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Chapter 9: Hagrid's Hut

Lily banged on Hagrid's hut while Veronica and Bella backed up, pretty much frightened of Hagrid already.

"Gosh mates, I don't really see why you two are scared of Hagrid. He's one of the nicest people I've known in my life!"

As Lily said this, the door busted opened, swinging on its hinges as something came flying at Lily. The force was so much, that it knocked Lily off her feet.

"Fang!" Lily grumbled as he licked her face, "Get off of me Fang!"

Lily started giggling as she tried pushing him off.

"Why Lily," Hagrid said, pulling Fang off of Lily, "How yeh doing? I see yeh did end up bringing yeh friends!" Hagrid smiled at Lily, and Lily smiled back. "Well, why don't yeh all come in? I already have the tea ready."

Hagrid got out of the doorway, and held the door open as Lily came in, followed by two very awed friends.

***

"She's something alright," James said looking out the Common Room window as Lily, Bella, and Veronica walked in Hagrid's hut.

Just because his bed wasn't in the Gryffindor Tower didn't mean he wasn't going to hang out there with his friends.

"Who?" Remus said looking up from his chess game with Peter.

"Lily," James said dreamingly.

Sirius, who was watching the chess game, got that maniac grin on his face. "Does Jamsey Whimsy have a crush on Liliums?"

As quick as lightning, James blurted out, "NO! Nah. Why would you think that? Nope, I do not have a crush on Lily! Never. No."

Remus looked at James knowingly, and then went back to his game.

"What? Don't you believe me?" James said looking at each of them.

"Yeah, we believe you alright James," Peter said sarcastically, moving is knight.

James sighed in frustration and went to leave the Common Room.

"Hey James," Sirius called out, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know, maybe to the kitchens!" James yelled, the portrait slamming shut after his voice.

"Man, and I was going to ask for some fudge!" Sirius said sighing as if his whole day was ruined.

***

Once Lily got situated in Hagrid's humongous chair with her feet hanging hopelessly off the edge, Lily decided to have some fun with her powers.

Looking in Hagrid's eyes, Lily's mind was filled with Hagrid's thoughts.

{'Bout time she got herself some friends!}

"So Hagrid, glad I finally made some friends?" Lily said, amused.

Hagrid looked at Lily strangely, but answered, "Yeah, I bin wondering when you'd finally get out of you're shell.

{Hmm, I think I need to get the tea.}

"Hagrid, what about the tea? You want me to get it?"

The whole time there Lily found out a lot of things about Hagrid that she never knew. Such as Hagrid liking Professor McGonagall. YUCK! ***

James was sitting on a rock by the lake after going to the kitchens, sitting at lunch doing nothing but listen to his friends' conversations, and his afternoon classes.

Grabbing a book out of his cloak pocket, James opened it to his favorite poem. If his friends ever found out that he read poems, he would be the laughing stock of the entire school. James started reading it aloud.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,---I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!---and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

James wiped away a couple of tears.

"That was beautiful!" A voice behind him whispered.

James turned around to find Lily standing there in tears, looking at the sky.

"You heard me?" James said turning red.

'This wasn't right. Now she's gong to tell that I, James Potter, like poetry.' James thought, looking at the ground.

"It is true," Lily said mostly to herself, "I do love them more after they died."

Lily sat down next to James on the rock.

Forgetting about his embarrassment, James started talking, "Yeah, it's my favorite poem because it's true. My dad.you know, used to be Ministry of Magic? How he died and all a year ago, I do love him more now than before. It's like I suddenly realized what he did for me. My mom still hasn't gotten over his death."

There was a long but peaceful silence as both of them starred at the sky.

"Well," Lily said getting up, "It's almost dinnertime, I'm going to head in."

"I guess I will too," James said also standing up and putting his book in his pocket.

They both walked up to the entrance door, lost in thought. Before James opened the door, he turned back to Lily.

"Wait, Lily, promise you won't tell anyone what happened out there?"

"I promise." She said smiling.

James smiled back.

As James held the door open for Lily, she looked back at Trisha who was sulking around the lake. Lily knew Trisha was trying to get James. She knew Trisha was working for Voldemort. Lily knew they thought it was James who was the mind reader, not her. She knew that she had to protect James. Lily knew all of this because she read Veronica's mind that one day. She also knew that was another reason why Veronica didn't want to be Trisha's friend.

(A/N: Dun, dun, DUN!)

"Oh, and Lily, what was up with that note in Transfiguration?"

Lily blushed and ran inside to the Great Hall.

A/N: I KNOW THAT'S SHORT BUT THIS WILL BE THE LAST SHORT ONE! THE REST WILL BE LONG! I'm having serious writer's block. It's like I know what I'm going to write but I need to collect my thoughts. Some of you are begging for the next chapter and all and I had this done for a while but I thought I would make the chapter longer but I guess not. I'm having a major headache and high school just started so please forgive me if it takes a while to update. I'LL TRY! Thank you for EVERYONE who reviewed! THEY MADE ME UPDATE THIS SMALL CHAPTER! Oh, and the poem up there belongs to Elizabeth Barrett, isn't it beautiful?

P.S. Sorry if it's a little confusing.