Lily felt her world was shattered. Shattered to pieces, by people who
didn't realized that they were doing so. She was used to people mocking her
and ignoring her. Hell! She was even used to the abuse her parents gave
her. Thinking about the boys who just violently came into her life. Why did
they have to save her in the first place? She wanted to die. The world
never wanted her anyways. Her biological parents didn't want her, her
foster parents hated her, her schoolmates never cared or even noticed her.
Maybe it was her. Maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, she knew that it wouldn't be so simple. The boys would probably just forget her soon enough.most people did. Her world turned upside down in that moment. Crashed to the ground, to bits with one fell swoop. Why did the Marauder's help? Why did they care? No one had before.
She groaned and placed her feet gingerly onto the red-carpeted floor. Strangely enough, she found that all her injuries had healed. Looking at the calendar next to her bed, she discovered that it was her birthday. She shrugged it off as a coincidence and went to change.
Taking a pair of Jeans and a black shirt out of her wardrobe. She put them on. Walking down to 'her' studio which actually was the art room, but no one really was there after hours or at least on Hogsmead weekends.
Finally being able to do one of the things that let her escape from the harsh reality of the world, she took up her paints and painted.
**Hogsmead**
"GAH! Sirius! Don't do that. NO!!! DON'T TOUCH THAT!!! Sirius, GET AWAY FROM THAT!!! ITS FRAGILE!!!" James hyperventilated.
All in all, it was a typical Hogsmead weekend. They were in the crystal shop in Hogsmead, looking for something appropriate to give Lily for her b'day. Presently, James and Remus were trying to restrain a hyperactive Sirius, who was presently trying to touch everything he considered pretty. Unfortunately.it was most of the shop.
"Ooh.shiny crystals.."
"NO! SIRIUS!! Get AWAY!!!"
After a few more moments of futility, the two boys gave up. They walked around the shop looking for something of interest. Looking at the walls, they found them littered with paintings. Beautiful works of art. Each one unique in its own right. The two boys found themselves entranced by them, looking at the crystals again. They searched with new vigor.
Fortunately, Sirius got bored and found himself wandering back to Zonko's for prank material. Therefore, the two boys were left in peace. Seeing a small crystal carving of a owl in mid flight, he gestured over to Remus who came over and agreed that it was perfect for her.
Walking over to the counter, Remus couldn't resist asking the shopkeeper about the paintings on the walls, "Who painted them? Where can I get one like this?"
"Well, my boy, I bought these meself at a gallery sometime ago. Except that wolf over there, yer see that piece? That 'un was given to me by my niece, she works in the Art Gallery in Diagon Alley. Apparently the artist gave to her as a token of her own gratitude for letting her stay in there. Some person name Jordan. Very famous I hear."
Jordan.that name sounded strangely familiar to James. He shrugged it off to the various paintings in Hogwarts.
Meanwhile, Sirius also discovered some paintings in Zonko's one of a dungbomb exploding in the Slytherin Table. He found it strangely familiar and funny at the same time. Looking closer, he saw the name Jordan at the bottom and the label Zonko's on the dungbomb. Laughing to himself, he scrutinized the people in the picture, he saw the Slytherin's turn to him and shake a fist at him. Finally he realized what was so familiar about the picture. The people were in his year at Hogwarts!
Shrugging it off as a coincidence, he went and bought his and his friends' weeks' worth of pranking supplies.
**Hogwarts**
When Lily finished putting the base coat of paint on the painting, she felt a presence behind her. It was Professor Dumbledore. He took and chair and sat next to her, his all-knowing eyes looking at her with a hint of sadness and a spark of pity.
"Miss Evans, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
"No, Professor. Its ok."
"I heard from Madam Pomfrey that you tried to kill yourself. Are you sure you're all right?"
A while went by without a reply from Lily, he sat up, "You're very good you know. You can even make a career out of this."
