Midnight in August

My first fanfic.This story is about lily and MWPP. It probably will have a plot, or mini plots, even tho I don't like plots, since life doesn't have a plot. I'll try to get romance and humor in there, I don't know, I'm very new at this. By the way, this fanfic will be pretty modern and I hate to say it, but pretty American. I'm sorry that I'm hopeless at sounding British, since I'm not, lol.

Disclaimer- Kay, I'm new at this too. Anything you recognize is NOT mine. Most likely JK Rowling's. Anything you DON'T recognize is MINE! Please ask before you take anything.

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Okay. People. I have gotten near to no reviews (thanks to remick, my only reviewer). Anyways, I'm thinking about just not continuing this ficcie since no one seems (it appears) to like it much. I have to say, I hate it right about now. So this is all I've written before I decided to not spend so much time on nothing. Wanna make me change my mind? FRICKIN TELL ME. PLEASE. I'm sick of working on something no one feels strong enough about to review.

Ch. 3 The Warmth

I'd like to close my eyes and go numb

But there's a cold wind coming from

The top of the highest high rise today

Its not a breeze cuz it blows hard

Yes and it wants me to discard the

The humanity I know, watched the warmth blow away

So don't let the world bring you down

Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold

Remember why you came and while you're alive

Experience the warmth before you grow old

So do you think I should adhere

To that pressing new frontier

And leave in my wake, a trail of fear

Should I hold my head up high

And throw a wrench and spokes by

I'm leaving the air behind me clear

So don't let the world bring you down

Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold

Remember why you came and while you're alive

Experience the warmth before you grow old

So don't let the world bring you down

Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold

Remember why you came and while you're alive

Experience the warmth before you grow old

Before you grow old

-The Warmth, Incubus

(A/N: this song has more meaning later in the story, if I ever decide to write it.)

The five others obviously hadn't heard them as they all had their eyes glued to the screen when Lily and James walked in. Of course, after the door slammed shut and the sound of Lily's crying reached their ears, they had all rushed over, wondering the same thing that James was: why the hell is she sobbing so hard? Over WHAT?

But before they could say a thing, James said sharply, "Guys watch out. I'm taking her upstairs." And shot them all a warning glance that said 'Shut it. Don't say a WORD, at least not now." He then traveled up the stairs with Lily, who was watching them with tear filled eyes over his shoulder.

Once in the long hallway that contained all the Potter rooms, James said, 'Here I'll put you in my room. All the guest bedrooms don't have sheets.' And with a sigh he set her down on his bed. She was silently crying still, her round green eyes seemed washed out, pale, sad and...empty. It unnerved him. He had never seen her eyes like it, it was spooky as a dead corpse. He just sat there, absentmindedly rubbing her back in hopes of subsiding her tears in stillness.

"I'm gonna go down to the others and stomp on any of the rumors they've thought up by now." James said after a while.

She lifted her head off his should with a feeble 'heh' and said "Okay" sighing.

As he went out the door, she slowly lowered herself on his bed and closed her eyes. She breathed in the smell of his room. It smelled overwhelmingly like him, like the cologne he wore, and just the essence of him. For a while she just thought about him, and how extraordinary he seemed now that she realized her crush on him, she definitely saw him in a new light. Lily opened her eyes and had an urge for something she knew was a problem, but couldn't stop. To take her mind off it, she searched through his drawer beside his bed for a deck of playing cards, so she could play solitaire, a game she'd been doing ever since she realized she needed to stop her problem, as it was getting to a serious point. There were none. What she did find, though, was James's pocket knife. As she picked it up she wondered why he didn't have it, he always had it. A fresh wave of fear and guilt rushed over her as she held the heavy, cold metal in her hands. She looked around before she curiously started opening the different blades and other useful things in his pocketknife.

Downstairs, meanwhile

When James hit the last step and entered the hallway he was met by his five eager friends who "coincidently" ran into him, and what a perfect time it was to ask him a few "questions." More like the interrogation squad. Who were very well taught in keeping their mouths shut when needed. He could practically read their minds in their questions, but they still kept silent, and James really wasn't in the mood to try to explain something he didn't understand. After a few seconds, Jen spoke up.

"So, uh, well, what's wrong with Lily?" she said, speeding up at the end as if she was afraid to ask, a concerned look coming over her face.

"I'm not exactly sure. I was trying to get her to tell me what happened between you two," he gestured to Anne, whose eyebrows scrunched together and her mouth turned down at the corners, "and then she just up and starts crying. It was quite strange. But I could tell there was more wrong than just the fight between you guys." He added at the end, seeing Anne get an uneasy look as she heard Lily started crying when James tried to talk to her about the screaming match they had.

