Hello! I loved your reviews, thanks to Orianne, Starrgal and Kira! I'm glad
you like my story, like I said, the first chapters may be a bit confusing
to read but I'm working on making it as easy as I can. I'm still battaling
with the chapters issue so the first two got too close together I see, I'm
making changes now because it was not marking the spaces I made. Hope it
helps, Starrgal!
Now, Kira, no I haven't mentioned the year but they're in their seventh
year, if you wanted to know.
It had brownish hair and emerald green eyes that began shifting to a light brown color. A few crystal blue teardrops dampened her cheeks as they landed on its lips. Its shoulder-length hair covered what appeared to be long pointy ears. James stared at the figure amazed. Doubting whether to take its hand or pull out his wand. The creature opened its strawberry red mouth. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." it whispered. The voice rang in James's ears as a composition of melodic tones that gave him courage and calm. He soon realized that the creature standing in front of him was an elf. James knew that only house- elves lived in Hogwarts and the elf he was staring was not a common house- elf. James unaware of his actions bowed. The elf smiled and nodded its head. James stood up and looked at the elf curiously. He noticed that the elf was floating a few inches in the air to reach his height. "I don't mean to sound rude. But who are you?" He asked. The elf smiled. "All you need to know is that my name is Cayce, James." Her arm extended once again. "Trust me."
James was dazzled. He had no idea what to do next. But he figured that he had nothing to lose, for his fate, he belived, was already written. He took a deep breath and took the elf's hand. The elf looked at him through her now hazel eyes. "You look quite amusing when you're scared." She said smiling. James's cheeks turned a soft shade of pink but his expression changed instantaneously realizing that when he looked back to the elf. She was gone.
His expression grew serious. "What kind of prank is this?!" he yelled as his anger rose. His question was left unanswered as it echoed through the corridors. James took both of his hands to his face and breathed fast. Slowly his breathing pace returned to normal. "James, calm down." He said to himself. He carried on his course down to the kitchens. His pace was fast and determined and his aspect glowed furiously. In just a few minutes he stood in front of the fruit portrait. He tickled it and the portrait swung open. James saw the familiar hole and climbed up to it. When he was about to go inside a mighty force expelled him out smashing his body to the corridor's wall. James looked up looking for the guilty face. But he found none. He had been expelled and the portrait had closed immediately. The fruit painting disappeared and instead a blank painting was hanged. James ran to portrait and punched it several times. "NO! Don't do this to me!" he said exasperatedly. He stopped banging the portrait after his fist showed signs of being severely bruised. He let himself fall to the floor in frustration and pain.
"WHY!?" he yelled as tears of pain poured down his eyes. "WHY?!" he repeated. He took his healthy hand to his face and began crying. He rocked his body back and forth thinking about why he was always the one to screw everything up. He had failed to Lily. Lily! He remembered. She was alone in the Forbidden Forest where who knows how many or what kind of dark creatures lived. He punched the floor with his fist and screamed in pain. He took his bruised hand and massaged it. He had to put himself together and return to be the James Potter he once was. The carefree and brave Marauder James Potter. The James Potter Lily had fell in loved with. Shaking he stood up slowly and took out his wand. He was not going to rot in Hogwarts' corridors. He was going to decide the where and when of his death and it definitely wasn't there and then.
It had brownish hair and emerald green eyes that began shifting to a light brown color. A few crystal blue teardrops dampened her cheeks as they landed on its lips. Its shoulder-length hair covered what appeared to be long pointy ears. James stared at the figure amazed. Doubting whether to take its hand or pull out his wand. The creature opened its strawberry red mouth. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." it whispered. The voice rang in James's ears as a composition of melodic tones that gave him courage and calm. He soon realized that the creature standing in front of him was an elf. James knew that only house- elves lived in Hogwarts and the elf he was staring was not a common house- elf. James unaware of his actions bowed. The elf smiled and nodded its head. James stood up and looked at the elf curiously. He noticed that the elf was floating a few inches in the air to reach his height. "I don't mean to sound rude. But who are you?" He asked. The elf smiled. "All you need to know is that my name is Cayce, James." Her arm extended once again. "Trust me."
James was dazzled. He had no idea what to do next. But he figured that he had nothing to lose, for his fate, he belived, was already written. He took a deep breath and took the elf's hand. The elf looked at him through her now hazel eyes. "You look quite amusing when you're scared." She said smiling. James's cheeks turned a soft shade of pink but his expression changed instantaneously realizing that when he looked back to the elf. She was gone.
His expression grew serious. "What kind of prank is this?!" he yelled as his anger rose. His question was left unanswered as it echoed through the corridors. James took both of his hands to his face and breathed fast. Slowly his breathing pace returned to normal. "James, calm down." He said to himself. He carried on his course down to the kitchens. His pace was fast and determined and his aspect glowed furiously. In just a few minutes he stood in front of the fruit portrait. He tickled it and the portrait swung open. James saw the familiar hole and climbed up to it. When he was about to go inside a mighty force expelled him out smashing his body to the corridor's wall. James looked up looking for the guilty face. But he found none. He had been expelled and the portrait had closed immediately. The fruit painting disappeared and instead a blank painting was hanged. James ran to portrait and punched it several times. "NO! Don't do this to me!" he said exasperatedly. He stopped banging the portrait after his fist showed signs of being severely bruised. He let himself fall to the floor in frustration and pain.
"WHY!?" he yelled as tears of pain poured down his eyes. "WHY?!" he repeated. He took his healthy hand to his face and began crying. He rocked his body back and forth thinking about why he was always the one to screw everything up. He had failed to Lily. Lily! He remembered. She was alone in the Forbidden Forest where who knows how many or what kind of dark creatures lived. He punched the floor with his fist and screamed in pain. He took his bruised hand and massaged it. He had to put himself together and return to be the James Potter he once was. The carefree and brave Marauder James Potter. The James Potter Lily had fell in loved with. Shaking he stood up slowly and took out his wand. He was not going to rot in Hogwarts' corridors. He was going to decide the where and when of his death and it definitely wasn't there and then.