Must you be so naïve, my little flower? Another chance at being with me of course." Her glare was replaced by a look of annoyance.
"Why don't you get it? I'm in love with James! My feelings will never change! I don't love you! I don't even like you! When are you going to get that through your head? Her voice showed the anger that had developed over the years towards Nick.
He sighed and shook his head as if he were dealing with a 5 year-old. "Lily, Lily, Lily." He clicked his tongue then changed the subject, "What are you doing up at this late hour? Why's your pillow under your covers?" Lily growled in frustration.
"J-just leave! She pulled open the door.
"Wha-" But before he could finish, she pushed him out and slammed the door. "Fool," She heard from outside of her door. The more loudly he said, "I'll get you back Lilliana." She heard the echo of footsteps, sure that he was leaving.
Lily looked over her room, making sure nothing was forgotten, then a thought struck her. Flames burned in her mind, the burning of a small doll, the only thing left. The buttons!
After Lily had woken up, and everyone but herself were no longer in the room, she had reached into the ash, leftovers of the once pretty, yet raggedy doll. After much rummaging with her pale hand and alert ears she had pulled out the blackened buttons from the mess. To her, these symbolized a hope, a hope for better days. These gave her a message that someday, the chains of captivity would no longer grip her in their mighty strength, She would have happiness someday, and Voldemort would be defeated.
Lily tore a loose plank of rotted wood from her bed, and looked at the small amount of items under her bed. There was a diary that hardly classified as a book. Instead it was only a bunch of paper held together by the gravitational pull of earth. There was also a dingy amulet that would seem to most, to be only a trinket of low quality, if any quality at all. Lily knew better though. It was instead an amulet of eternal time. It had the power to keep you alive when old age has come, and passed and when you should be dead. It also had healing powers. It could only operate, without doing a curse, in the hands of pure light. an angel! The curse was unknown though, too much fear in mankind's heart. The last items were the buttons.
Lily carefully picked up the amulet; something kept her from placing it in her pocket, something unknown to her, suppose it was the fact that in rough circumstances, she might loose it, or if she's caught. That could not happen. Thinking fast, she placed the amulet in her shoe, underneath the crook of her foot. Looking at the diary, her mind wondered on what to do with it. There wasn't anyway she could fit it in her shoe. There was a moment of hesitation before it was placed gently onto the table. She pulled black robes of a deatheater over her head, and dropped the "book" into the place where it had once been and placed the rotted wood over it. She just couldn't bring it with. There was a knock at the door, and a coldness called fear creeped inside her. What if it wasn't James? Then they would be caught. That couldn't happen! Silently she calculated what to do, then in a voice she hoped sounded weakened with sleep, she spoke..
"Wh-who is it?" She let out a hopefully realistic yawn. The redhead listened for a voice to sound.
"It's me! James," His voice was in a fast whisper, excitement ran through it. Lily immediately threw the door open. He grinned childishly at her, "I thought you were asleep."
"I was that realistic?" He nodded, making her smile. "Shall we go kind sir?"
"Yes my lady," James bowed. With those words said, the young couple started out on their first adventure. Each had fear and excitement running through them.
Meanwhile, Nick watched them. A snakiest smile crept onto his face. He defiantly wasn't going to let them go that easily. With one glance back at the couple, he strutted off, towards Voldemort's lair, his footsteps barely audible.
As he approached the large black doors, that had at once led to a king's court room, two deatheaters stopped him. Nick stared at the two, a threatening glare on his face. This made no difference, the men still stood strong.
"I have a message for the master," His stony face showed no emotion, but excitement ran through his veins. Ever since Lily turned him down he had been seeking revenge, but no chance had come up. until now that is. They would be sorry for ever hurting Nickolas Suyers.
"There will be no one passing here, on the master's strict orders," One man said, his face unseen because of a black hood pulled over his head, shadowing the death eater's face. Though he was unable to be seen, he was easily recognized as a man. He had a deep gravelly voice, that only could belong to a man.
A spell ran through Nick's head, but was not spoken. This made no difference. The deatheater who had spoken bent down, screaming in pain, until finally he laid down, dead. Nick looked up from his victim, in search of the other guard; he had disappeared. The blond boy would be sure to tell the master about him, for Nick knew that the other guard would then be put to death or at the least be tortured. After all. Fearful people are of no use, so why let the m live?
Stepping over the now dead man, a small smirk formed on his face. He would be rewarded greatly. Nick pushed at the heavy doors. It was locked. That meant to not disturb Him, but this was an emergency. Nick quickly made up his mind, and stepped back. He would see Malfoy, the head of all deatheaters.
With a quiet pop, Nick was gone from the narrow hallway, it's now only occupant was a dead man. An aura of magic was left where he had been standing. The feeling that could always be felt after a spell occurs. He reappeared in front of a smaller set of doors. This set was made of stone. Knocking on the door, Nick waited impatiently. He wanted his reward and soon. Soon enough the door swung open.
