They don't love you like I love you
Chapter 4
July 7, 2004
Disclaimer: see chapter 1
When Sirius left the house, James didn't know what to do. He and Sirius had been best friends all their lives. James' father and Sirius' father had been friends themselves when they went to Hogwarts.
James stood up from where he was sitting at the kitchen table. He went over to the fire place and threw in the floo powder, before shouting the Leaky Cauldron and disappearing.
When he entered the Leaky Cauldron, he realized how full it really could get. He walked over to the only empty space at the bar. "A large Fire Whiskey." he mumbled to the bartender. The bartender turned around to pour the steaming red liquid into a pewter tankard. She looked up as she handed the glass to James.
"That'll be 5 sickles." James realized that the girl had very beautiful dark eyes. And her hair to match, it went right down to the small of her back. Her skin was pale. "Um... yes." He rummaged in his pockets trying to find the money, while trying not to break the connection with her eyes. He finally found the change and placed it into her silky smooth hand. He drank his whiskey, while watching the girls progress around the bar, serving the costumers. She finally stopped back around to James.
"Another then," She spoke, this time James could tell her strong accent. "Um...yeah." he pulled out the coins again and laid them on the table.
"So what brings you here?" she smiled under her darkly lined eyes. "I don't know. I've just gotten into a few too many fights with people I thought were friends the last few days. I'm trying to collect my thoughts." he smiled back up at her. She did have a stunning smile. When James looked into her eyes he couldn't think for himself. All he wanted to do was to keep looking into her eyes.
She smiled again looking into James eyes. Suddenly she grimaced as she grabbed her left forearm in pain.
"What's the matter," asked James in concern.
"Oh, its nothing. I burned myself earlier today. My shift is over now, but if you want we can get a drink tomorrow night. Together." She looked at James. Well, looked into his eyes.
"Yeah, that sounds all right." He answered back, not so much to her but, to her eyes.
"Until tomorrow then, about 8 o'clock meet me outside. Good bye." She grabbed her cloak from under the bar. She pulled it over her shoulders and left the bar.
James finished his drink in silence. Before getting up and walking back over to the fire place.
That night, James laid in bed thinking about the girl he had met at the bar. She was even prettier then that Natily girl he was going out with now.
The girl at the bar, she had the most captivating dark eyes. It was if they were putting a spell on him, so he wouldn't want to look away. All chaos would break lose if he looked away.
The next day, James couldn't concentrate at work. He couldn't tell where he was going, he only knew the girl wasn't where he was.
Finally, 7:45 came around and he apperated back to the Leaky Cauldron, but then walked out the door to wait for the girl. She did arrive a little after 8 o'clock. "You look amazing." He jabbered to her. But in reality he couldn't tell what she was wearing under her fur cloak. He just made the assumption that she always looked great.
"Thank you. So shall we go in. It's a tad chilly out here don't you think. The late January sky was trying to produce more snow onto the snow strewn sidewalk. "Okay then." James opened the door for her. And they walked into the instantaneous warmth of the bar. He looked around the bar trying to find an empty table, which was rather a choir but, he did find one toward the back of the bar... close to the table that Sirius, Lily, and Diana were sitting at. He didn't look at them again, but he knew they were looking at him. He could almost feel the daggers protruding from their eyes. James walked to the table and pulled out the chair for the girl. She sat down and so did he.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask you last night. What's your name?" he grinned sheepishly. His untidy black hair was hanging in his eyes.
"Bellatrix." She paused. "Bellatrix Black. And your name is?" she looked into his hazel eye.
"James Potter." He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. He was falling in love with one of Sirius' relatives. After Sirius had yelled at him last night, he was sure he was going to kill him now. The waitress walked around slowly toward their table. "What can I get you two." She said not looking down at the couple. "A gillywater." Bellatrix spoke smooth as velvet.
"And a glass of Fire Whiskey." James smiled at Bellatrix.
'Wait,' thought Rose as she took the couples order. 'That voice is strangely familiar.' she thought hard for a second before concluding that it was James Potter. She glared down at the couple. "Fancy seeing you here Potter." She snarled in a harsh tone.
James looked up, only to see one of Lily and Diana's best friends, Rosemerta. "What do you mean by that?" He had always been on pretty good terms with Rose. He just couldn't guess why she'd be acting so... so... harsh.
"Oh, trying to forget now are yea." She stomped off back to the bar to fill their order.
"What was that about?" Asked Bellatrix. She didn't exactly have a quizzical look on her face, she was just being polite by asking.
"I don't really know." He lied. He knew exactly what she was talking about. He knew she must be mad about him breaking up with Lily for another girl. Lily must have just told her, other wise what could she be mad about.
Just then, Lily rushed past their table, cloak and mittens on. She didn't even make eye contact with them. She left the bar in a flurry of dainty snowflakes.
A few moments later, Rose returned with their drinks. She threw them down onto the scrub table a little more forceful then need be.
