Until Death Do Us Part
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot idea is accredited to the original author, J.K.Rowling. Plot angle and revisions idea of Melissa Pomeroy. Character Verissa Station (name borrowed with permission from an aquaintence) property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
chapter ELEVEN: Snow Globe
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Welcome to my version of 'life before Harry'. This is the story of James, Lily, and the gang in their seventh year of Hogwarts to the begining of the Harry Potter series as we know it... Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwarts (complete), and his sixth year, Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades (work in progress).
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The snow had melted before Lily got a chance to go outside. She was very disappointed, but Hagrid, the Keeper of the Keys, had said the moon looked like it might snow again. So lily spent all of Friday evening working on her weekend assignments, so she would have all Saturday and Sunday to play in the snow.
There was no way she wanted to miss another opportunity to play in the snow.
"Lily?"
Lily opened one eye and glared at whoever was waking her.
Siruis.
She opened both eyes and straightened up, looking around the common room. He laughed and pulled a bit of parchment off of herface.
"You fell asleep while studying, didn't you?"
"Thank you for your assessment, Sirius," she snapped, rubbing her eyes.
"Can I talk to you for a moment, Lil?"
"You're doing that right now, aren't you?"
Sirius gave her a grin and pulled up a chair to her table. "Great! Now, Lil, about this whole row with James. You know it's all nonsense, right?"
Lily averted her eyes.
"You know you both should just give up, forget any of this ever happened, and go find a nice broom cupboard, right? I found a fairly large cupboard last week, plenty of room to roll around and-"
"Thank you for your interest in my life, Sirius, but I-"
He frowned. "I am not concerned about your personal life right now, Lily Evans. I'm concerned with mine. You are making James miserable to be around! Do you have any idea what it's like to not be able to speak to your best friend? To not be able to look him in the eye because it hurts you to see his pain that would stare right back at you? My best friend is in pain, Lily. Do you have any idea what that's like?" Sirius narrowed his eyes and his voice became intense.
Lily nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Yes, I do. Because he's my best friend, too." She gathered up her things and hurried up to her room. Sirius sat, looking ashamed, behind her.
She flung herself on her bed and cried. For the first time since she had last really spoken with James, she cried. She cried in deep, heavy sobs that soaked her pillow. That caused her throat to clentch into a tight wad. Tears that stained her face and made her eyes swell like mushrooms.
Eventually, she cried herself to exhaustion and fell into a fitful sleep.
She dreamed of James. He stood, tall and errect at the edge of the Dark Forest. He called to her, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. She ran to James, crying for him to take her back, but as she ran, he seemed to get further and further away, until she could hardly seen him any longer.
Severus Snape pulled up to her in a very stylish red convertable. He called to her, telling her he could make everything better. She got into the car. Suddenly, she was scared. Afraid that Severus had intentions other than helping her and she wanted to get out of his car, but the doors were locked. It never occured to her to climb over the door.
Severus made a face that was most peculiar to him. A smile. He took her hand and placed it ontop of the clutch. With his hand upon hers, Severus shifted gears and took off at top speed towards the place where James had been.
James immediately became closer and closer. Severus stopped his car and Lily got out, running to James, cryng. James looked at Lily with odd amusement, as if to ask, 'What's with the crying?' Lily jumped into his arms, but immediately fell into a cavern. Falling, she looked up and saw a face- Not James' face, but quite similar... much younger. The face was crying, calling to her.
A burst of horrid green light flashed- and she woke with a jerk.
Lily forgot all hunger and any needs that her body may have yearned for. Nothing seemed entirely real for a long time. She stared at the wall for a long time, concentrating only on breathing.
In.
Analisa and Evelyn had come in to take her down to lunch, but she wouldn't be moved.
Out.
The twins had wanted to borrow something of Lily's. When she didn't answer, they took it and ran. She didn't know what they had even wanted to borrow.
In.
