Lily Chapter 13: Lily's Descision, a harry potter fanfic

(A/N): Be prepared to be shocked in this fic. I hope to have a VERY long series, but also keep you interested. If you have any ideas or comments, please REVIEW! Thank you so much for those who have been reviewing my previous fics, I hope you enjoy this one.

Lily

Chapter 13

"Too late," Voldemort repeated. It was like a chant as he dragged Chrissy's chair over in front of the cage. "Too late, Lily, too late. For you and your friends, it's too late."

Lily tried to get up out of the armchair, to protect Chrissy in some way, but it was no use. The chair must have been cursed! All Lily and Chantel could do as the horrible beast came into view was scream and cry, struggling against their bonds.

With a sick feeling developing in the pits of their stomachs, Sirius and James realized the monster's true identity as it came hurtling out of its cage at the helpless girl. "No!" James yelled at the top of his lungs, throwing himself up the stairs, between Chrissy and Remus, despite Sirius's grip on the back of his shirt.

Sirius watched the horrific scene at the top of the stairs through wide eyes: James lashing out at the out-of-control Remus to defend his and Chrissy's lives, Lily struggling to get out of the pale green armchair with tears of frustration pouring down her face, and Chantel somewhere between sobbing and screaming in terror at her best friend's massacre. Finally, Lord Voldemort, laughing as thought it was just all good fun. Sirius turned and ran down the stairs in search of a teacher who might be able to help.

Suddenly, Voldemort screamed a powerful spell at Remus, who was blasted back into the cage. Terrified, confused glances were exchanged between
Lily and Chantel as Voldemort turned to Lily. He whispered that only she could hear before he vanished. "Soon...we'll meet again...and next time, nobody will be there to protect you."

In the silence that followed, the group assembled on the landing heard the sound of two people climbing the stairs hurriedly. Voldemort must have noticed that sound far before everyone else.

James looked up at the Chrissy's limp form. There was ruby-red blood seeping from numerous wounds covering her still, ivory body. He reached for her wrist, praying to feel even the slightest pulsing of life. James put his face in his trembling hands. He should have been able to block her better, but no, her life was over now. It was all his fault! How could he have let this happen? He wanted to cry, he wanted to cry forever. And he would have, too. The tears began to flow, but then Dumbledore arrived. Just the thought of Dumbledore present relieved James's frief. Dumbledore would make everything right again, he would fix all of the night's terror.

"Oh, no..." Fear reflected in the Headmaster's sapphire eyes as they surveyed the scene. "Is everyone all right?"

Sirius skirted to Dumbledore's side and looked at what had happened since he had left. "No," he said. "I don't think anyone here is all right."

Madam Pomfrey rushed up and bent over to inspect the wolf. Right away she recognized him and brought him down to the Hospital Wing to be
treated.

When she came back up, Sirius was untying the trembling Chantel. James had sunk to his knees and didn't have the strength to stand up, emotionally or physically. There were clawmarks raking his arms and chest, all bleeding terribly. His right arm was covered in blood, with two claws actually stuck in the flesh. He just stayed kneeling at Chrissy's side, wondering why he hadn't acted more quickly.

Dumbledore crossed to Lily and removed the curse on the chair, allowing her to get up. She ran over to Chrissy and wept bitterly.

"Lily, please don't cry. There might be enough life left in her yet...enough life to save her."

Madam Pomfrey conjured up two stretchers, one for James and one for Chrissy, and led a grave procession down the stairs to the Infirmary.

When they arrived, the five students were put in beds and administered sleeping potions. None felt strong enough to resist sleep, and so they gave in to its dark mists.

When Lily awoke the next morning, she groggily looked around. Still five beds occupied, but something was wrong. There was Sirius, and James, and Chantel, and...Remus!

Remus was also asleep, but thrashing around. It was obvious that he was having a nightmare. "I didn't...I didn't mean to..." he kept repeating that over and over again.

James was awake, too, sitting bolt upright in his bed. Tears were streaming silently out of his puffy eyes, coursing down his cheeks and trying to wash away the blood that stained his robes.

"James..." Lily started.

"It was all my fault! I should've blocked her better!" He choked out through sobs.

"James, nothing was your fault."

"But I could've saved Chrissy! I was a SECOND too late!"

"You heard Dumbledore! They might be able to revive her! There's still hope, she's going to be okay!"

"No, Lily. People aren't okay, not even in the wizarding world, they aren't okay when they're not breathing, and their hearts aren't beating, and they - and they look like ghosts. Chrissy's dead."

"But Dumbledore said....." She couldn't finish, salty tears stung her eyes until she had to close them in pain.

First her parents, now her friend. Who was next? Why did Voldemort choose her? What had she ever done to deserve this?

(A/N): Sorry, but it is getting late and I have to end it now. I will write the next one hopefully soon! Please don't get mad at me for making Chrissy die. It just was another one of my wierd ideas. In my next fic I will include the conversation that Lily and Dumbledore will have.

Please review! No flames please! Thank you! I hope you enjoyed.

Disclaimer: Do we really have to put one of these in? Well, I own Chantel, Chrissy and the plot, everything else belongs to J. K.
Rowling.