-Where the Pale Moon Glows-
Chapter Two: Where the Anger Resigns.
By Miao.
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Buggy-Such: Of course she's blind! Most everybody would be. We read it and think "GEEZ! Woman! Can't you see what happened?" But we aren't there. Now, we have to think about the time frame. This is during the dark days of Voldemort and his victim's list is vast. This, is a typical article for them. Completely ordinary. There were probably about two of these a day. It isn't rare for a child to be killed; just the whole timing made it a bit different. Just a bit. To Lily, he just seemed curious.
Now on to the whole thing about not wanting Lily to know. Boys are fickle. They have LARGE egos and try there best not to show ANY sign of weakness. Ever noticed how Boys don't cry as much as girls? I'm sure you have! They want to show NO SIGN OF WEAKNESS. Its like a decree for them. Now, James has lost his father and his little sister. To him, his sorrow is a weakness. If Lily found out about his sudden loss, she would bestow him with sympathy and the way boys minds work, he would think she thinks he's weak. Having lost a loved one is something not to boast about, and he feels that exactly. o Wooo that was long. I explained my many spelling mistakes. I really don't have time for an editor -.-; I play on three different soccer teams and I don't know how I update already!! Giving it to someone to edit would take a while and I don't like to cheat ya'll out of a chapter! THANKS FOR REVIEWNN!
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And a big big big big big thank you to Seven! She helped me a whole buch! Thank yuh Seven! This chappie ish dedicated to you! And Stephanie who just got back from Turkey. Hope you enjoyed yourself and brought me back a gift. If you didn't, there shall be bloodshed
Thick gray clouds restrained the glorious sun's radiance , as they adorned the already mucky sky. The dreadful rains had halted for the time being and the soggy England soil seemed to rejoice by sprouting several eager blossoms. But, with no warmth from the sun, they were fated to shrivel, their leaves crumple dryly, and be whisked away by the torrent of rains that would arrive the next day.
The scarlet steam engine that had trudged nobly through out the downpour now was slowing down to a stop. The doors flung ajar and a mass of students poured out of the train. Lily had to clutch tightly to the railing of the entryway to keep from being lost among the crowd of her ornery peers.
"Move it! I'm hungry!"
"I want off this smelly train!
"Get out of the way, I've got to go bad!"
Her anger mounted up dangerously. She was head girl and she was letting these brainless children push her around? That just wasn't allowed.
"QUIET!"
Instantly, every mouth silenced and every eye turned upon her. She blushed profusely, and mumbled. "I-I didn't m-mean-er-"
"Lily is right, everyone shut up and get in order. First years wait for Hagrid by the lamppost. Everyone else, straighten up and obediently leave the train." James said, with an unusual cool air about him. He scowled much unlike himself and the children, still grumbling, exited the train. He was never one to yell firmly and be stern with responsibility, but somehow he managed it well. The strict red-head was preparing to leave as well though a whisper glued her to her spot.
"Is that him?"
"Yeah, poor guy. Wonder why he even came back."
"I would've stayed home with my mum. We sent him a charmed fruit basket though.Sings 'Danny Boy' and all. Hope that cheers them up a bit."
Lily spun around to find two Gryfindor girls gawking at James with large eyes sparkling with sympathy. What had they meant by--?
"You two move along." James suddenly declared shooing them away. "Well, you haven't even made it up to the castle yet and you've already had to yell. Tsk Tsk, Lily."
Lily rolled her eyes sardonically, "Hardy har-har."
"Come lets get a carriage." He clutched wildly at her wrist and began to pull her along. Though it was a chaste grasp, Lily still blushed vivid pink when chill bumps swam up unto her neck. All the air in her lungs suddenly seemed entrapped inside her stomach, which authored a slightly dazed feeling. Lily complied silently until her thinking became rational once more. James Potter had grabbed her hand without even asking first. The little--
"Here lets get this one." The raven-haired boy requested before she could find a voice to protest. He held open the door to the horseless carriage and gestured for her to get in. "Go on, lady's first."
Scowling at his obvious attempt at manners, she climbed into the rickety carriage. Though it swayed and rocked ominously below her unstable feet and she suddenly slipped. But two hearty hands clamped upon her waist rescuing her from the ground below.