Lily finally turned around, "Sir, with all due respect, I don't understand why you made me Head Girl. I don't understand a lot of things, but pain and painting is what I do understand. I know you know a lot of things and are very wise, but sometimes you should take a step back and see if things straighten out by themselves. Or if they solve themselves. Painting, for example. I don't think. I just do. I'm sure the writers will tell you the same thing."
With that, Professor Dumbledore nodded, he understood that Lily needed some breathing space, and he would give that to her. Walking off, he said something that threw Lily off completely.
"Daylight illuminated, but only for those
who had some knowing in their seeing,
and night fell for everyone, but harder
for some. A belief in happiness bred
despair, though despair could be assuaged
by belief, which required faith,
which made those who had it
one-eyed amid the beautiful contraries.
Love at noon that was still love at dusk
meant doubt had been subjugated
for exactly that long, and best to have music
to sweeten a sadness, underscore joy.
Those alone spoke to their dogs,
but also to plants, to the brilliant agreeableness
of air, while those together were left
to address the wall or open door of each other.
Oh for logs in the fireplace and a winter storm,
some said. Oh for Scotch and a sitcom, said others.
Daylight concealed, but only for those
fond of the enormous puzzle, and night rose up
earth to sky, pagan and unknowable.
How we saw it was how it was. A poem by Stephen Dunn. A muggle poet. Thought this might suit you quite well. Still don't quite understand what a sitcom is though."
Lily was left there thinking about those words, continuing her painting. Thinking. Painting. Looking at the canvas, she discovered what she had drawn. It was a picture of the Marauders. They were laughing with each other. Enjoying each other's company while walking down the halls of Hogwarts.
The Marauder's had come back from Hogsmead with the crystal figurine. Sirius had gotten Lily a set of sugar quills instead since he couldn't figure out what to give her. All of them were still thinking about the several paintings they had seen. Different paintings called out to them. The wolf to Remus, the prank to Sirius and the lily to James. A white lily on a black background.
Fangboy---ITS MY B'DAE!! I'm so happy!!! I wrote this chappie for you pple!! Please read and review!!! ^_^ Gah! That poem's not mine btw, I got it from www.poems.com its by a poet called Stephen Dunn!!! ^_^
Maybe it was her. Maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, she knew that it wouldn't be so simple. The boys would probably just forget her soon enough.most people did. Her world turned upside down in that moment. Crashed to the ground, to bits with one fell swoop. Why did the Marauder's help? Why did they care? No one had before.
She groaned and placed her feet gingerly onto the red-carpeted floor. Strangely enough, she found that all her injuries had healed. Looking at the calendar next to her bed, she discovered that it was her birthday. She shrugged it off as a coincidence and went to change.
Taking a pair of Jeans and a black shirt out of her wardrobe. She put them on. Walking down to 'her' studio which actually was the art room, but no one really was there after hours or at least on Hogsmead weekends.
Finally being able to do one of the things that let her escape from the harsh reality of the world, she took up her paints and painted.
**Hogsmead**
"GAH! Sirius! Don't do that. NO!!! DON'T TOUCH THAT!!! Sirius, GET AWAY FROM THAT!!! ITS FRAGILE!!!" James hyperventilated.
All in all, it was a typical Hogsmead weekend. They were in the crystal shop in Hogsmead, looking for something appropriate to give Lily for her b'day. Presently, James and Remus were trying to restrain a hyperactive Sirius, who was presently trying to touch everything he considered pretty. Unfortunately.it was most of the shop.
"Ooh.shiny crystals.."
"NO! SIRIUS!! Get AWAY!!!"
After a few more moments of futility, the two boys gave up. They walked around the shop looking for something of interest. Looking at the walls, they found them littered with paintings. Beautiful works of art. Each one unique in its own right. The two boys found themselves entranced by them, looking at the crystals again. They searched with new vigor.