Evelyn sat on the edge of Lily's bed and spoke to her for a long while. Lily wasn't paying attention.
Out.
Someone tried to drag her out of her bed by force, saying something about supper, but Lily wasn't hungry and willed herself to not move. It worked.
In.
Analisa and Evelyn readied themselves for bed and turned off the lights.
Out. In. Out. In. Out.
It was late when Lily finally pulled her self out of bed. Much to her suprise, she still wasn't hungry. It had been a whole entire day since she had eaten. She did, however, feel grungy. She felt as if the room was suffocating her. Lily opened her window and was met with a brilliant rush of ice air.
"Bless you, Hagrid... Snow!" she whispered intensely. She threw off her two-day-old-worn clothing and pulled on her heavy winter robes, cuffed with faux fur. A gift from James two years ago, and the color of her eyes, a deep, haunting emerald green.
After washing her face and tugging on her snow boots, Lily sneaked out of the dorm quietly. As she reached the corridors, a horrible thought struck her.
She was breaking rules.
How awful it was for her, Head Girl, to be sneaking out past curfew to play in the snow. She was supposed to be an example for the others. Lily looked around and smiled, what the other students didn't know wouldn't know couldn't hurt them.
As soon as she was outside, her mind with blank with glee. No more worries, no more crying. No more pain. Just snow. Snow. Lily ran fast, delighting in the crunch crunch of the snow beneath her feet. She stopped running as she reached the Dark Forest. From the windows of the school, no one would be able see her at this distance.
Her feet carried her in large circles, spinning and twirling in the sharp air. Lily put her hands out and laughed outright. She was dizzy with emotions. Dizzy from worrying. Dizzy from madness. Dizzy from spinning.
Lily fell to the ground, breathing heavily. Her head becamse heavy, so she laid down in the snow. She watched the snow flakes swirling in tiny gusts of wind, falling from heaven, contrasting against the full moon. She wondered, did James fall from heaven? Is that where he came from? She spread her arms and legs, then drew them tight against her body. And then again. Lily carefully stood up to look at her snow angel. It was lopsided. One wing was larger than the other. She made to fix it was she saw something in the snow.
Deer tracks?
She had never seen deer in the Dark Forest before. She thought it was impossible with all the nasty creatures that lived in the wood. She heard the soft crunching of snow and turned around. A deer, no, a stag. A beautiful golden brown stag was approaching her slowly. Lily's heart pounded. Deer weren't normally easy around people, were they? At least naturally. Perhaps, someone had made a sort of pet out of him?
The stag dipped his head ever-so-slightly, his elaborated antlers glistening in the moonlight, into a small bow. Lily giggled and curtseyed to him.
"How do you do?"
It didn't answer. Obviously.
It came towards her, closer still. Timidly, Lily stretched forth her hand to pet him, and he allowed her. He was soft. Incrediably soft.
"You're the same color as my boyfriend's eyes. Very hadsome, Mr. Deer."
It snorted.
"I know, a lame name. But what can I do? I don't often name forest creatures. I'm not Snow White." Lily watched as it closed its eyes and allowed for her to continue petting him. "Yes. Exactly the color of my boyfriend's eyes. Like, I don't know, chocolate from heaven. Do you think they have chocolate in heaven?"
She scrathed behind his ear and she laughed when he tilted his head up. "Want to know a secret? James likes to have his ear scratched, too. Funny, isn't it?"
It looked up at her with sad eyes.
"But James and I aren't talking right now. I don't think he likes me anymore," she stared off into space. all the while petting his head, "I made a mistake. A big mistake. But I'm stubborn. I can't tell him how sorry I am. I only wish he knew... If he knew, I wouldn't have to tell him."
Lily smiled at the stag. "But you don't have to worry about anything like that, do you? Nope. Deers don't do the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing... That I'm aware of, at least."
She didn't speak for a while, never wondering why the stag allowed her to pet him, thinking only of James.
