A/N: Normally I don't have an author note at the beginning of a chapter, but I want to clear up a few things. First I want to thank everyone one who has reviewed. I really appreciate it and I'm glad that you enjoy reading it, I enjoy writing it. Now to…
Marauder3989- thanks for your positive reviews, I really appreciate them. Yes, DD is Danielle. I realize I didn't make that all that clear, sorry about that. Also, in the last two chapters, I haven't described any of the original characters really, but I promise, they will be described, most of them in this chapter. The reason I haven't done so yet is because I needed a place where I could have Lily be able to describe them in her thoughts without it sounding out of place. I mean I could've described as soon as their name appeared, but it wouldn't fit with the story. I don't like when authors describe an original character in the middle of a paragraph that didn't have anything to do with that person. I don't know how much sense that made, but I know what I mean. I just rather have a description in a subtle manner then a describing paragraph. Do you understand what I mean? I hope so. Thanks again.
Amandinka- they are in sixth year and yes James is supposed to be a "prick" until they hook up, but the way I see it, he has to change a little for Lily to start being attracted to him so he can at least get a chance with her in seventh year. Trust me, this won't be fluff, I'm sick off all that too. I hope you give the story a chance and keep reading.
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The first week of classes went by very quickly which I was grateful for. As much as I love being at Hogwarts, I hate having the summer end and school begin. I miss sleeping in and staying up half the night writing in my big red journal whatever I please to write about. I miss being able to go to my own room to be by myself. Being by yourself was impossible here at school. The only time I could be alone was in the middle of the night in the common room, but even then it felt like someone was there watching me although I never saw anyone there.
Saturday morning I woke up earlier then I expected I would have. I usually slept in late on the weekends, but today Cassy decided that she didn't want to go to breakfast alone so she woke me up to go with her. Isn't she the most darling friend I could have, the early bird that she is. I gave her a fight telling her that I needed my beauty sleep unlike her, she really was a classic natural beauty, but she wouldn't buy it. She told me to shut it and get out of bed because I was gorgeous and that I didn't need beauty sleep either. Now I wouldn't say I was gorgeous, but damn my mother and father for giving me my genes, I really wanted to stay in bed!
"Okay, I'm up, happy now?" I asked Cassy as she started brushing her long blonde hair. I loved her hair. It was stick strait and always looked good. She hardly ever had to do anything to it, not that she would anyway. Cassy was the most down to earth person I've ever met although by her looks you would never guess it. She was beautiful, golden blonde hair, crystal blue eyes; tall with a figure any girl would die for, a perfect smile and a great personality. She was smart, fun loving, had a great sense of humor, and she was extremely easy going.
She finished her hair and smiled, "Yes! Now hurry up, I'm starved!"
I just rolled my eyes; she's always "starved." I went to my trunk, got my clothes and headed for the bathroom to get ready. Ten minutes later I emerged ready to go. Cassy and I left the dorm and headed down to the portrait hole but we stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
Victoria Andrews, one of our closest friends, was sitting on one of the couches by the fireplace crying. She looked an awful mess, something that she never did. Victoria always looked her best, even when she really just wanted to pull her hair out and scream. She always held it together, emotionally and physically. Her short dark hair always came perfectly to her chin and her dark eyes were never tainted by tears. Right now she sat sobbing, a letter shaking in her hands, and her eyes red and puffy from crying. I think this was the first time I ever saw Victoria even have a tear in her eye, much less seeing her as if she's having a nervous breakdown.
Cassy and I looked at each other for a moment and then we went over to Victoria. I sat down on the coffee table in front of her and Cassy sat next to her on the couch. Cassy put her arm around her, "Victoria, what's the matter? What's wrong?" Victoria didn't say anything; she just stared at the letter in her hands. I could see that Cassy was trying to read what it said, but it looked like she couldn't see it properly. Cassy attempted again to ask what was wrong, but Victoria still didn't say anything.
I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to do something. I touched Victoria's hand and pressed it down to her lap so the letter would rest on her lap as well. This got her attention. Victoria snapped her head up to look first at me and then to Cassy. Cassy asked gently, "Sweetie, what's the matter? What happened?"
Victoria swallowed hard before she cried, "He's dead!" Then she fell into Cassy and started sobbing into her shoulder. Cassy wrapped her arms around her and started rubbing her back softly. I had no idea who Victoria was talking about and when Cassy looked at me I got the feeling that she didn't know either. I noticed that the letter had fallen to the floor. I was going to pick it up to see what it said, but as I was reaching for it I didn't know if I should read it at all. It was Victoria's letter, and she usually was a very private person. I didn't know if I should read it and find out what happened or if I should wait until she calmed down a bit so she could tell us herself. But then Victoria started sobbing harder, it would be a while until she calmed down, so I started to read the letter.
Victoria,
Darling, we hate to have to send a letter to you like this, but there's no
other options right now and we didn't want you to have to read about it in the papers. Dear, Patrick was on call last night. There was another attack and he went to help the back up squad. Victoria darling, he was hit. They took him to St. Mungos, but there was no hope. Sweetie, he didn't make it. I'm sorry that we had to tell you like this, but there was no other way unless you read it in the papers in the morning. We're making arrangements for you, Danielle and Janette to come home as soon as possible for the funeral. We're sorry again for delivering this news to you like this.
With all our love,
Mummy & Daddy
I felt tears welling in my eyes. Victoria's older brother Patrick was killed. I knew he was part of the Wizard Emergency Patrol Squad and with everything going on lately he was risking his life, but I never thought anything would ever really happen to him. I mean, nothing ever happens to the people you know, it's always everyone else. And not only that, he was so young. He was three years my senior, he only graduated two years ago. I remember seeing him in school, talking to Victoria about the right and wrong kinds of boys to go out with. He was Head Boy, keeper on the quidditch team, and an all around great guy. How could someone like that meet this kind of fate while trying to help the better half of the wizarding world? That's just not fair, to him or to his family and friends.
