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BURN THE RUM: Yes, I know Peter would NOT be missed (that I-can't-say-or-I'll-be-in-deeeeep-trouble guy!). But if Harry can't tell, Mel can't (damn!). Sorry. It pains me to do this, but it wouldn't make sense in JKR's stories. This is why we are not ready for time travel: *runs off, screaming in frustration*. Ok, I'm back!
Indiangurl: Yeah, it sucks. It makes me actually well up and cry sometimes (SIRIUS!!!!). I still cry about his death….ok, enough of my blabbing! On with the story!
It's just one more dayNo one said
There would be rain again
Won't blame it on myself
I'll blame it on the weatherman
Get away for a while
Here I am out on my own again
Won't blame it on myself
I'll blame it on the weatherman
Standing on the shore
Calling out your name
I was here before
I could see your face
Only clouds will see
Tears are in my eyes
Empty like my heart
Why do ya say goodbye
The rain goes on (on and on again)
Alone I can hear
Hear our song
Playing for me again
Won't blame it on myself
Just blame it on the weatherman
Standing on the shore
Calling out your name
I was here before
I could see your face
Only clouds will see
Tears are in my eyes
Empty like my heart
Why do ya say goodbye
The rain goes on (on and on again)
Maybe it's too late
Maybe it's too late to try again
Maybe I can't pray
Maybe I can't wait
Maybe I can't blame it on the weatherman
The rain goes on (on and on again)
Oh blame it on the weatherman
Melissa walked along the edge of the lake. It was cold, and the wind blew the hair around her face. Her nose had become red and numb, but she didn't care. She could barely feel.
Why does he have to pay? It's not fair! Why should Lily and James pay? It doesn't make any sense! I don't need to be angry right now…
In her rage and frustration, she kicked up the water, creating a large splash. Droplets of water splashed onto her pale face. No, they were tears….She let her tears come tumbling down her cheeks. It wouldn't make a difference anyway. Only the clouds were witnesses to her pain…
There's nothing you can do, Mel. Dumbledore already spoke with you. You are forbidden to tell. Well, what's so bad about me telling? It will save innocent lives. That is worth everything…
But Dumbledore would not have it. Melissa was fed up with the future. Why wouldn't it change for the better? But deep down, she understood. She just didn't know. Then she looked down on the reflections of the clouds. She laughed in spite of herself. Sirius had flown her through a similar cloud not long ago. A thought came to her.
Who knows how much time I've got left with them? Be happy, that's all. Just be happy while you can. That is worth something as well.
Mel slowly wiped the tears off her cheeks. She was not going to give in and let Peter do this to her. She still could live a worthwhile life. All she needed to do was just savour the moments in his arms…
"Hey, Love, are you ok?"
She spun around and looked into Sirius's eyes.
"I am now," she said in a near whisper.
"Good. You look so cold. Here, I brought you this jacket."
"Thank you." She smiled.
"You're welcome, but you've got to take it off as soon as we get in the castle. If Harry finds out I borrowed his Quidditch jacket, he's going to kill me."
Mel giggled. "You're a piece of work, you know that?" She pulled him into a kiss and was, for the first time in a long time, truly happy.
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"Will you two stop snogging and help me?"
James and Lily looked up.
"Geez, Moony, lighten up. We're just having a bit of fun. Why don't you try it sometime?"
"James!" said Lily.
Remus didn't care. He just smiled at his friend and continued working on how to get back to his own time period. He had been study for hours at a time every night for the past two weeks. He didn't know how James got it so quickly….Well he sure wasn't being much help now.
Two hours passed before it was time to head back up to the common room. They headed down the halls until they reached the Fat Lady. Remus gave the password and they entered.
"Lily," James said.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Wow…that was random."
"Way, to be romantic, Lils. No, it's just that, isn't it weird? First you hate me, and then you love me. Why the change of heart?"
Lily sighed. "I never hated you, James. I was just…scared, you know? I was terrified that I was falling for James Potter: The Prat."
"Was it really that bad?" James asked, a little jokingly.
"Not at all." She smiled and he pulled her into a deep kiss. But it didn't last long.
"Where is Dumbledore? I must speak with Dumbledore! Oh, Harry!"
James and Lily first turned to see Harry entering the common room, and then to the fireplace where they saw the head of Nymphadora Tonks.
"Who are you?" asked James.
Tonks did not seem surprised to know that Harry's dead parents were right in front of her.
"Harry! I need to speak with you now! And, er, your friends might want to leave."
James, Lily, and Remus left. Harry knelt down at the fireplace.
"What is it? Did Voldemort strike again?"
"Unfortunately, yes. He attacked Headquarters! No one knows how he got here. He burst the door with a spell and nearly killed Alastor and Kingsley. They managed to make it. I just came back fifteen minutes ago, and they told me. They've been sent to St. Mungo's. The Dark Lord demanded them to lead him to you, but they refused. He tried the Imperius curse, but Alastor wasn't affected. Harry, he knows your younger parents are down there! Pettigrew's been spying on you. He used the lame rat trick and hid in dark corners. He's told Voldemort they're with you. He's going to try to prevent you from ever being born."
"Oh my God. That doesn't mean-"
"He's going to try to kill your younger parents. Harry, get Voldemort NOW!"
Harry ran out the portrait hole, and down the halls towards Voldemort. He stopped when he saw Peter walking along. It took all the power Harry possessed to not kill Wormtail with his bare hands. But he wasn't made of stone. Harry clenched his fist and punched Peter as hard as he could in the mouth. Harry continued running, leaving a clueless Pettigrew bleeding and holding the corner of his mouth.
Harry reached Dumbledore and told him the news.
"Harry, keep your eyes on your parents AT ALL TIMES! If they go off by themselves, Voldemort could lure them. Who knows how he's been getting around…" The old man sighed and looked down. "Harry, we must not let history repeat itself."
A/N: Ok, I know I haven't updated in a while. I was away for Thanksgiving, and did not have access to my computer; therefore, I couldn't get to my story files. I was limited to reading and reviewing other stories (which was still VERY fun). Sorry about the wait. Ok, now, as always, I will update as soon as I get some reviews. Thanks for reading!