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Much to Lily's dislike, she had forgotten that she did indeed share the next class with a Marauder, but only one. Remus Lupin. She didn't mind sharing Arithmancy with Remus, for he wasn't like the others, he was someone Lily could get along with quite well when needed. Arithmancy went by too fast for Lily and before she knew it, she was in Transfiguration with the full group of Marauders.
She groaned quite loudly when the four of them walked through the Transfiguration room and at the sound of her groan, they turned in her direction. James' eyes lit up and his lips curved into a smile as he made his way to sit next to Lily.
"Good morning Lils!" he said brightly. Lily mumbled her good mornings and brushed off the new nickname without interest.
"Oh Jamesy!" cried a slim Gryffindor, Lily recognized as her roommate Taran, as she sat down in front of the two. "Why are you sitting with her?" she asked, clearly making it seem that Lily was disgusting and had no right sitting next to James.
"Because she's my friend and I can sit next to her," he replied rather coolly. A hurt looking Taran then turned back in her seat to stare at Professor McGonagall who was at the front of the room, preparing the day's lesson.
"Today," Professor McGonagall started once the class had settled down, "We will be turning hedgehogs into pincushions. Now, Ms. Algorian, if you would please pass out the hedgehogs--they're in that cage over on the far left side of the classroom," McGonagall said, addressing one of Lily's other roommates and Taran's best friend, Rhenna.
After Rhenna placed a hedgehog on Lily's desk, she purposely pushed Lily's ink bottle and quill onto the floor. Causing a flood of black ink to seep onto the stone floors of the Transfiguration classroom. Lily glared at Rhenna angrily.
"Oops, I'm sorry, must've been in my way," she said merrily, grinning maliciously at Lily, whose face was now contorted into one of rage and anger.
"You better clean that up right now," Lily spoke between gritted teeth.
"Oh and is little Lily Evans going to make me?" Rhenna replied before walking away, handing out the remaining hedgehogs. Before Lily could move however, James was under the table and pointing his wand at the mess.
"Reparo," he said, as the shattered pieces of the broken ink bottle placed themselves back together and then used another spell to clean up the spilt ink. Lily smiled her appreciation and James returned it. Maybe I'm finally breaking through to her, James thought as Professor McGonagall gave them the incantation to the transfiguration and set them off to work. Maybe he was.
The end of class was drawing near and Lily and the Marauders, minus Peter, were the only ones to accomplish the task at hand. When Professor McGonagall dismissed the class, Lily took her time to put her things away.
"You four," Professor McGonagall said suddenly, pointing to the Marauders, "Remain after class--I would like to speak with you about your detention," she finished sternly. Lily grabbed her books and supplies, gave the boys a rare comforting smile and left the Marauders to the strict hands of Prof. McGonagall. When the students were gone, Professor McGonagall addressed them.
"You will report to my classroom Friday evening at 6 p.m. sharp. Do you understand?" The boys nodded and Remus paled.
"Pro-Prof-Professor?" Remus stuttered.
"Yes, what is it Mr. Lupin?"
"I-I can't make it Friday," he said plainly.
"And why might that be?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, "It's obvious, isn't it?"
"I was not speaking to you, Mr. Black and I will not tolerate being spoken to like that," she said harshly.
"Sorry," Sirius muttered.
"It's the full moon, Professor," Remus answered, "And unless you want a werewolf running around your Transfiguration classroom causing mayhem, I can't make it to your detention," he said.
"Ah, yes I see," she said absentmindedly, "You, Mr. Lupin shall report to me Monday evening then at the same time."
Remus nodded and the Marauders left the room and headed towards the common room.
"You'd obviously think she'd remember it was a full moon and you wouldn't be able to attend our detention," Sirius said thoughtfully after a few moments of silence.
"I know," Remus replied, "I know."
They made their way up to the Fat Lady's portrait and muttered the password `Arigato.' The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryffindor's common room, heavily laden with warmth and students flocking around on their free period. The Marauders found a quiet corner for them all to relax and talk in private, away from the pleading eyes of wanting girls.
Lily sat in the common room, deep in thought and writing her journal. She glanced up for a moment when she heard the portrait open and watched as the Marauders filed in, one by one as they made their way to a quiet corner. Ignoring the stares that fell upon them, they became engrossed in a conversation that no one could hear. Lily shut her eyes and sighed deeply, leaning against a far wall, deep in shadows of the common room. Her eyes, now opened, lingered for just one more moment on the boys before she turned her concentration back to her diary.