"Do you think my botfriend knows that I love him?" This time, she looked down at the stag, and he looked back at her. "You're proably not the best person to talk to about this, huh?" She laughed, "I mean, best animal."
The sound of something scurrying past her feet startled Lily. She looked down and saw a large grey rat.
"Oh, gross!" She stepped several feet back and scrowled at the rodent. "I hate rats."
The stag bent his head down and sniffed the rat, then its head turned sharply towards the forest. Lily didn't move. What on earth was transfixing it so?
She suddenly noticed a slightly putred smell. A smell that seized up her nostrels and made her stomach do funny flip-flops and made her spine contort in fear. It was the scent of a very large preditory animal. Bears and lions and such smelled like that, Lily thought to herself, like the ones at the zoo.
A pair of slanted yellow eyes suddenly appeared out of the brush, holding her where she was with its gaze. Lily was scared, no, terrified. The eyes emerged from the darkness, settled on the head of a very feirce looking wolf, a wolf three times as large as the ones at the zoo. She watched the snow melt as it landed on the round and grey muzzle.
A werewolf.
The werewolf growled at Lily, but she made no attempt to flee, she couldn't. The werewolf's eyes seemed to say, 'Just try it, girlie, I dare you.'
The stag took a step forward and snorted at the beast. It didn't move.
Suddenly, a large black dog leaped bewteen the stag and werewolf, growling and barking. It locked eyes with the monster. Neither moved until the black dog barked again. Then it slowly retreated into shrubbery, followed closely by the dog. The stag looked back at Lily, then pranced after them, and the grey rat scuttled in the rear. Had she not been so terrified, Lily would have kicked the rat. Rodents were simply disgusting.
When she was quite certain that the creatures were all gone, she turned on her heels and feld back to the castle. She didn't stop running until she had reached her dorm room. She had, of course, tracked snow all over the place, slipping all the while. She was much suprised to find that she actually didn't care if someone was going to have to spend six hours mopping it up. That's what magic was for in the first place.
As she stood with her back pressed firmly against the door, her vision began to darken.
Then she remembered to breathe.
In.
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Please email me! Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot idea is accredited to the original author, J.K.Rowling. Plot angle and revisions idea of Melissa Pomeroy. Character Verissa Station (name borrowed with permission from an aquaintence) property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter ELEVEN: Snow Globe
Welcome to my version of 'life before Harry'. This is the story of James, Lily, and the gang in their seventh year of Hogwarts to the begining of the Harry Potter series as we know it... Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwarts (complete), and his sixth year, Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades (work in progress).
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There was no way she wanted to miss another opportunity to play in the snow.
"Lily?"
Lily opened one eye and glared at whoever was waking her.
Siruis.
She opened both eyes and straightened up, looking around the common room. He laughed and pulled a bit of parchment off of herface.
"You fell asleep while studying, didn't you?"
"Thank you for your assessment, Sirius," she snapped, rubbing her eyes.
"Can I talk to you for a moment, Lil?"
"You're doing that right now, aren't you?"
Sirius gave her a grin and pulled up a chair to her table. "Great! Now, Lil, about this whole row with James. You know it's all nonsense, right?"
Lily averted her eyes.
"You know you both should just give up, forget any of this ever happened, and go find a nice broom cupboard, right? I found a fairly large cupboard last week, plenty of room to roll around and-"
"Thank you for your interest in my life, Sirius, but I-"
He frowned. "I am not concerned about your personal life right now, Lily Evans. I'm concerned with mine. You are making James miserable to be around! Do you have any idea what it's like to not be able to speak to your best friend? To not be able to look him in the eye because it hurts you to see his pain that would stare right back at you? My best friend is in pain, Lily. Do you have any idea what that's like?" Sirius narrowed his eyes and his voice became intense.
Lily nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Yes, I do. Because he's my best friend, too." She gathered up her things and hurried up to her room. Sirius sat, looking ashamed, behind her.