"That'd be one nasty fall."
That James Potter! I swear—I don't need his help!
"I don't need your help, Potter. I can get into a carriage just fi- "
He released his tight grip and she went spiraling to the ground below.
"Suit yourself," he said, clambering inside and sitting wordlessly unto the cushioned seats.
Her enmity growing severely, she stood up, rubbing vigorously at her backside, and entered the carriage, scowling worse then ever.
The sorting ceremony followed its typical routine with Professor McGonagall, clad in her usual array of sweeping emerald robes void of even the slightest wrinkle, led a tight knit bundle of anxious first years. The only difference was a small girl with bright bubble-gum pink hair tied into sloppy pigtails. She was earning an assortment of odd looks.
Lily sighed, resting her chin in her palm. Always an oddball in the bunch, she thought carelessly. Speaking of oddballs...
She found her addled gaze had reformed upon a certain bespectacled boy. Through those thick round glasses two dismal gray eyes watched the ceremony without even the slightest interest. His mind seemed so far away from Hogwarts, though his body was sitting there slumped over itself. He'd been acting so suspicious...and she didn't have a clue as to what could even be the author to his solemn disposition.
It was until Sevana Bones, a friend of hers, pointed out that her elbow was buried deep in a bowl of mash potatoes did she even recognize the sorting had ended.
"Lily you're acting kind of off, are you okay?" Sevana questioned gingerly, scooping a heap of the soiled mash potatoes and piling it upon her already weighted plate.
"Yeah, just—Got my mind on other things."
If I don't know, maybe Sevena might.
"Hey Sevana, you wouldn't happen to know what was wrong with James, would you?"
"James Potter?"
"Yes, him."
"Goodness—Don't you know?"
Lily sighed, feeling as though she already had this conversation.
"Okay, what don't I know?"
"I can't believe you don't know! My mum told me the instant it happened. 'Said it was a nasty mess, it was. Gave her chills just— "
Lily's eyes widened and she began to speak more urgently. "What nasty mess? What gave her chills?"
Sevana was treating this as if it was a normal conversation topic and hadn't even snagged a look up from her plate. Clearly, whatever this 'nasty mess' was, it had been chattered about so much that it wasn't really all that exciting and entertaining anymore, like a dry orange squeezed of all its sweet nectar.
"Pass the kidney beans and I'll tell you. Ah, cheers. Well, over the summer James's—"
"Miss. Evans, could I please have a word with you?" A severe voice loomed overhead compelling her to absent-mindedly knock over her pumpkin juice, which made a small orange lake that seeped through the milky tablecloth.
"Er—Yes, of course." She said, her heart sinking horribly. She rose from behind the table and followed the owner of the strict voice, Professor McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to talk to you about a special task he believes only you can complete." She said, strolling forward through the barren, dim-lighted corridors. Faintly, Lily heard her heartbeat thudding faster somewhere in her chest. Dumbledore wanted to speak to her about a special task? She felt somewhere in her numb limbs a swell of pride splash over her and make her a bit more courageous. Any aggravated thoughts of James Potter and his well-hidden secret were whisked away and lost somewhere in the spirals and shadows of the dark.
"Here we are." Professor McGonagall halted in front of an ominous stone gargoyle and muttered something that sounded like, "Fizzling Shoe-Pops."
The gargoyle instantly sprang to life and a mobile staircase carted a nervous but prideful Lily to the landing above. She had been in Dumbledore's exquisite office twice before, but it always seemed to get more and more interesting. The hundreds of small silver trinkets that clicked and snorted dazzled her. They seemed to glisten brighter in the pale candlelight tonight, though.
"Ah, Lily. Please have a seat." Professor Dumbledore greeted, with a gentle smile. She plopped down in front of him and shot him a quizzical glance.
"Ah, yes, you're wondering what it might be that I'm about to ask you to do. Before I confine in you, I must ask you to please keep a level head and when I am done, you may shout and protest as much as you wish." He had an odd twinkle in his soft blue eyes as Lily hesitantly nodded. This can't be good...
"Well, you see, given recent events, I would like you to mentor to a student."