`Her cries at night fall on deaf ears while her eyes cry blinding tears. Silence holds solitude to cover its depth and solitude devours a young girl's soul. Tears are bled crimson, bleeding from her own porcelain veins. Falling back against a blood-stained wall, her eyes squeeze shut blinking out the sight. Emotions confine a vulnerable heart, broken and bleeding in the arms of another. Walking barefoot on her heart, shattered pieces, cutting the skin, leaving bloody footsteps, marking her path along the fine line of an emotional breakdown. Insanity plagues her once sane mind and she talks to herself, spitting out emotions onto walls with her pen, writing in crimson messages of feelings laid out for all eyes to see. Leaving herself open to constructive criticism and she holds herself to these words, holding herself to the death. She cries herself to sleep at night, wishing for death sometimes, for the misery consumes her `til she makes herself bleed. Her words slit her wrists. Emotions are our life and death. Her emotions were only her misery and her misery let her die tonight, while she was confined by her solitude, no one stopped her suicide.'
God Lily, you've become a depressed recluse, she thought to herself. She wondered what really did happen to make her become this way. It couldn't have just been the death of her best friend five years ago. But, he was only ten and his depression plagued his mind, fed him with lies and made him think it was the only escape. He was only ten, for God's sake and he thought had no way out. No, there was something else. Something she couldn't put a finger on. Maybe, if I looked back into my diary, maybe I could find something. Lily flipped through the pages of her thin, tattered black book and an old photograph slipped out. Surprised, Lily picked it up and stared intently at it. She let in a slight gasp. It was a picture of her and Petunia when they were younger, before...before Petunia found out about Lily's 'abilities.' Memories flashed back of the way things used to be and the way things are now. It was Petunia--Petunia was the reason Lily was so withdrawn. Petunia was her best friend, they told each other everything and held nothing back until that dreadful day. That damn day Lily had to get her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Petunia officially declared her a freak and refused to speak to her ever again. Lily was devastated at the loss of her best friend and sister. She thought everyone would be like her--she didn't want to feel that blow again, the blow of losing everything you once held dear. Lily put the picture back in between the pages where they fell out, but not before reading what she had written that day, it was a poem.
A photograph of a memory, almost forgotten. The colors faded and the corners curled, the picture although aged, hasn't changed but the people in the photograph have. The people always change. The smiles are eternally fake and surreal, souls have died and hearts have been broken. Memories are hidden in a latch-box case, the image is now meaningless. Friendships have been lost and found and some have been [forgotten forever] in a fury of whirlwind recollections and secrets. Hopes and dreams have been shattered and gained. Tears have been shed, the laughter has died. My memories will continue to haunt me of all my wasted time. Faces will stare from vivid pictures 9f the life I left behind. Though years have passed by, I remember it just like it was yesterday and if only I could just turn back time and fix all I had done wrong, maybe the picture wouldn't have faded and maybe the smiles would have been real. The friendships would still be there, along with the lingering memories and all the time that has passed me by, all the emotions that have gone astray, the consequences from every single move you made are now forgotten in a photograph of a memory.'
Lily sighed inwardly--she missed her best friend. The Marauders surely couldn't replace what once was lost. Lily wasn't even sure she could trust them. After everything she had gone through to build her walls up, she would not, she refused to let four immature boys ruin her life. Sure, she wasn't invisible anymore. But it wasn't necessarily the best thing for Lily. The girls glared at her menacingly, hating her. They made the rudest comments and tried every way possible to lower her almost non-existent self-esteem. The boys made it know better. They noticed Lily and she didn't like their stares. There were some, however, that were as worse as the girls. Calling her a 'mudblood' or what not. She would have to ask James what that was the next time they talked. No, no, no. You can't find yourself making appearances with James Potter! It isn't you! Lily--stop craving this attention. You loved your solitude, don't lose it now. Lily growled at her inner voice. She had to stop. She had to make a decision. Would she let herself become friends with the Marauders and in return, receive negative attention from others? Or would she build her barrier again and continue living in solitude? These were the questions she forced herself to ask. These were the questions she forced herself to answer.