Fortunately, Sirius got bored and found himself wandering back to Zonko's for prank material. Therefore, the two boys were left in peace. Seeing a small crystal carving of a owl in mid flight, he gestured over to Remus who came over and agreed that it was perfect for her.
Walking over to the counter, Remus couldn't resist asking the shopkeeper about the paintings on the walls, "Who painted them? Where can I get one like this?"
"Well, my boy, I bought these meself at a gallery sometime ago. Except that wolf over there, yer see that piece? That 'un was given to me by my niece, she works in the Art Gallery in Diagon Alley. Apparently the artist gave to her as a token of her own gratitude for letting her stay in there. Some person name Jordan. Very famous I hear."
Jordan.that name sounded strangely familiar to James. He shrugged it off to the various paintings in Hogwarts.
Meanwhile, Sirius also discovered some paintings in Zonko's one of a dungbomb exploding in the Slytherin Table. He found it strangely familiar and funny at the same time. Looking closer, he saw the name Jordan at the bottom and the label Zonko's on the dungbomb. Laughing to himself, he scrutinized the people in the picture, he saw the Slytherin's turn to him and shake a fist at him. Finally he realized what was so familiar about the picture. The people were in his year at Hogwarts!
Shrugging it off as a coincidence, he went and bought his and his friends' weeks' worth of pranking supplies.
**Hogwarts**
When Lily finished putting the base coat of paint on the painting, she felt a presence behind her. It was Professor Dumbledore. He took and chair and sat next to her, his all-knowing eyes looking at her with a hint of sadness and a spark of pity.
"Miss Evans, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
"No, Professor. Its ok."
"I heard from Madam Pomfrey that you tried to kill yourself. Are you sure you're all right?"
A while went by without a reply from Lily, he sat up, "You're very good you know. You can even make a career out of this."
Lily finally turned around, "Sir, with all due respect, I don't understand why you made me Head Girl. I don't understand a lot of things, but pain and painting is what I do understand. I know you know a lot of things and are very wise, but sometimes you should take a step back and see if things straighten out by themselves. Or if they solve themselves. Painting, for example. I don't think. I just do. I'm sure the writers will tell you the same thing."
With that, Professor Dumbledore nodded, he understood that Lily needed some breathing space, and he would give that to her. Walking off, he said something that threw Lily off completely.
"Daylight illuminated, but only for those
who had some knowing in their seeing,
and night fell for everyone, but harder
for some. A belief in happiness bred
despair, though despair could be assuaged
by belief, which required faith,
which made those who had it
one-eyed amid the beautiful contraries.
Love at noon that was still love at dusk
meant doubt had been subjugated
for exactly that long, and best to have music
to sweeten a sadness, underscore joy.
Those alone spoke to their dogs,
but also to plants, to the brilliant agreeableness
of air, while those together were left
to address the wall or open door of each other.
Oh for logs in the fireplace and a winter storm,
some said. Oh for Scotch and a sitcom, said others.
Daylight concealed, but only for those
fond of the enormous puzzle, and night rose up
earth to sky, pagan and unknowable.
How we saw it was how it was. A poem by Stephen Dunn. A muggle poet. Thought this might suit you quite well. Still don't quite understand what a sitcom is though."
Lily was left there thinking about those words, continuing her painting. Thinking. Painting. Looking at the canvas, she discovered what she had drawn. It was a picture of the Marauders. They were laughing with each other. Enjoying each other's company while walking down the halls of Hogwarts.
The Marauder's had come back from Hogsmead with the crystal figurine. Sirius had gotten Lily a set of sugar quills instead since he couldn't figure out what to give her. All of them were still thinking about the several paintings they had seen. Different paintings called out to them. The wolf to Remus, the prank to Sirius and the lily to James. A white lily on a black background.
Fangboy---ITS MY B'DAE!! I'm so happy!!! I wrote this chappie for you pple!! Please read and review!!! ^_^ Gah! That poem's not mine btw, I got it from www.poems.com its by a poet called Stephen Dunn!!! ^_^