Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or settings.
A/N: Erm I am a little stuck on what to write for this chapter, oh I do so love writer's block.
Also, warning warning, this scene may be rather.....erm. There's gonna be sex, I didn't like writing that, felt like it was spoiling the story for you. So you can choose not to read it or not.
Her and John had been together for over a year. And she was sure, so sure, that he was "the one". Her stomach tightened at the sight of him. She got a rush thinking of him, dreaming of the sight of him. It was all she had ever wanted, and more.
They had spent the day with each other, lazing around in his garden and had walked into town. The heat was stifling and so prevented them from doing any active until the evening when it had cooled down. Lily and John felt like two normal teenagers, except from the rush they got whilst in each other's company. Apart from the tangible electricity the felt flow between each other.
Close to the sleepy town where Lily lived there was a wood: thick and mysterious like the woods of children's dreams. They loved to walk through the woods, in all weathers, whenever they could. They knew them so well, the dappled shady clearing by the tiny river, and the little misused hut on the far side. It was all like a second home to them.
It was the twenty-third of August. Just over a week until they went back to Hogwarts. Lily had already asked her parents if her and John could go into the woods that evening and have a picnic. Her mother's response was "you must be back by nine thirty".
Trekking off into the woods at four in the afternoon, the carried all they needed with them. A cool breeze whipped through the otherwise perfectly still air. The town was quite, and had an ominous feel to it, but Lily would only notice that when she looked back and thought about it later. That evening they were content. Perfectly content.
Lily couldn't remember what they spoke about. It didn't matter to her. They had walked in silence most of the way. Enjoying the feeling of the other's hand in their sweaty palms. They saw no one else. And didn't mind. All around them nature blossomed and lead its path. Lily had the pale lily brooch pinned to her shirt, that John had given her when they first started going out together.
That day it had felt like it would never end, that Lily would be in heaven forever. But looking back on it the minutes and hours blurred together and she wasn't sure what happened when.
Their favourite spot was deep into the woods. On the ground dark green moss grew, fluffy and soft underfoot. There was a sort of circle of space, with tall deciduous trees surrounding it, like a magickal circle area. Mottled with shade, the sunrays streaming through, finely sliced like glass shards and landing on the ground below. It was cool and quiet, and the river behind babbled cheerfully to itself.
Kissing each other gently was like heaven for them, in amongst the leafy shade. They embraced and held each other for a long time. Finding sheer joy in being that close to one another. They lay down, skin touching the ground – as close to nature as they could get.
Neither of them knew how long they lay there. It felt like minutes. The grass dampened underneath and the sun grew heavy in the sky. Preparing itself to set.
Lily pulled off his top. Slowly and carefully and started to stroke his chest. He grinned, loving the caress of her sweet hands.
They were hugging and kissing, and then next minute Lily had squirmed away, giggling. She started to undress. Making a big deal of taking off her skirt. She slipped her delicate feet into the crystalline water leaving outspreading ripples of sparkling ice-like water. It was cool to the touch. But soft, and smooth against he hot body.
John grabbed her by the waist and pulled her out backwards, tickling her. He pinned her down on the mossy ground. They were both in hysterics. She was lying on her back, squirming underneath John's strong arms. He leant down and kissed her, softly and gently. His hold was firm and strong. He left her feeling like she'd never fall. Everything would be perfect, forever.
The setting sun sparkled through the trees, bouncing off Lily's exquisite eyes. Struck, once again, by her beauty. Perfect features, all stunning, in proportion it was what dreams were made of. His stomach tightened, butterflies coursing through his veins. He couldn't think straight. She was everything. She felt like that night would last forever. Hoped it would last forever. For once they were perfectly content. Nothing could possibly be better.
He pulled off her top, running his hands over her fair soft skin. Before they knew it they were naked. Intertwined in each other's arms: Kissing and hugging each other for al the worth. They barely knew what was happening. Their bodies were flowing together as one. A pulling sensation in their chests was drawing them to each other. Indescribable, it felt for Lily as through her soul was being ripped out her chest. Felt as though she was going to explode from sheer joy.
They kissed again. Loving the tingling sensation their touching lips produced. The both felt so innocent. But everything seemed right, perfect in fact. They were together. Joined as one. He was inside her. The world stopped. Her heat slowed down. For a brief moment you couldn't tell the difference between the two. Physically conjoined, for the first, yet it felt like they had been forever.
One beautiful instant, that would last a second, but be remembered forever. How can you recreate the magick and joy of sex? Lily was stuck for words. Nothing would ever be as wonderful again.
They lay there a while longer. While the sun sunk below the horizon and the moon sparkled in the velvety sky.
The irresistible water beckoned. They both stood simultaneously. Heading towards the waters edge. Slipping into the silky water, mirroring each other. It was cold, but beautiful. They swam around a little laughing. Neither noticed a figure moving in the bushes. Two eyes stared, fixed on John. The couple were too absorbed on each other, they didn't realise anything.
Lily danced through the water: The ripples reflecting the moonlight. Their faces in amongst the milky glow of the silvery threads that belonged to the sparkling moon as they splashed in the translucent water. It was just a little too cold for Lily. Shivering slightly she stepped out of the silky stream. Shaking off the dew like drops of water. Lily reached for a towel, drying her body. She quickly pulled on her top and knickers, on her slightly moist body and turned to face John, who was still in the water.
His eyes were fixed on her. Staring over the water. Staring at the person he was in love with.
They grinned at each other. Nothing could wipe the smiles off their faces now.
"Lily," John whispered softly, "I love you."
Those three words made her heart skip with joy. They had now shared everything with each other. Innocent and virginal they had made love. And now it was all complete.
She blew him a kiss.
"I love you too, John," her voice rang calm and crisp through the night.
Behind him Lily saw a dark shadow step out the bushes. Shrugging it off as a tree or a bush. She couldn't keep her eyes off John. They smiled at each other and their love was tangible in the nighttime air.
But behind him the figure moved again. And this time Lily couldn't ignore it. Wearing a cloak of black. A tall skeletal person Shrouded and covered in black. Only two eyes were visible under the cloak, two thin slits staring.
Lily frowned - unable to conceive the image in front of her.
"What?" John said, puzzled by the expression on her face.
"Erm," she stared again, but the figure had receded into the shadows, she frowned.
"Oh nothing," she muttered. And smiled reassuringly at him.
Their eyes met, twinkling into each other.
Behind him the dark figure drew out his wand. Concealed by the shadows of the trees.
Lily and John were encapsulated in one moment together, locked into each other's gaze.
The figure stepped out the bushes: wand at the ready.
Lily stared aghast. She knew it was Lord Voldemort.
He didn't walk, he glided, forward right next to the waters edge. Pointing his wand straight at John.
Lily froze.
Voldemort started to cackle, the maniac sound echoing through the wood. But no one could hear him.
"John," she screamed.
He laughed, assuming she was kidding. She wasn't.
Her hand flew to her mouth, the other arm outstretched, pointing.
"John," she screamed again, "watch out!"
"Lily, what are you doing?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Behind you!" her voice screeching.
He turned too late. The last thing he saw was the wand pointing straight in his face. Voldemort's scream of glee launched itself through the forest. And he cried the evil words. John started to scream in agony. Writhing with pain.
Lily was frozen in terror. She tried to run forward, but Voldemort had put a binding spell on her. She couldn't move.
"Stop! Stop!" she cried. Screaming and crying, tears rushing down her cheeks. She fell to the floor. His head turned slowly, and she saw he was grinning maliciously.
Voldemort didn't move a muscle. And he whispered the words that ended her life.
"Avada kedavra,"
Voldemort disapparated.