Chapter 3
I looked over at James who quickly turned away blushing. Was he just staring at me?
I went back to my work for Transfiguration, trying to concentrate. There! He was doing it again, I looked back over and once again he turned away fast.
"Hey Sirius? Can I borrow one of your quills?" I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.
Sirius rolled his eyes and threw a quill at me and I skillfully caught it. Ok, I'm only joking.
I jumped up to try and catch the quill that was coming towards me and in the process I accidentally tripped over the rug, banged my leg against the table, and made all my ink splatter all over myself and my work.
I sat there confused for a second and then let out a moan, while putting my head into my hands. Not a good idea because I ended up getting ink all over my face because the ink had gotten on my hands.
I glared at Sirius who was laughing his head off. Who did he think he was anyways?
Then I looked over at Remus and Peter who were also trying to stifle their snickers.
Then I looked over at James who came rushing to my side with his wand. He said a quick spell to clean the ink off and helped me up.
James was such a gentleman . . .
I sighed, "Thank you JAMES!" I said the last part, while glaring at the other three. Sirius took another look at me and burst into more laughter.
I limped back over to the couch while James was holding one of my arms, helping me. I sat down and leaned back, sighing again. I felt James sit next to me.
"Are you okay Lily?"
I opened one eye and looked at him and stuttered, "Y-y-yes." I then took one look at my homework and groaned. I'd have to do it all over again.
James grabbed my hurt leg and brought it up to his lap and started rubbing it. Oh, did it feel relaxing.
I closed my eyes.
Good thing I shaved this morning.
"Thanks James," I said. I feel like I've been saying thank you to him a lot lately.
James just continued rubbing my leg.
"Work your way up!" Sirius yelled and then cracked up at his own joke.
"Shut up Sirius!" James and I yelled blushing.
"So, um, Lily, another Hogsmead weekend coming up. Do you, um, want to go with me?"
I opened both of my eyes and looked at him then smiled.
"Yes," I said standing up, pulling my leg away from him.
The other Marauders cheered and James and I laughed.
I limped back up stairs not caring how bad it hurt and entered my dorm. I shut the door and leaned back on it, a huge smile on my face.
"YES!" I squealed.
***
"Ahh!" I yelled, falling onto my side, in an attempt to get my baggy pants on. To say the least, I happened to wake up late . . . on the Hogsmead day!
And now, here I was lying on the floor, still trying to get my baggy pants on, in only a bra and panties.
When I finished my task of getting my baggy pants on, I put a green shirt that had one of my favorite bands on and then put on my Hogwarts' robe, leaving it open.
After brushing my hair, leaving my curls natural and down, I applied some black eye liner and put a thick amount of mascara on. I looked at myself fast in the mirror and ran out the door.
Rose and her friends already left, I thought sadly but brushed it off.
I was just in time because James was just coming down his stairs.
"Hey," we both mumbled. There was an award silence.
"So, let's go?" James broke the silence.
"Ok."
We both walked out to the carriages that would lead us to Hogsmead in a silence, left in our own thoughts.
As I was waiting for the carriage to start I glanced to my right and looked at the carriage next to us. Oh great, Chris was in it. I was about to turn my head until he glared in my direction, staring at me. GLARED and not just any glare . . . it was a glare of . . . hatred?
I quickly turned around and blushed. I hated making eye contact with people.
Well, I shouldn't have to worry about Chris. He had his chance.
"So what's your favorite color?" James asked, trying to start conversation.
"Red."
"Do you have a reason for why it's your favorite color?"
"Well, I don't know. Something about it. It's a very romantic color but it can also resemble evil too. Blood for example. But then it can resemble a rose. See?"
James nodded his head.
"What's your favorite color?" I asked.
"Green," he said simply, and then turned his head and looked out the window.
"What's your reason?"
"Just because . . ."
I left it at that. No sense of bugging, then I'd just annoy him.
"What's your favorite subject?" I asked trying to fill the uncomfortable silence in as the carriages moved.
"Transfiguration," he said quickly.
"Charms," I said, knowing he was going to ask.
We both nodded and looked out the window, staring at the trees that past.
"Ugh! The silence is driving me mad!" James burst out. I giggled and agreed. James then started a conversation with me about Quidditch until we arrived to Hogsmead.
Good, at least we are comfortable around each other now.