"Well, is she okay now?" Anne inquired.

"Um...she's been crying for quite a while...but, um...I think she'll be fine..." he said uncertainly. "I hope..." he added in an undertone.

Jen, Lindsay and Anne exchanged worried glances.

"Can we see her?" Lindsay asked, biting her nails.

"I don't think that'd be best right now..." James replied, frowning.

"Why?" she asked further.

"I dunno, I just don't!" he said shrugging, getting agitated.

"Wait...it's not that time of the month for her, is it?" Sirius asked pointedly to the girls with a suspicious and disgusted look on his face.

"Sirius. You dumbass." James said with an exasperated expression flashing on his face.

"What? Girls act so freaking emotional when they're...like that." He responded.

"Bad move, buddy..." James said in an undertone turning slightly away, he didn't want to be a part of what he knew the girls would get ultra defensive about.

"Sirius...what he means is that right about now we are surrounded by girls...and they're kind of...touchy...about that..." Remus said.

"They are? Well maybe it's their time, too. Then they probably would be touchy about it." He said stupidly, while Anne, Jen and Lindsay just glared at him.

'We do not ACT like that," Anne gestured upwards, to Lily, "you bastard."

"Anne, don't let your mouth run off like that. And Sirius, the only reason we're touchy is because you ignorant boys decide to act so damn annoying, stupid, chauvinistic, arrogant and provoking all the time." Jen said.

"Hey! Not nice!" James said.

"Whatever..." she replied.

"Just the truth..." Anne said.

Lindsay rolled her eyes at them.

"Well, is it that time for all of y-"

"Sirius. You can be extraordinarily idiotic sometimes." Remus said, cutting him off and looking at the girls fearfully who had narrowed their eyes and crossed their arms, looking like bulls before a red flag.

"Correction: He's like that ALL the time." James said turning away, "I think we should go before we get massacred."

"Um, heh?" Sirius said weakly.

July passed without much concern except for the huge birthday bash they held for Anne which they had at her house in the monster big backyard and invited nearly everyone they knew from everywhere. Sirius, of course, spiked every drink he could and got almost everyone at least a little drunk, himself included (majorly.) August was just a blur of spending as much time as possible not thinking about going back to school and work, much the same as July apart from the ever growing feeling of summer coming to a close. They had all forgotten about the one day where Lily cried and the fight had broken out. (Well, mostly. They all had it in their subconscious, preferring to not think about it, yet unknowingly had strange dreams that drew from it.) The usual occurrence of going to Diagon Alley came and went.

Now, it was 10:23 AM on September 1st and chaos had erupted in every household.

"Where's my freaking wand?!"

"I can't find my Zonko's bag, dude! Help!"

"Okay, finally I've got everything in order and away from my maniacal 3 year old sisters...wait! No Kimmy! Don't run away with my stuff, honey! Agghhh..."

"Quill, parchment, wand, robes, books, cat, owl...wait...no cat...oh no!"

"MOM. We're gonna be late."

"I can't find my Transfiguration book! I can't find my Transfiguration book!"

"Hey mom, I'm ready, let's go."

"People! I can't find my wand! Work with me, here!"

"Mom, where the hel-eck is my Zonko's bag?!"

"Kimmmmmy! Ah-hah! Gotcha...ah! No Kara! No!"

"Mrs. Paw-awws, where ARE you?"

"MOM! Seriously, we're GONNA be late!"

"Dad, my book? Corey? Oh okay...where did it GO? Shut up I didn't ask you..."

"Mom? Can we GO now? Come on!"

"MY WAND!"

"Whew! Zonko's bag! Thank you, GOD! I would've died without pranks...actually I'd just steal James's stuff...heh, oh well."

"Got you BOTH! Give me back my stuff! There we go...now leave me alone!"

"Mrs. Paws! There you are, my fluff ball!"

"MOM! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!!"

"Corey! You dunce! Why'd you have MY Transfiguration book?!"

"Can we PLEASE go now?!"

And so went the journey to King's Cross.

Okay, that was the beginning of chapter 3. as I said, I stopped writing it. Short, I kno. Now, Review and maybe I'll continue, but ya kno what? If you don't, then I'm not going to. At all. And even if you do review I'll post one short bit telling whether I'm going to or not. But obviously, so far, it doesn't matter one way or the other since I haven't gotten the enthusiasm I wanted...well that's okay. I have an idea in my head for another story that might go better than this one. Yes, I had more ideas for this but maybe I can work them into the other story.

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