Lily Chapter 22: Unintentional Convincing, a harry potter fanfic

Lily

Chapter 22

A/N- Sort of freaky at one point, but nothing extremely suspenseful to the reader. U know what's going to happen already. Anyways, keep the reviews coming! Thanks to Clara Maplewood for the last couple fics.

The next day, they had flying lessons. Lily was beginning to feel sick just looking at a broomstick; it reminded her too much of the past summer's antics at James's house, and thinking of James made her just feel sick. The worst feeling in the world, she decided as she walked out to the field, is the feeling that your friend doesn't trust you anymore.

Sirius had gotten so reclusive that he rarely even talked to James and Peter, let alone Lily or Remus. He didn't even make eye contact with Lily. He kept to himself and didn't play any of the pranks that he used to. A part of him seemed to have died along with Chantel, and it wasn't leaving easily.

The flying instructor, a forboding-looking wizard named Professor Mace, directed them in his deep voice. "Mount the brooms."

Lily looked to the right, where James stood. As soon as their gazes met, he suddenly became extremely interested in a cloud formation overhead. Her cheeks burned in anger, and she decided to concentrate on the lesson. She sat astride the broom.

"On my whistle. Three...Two...One." He blew the whistle, and all the students kicked off from the ground. Lily, instead of the exhilirated feeling everyone else had, felt nervous and sort of sick. She still had problems landing. Peter flew right in front of her, causing her to stop abruptly in midair.

"Watch where you're going!" He called over his shoulder. Lily found herself unable to act any different than she normally would; a mere scowl in his direction and continuing to fly around.

The broom started wobbling. "Stupid school models," she muttered under her breath. But that didn't right her balance. As a matter of fact, she was flat against the broom and clutching on for dear life when Remus flew up alongside her.

"All right there?" He held the tail of the broom and did some weird wiggling motion that seemed to stop the shaking.

She sat back up and smiled. "Yeah. Thanks."

He smiled and flew away. She tried to move off to the right, but Peter was flying just under there and she didn't like the prospect of him being able to look right up her robes. So she decided to land. "Oh, boy. Here we go again." Lily pushed down on the handle with moderate force, but it still dived out of control. There was no way to stop, and the steering seemed to be completely shot! She was going to crash right into Peter!

Crrrrrunch.

In a crunching of wood and bone, they collided. Peter fell off his broom with a shriek and twisted his arm underneath himself. There was a malicious gleam in his eyes as he held it limp and screamed in pretended agony. James landed right next to them and helped Peter up. "What happened? What did she do to you?"

Peter cradled his arm and forced some tears. "She slammed right into me! Dove down and crashed my broom!"

James glared at her and brought Peter to Professor Mace so that he could go up to the Hospital Wing.

That night in the common room, Sirius hovered everywhere but the corner near the girl's dormitories. He kept shooting fiery glances at Lily, but never said a word to her. James was right with him, skulking around and muttering darkly. They obviously thought that the incident on the field was a deliberate attempt on Peter's life, and that they were next.

Remus, however, sat next to her and helped with her homework. "Ignore them," he whispered. "It's really not their fault."

She turned back to her homework and brushed potential tears away from her dry eyes. "I know, I just wish they'd believe me."

"That makes two of us," he muttered.

(The following is an exerpt from the diary of Lily Evans, May 15, 1966.)

Dear Diary,

I've got a very, very bad feeling that something is going to happen. I crashed into (big scribble) today on my broomstick, and I'm afraid he might be mad at me. (A wet mark is on the page, and it is this author's opinion that it was a tear of frustration).

I'll try to write the murderer's name again: (large scribble, only visible letter is an "r" at the very end) Well, that was better than last night. Good night, Diary. I need rest.

(end exerpt)

Lily lie asleep that night, in a deep, dreamless sleep. The room was very quiet and lonely. The green numbers of an alarm clock burned into the night on her bedside table.

At about midnight, she was awakened by a hand clamped over her mouth and being dragged out of her bed. The room was completely dark, but she still knew who it was. Behind the hand, she shouted muffled cries for help and hurled muted insults at her captor. He laid her down at the top of the stairs and kicked her so that she rolled down, bumping her head on every step. Despite the pain in her head, she leapt up and started screaming as loudly
as she could. Would a teacher hear her? Would anyone?

Peter advanced on her, a finger to his lips. "Shhhhh....we don't want anyone to hear, do we?"

She didn't say anything, just looked around for some sort of thing to throw at him. Her hand fell on a heavy book, and soon that book fell on Peter's head. With a roar of rage, he ran forward and raised the dagger. Lily slid to the right, and the dagger stuck into the wall. He wrenched it out and advanced on her again, a red light burninng in his eyes. Every time he ran at her, she moved out of the way. "Remus! Someone! Help!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. The dagger had cut up her forearms and hands pretty badly, but not yet had it done any real damage. She ran across the room, and he caught her
halfway, holding the dagger at her throat.

Lily was too scared to scream, too scared to say another word. Suddenly, rapid footsteps were heard descending the staircase, along with a cry of "Lily?"

Peter whispered in her ear, "You've cheated Lord Voldemort. Never cheat Lord Voldemort." And he was gone, leaving only the dagger in the wall by her head as a sign of his presence.

Remus, James, and Sirius entered the room, looking very frazzled. Remus had obviously pulled James and Sirius down, but the instant they all saw the state she was in, they might as well have come down voluntarily. Sirius still was a little wary of that one corner, but he rushed to her aid as quickly as any of them. James grabbed the dagger and pulled it out of the wall. "What happened?"

Lily was gasping, but dry-eyed with fear. "He...he...dragged me out of bed...took me in here...tried to stab me...I ran out of the way...his eyes got red...then you came down..."

James took the dagger and opened the window. "This stupid thing's caused enough trouble as it is." He leaned over and stuck it in what was obviously a secret hiding place up on the wall. "Whoever it was, he'll never find it here."

"You believe me?" Lily almost forgot the pain in her arms.

James shrugged. "Yeah. You wouldn't have sliced your arms voluntarily."

"Thank you! You actually believe me! Do you, Sirius?"

He nodded his head mildly. He did sort of want someone to blame, but it wasn't right to blame the wrong person. "Sure, I believe you."

James's eyes twinkled. "Let's just say this whole thing 'neeever happened.'"