We laughed. We talked. We joked around and flirted. It was great.
"Oh my God! Did you see the look on his face?" I asked laughing my head off, as me and James entered Three Broomsticks.
Ok, one of the most comical things happened when we were in Flourish and Blots. Maybe this won't seem funny to you because it's one of those things you have to see but Snape tripped. And it was hilarious!
"I know!" James laughed and we found a seat in the back corner where it was dark. We sat down and talked a little more about the incident.
"Hey James, I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said getting up.
"I'm going to go get some butterbeer then." James said, also standing up.
I slowly made my way to the restrooms. Wow, James was just . . . wow. And he actually LISTENED. Unlike a lot of guys and he wasn't perverted either.
Right when I was about to turn the door knob to the restroom I heard someone call my name from the storage room.
"Lily!" It whispered again.
Oh my gosh . . . I get scared easily too. Heck, I wasn't about to be those dumb dumbs who followed the voices in the movies. Great, now I didn't even have to go to the bathroom and if I wanted to get back to the table I'd have to walk past the storage room.
I quickly walked past it.
That was close.
My scream, muffled when a hand covered my mouth and pulled me in the storage room.
"You think you're all that Evans? Think you're all pretty, don't you?" The guy whispered, mask over face, in a strange voice as if covering up his real one. The only thing I could see on him was his brown eyes.
He pinned me against the wall and I shook my head 'No' as tears formed in my eyes. He grabbed something out from his pocket and my eyes got huge. It was a knife. He was going to kill me right then and there.
He took the knife slowly up to my shoulder and slice. I squeezed my eyes tight.
No pain came.
I realized he only sliced half my shirt off and my robe had fallen to the ground, long forgotten.
It was so hard for me to think straight.
"You tell anyone and I swear I'll kill all your love ones one by one by one or make something terrible happened to you every time you tell someone."
He ripped the rest of my shirt off and tears rolled down my face.
I was frozen.
I couldn't move.
I was scared.
He unbuttoned my pants and I knew what he was doing.
He was going to rape me.
Oh . . . my . . . God.
***
"And remember, one word and . . ." He did a slicing motion with his finger over his neck and walked out of the storage room leaving me sprawled out on the ground, exposed, 15 minutes later.
He slammed the door and I lied there, lost. More tears came and I cried and cried and cried.
Why me?
I grabbed my robes, angrily. I covered myself as my other clothes were all sliced up, in the corner.
"Help," I whispered choking.
"Help," I said louder this time.
"Help," I screamed, pounding my fist against the floor.
The storage door opened and I covered my eyes as light flooded in.
"Lily? What happened to you?" James said kneeling down next to me. "When you didn't come after 10 minutes I started worrying. I knew girls take long in the bathrooms but that seemed like an unreal time. I went and decided to look for you and that's when I heard you." James picked up my torn shirt and looked back at me. "Did someone . . .?"
James went to touch my shoulder but I whimpered away. "Don't touch me James," I hissed.
Never again was I going to let someone touch me.
Wait a second! How convenient was it that James, out of all people, came right after the guys left? I mean, I didn't know who the guy was considering he had a mask on. Was it James?
"Someone help!" James yelled.
Immediately a lady who worked at Three Broomsticks rushed in and stared at me and then at James.
Me who was only wearing a robe, my leg sticking out from under the robe and then at James, who was fully clothed.
"Young man," the lady said, grabbing James by the ear and pulling him up. "That is it; I am going to report you to Albus immediately and make sure to get you expelled and wish you never did this!"
Two people knew or maybe one if James was the one who did this.
That means . . . two love ones of mine were going to get killed.
"No!" I yelled out.
Both of them looked at me and I continued, "Don't tell anyone more. Please, not even Dumbledore! Just don't!"
"I'm sorry but I must tell," the lady said and then glared at James.
"Only Dumbledore then," I whispered. There goes all my love ones, I thought.
I bowed my head and wept.
I can't really remember what happened next.
The lady pulled James along by the ear and he was protesting the whole time and he almost looked like he was going to cry. We walked out of the back door so we wouldn't create a scene and I walked in front of them, robe wrapped around me. I remember rain started pouring down as we walked. We walked for who knows how long until we reached Hogwarts. I can't remember why we couldn't just use the carriages but the lady guided us. We had walked in Hogwarts drenched and into Dumbledore's office and the lady explained what happened in her own words.