She flung herself on her bed and cried. For the first time since she had last really spoken with James, she cried. She cried in deep, heavy sobs that soaked her pillow. That caused her throat to clentch into a tight wad. Tears that stained her face and made her eyes swell like mushrooms.
Eventually, she cried herself to exhaustion and fell into a fitful sleep.
She dreamed of James. He stood, tall and errect at the edge of the Dark Forest. He called to her, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. She ran to James, crying for him to take her back, but as she ran, he seemed to get further and further away, until she could hardly seen him any longer.
Severus Snape pulled up to her in a very stylish red convertable. He called to her, telling her he could make everything better. She got into the car. Suddenly, she was scared. Afraid that Severus had intentions other than helping her and she wanted to get out of his car, but the doors were locked. It never occured to her to climb over the door.
Severus made a face that was most peculiar to him. A smile. He took her hand and placed it ontop of the clutch. With his hand upon hers, Severus shifted gears and took off at top speed towards the place where James had been.
James immediately became closer and closer. Severus stopped his car and Lily got out, running to James, cryng. James looked at Lily with odd amusement, as if to ask, 'What's with the crying?' Lily jumped into his arms, but immediately fell into a cavern. Falling, she looked up and saw a face- Not James' face, but quite similar... much younger. The face was crying, calling to her.
A burst of horrid green light flashed- and she woke with a jerk.
Lily forgot all hunger and any needs that her body may have yearned for. Nothing seemed entirely real for a long time. She stared at the wall for a long time, concentrating only on breathing.
In.
Analisa and Evelyn had come in to take her down to lunch, but she wouldn't be moved.
Out.
The twins had wanted to borrow something of Lily's. When she didn't answer, they took it and ran. She didn't know what they had even wanted to borrow.
In.
Evelyn sat on the edge of Lily's bed and spoke to her for a long while. Lily wasn't paying attention.
Out.
Someone tried to drag her out of her bed by force, saying something about supper, but Lily wasn't hungry and willed herself to not move. It worked.
In.
Analisa and Evelyn readied themselves for bed and turned off the lights.
Out. In. Out. In. Out.
It was late when Lily finally pulled her self out of bed. Much to her suprise, she still wasn't hungry. It had been a whole entire day since she had eaten. She did, however, feel grungy. She felt as if the room was suffocating her. Lily opened her window and was met with a brilliant rush of ice air.
"Bless you, Hagrid... Snow!" she whispered intensely. She threw off her two-day-old-worn clothing and pulled on her heavy winter robes, cuffed with faux fur. A gift from James two years ago, and the color of her eyes, a deep, haunting emerald green.
After washing her face and tugging on her snow boots, Lily sneaked out of the dorm quietly. As she reached the corridors, a horrible thought struck her.
She was breaking rules.
How awful it was for her, Head Girl, to be sneaking out past curfew to play in the snow. She was supposed to be an example for the others. Lily looked around and smiled, what the other students didn't know wouldn't know couldn't hurt them.
As soon as she was outside, her mind with blank with glee. No more worries, no more crying. No more pain. Just snow. Snow. Lily ran fast, delighting in the crunch crunch of the snow beneath her feet. She stopped running as she reached the Dark Forest. From the windows of the school, no one would be able see her at this distance.
Her feet carried her in large circles, spinning and twirling in the sharp air. Lily put her hands out and laughed outright. She was dizzy with emotions. Dizzy from worrying. Dizzy from madness. Dizzy from spinning.
Lily fell to the ground, breathing heavily. Her head becamse heavy, so she laid down in the snow. She watched the snow flakes swirling in tiny gusts of wind, falling from heaven, contrasting against the full moon. She wondered, did James fall from heaven? Is that where he came from? She spread her arms and legs, then drew them tight against her body. And then again. Lily carefully stood up to look at her snow angel. It was lopsided. One wing was larger than the other. She made to fix it was she saw something in the snow.