Well, that's not to bad...
"Who's the student, professor?"
"James Potter."
...But that is.
Lily's mouth dropped suddenly and she had to bottle her anger by clenching her hands together until her knuckles were white.
"P-Potter? You can't be serious sir! He doesn't need mentoring! He's fine as he is." Lily quickly contended. Her? Mentor James Potter? The same James Potter that charmed her fingernails to talk on their own accord and ensure her detention? The same James Potter that had cursed her shampoo to dye her hair jungle green and wiggle on its own, like thousands of tiny snakes? That James Potter?
"Lily," He fixed her with a pensive stare. "I know you haven't got along well with him in the past. Though he needs someone to listen to him more then anything and I believe you're the only one who can provide such an ear. He needs your kindness, Lily. He needs your friendship. Put aside these silly differences and-"
"Silly differences?!" Lily suddenly hollered, towering up from behind her seat. "Sir! He converted my three-page essay on the goblin revolts into a picture book! He then conjured my arms into meaty Jell-O and I was in the hospital wing for three days and by then he had turned all the words in my textbooks backwards!"
"Indeed," His silvery mustache twitched, "silly differences."
She collapsed back into her chair. Either way, she'd have to mentor him. If Dumbledore requested it, then it would have to be done. He was the all-powerful wizard after all and there were even rumors he was to be the next Minister of Magic. And, of course, she held a leadership possession.
"When do you want me to start?" She croaked hopelessly.
"Good girl! Anytime James can I suppose. Thank you very much Lily and who knows, you may benefit from this as well."
The confusion from before suddenly leaked back into her mind. "Sir, what am I exactly mentoring him for?"
Dumbledore rested his gaze on his laced fingers and seemed to ponder for a moment. "I believe I'm not the one to tell you that. That's between James and you now, Lily. I have faith in you."
Feeling rather proud, she got up from the chair and began to leave the odd but quaint office. Though Dumbledore's soft and slightly amused voice trailed behind her.
"Oh and Lily. When you are mentoring to James, would mind to keep your voice down? Your peers like I would enjoy a placid night of rest without the interruptions of yours and James's hollers."
Blushing, she nodded and left noiselessly.
"Damnit Dumbledore!" She shrieked in the deserted corridors causing the low burning torches to flicker.
"I don't understand what you want me to do! Mentoring to James is like trying to carry on a conversation with a dung beetle, which I would gladly do if it were the exception to this!"
She would have continued on for hours on end, for she had a lot to say on the blasted subject, though she distinctly heard muffled cries rippling through the corridor. Moments later she stumbled upon an odd sight that froze her to the floor.
"Why its just Lily-kins we heard yelling her bloody head off in the halls. We thought it was an emergency of sorts, oh well, back to business."
Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew all stood wands poised at a-a- Clown plastered to the stonewall?
"Well what do you think of Sevvy? Enjoy his new makeover? Hope you don't mind, we borrowed some of your makeup."
Upon closer observation, Severus Snape's rather sharp and definite facial features could just be made out under the piles of pale white makeup. His lips were a cheery red as were his cheeks and his nose was a small round ball. His hair was a glossy orange that was frizzy and quite curly. He was adorned in pink pok-a-dotted robes. Lily seriously thanked the heavens above that he was unconscious.
"W-What have you done to him?" She asked, torn between suppressed laughter and broken rage.
"Well, he thought he was so hilariously funny when he made that crack about James's family." Remus said darkly.
"So, we just sat him down and concluded on declaring to him that things such as those were definitely not funny and tend to make James's maniacal and violent friends quite unhappy." Sirius said.
"But he didn't take it well, did he?" Chimed Peter, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.
"He sure didn't wormtail. So we found ourselves in some sort of predicament." Lupin said, grinning.
"How to show Severus to be funny."
"And here you see his attempt. When he wakes up, we should really congratulate him on this wonderful stunt. Got us laughing, alright."
After a good twenty minutes of continuous shouting and forty lost house points, Lily finally compromised with the Marauders. If they took him down from the wall she would allow them to leave him sprawled in the hall on display.
"And remember I never came by." Lily declared firmly.