After what seemed like the longest silence Dumbledore, looking grave, turned and looked at James, "Empty your pockets."
James was about to protest but emptied his pockets anyways. James and I gasped when I saw the knife the guy had used on my clothes, fall on the ground.
"That's the knife!" I gasped again, pointing at it.
"What? I never ever carry a knife around! This is mad Professor Dumbledore! Why would I rape Lily? I . . . I like her! I was waiting after I got the butterbeers for her the whole time she was gone!"
"Did you see James waiting at the table, Miss Calhoun?" Professor Dumbledore turned his head in the direction of the lady who lead them.
"I am sorry but it was dark in the corner they were sitting in," She said looked back and forth between everyone.
James let out a cry of frustration and turned to me, "Lily! Don't you believe me? I would never do nothing to you EVER!"
I looked at James and then turned my head in the other direction.
"James," Dumbledore said sadly, "I am sorry but I am going to have to expel you. All evidence leads to you."
"But you have no proof!" James yelled, forgetting he was talking to the Head Master.
Miss Calhoun picked up the knife and showed it to James.
James opened his mouth and then closed it. He opened it again and said, "I didn't do it."
"I am sorry James." Dumbledore said standing up. Everyone rose. "Will you be ok Miss Evans?"
I nodded and didn't say anything else. I was shock that was for sure.
Why James?
"Alright then, James, you will be asked to go home in two weeks. Enough time for you to get your stuff packed."
James bowed his head.
I walked out the door and blindly made my way to the tower. I didn't want to see James. Never again. I thought I trusted him actually. I thought he was my . . . friend.
I walked past everyone in the common room and up to my dormitory. I walked into my bed and closed the sheets around my bed.
I cried.
And cried.
And cried.
Never have I felt so . . . used.
***
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I looked over at James who quickly turned away blushing. Was he just staring at me?
I went back to my work for Transfiguration, trying to concentrate. There! He was doing it again, I looked back over and once again he turned away fast.
"Hey Sirius? Can I borrow one of your quills?" I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.
Sirius rolled his eyes and threw a quill at me and I skillfully caught it. Ok, I'm only joking.
I jumped up to try and catch the quill that was coming towards me and in the process I accidentally tripped over the rug, banged my leg against the table, and made all my ink splatter all over myself and my work.
I sat there confused for a second and then let out a moan, while putting my head into my hands. Not a good idea because I ended up getting ink all over my face because the ink had gotten on my hands.
I glared at Sirius who was laughing his head off. Who did he think he was anyways?
Then I looked over at Remus and Peter who were also trying to stifle their snickers.
Then I looked over at James who came rushing to my side with his wand. He said a quick spell to clean the ink off and helped me up.
James was such a gentleman . . .
I sighed, "Thank you JAMES!" I said the last part, while glaring at the other three. Sirius took another look at me and burst into more laughter.
I limped back over to the couch while James was holding one of my arms, helping me. I sat down and leaned back, sighing again. I felt James sit next to me.
"Are you okay Lily?"
I opened one eye and looked at him and stuttered, "Y-y-yes." I then took one look at my homework and groaned. I'd have to do it all over again.
James grabbed my hurt leg and brought it up to his lap and started rubbing it. Oh, did it feel relaxing.
I closed my eyes.
Good thing I shaved this morning.
"Thanks James," I said. I feel like I've been saying thank you to him a lot lately.
James just continued rubbing my leg.
"Work your way up!" Sirius yelled and then cracked up at his own joke.
"Shut up Sirius!" James and I yelled blushing.
"So, um, Lily, another Hogsmead weekend coming up. Do you, um, want to go with me?"
I opened both of my eyes and looked at him then smiled.
"Yes," I said standing up, pulling my leg away from him.
The other Marauders cheered and James and I laughed.
I limped back up stairs not caring how bad it hurt and entered my dorm. I shut the door and leaned back on it, a huge smile on my face.
"YES!" I squealed.
***
"Ahh!" I yelled, falling onto my side, in an attempt to get my baggy pants on. To say the least, I happened to wake up late . . . on the Hogsmead day!
And now, here I was lying on the floor, still trying to get my baggy pants on, in only a bra and panties.
