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Never Love Again
Chapter One: A Taste of RealityA crimson-haired girl stormed out of the house.
Her eyes brimmed with crystal tears, which slowly trickled down her pale, flawless skin.
Her face filled with rage and fury, though her heart froze with misery and dejection.
"I've had it. I'm never coming back."
And this time, she meant it.
Why? Why me? Why is it that I am nothing in the eyes of my parents? Why is it that my sister cares nothing about me, and simply loathes my existence? Why? Why me?
The girl screamed her heart out, unleashing sixteen years of endurance that laid buried in her inner self.
The day she had got the letter concerning her admission to Hogwarts had lifted her hopes. She thought that this would mean a change. Yes indeed, was it a change. But only a change for the worst.
No matter how hard she tried to gain exceptional grades, how hard she tried to never place a foot out of line; concluding in her never having any fun or social life, but what did she get in return?
Nothing.
All she wanted was love from her parents; care from her sister; a warm family.
And I'll never have that, she thought bitterly.
Night was approaching and rain plunged everywhere, consuming the streets in a whirlpool of liquid.
She had nowhere to go and walked inside the first shop that had a shelter. A pub.
Her hair was drained of its usual lustrous liveliness and had turned darker, emitting lifeless vigour.
"Hallo sweetheart! What would you like?" The bartender said cheerfully.
He glanced at her wretched state and sighed.
"I know just the drink for you. It will free you from your troubles."
The girl knew better than to drink her troubles away, but she thought, I have nothing to lose.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
The bartender mixed a few liquids together skilfully and thrusted the drink towards the girl, who he thought looked over eighteen.
She drank it all in one gulp and started to feel woozy.
"More!" she ordered.
The night crept by slowly, and she didn't go by unnoticed.
A tall young man entered with his handsome friend and stopped at the sight of the drunk girl.
"Evans?" he asked uncertainly tapping her shoulder lightly.
"Go away." Was the muffled response he got.
He turned the girl around so she would face him, but her lifeless head wilted, swaying faintly from side to side. He gently lifted her head up and gasped.
"Hey Sirius! Come over here quick!"
Sirius, a dark-haired man with striking looks turned away from the exuberant blonde he was flirting with and walked towards his friend.
"Holy crap! Isn't that Lily Evans?" He exclaimed.
"Yeh, but I think she's drunk. I'm gonna talk her home," The other man, known as James said.
James had amazingly good looks, along with a well-built body. He was also a talented Quidditch seeker. Girls wanted to be with him. Boys wanted to be like him.
"Need a hand?" Sirius offered.
"Nah, that's okay. I'll see ya, well later then." He said since Sirius was living with his family (since the first year of Hogwarts) and he knew he would be returning way after midnight.
Both boys were the same age as Lily, sixteen, but with their incredible good looks and muscular bodies, they could get in any bar or club.
"I'm gonna take you home now okay?" James whispered in Lily's ear.
"NO! Not home. I have no home." She shouted, but instantly regretted doing so as she felt really dizzy afterwards.
He had never seen Lily Evans in this state before. At school, she was often quiet, absorbed into her studies and often seen alone as she didn't have any friends, but nonetheless, cheerful.
The girl he had in his arms was nowhere near cheerful. He was curious about what happened to her, and decided to ask her when she regained conscious.
"Fine then, I'll take you back to my house, okay?"
No answer.
"Evans?" He waited. "Evans?"
Still no answer.
I guess she really is drunk, he thought.
He carried her in his arms and set off home. It wasn't how he had expected to spend the last day of the summer holiday, but he couldn't just leave the girl alone in the pub.
Why? He suddenly thought. No girl has ever meant much to me.
He looked down at Lily, and saw her sleeping peacefully. Her chest inhaled and exhaled mildly, following a steady pattern, and he looked closely at her for once.
Her long stream of crimson hair was hiding her face, so he brushed it aside carefully. A few strands of wet hair slowly unstuck themselves from her face and was blown to the back of her head by the sudden gust of wind
He saw that she had pale, faultless skin on her exquisite face. She had a small, petite figure, but it suited her perfectly.
Wow, she really is gorgeous, he thought. Why have I never noticed it before?
A/N: So what dya think? I kinda wrote this on the spur of the moment, so pls give me sum feedback. If I get enuf reviews, I mite continue it. Okay, I'll be fair, if I get 5 reviews, I'll definitely continue it! Well, thanks for reeding this!
S2 blue moon~