Much to Lily's dislike, she had forgotten that she did indeed share the next class with a Marauder, but only one. Remus Lupin. She didn't mind sharing Arithmancy with Remus, for he wasn't like the others, he was someone Lily could get along with quite well when needed. Arithmancy went by too fast for Lily and before she knew it, she was in Transfiguration with the full group of Marauders.
She groaned quite loudly when the four of them walked through the Transfiguration room and at the sound of her groan, they turned in her direction. James' eyes lit up and his lips curved into a smile as he made his way to sit next to Lily.
"Good morning Lils!" he said brightly. Lily mumbled her good mornings and brushed off the new nickname without interest.
"Oh Jamesy!" cried a slim Gryffindor, Lily recognized as her roommate Taran, as she sat down in front of the two. "Why are you sitting with her?" she asked, clearly making it seem that Lily was disgusting and had no right sitting next to James.
"Because she's my friend and I can sit next to her," he replied rather coolly. A hurt looking Taran then turned back in her seat to stare at Professor McGonagall who was at the front of the room, preparing the day's lesson.
"Today," Professor McGonagall started once the class had settled down, "We will be turning hedgehogs into pincushions. Now, Ms. Algorian, if you would please pass out the hedgehogs--they're in that cage over on the far left side of the classroom," McGonagall said, addressing one of Lily's other roommates and Taran's best friend, Rhenna.
After Rhenna placed a hedgehog on Lily's desk, she purposely pushed Lily's ink bottle and quill onto the floor. Causing a flood of black ink to seep onto the stone floors of the Transfiguration classroom. Lily glared at Rhenna angrily.
"Oops, I'm sorry, must've been in my way," she said merrily, grinning maliciously at Lily, whose face was now contorted into one of rage and anger.
"You better clean that up right now," Lily spoke between gritted teeth.
"Oh and is little Lily Evans going to make me?" Rhenna replied before walking away, handing out the remaining hedgehogs. Before Lily could move however, James was under the table and pointing his wand at the mess.
"Reparo," he said, as the shattered pieces of the broken ink bottle placed themselves back together and then used another spell to clean up the spilt ink. Lily smiled her appreciation and James returned it. Maybe I'm finally breaking through to her, James thought as Professor McGonagall gave them the incantation to the transfiguration and set them off to work. Maybe he was.
The end of class was drawing near and Lily and the Marauders, minus Peter, were the only ones to accomplish the task at hand. When Professor McGonagall dismissed the class, Lily took her time to put her things away.
"You four," Professor McGonagall said suddenly, pointing to the Marauders, "Remain after class--I would like to speak with you about your detention," she finished sternly. Lily grabbed her books and supplies, gave the boys a rare comforting smile and left the Marauders to the strict hands of Prof. McGonagall. When the students were gone, Professor McGonagall addressed them.
"You will report to my classroom Friday evening at 6 p.m. sharp. Do you understand?" The boys nodded and Remus paled.
"Pro-Prof-Professor?" Remus stuttered.
"Yes, what is it Mr. Lupin?"
"I-I can't make it Friday," he said plainly.
"And why might that be?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, "It's obvious, isn't it?"
"I was not speaking to you, Mr. Black and I will not tolerate being spoken to like that," she said harshly.
"Sorry," Sirius muttered.
"It's the full moon, Professor," Remus answered, "And unless you want a werewolf running around your Transfiguration classroom causing mayhem, I can't make it to your detention," he said.
"Ah, yes I see," she said absentmindedly, "You, Mr. Lupin shall report to me Monday evening then at the same time."
Remus nodded and the Marauders left the room and headed towards the common room.
"You'd obviously think she'd remember it was a full moon and you wouldn't be able to attend our detention," Sirius said thoughtfully after a few moments of silence.
"I know," Remus replied, "I know."
They made their way up to the Fat Lady's portrait and muttered the password `Arigato.' The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryffindor's common room, heavily laden with warmth and students flocking around on their free period. The Marauders found a quiet corner for them all to relax and talk in private, away from the pleading eyes of wanting girls.
Lily sat in the common room, deep in thought and writing her journal. She glanced up for a moment when she heard the portrait open and watched as the Marauders filed in, one by one as they made their way to a quiet corner. Ignoring the stares that fell upon them, they became engrossed in a conversation that no one could hear. Lily shut her eyes and sighed deeply, leaning against a far wall, deep in shadows of the common room. Her eyes, now opened, lingered for just one more moment on the boys before she turned her concentration back to her diary.