Needless to say, Cassy and I didn't make it to breakfast, or lunch for that matter. We stayed with Victoria, DD, and DD's little sister Janette. The three of them were a huge mess. They didn't know what to do with themselves. Professor McGonagall came to speak to them, but she didn't help them at all. There wasn't anything she could do; they just wanted to be with their family. Victoria wanted to mourn he brother and Danielle and Janette wanted to mourn their cousin. They needed to mourn with their family. Which Professor McGonagall promised they would be able to do soon. She told them that they would be flooing home an hour before diner started.
Cassy and I were talking on our way back up to the common room after dinner about what happened. Dumbledore had given a whole speech about it before diner. Things were getting out of hand.
"I thought they held up pretty well. A lot better then I would've. I'll admit that Petunia and I don't see eye to eye on anything, and we don't really get along, and we don't-"
"Lily, I get the picture. You're sister's a prat, but…"
"But, I'd be heartbroken if something happened to her. I can only imagine how Victoria feels. I mean if me and Petunia can't stand each other, and I would feel horrible. Victoria and Patrick were so close, she has to feel it a hundred times more then I would."
"I know, but I can't get over the fact that this was the biggest attack yet. You heard Professor Dumbledore at diner, 37 casualties! It's only going to get worse, especially for you muggleborns."
I shook my head in agreement as we got to the portrait of the Fat Lady, "I know. Lions heart." Why does the only thing that the Muggle and Wizarding worlds have in common have to be discrimination? Both worlds could be nearly perfect if it wasn't for bigotry. Why does it matter what color you are, or if you're a pureblood or not? This whole pureblood, and halfblood, and mudblood thing is absurd. I hate it!
When we went into the common room Cassy said she'll talk to me later and went over to her boyfriend of three years, Andrew Mullens. I like Andrew, he really is a sweetheart. Cassy and he deserve each other, their perfect together. I remember when they first started dating. Cassy and I were in third year, Andrew in his fourth. Whenever we came into the common room Andrew would start telling a joke, usually a horrible one at that, but all of his friends would laugh. After that he made sure to get eye contact with Cassy and they would just look at each other. Finally, Andrew asked her to one of the Hogsmeade trips and they've been together ever since.
I sat by the fire, in the same seat Cassy and I found Victoria in this morning. The warmth hitting my face felt so nice, comforting. I just sat there, watching the embers dance. I guess I had been sitting here a while because when I looked around the room, only a few students were left. I decided to go up to my room and get my journal. That's what I usually do at night when I can't sleep, I write in my journal. It's not like a diary though, it's more then that. I write about what anything and everything. I might write about the day, maybe a poem or a story, sometimes even a drawing. Pretty much, whatever I'm thinking I put on paper, in some kind of form, in this big red book. It's my life's book.
Anyway, once I got to my empty dorm I changed into my night clothes, grabbed my robe and my book, and I headed back down to the fire. I loved to sit by that fire. By the time I got back downstairs, the common room was empty; it was actually a little eerie, but nice all the same. The common room is never empty until at least 11:00 on a weekend. So I sat by the fire, drawing a picture of how I found Victoria that morning. I was nearly finished with her face when I thought I heard someone bump into something. I looked around but no one was there. I went back to my drawing but it felt like someone was watching me. I looked behind me and behind the couch, no one was there. "I'm loosing it. I really am."
"You are." I jumped nearly three feet off the couch. James Potter was sitting to the right of me.
"It was you! You and that bloody damned cloak! You nearly caused me heart failure!"
He smiled at me, "Sorry Lily love, I didn't mean to frighten you."
"Like hell you didn't Potter! And don't call me that!"
"Whatever do you mean Lily love? I merely called you by your name."
"That! Lily love! Don't do that!"
"Well don't call me Potter, my given name is James, remember?"
I rolled my eyes, "You really expected me to start calling you James? You're denser then I thought."
He put his hand to his heart, "That hurts me, it really does my flower."
"Holy Hell! Will you shut it already! I thought you were going to stop all this nonsense!"
"It's not nonsense, but for arguments sake, lets say it is. Why would you think I would stop it?"
"Are you serious?"
"No, I'm James."
"Jesus, don't you think that's gotten a bit old?"
"That'll never get old. Now back to the question."
He is unreal. Why the hell did I believe him? Why did I think he would try to change? This is low even for him.
He waved his hand in front of my face, "Lily?"
I closed my book and stood up, "I'm going to bed."
"Wait, you didn't answer my question."
I turned around to face him, "When you apologized to me on the train about how you've acted and told me that I was right, I don't know, I just thought that maybe you'd try to change."
James' face twisted into his classic grin, "Just because I apologized doesn't mean I'd want to change. Why would you think that? Would you be interested in me if I was to change?"
I stood there looking at him in disgust. This is probably the least I've ever like him. I liked him even less though when he had the nerve to stand up and come towards me.
He raised my chin with his finger and looked straight into my eyes. With a smile on his face he asked, "Why do you look so upset?"
I backed away from him slightly, "Because you make me ill."
James shook his head no, "I don't think that's it."
"Oh really? Then what do you think?"
"I think you fancy me the way I am. You were only hoping that I would change my ways so you wouldn't have to go against all the things you've said about me all these years."
"I think you're head has gotten bigger over the summer holiday." With that I turned back around and went up the staircase to the girls dormitories.
A/N: well that's it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, be sure to review and tell me what you think.