When I finished my task of getting my baggy pants on, I put a green shirt that had one of my favorite bands on and then put on my Hogwarts' robe, leaving it open.
After brushing my hair, leaving my curls natural and down, I applied some black eye liner and put a thick amount of mascara on. I looked at myself fast in the mirror and ran out the door.
Rose and her friends already left, I thought sadly but brushed it off.
I was just in time because James was just coming down his stairs.
"Hey," we both mumbled. There was an award silence.
"So, let's go?" James broke the silence.
"Ok."
We both walked out to the carriages that would lead us to Hogsmead in a silence, left in our own thoughts.
As I was waiting for the carriage to start I glanced to my right and looked at the carriage next to us. Oh great, Chris was in it. I was about to turn my head until he glared in my direction, staring at me. GLARED and not just any glare . . . it was a glare of . . . hatred?
I quickly turned around and blushed. I hated making eye contact with people.
Well, I shouldn't have to worry about Chris. He had his chance.
"So what's your favorite color?" James asked, trying to start conversation.
"Red."
"Do you have a reason for why it's your favorite color?"
"Well, I don't know. Something about it. It's a very romantic color but it can also resemble evil too. Blood for example. But then it can resemble a rose. See?"
James nodded his head.
"What's your favorite color?" I asked.
"Green," he said simply, and then turned his head and looked out the window.
"What's your reason?"
"Just because . . ."
I left it at that. No sense of bugging, then I'd just annoy him.
"What's your favorite subject?" I asked trying to fill the uncomfortable silence in as the carriages moved.
"Transfiguration," he said quickly.
"Charms," I said, knowing he was going to ask.
We both nodded and looked out the window, staring at the trees that past.
"Ugh! The silence is driving me mad!" James burst out. I giggled and agreed. James then started a conversation with me about Quidditch until we arrived to Hogsmead.
Good, at least we are comfortable around each other now.
We laughed. We talked. We joked around and flirted. It was great.
"Oh my God! Did you see the look on his face?" I asked laughing my head off, as me and James entered Three Broomsticks.
Ok, one of the most comical things happened when we were in Flourish and Blots. Maybe this won't seem funny to you because it's one of those things you have to see but Snape tripped. And it was hilarious!
"I know!" James laughed and we found a seat in the back corner where it was dark. We sat down and talked a little more about the incident.
"Hey James, I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said getting up.
"I'm going to go get some butterbeer then." James said, also standing up.
I slowly made my way to the restrooms. Wow, James was just . . . wow. And he actually LISTENED. Unlike a lot of guys and he wasn't perverted either.
Right when I was about to turn the door knob to the restroom I heard someone call my name from the storage room.
"Lily!" It whispered again.
Oh my gosh . . . I get scared easily too. Heck, I wasn't about to be those dumb dumbs who followed the voices in the movies. Great, now I didn't even have to go to the bathroom and if I wanted to get back to the table I'd have to walk past the storage room.
I quickly walked past it.
That was close.
My scream, muffled when a hand covered my mouth and pulled me in the storage room.
"You think you're all that Evans? Think you're all pretty, don't you?" The guy whispered, mask over face, in a strange voice as if covering up his real one. The only thing I could see on him was his brown eyes.
He pinned me against the wall and I shook my head 'No' as tears formed in my eyes. He grabbed something out from his pocket and my eyes got huge. It was a knife. He was going to kill me right then and there.
He took the knife slowly up to my shoulder and slice. I squeezed my eyes tight.
No pain came.
I realized he only sliced half my shirt off and my robe had fallen to the ground, long forgotten.
It was so hard for me to think straight.
"You tell anyone and I swear I'll kill all your love ones one by one by one or make something terrible happened to you every time you tell someone."
He ripped the rest of my shirt off and tears rolled down my face.
I was frozen.
I couldn't move.
I was scared.
He unbuttoned my pants and I knew what he was doing.
He was going to rape me.
Oh . . . my . . . God.
***
"And remember, one word and . . ." He did a slicing motion with his finger over his neck and walked out of the storage room leaving me sprawled out on the ground, exposed, 15 minutes later.
He slammed the door and I lied there, lost. More tears came and I cried and cried and cried.
Why me?
I grabbed my robes, angrily. I covered myself as my other clothes were all sliced up, in the corner.
"Help," I whispered choking.