A blond, disgruntled man stood in the doorway. He murmured something about going home. A glare took up his face as the man stared up at a smirking Nick. The tow men stood there for only a few seconds before Malfoy spoke.
"I already have to see you idiots more then an hour a day! Why now? When it's time to go home?" Malfoy snarled.
"Good evening Professor," Nick said calmly, as if Malfoy had said nothing. "I have a bit of information. about Lily and James. They're running away." All was said very calmly. Malfoy stood unmoving, staring suspiciously at Nick. This rose the young man's temper, "Well? Aren't you going to do something? Maybe send deatheaters after them?" Nick screamed. Malfoy took off running, mumbling a spell under his breath as he pointed his thin wand at his chunky neck.
The older man screamed in a voice louder then his own the news. This got all's attention and soon the whole castle was swarming with deatheaters, in search for the young couple.
"Well. Lily. James, I hope you're happy. Now you know what happens when you mess with Nickolas Suyers."
The tunnels seemed to go on forever. Some barely there and roughly carved. Others grandly put and finely cut. Some were hidden from sight, passwords, and spells had been put upon them to keep them untouchable. Lily sighed, would they ever escape? The two had dodged all the main routes because of an uneasy feeling she had had. Lily had told James about it, and he had obliged, by taking her through untouched routes.
Lily and James were now approaching the end of their route. James flashed a smile at her and pointed out the window and a deatheater standing upright by the door. He was alert and waiting for intruders or people trying to escape.
"Sir! We've checked every known place in this castle and Potter and Evens are still missing," An older deatheater of a lower rank then Malfoy, reported. Malfoy stared at the man. He was trembling, if these two weren't caught soon, Malfoy would be put as responsible. He would be tortured to the edge of death then painfully rejuvenated. That's what always happened to people in charge of prisoners that escaped.
"You've failed me!" Malfoy snapped. He then regarded a young man behind him, "Get a team of deatheaters down by the exit, and make sure it's a team that has seen the Demon Children before. We can't have everyone seeing them! Voldemort wouldn't be happy. In fact. I'll go with them.
Lily stared worriedly at the unrecognizable man, then turned to James, a question in her emerald eyes. As if James could read her mind, he spoke.
"We'll wait until its time for the late guard to relieve this one. He's never seen or heard us before so we'll tell him that we're going home," James whispered to his love quickly. Lily nodded, unsure.
She responded, "Can't we just knock him out with a spell?" James quickly shook head.
"That would raise suspicion," There was no room for question in his tone of voice but Lily continued anyway.
"A mem-" But before she could finish, James pointed at the place that the guard had stood, there was now another man conversing with him. He was speaking in a low tone of voice. The only words the two could catch were, "Demon." "Escape." "Block." "Entrance." And that was all, but it was enough. Lily's eyes went wide and she stared at James. She could feel his body trembling beside her. He turned slowly, his chocolate eyes wide as well. Her mind went through all the options of escape. By now they would have looked through the entire castle, accept for the secret routes, which was where they sat.
They could always say that they were roaming the secret routes, but then they were no longer secret! They needed these routes for the next escape. Even if she would be willing to lose those routes, they wouldn't believe them. There was no choice but to be caught. "I'm sorry Lily, I failed you," James said apologetically, looking down in shame. She shook her head and put her hand on his.
"No, it's not your fault. I wouldn't have done this if I didn't love you and I didn't want a better life. We wouldn't have come this far if we hadn't been ready to be caught. We just happen to also have hope," She smiled, half-heartedly.
James pulled in his breath, "Are you ready to be caught? When caught, we'll be tortured," She nodded.
"I know, but I'll endure to end with you. We'll have our ups and downs. At some points we probably won't even talk to each other, but that's okay, because we'll make up. You promise you'll take the torture along side me? Even if we're separated, I'll still be in your thought?"
"I promise. I'll never leave your side, even if we're separated." James held out his hand, welcoming her to take it. She smiled and died so.
The two walked out into the opening, where they stood still, waiting. The whole time, they were readying themselves for the worst. Each step was a step closer to the torture they knew awaited them. Each little noise struck fear into their hearts, but they stood strong, hand in hand.
Soon enough a string of deatheaters were running into the room, they were a group both teenagers had seen before. Lily slowly pulled down her hood, revealing herself for the first time since they had started this obsolete escape. James followed the action and looked over at his girlfriend, to look into her mischievous green eyes and smiling face. This had not been what he had been expecting. She pulled her hand from his and reached over, in a motion to shake his hand. He grasped her hand and shook it.
"It's been fun, my partner in crime, but I must say goodbye for now," She said this when she was starting to be grabbed and pulled off the ground. James said nothing, but kept hold of her hand. The deatheaters were pulling her away from him quickly. Soon though they were apart. Pressure was on his shoulders, holding him down, while deatheaters held her up, her feat barely off the ground, and her head not visible, but he could still hear her voice, echo through the rock hall, "Ta ta for now, my good friend!"
James finally worked up his voice, "B-Bye!" But she was out of hearing and sight.
Thanks Goes out to:
Julie Anna
Kristy
Sasher47