The evening ended late. James walked Bellatrix out of the tavern giving her a slight kiss on the cheek before apperateing home.
He had to see her again. He had to.
James stood up from where he was sitting at the kitchen table. He went over to the fire place and threw in the floo powder, before shouting the Leaky Cauldron and disappearing.
When he entered the Leaky Cauldron, he realized how full it really could get. He walked over to the only empty space at the bar. "A large Fire Whiskey." he mumbled to the bartender. The bartender turned around to pour the steaming red liquid into a pewter tankard. She looked up as she handed the glass to James.
"That'll be 5 sickles." James realized that the girl had very beautiful dark eyes. And her hair to match, it went right down to the small of her back. Her skin was pale. "Um... yes." He rummaged in his pockets trying to find the money, while trying not to break the connection with her eyes. He finally found the change and placed it into her silky smooth hand. He drank his whiskey, while watching the girls progress around the bar, serving the costumers. She finally stopped back around to James.
"Another then," She spoke, this time James could tell her strong accent. "Um...yeah." he pulled out the coins again and laid them on the table.
"So what brings you here?" she smiled under her darkly lined eyes. "I don't know. I've just gotten into a few too many fights with people I thought were friends the last few days. I'm trying to collect my thoughts." he smiled back up at her. She did have a stunning smile. When James looked into her eyes he couldn't think for himself. All he wanted to do was to keep looking into her eyes.
She smiled again looking into James eyes. Suddenly she grimaced as she grabbed her left forearm in pain.
"What's the matter," asked James in concern.
"Oh, its nothing. I burned myself earlier today. My shift is over now, but if you want we can get a drink tomorrow night. Together." She looked at James. Well, looked into his eyes.
"Yeah, that sounds all right." He answered back, not so much to her but, to her eyes.
"Until tomorrow then, about 8 o'clock meet me outside. Good bye." She grabbed her cloak from under the bar. She pulled it over her shoulders and left the bar.
James finished his drink in silence. Before getting up and walking back over to the fire place.
That night, James laid in bed thinking about the girl he had met at the bar. She was even prettier then that Natily girl he was going out with now.
The girl at the bar, she had the most captivating dark eyes. It was if they were putting a spell on him, so he wouldn't want to look away. All chaos would break lose if he looked away.
The next day, James couldn't concentrate at work. He couldn't tell where he was going, he only knew the girl wasn't where he was.
Finally, 7:45 came around and he apperated back to the Leaky Cauldron, but then walked out the door to wait for the girl. She did arrive a little after 8 o'clock. "You look amazing." He jabbered to her. But in reality he couldn't tell what she was wearing under her fur cloak. He just made the assumption that she always looked great.
"Thank you. So shall we go in. It's a tad chilly out here don't you think. The late January sky was trying to produce more snow onto the snow strewn sidewalk. "Okay then." James opened the door for her. And they walked into the instantaneous warmth of the bar. He looked around the bar trying to find an empty table, which was rather a choir but, he did find one toward the back of the bar... close to the table that Sirius, Lily, and Diana were sitting at. He didn't look at them again, but he knew they were looking at him. He could almost feel the daggers protruding from their eyes. James walked to the table and pulled out the chair for the girl. She sat down and so did he.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask you last night. What's your name?" he grinned sheepishly. His untidy black hair was hanging in his eyes.
"Bellatrix." She paused. "Bellatrix Black. And your name is?" she looked into his hazel eye.
"James Potter." He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. He was falling in love with one of Sirius' relatives. After Sirius had yelled at him last night, he was sure he was going to kill him now. The waitress walked around slowly toward their table. "What can I get you two." She said not looking down at the couple. "A gillywater." Bellatrix spoke smooth as velvet.
"And a glass of Fire Whiskey." James smiled at Bellatrix.
'Wait,' thought Rose as she took the couples order. 'That voice is strangely familiar.' she thought hard for a second before concluding that it was James Potter. She glared down at the couple. "Fancy seeing you here Potter." She snarled in a harsh tone.
James looked up, only to see one of Lily and Diana's best friends, Rosemerta. "What do you mean by that?" He had always been on pretty good terms with Rose. He just couldn't guess why she'd be acting so... so... harsh.
"Oh, trying to forget now are yea." She stomped off back to the bar to fill their order.
"What was that about?" Asked Bellatrix. She didn't exactly have a quizzical look on her face, she was just being polite by asking.
"I don't really know." He lied. He knew exactly what she was talking about. He knew she must be mad about him breaking up with Lily for another girl. Lily must have just told her, other wise what could she be mad about.
Just then, Lily rushed past their table, cloak and mittens on. She didn't even make eye contact with them. She left the bar in a flurry of dainty snowflakes.
A few moments later, Rose returned with their drinks. She threw them down onto the scrub table a little more forceful then need be.
The evening ended late. James walked Bellatrix out of the tavern giving her a slight kiss on the cheek before apperateing home.
He had to see her again. He had to.