"Help," I said louder this time.
"Help," I screamed, pounding my fist against the floor.
The storage door opened and I covered my eyes as light flooded in.
"Lily? What happened to you?" James said kneeling down next to me. "When you didn't come after 10 minutes I started worrying. I knew girls take long in the bathrooms but that seemed like an unreal time. I went and decided to look for you and that's when I heard you." James picked up my torn shirt and looked back at me. "Did someone . . .?"
James went to touch my shoulder but I whimpered away. "Don't touch me James," I hissed.
Never again was I going to let someone touch me.
Wait a second! How convenient was it that James, out of all people, came right after the guys left? I mean, I didn't know who the guy was considering he had a mask on. Was it James?
"Someone help!" James yelled.
Immediately a lady who worked at Three Broomsticks rushed in and stared at me and then at James.
Me who was only wearing a robe, my leg sticking out from under the robe and then at James, who was fully clothed.
"Young man," the lady said, grabbing James by the ear and pulling him up. "That is it; I am going to report you to Albus immediately and make sure to get you expelled and wish you never did this!"
Two people knew or maybe one if James was the one who did this.
That means . . . two love ones of mine were going to get killed.
"No!" I yelled out.
Both of them looked at me and I continued, "Don't tell anyone more. Please, not even Dumbledore! Just don't!"
"I'm sorry but I must tell," the lady said and then glared at James.
"Only Dumbledore then," I whispered. There goes all my love ones, I thought.
I bowed my head and wept.
I can't really remember what happened next.
The lady pulled James along by the ear and he was protesting the whole time and he almost looked like he was going to cry. We walked out of the back door so we wouldn't create a scene and I walked in front of them, robe wrapped around me. I remember rain started pouring down as we walked. We walked for who knows how long until we reached Hogwarts. I can't remember why we couldn't just use the carriages but the lady guided us. We had walked in Hogwarts drenched and into Dumbledore's office and the lady explained what happened in her own words.
After what seemed like the longest silence Dumbledore, looking grave, turned and looked at James, "Empty your pockets."
James was about to protest but emptied his pockets anyways. James and I gasped when I saw the knife the guy had used on my clothes, fall on the ground.
"That's the knife!" I gasped again, pointing at it.
"What? I never ever carry a knife around! This is mad Professor Dumbledore! Why would I rape Lily? I . . . I like her! I was waiting after I got the butterbeers for her the whole time she was gone!"
"Did you see James waiting at the table, Miss Calhoun?" Professor Dumbledore turned his head in the direction of the lady who lead them.
"I am sorry but it was dark in the corner they were sitting in," She said looked back and forth between everyone.
James let out a cry of frustration and turned to me, "Lily! Don't you believe me? I would never do nothing to you EVER!"
I looked at James and then turned my head in the other direction.
"James," Dumbledore said sadly, "I am sorry but I am going to have to expel you. All evidence leads to you."
"But you have no proof!" James yelled, forgetting he was talking to the Head Master.
Miss Calhoun picked up the knife and showed it to James.
James opened his mouth and then closed it. He opened it again and said, "I didn't do it."
"I am sorry James." Dumbledore said standing up. Everyone rose. "Will you be ok Miss Evans?"
I nodded and didn't say anything else. I was shock that was for sure.
Why James?
"Alright then, James, you will be asked to go home in two weeks. Enough time for you to get your stuff packed."
James bowed his head.
I walked out the door and blindly made my way to the tower. I didn't want to see James. Never again. I thought I trusted him actually. I thought he was my . . . friend.
I walked past everyone in the common room and up to my dormitory. I walked into my bed and closed the sheets around my bed.
I cried.
And cried.
And cried.
Never have I felt so . . . used.
***
A/N: ::tear:: Surprise, surprise, didn't expect that coming now did you? Well, hope you like it. I was kind of sad that I didn't get that many reviews but I am going to continue on with this story anyways. Thanks to:
the redhead from Hell
jessicaBLACK: See . . .THERE IS going to be a twist and stuff! You just had to be patience my child! Hehe thanks!
fiery red-haired girl
Midnight Raven
GdCharlotte
KV: Haha! I thought you and your sister were the same person!
Piggylette: Oh, it wasn't JUST about not having a date, it was because of everything that was bothering her.
mystikalolo
Sapphire Raven