Lily Chapter 20: The Curse, a harry potter fanfic

Lily

Chapter 20

A/N: I am sorry about the last fic, it gave ME nightmares! It was a bit.....*concentrating on which word to use*.....intense?
Yeah..that's it, it was intense. Please R/R!

Lily lifted her head with a low groan. It was then that she became aware of the dagger in her hand. The dry blood coated the blade with a
menacing maroon tint. She managed to get to her feet and walk a few steps before throwing it down with disgust, wincing as it clattered
to the floor.

Her eyes followed the dried trail, leading to a limp form on the marbled floor. Lily's eyes narrowed their gaze on the form, trying to
deny the truth. "Chantel." She breathed, barely above a whisper. Chantel's eyes were clouded over, fear written across her face.

Lily closed her eyes, hoping to releave the stinging sensation, but a horrible memory projected through her eyelids. Feeling as though
reliving last night, she felt beads of sweat on her forhead, watching the cloaked man jab the dagger in and out of Chantel's body.

She sprang back to reality with a sudden jolt and a churning thought. What time was it? There was no one in the common room at the moment,
but how long did she have until someone came down? And what would that person think?

With a vague thought of 'run', she sprinted. Her muscles screamed in pain and her lungs burned as she came to the Portrait Hole. "Don't
cry," she demanded to herself breathlessly. "You don't have any time for tears."

She stepped out of the Portrait Hole and and rounded the corner quickly. But only to come crashing down. She looked around, there was no one....
but why did she fall? Quickly, she stood up and brushed herself off, catching a silvery sparkle from the side of her eye. Lily whipped her
head right, but there was nothing. She shrugged it off, until she felt an odd presence before her.

Lily tilted her head up and there stood James. All the tears that were piling up in her chest, came spilling out. "I tried, I really did."

He wrapped her shuddering form in a tight embrace, holding her head against his chest, somewhat soothingly. Her tears were drenching,
soaking through his shirt, but he didn't care. "What happened?" He asked, resting his chin atop her head and stroking her long, tangled web of hair.

"C-Chantel..." She choked out with a cough.

"What about her?" James asked patiently.

"She-e's-s dea-ad."

He grew silent for a few minutes, holding her tighter. And when he did speak, his voice cracked, "How?"

It was then that Lily realized how tired James really looked. His hair was sticking out at crazy angles and heavy bags were under his eyes.
"James, why're you here?"

Apparently he was expecting an answer instead of another question. "What?"

"Why're you here?"

He pointed to the floor beside him where a bag of biscuits lay. "I raided the kitchen." He shook his head to get back on topic. "How did
she die?" There was no response. "Where is she?"

Lily broke eye contact, mumbling. "In the common room." She wanted to yell - to scream - that it was Peter. Peter, his fellow Maurader.
Peter, the murderer.

But it was like a vault. Locking the valuable information in a cell where there was no way to reveal it. She closed her eyes once again,
this time it was voices....Peter's icy voice. 'You may know, but you will never tell.'

James's eyes narrowed onto her. "It wasn't you, right?" He asked very shakily, slowly taking his hands away and backing up from her.

"NO! It wasn't me, I wouldn't KILL my best friend!" Lily screamed in frustration. She was slowly loosing her patience. "Why can't you
believe me?" Fresh tears coursed down her cheeks.

He stopped and dropped his hands abruptly. "Then who was it?"

"I can't tell! I can't-" she broke off, sobbing. Her legs gave out beneath her and she sat on the stone floor, defeated.

"I wish I could believe you, Lily." And he backed out of sight into the darkness.