"Right you are! Thank you dear sweet Lily-kins!" They bowed seemingly like proud house-elves.
Lily strolled through the dim desolate corridors, her mind intertwining with the whirling shadows around her. There was just too much in her head to think now. So instead of attempting to fill her mind with bobbling questions and non-existent answers, she just let the darkness conquer her exhausted mind. The twisting shadows seemed almost alive as they moved and shifted in the waxen moonlight that made soft ponds on the rigid stone floor. She sped up a bit.
The portrait of the fat-lady had always been a magnificent painting. The fine brush strokes were ambiguous and it seemed as if no one had even touched a brush to accomplish this fine masterpiece. The only flaw in this beauty was that it talked.
"Password?" She asked pompously.
"Wild Banshee."
The fat-lady opened and she climbed through the portrait whole. She straightened up and surveyed the room. It seemed everyone had already gone to bed. The last embers of the grand firepalce were kindling on their last lives and wrestling with the soot to keep their flaxen light visible. Intent on sitting in her favorite chair, she moved forward to where the couches were in sight.
Instantly, she stole a step back. There, sitting in the last seat, looking as if he was deeply immersed in his own agonizing thoughts, James Potter sat.
"James?" Lily asked softly.
He jumped slightly and turned his head, which was plastered with a very fake smile. "Lily, how nice to see you. What are you doing up so late?"
"I should ask you the same thing, James." She replied quietly.
He seemed so solemn and glum, even the aura about him was one of despair. Lily found that she could barely talk above a whisper around him, feeling as though she was at a funereal.
Trying to be as friendly as possible, though she seriously wondered why she'd want to be, she sat on the couch adjacent to him grinning warmly.
"Well I've got some news for you. By order of Dumbledore, I'm to mentor to you."
"What?!" James yelled, springing up from his seat and ogling Lily with frightened surprise.
"Yes, I know. I don't even understand why." She said offhandedly. "I mean you have been acting pretty...Nice you know? Its odd for you."
"W-Why is he doing this? I can take care of myself." He whispered.
"Oh come on! Whatever happened apparently he thinks you need help with it and since we are Head Boy and Girl, we're supposed to help one another. So tell me what's wrong already!" She conveyed.
"I'm not telling you." He said simply almost like a child refusing to tell where he had hid his mother's shoes.
"Fine," She huffed. "I'll just find out from somebody else, then. Sevana knew and it seems all your cronies do too. One of them is bound to tell me..."
"A-Alright," he croaked.
Lily edged forward and gazed earnestly into his cheerless downcast eyes.
"W-Well, you remember on the train when you read that article."
"The bathing habits of the garden gnomes?"
James put his head in his hands in annoyance, "No! You-Know-Who and his latest victims."
"Well, yes."
"You remember that I asked if there were any names mentioned?"
"Yes but I don't-"
"Would you like to know their names?"
"Okay sure but how do you-"
"Sara and John Potter."
Lily's eyes widened, horrified at the realization. "Y-You mean your—"
James nodded slowly. "My dad and little sister."
They sat in complete silence; a silence that shattered every struggling thought in Lily's head. For the first time in her entire life, she didn't have an answer.
"S-So, do you want to t-talk about it?" Those were the only words that seemed to exist at the moment in her mind.
"Not right now Lily, I'm a bit tired." He declared rather insolently. He began to ascend the stairs when her temper bolted to life.
"Well if your not going to talk about it, then how do you expect to get better?"
"I am fine, thank you very much."
"No you're not! You're sulking about like a sad puppy! At least let me help you!"
"I don't know why Dumbledore assigned you to me in the first place because I don't need your help!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah really!"
"You do too."
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Panagelia!"
Instantly, James's arms began to wobble and looked as though they took the form of two long strips of fleshy Jell-O. He glared daggers at her and brought out his own wand. The duel had begun.
"Poliosa!"
"Protego!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Protego!"
"Protego!"
THUD.
It seemed using the shielding charm twice with the same curse didn't carry the same affects as it normally would with just using it once. Instead of being shielded, both Lily and James seemed to have been pelted by the same spell that ricocheted off their protective shields. Both fell to the floor with a sickly thud and were left there all night in the dim commen room to wallow in their anger.
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