`Her cries at night fall on deaf ears while her eyes cry blinding tears. Silence holds solitude to cover its depth and solitude devours a young girl's soul. Tears are bled crimson, bleeding from her own porcelain veins. Falling back against a blood-stained wall, her eyes squeeze shut blinking out the sight. Emotions confine a vulnerable heart, broken and bleeding in the arms of another. Walking barefoot on her heart, shattered pieces, cutting the skin, leaving bloody footsteps, marking her path along the fine line of an emotional breakdown. Insanity plagues her once sane mind and she talks to herself, spitting out emotions onto walls with her pen, writing in crimson messages of feelings laid out for all eyes to see. Leaving herself open to constructive criticism and she holds herself to these words, holding herself to the death. She cries herself to sleep at night, wishing for death sometimes, for the misery consumes her `til she makes herself bleed. Her words slit her wrists. Emotions are our life and death. Her emotions were only her misery and her misery let her die tonight, while she was confined by her solitude, no one stopped her suicide.'
God Lily, you've become a depressed recluse, she thought to herself. She wondered what really did happen to make her become this way. It couldn't have just been the death of her best friend five years ago. But, he was only ten and his depression plagued his mind, fed him with lies and made him think it was the only escape. He was only ten, for God's sake and he thought had no way out. No, there was something else. Something she couldn't put a finger on. Maybe, if I looked back into my diary, maybe I could find something. Lily flipped through the pages of her thin, tattered black book and an old photograph slipped out. Surprised, Lily picked it up and stared intently at it. She let in a slight gasp. It was a picture of her and Petunia when they were younger, before...before Petunia found out about Lily's 'abilities.' Memories flashed back of the way things used to be and the way things are now. It was Petunia--Petunia was the reason Lily was so withdrawn. Petunia was her best friend, they told each other everything and held nothing back until that dreadful day. That damn day Lily had to get her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Petunia officially declared her a freak and refused to speak to her ever again. Lily was devastated at the loss of her best friend and sister. She thought everyone would be like her--she didn't want to feel that blow again, the blow of losing everything you once held dear. Lily put the picture back in between the pages where they fell out, but not before reading what she had written that day, it was a poem.
A photograph of a memory, almost forgotten. The colors faded and the corners curled, the picture although aged, hasn't changed but the people in the photograph have. The people always change. The smiles are eternally fake and surreal, souls have died and hearts have been broken. Memories are hidden in a latch-box case, the image is now meaningless. Friendships have been lost and found and some have been [forgotten forever] in a fury of whirlwind recollections and secrets. Hopes and dreams have been shattered and gained. Tears have been shed, the laughter has died. My memories will continue to haunt me of all my wasted time. Faces will stare from vivid pictures 9f the life I left behind. Though years have passed by, I remember it just like it was yesterday and if only I could just turn back time and fix all I had done wrong, maybe the picture wouldn't have faded and maybe the smiles would have been real. The friendships would still be there, along with the lingering memories and all the time that has passed me by, all the emotions that have gone astray, the consequences from every single move you made are now forgotten in a photograph of a memory.'
Lily sighed inwardly--she missed her best friend. The Marauders surely couldn't replace what once was lost. Lily wasn't even sure she could trust them. After everything she had gone through to build her walls up, she would not, she refused to let four immature boys ruin her life. Sure, she wasn't invisible anymore. But it wasn't necessarily the best thing for Lily. The girls glared at her menacingly, hating her. They made the rudest comments and tried every way possible to lower her almost non-existent self-esteem. The boys made it know better. They noticed Lily and she didn't like their stares. There were some, however, that were as worse as the girls. Calling her a 'mudblood' or what not. She would have to ask James what that was the next time they talked. No, no, no. You can't find yourself making appearances with James Potter! It isn't you! Lily--stop craving this attention. You loved your solitude, don't lose it now. Lily growled at her inner voice. She had to stop. She had to make a decision. Would she let herself become friends with the Marauders and in return, receive negative attention from others? Or would she build her barrier again and continue living in solitude? These were the questions she forced herself to ask. These were the questions she forced herself to answer.