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BURN THE RUM:  I know, it's so sad L.  Yeah, Harry needs to hit him at some point, right?  Right.  Peter deserves it, that…..

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song…

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him to listen for a while

And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song…

"Remus, I need your help with something."

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud

I prated that would finish but he just kept right on…

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song…

"Well, what is it?"

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark and despair

And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there

But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song…

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song…

With his song…

"It's about Lily," said James.

"Oh, it's always about Lily.  It's like you're obsessed with her."

James became a little hot with anger.  "Well, you were like that with Ashley-"  James clapped his hand over his mouth, but realized it was too late.

Remus's face soon became filled with sadness and rage.  "YEAH?  WELL WHY DON'T YOU GO SEEKING ADVICE ON YOUR SNOGGING PROBLEMS SOMEWHERE ELSE?"  He stormed out of the Library, slamming the time book he had down on the table.

James slapped his forehead.  "You're an idiot, James.  What possessed you to say that?  Stupid, stupid!"

Hermione, who had been working on the time problem with Remus, looked up.  "What was that about?"

James sighed.  "It's a long story.  And I don't think Moony would appreciate it if I went around telling people.  It's kind of a touchy subject."

"I see."  Seizing her opportunity to take a break from work (gasp!), she pulled out a copy of Hamlet.  She was a huge Shakespeare fan; after all, she had been named after one of his characters in A Winter's Tale.

"The play's the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King!"  She mouthed her favorite line of the play.  She loved how Shakespeare could make one small sentence so powerful.  It was like she breathed in the air that Hamlet himself breathed.  This was her sanctuary.  She would always read one of his plays whenever she couldn't handle the stress of her life.  Being Harry Potter's friend was a hard thing to do.  But she would never trade it for anything.  She just needed to get away.  She needed to pour her weakness into her books, so she could be strong and revived when she wasn't reading them.  Yes, all she need was to be energized…

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Harry never let his parents out of his site.  He told Lily to sleep on the floor next to Hermione's bed, so Hermione would know if anything were wrong.  James slept in between Harry's and Ron's beds.  At first they thought it was strange, but they didn't bother to ask questions.  They just out they're thoughts elsewhere.

Harry was sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, when Lily came and sat down next to him.

"Well, Mel is out with Sirius, and James is trying to get Remus to talk to him.  Ron's following them for some reason.  'Mione is reading Romeo and Juliet, so I need someone to talk to."

Harry found this as a great opportunity to talk with the mother he never knew.  "Sure."

"So, where did you get that scar?" she asked.

Harry's stomach seemed to flip.  That was certainly the worst question she could've asked.  "Well, er, you don't want to know."

"Too gruesome, huh?  Ok, then…where did you get eyes like that?  They look just like…"  Lily trailed off.  A sudden thought had just occurred to her.  "I've g-got to go."  And with that, she got up off the couch and went to the girls' dormitory.

Harry knew Hermione was up there reading, so Lily was safe.  Just then Peter came in through the door.  His lip was black and blue.  Harry smiled in satisfaction.  Peter eyed Harry with confusion, seeming as though he was looking for sympathy.  He could look that way all he wanted, but Harry was never going to say sorry.

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"Prongs, just leave me alone," begged Remus.

"But Moony, I need to apologize.  What I said was totally out of line."

"There, you've apologized."

"But-"

"Leave me ALONE!"

"Ok," sighed James.  He was forced to head back, with Ron trailing behind.

Remus was left alone to cry for Ashley.  His Ashley…

It was all his fault…

A/N:  How's this chappie?  Yes, it's a teensy bit of a cliffhanger, but it won't be answered until later (not in the next chapter).  But still, soon enough.  Hey, JKR does this all the time, right?  Will update soon (hopefully).