Deer tracks?
She had never seen deer in the Dark Forest before. She thought it was impossible with all the nasty creatures that lived in the wood. She heard the soft crunching of snow and turned around. A deer, no, a stag. A beautiful golden brown stag was approaching her slowly. Lily's heart pounded. Deer weren't normally easy around people, were they? At least naturally. Perhaps, someone had made a sort of pet out of him?
The stag dipped his head ever-so-slightly, his elaborated antlers glistening in the moonlight, into a small bow. Lily giggled and curtseyed to him.
"How do you do?"
It didn't answer. Obviously.
It came towards her, closer still. Timidly, Lily stretched forth her hand to pet him, and he allowed her. He was soft. Incrediably soft.
"You're the same color as my boyfriend's eyes. Very hadsome, Mr. Deer."
It snorted.
"I know, a lame name. But what can I do? I don't often name forest creatures. I'm not Snow White." Lily watched as it closed its eyes and allowed for her to continue petting him. "Yes. Exactly the color of my boyfriend's eyes. Like, I don't know, chocolate from heaven. Do you think they have chocolate in heaven?"
She scrathed behind his ear and she laughed when he tilted his head up. "Want to know a secret? James likes to have his ear scratched, too. Funny, isn't it?"
It looked up at her with sad eyes.
"But James and I aren't talking right now. I don't think he likes me anymore," she stared off into space. all the while petting his head, "I made a mistake. A big mistake. But I'm stubborn. I can't tell him how sorry I am. I only wish he knew... If he knew, I wouldn't have to tell him."
Lily smiled at the stag. "But you don't have to worry about anything like that, do you? Nope. Deers don't do the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing... That I'm aware of, at least."
She didn't speak for a while, never wondering why the stag allowed her to pet him, thinking only of James.
"Do you think my botfriend knows that I love him?" This time, she looked down at the stag, and he looked back at her. "You're proably not the best person to talk to about this, huh?" She laughed, "I mean, best animal."
The sound of something scurrying past her feet startled Lily. She looked down and saw a large grey rat.
"Oh, gross!" She stepped several feet back and scrowled at the rodent. "I hate rats."
The stag bent his head down and sniffed the rat, then its head turned sharply towards the forest. Lily didn't move. What on earth was transfixing it so?
She suddenly noticed a slightly putred smell. A smell that seized up her nostrels and made her stomach do funny flip-flops and made her spine contort in fear. It was the scent of a very large preditory animal. Bears and lions and such smelled like that, Lily thought to herself, like the ones at the zoo.
A pair of slanted yellow eyes suddenly appeared out of the brush, holding her where she was with its gaze. Lily was scared, no, terrified. The eyes emerged from the darkness, settled on the head of a very feirce looking wolf, a wolf three times as large as the ones at the zoo. She watched the snow melt as it landed on the round and grey muzzle.
A werewolf.
The werewolf growled at Lily, but she made no attempt to flee, she couldn't. The werewolf's eyes seemed to say, 'Just try it, girlie, I dare you.'
The stag took a step forward and snorted at the beast. It didn't move.
Suddenly, a large black dog leaped bewteen the stag and werewolf, growling and barking. It locked eyes with the monster. Neither moved until the black dog barked again. Then it slowly retreated into shrubbery, followed closely by the dog. The stag looked back at Lily, then pranced after them, and the grey rat scuttled in the rear. Had she not been so terrified, Lily would have kicked the rat. Rodents were simply disgusting.
When she was quite certain that the creatures were all gone, she turned on her heels and feld back to the castle. She didn't stop running until she had reached her dorm room. She had, of course, tracked snow all over the place, slipping all the while. She was much suprised to find that she actually didn't care if someone was going to have to spend six hours mopping it up. That's what magic was for in the first place.
As she stood with her back pressed firmly against the door, her vision began to darken.
Then she remembered to breathe.
In.
Please email me! Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com