Unforgettable, In Every Way Part XIV In Which There are CLUNKs, a harry potter fanfic

Redone Chapter! Thanks Padfoot Hoshi for telling me what I did wrong!

Disclaimer: *American accent* I'd like to thank my Mom and my Dad. . . My stepsister who actually did what Peter will do. . . Jill who made me fall flat on my face in the hall of our dorm. . . I was in the middle of a pirouette and she stuck her foot out! . . . My other stepsister who does look like a clown when she wears makeup - which is all the time - she adds so much, it's about an inch thick on her face! Um, ya. . .

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I think that TPTB are determined to make my life miserable! In every possible incident where I could get the slightest bit injured - I do! I'm a pile of bruises! Black and Blue I tell you!

AN: British / North American Dictionary -

The usual British etc. swear words. . . I don't think I have to tell you what they mean.

Taking the Mickey - taking the piss, making fun of. . .etc.

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End of Last Chapter:

"It's not like we're going to torture you, Lily. . ." One face said.

"Well, not on purpose." Another said, a grin threatening to split her face.

"We can't help if it's slightly. . . painful." The last purred, looking me up and down like it would a delicious hamburger.

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Unforgettable, In Every Way Part XIV - In Which There are CLUNKs

One of the conspirators clutched an implement of pain in her hand; it's bristles glinting cold and hard in the dawn light. Another gushed some brown coloured cream onto her hands; while another swivelled me to face her, silver pincers snapping, snapping, snapping accompanied by pricks of pain.

"No! No! I can't - you can't - Ow!"

"That's what you get when you move," one of them rebuked me, shaking her finger.

"If you really insist on refusing, I suppose we can't force you. . ." another looked uncertainly at me, her brow furrowed.

"Yes!" I jumped up from the seat, as quick as a flash.

"But we could always deprive you of your chocolate. . ." she continued.

I sat down with a thump. "But does it really have to be so painful?" I whined.

"Pain equals beauty," another shrugged. Then, with a grin, they went back to their torture.

"Ow! I don't think that you have to tug that hard!"

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"No!" I shrieked, "You can't do this to me!"

"Just watch us," the traitors chorused, grabbing my arms and hauling me through the corridors.

Destination: the Great Hall. And breakfast - can't forget that.

They mercilessly frogmarched me into the Great Hall and between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I was sure that everyone who glanced at me was secretly laughing behind my back!

"I feel like a clown," I muttered to my captors.

"No more than usual," came the instant reply.

Oddly, there didn't appear to be many people eating breakfast, which became something of a mystery to me. As they forced me to sit I remembered one very important thing.

"IT'S BLOODY SATURDAY! THERE'S NO SCHOOL, SO WHY DID YOU WAKE. ME. UP!?!?"

"It's Saturday?!" Laura gasped.

"There's Quiddich!" Katriona exclaimed.

"I'll have to run up and change my robes! I have no red!" Anya wailed. She whipped around and sprinted the length of the hall and out through the doors. The other two were close on her tail, their black robes billowing in their wake.

"It's Saturday. . ." I moaned, my head sinking to rest on the table, "The only ruddy day that I get to sleep in and they woke me up. . ." I tried to go to sleep then and there, since my mind couldn't convince my body to heave itself off the bench and up all those flights of stairs to the comfort of my now-cold bed.

Obviously it didn't work - each time, just as I was drifting off, someone would drop a plate or a glass would clink and my eyes would snap open again.

I gave up pretending to sleep and grabbed a bacon roll, staring at it on my plate until a crash of crockery and the sound of a bench falling over snapped me out of it. I slowly turned my head to look, my reactions shot from tiredness. At the end of the table lay a sleeping Peter Pettigrew, his head buried in his warm bowl of porridge.

A red-faced James Potter stood up from his position on the floor and righted the bench, picking crusts of toast off his Quiddich robes. It seemed that what James had done was by far the most preferable. For, even though he had been embarrassed in front of about half of the school and Slytherin would add this incident to the list of things to sneer at, he had not suffered the horrendous fate of Sirius Black.

Sirius was frozen on the bench opposite James, unfortunately beside Peter. Splashed porridge and spilled orange juice adorned his clothes, and his hands were frozen halfway to his lips with a slice of toast. Even the toast had extra toppings.

"Peter!" Sirius's eyes narrowed and he glared at Peter.

"Gnagh. . .regnth. . ." came the reply, accompanied by a squelching sound as Peter's head moved, presumably to try and find a more comfortable position while buried in the bowl of porridge.

"There's no use for it," James told Sirius resignedly, "He won't wake up for at least another two hours."

"And how many times have we had to carry him back at night?" Sirius began counting on his hands, giving up after he went through all ten of them twice.

"Well, it hasn't been you that had to carry him, was it? You didn't have him slipping and sliding all over. . ." James seemed to have the sixth sense that someone was listening with avid curiosity to their conversation because he trailed off.

"I'm going to have to change robes," Sirius announced after a few seconds of silence, looking for a clean bit of robe to wipe his sticky hands on and failing to do so.

"What? But we're only playing Quidditch!"

"And we're only playing in front of Selene, who just happens to be commentating!"

"Head over heels, eh?"

"Not as much as you and-"

"Get going!" James hastily interrupted, looking up the table in my direction. I quickly pretended to have an avid interest in the peppershaker. Hold on a second, why is there a peppershaker on the table for breakfast?

"And I'll check on Moony while I'm at it!" Sirius called as he left the Great Hall in a swirl of crimson Quidditch robes.

I noticed Selene sticking her head behind her friends and watch his retreating back. Didn't look like Sirius would have to change his robes to attract the attention of a certain particular girl.

I slowly got up, my tired body protesting all the while, and made my way out of the hall and started making my way through the entrance hall. I was up, so I may as well see this Quidditch game.

What was the big deal with it? People flew around on brooms, getting every bone in their body broken - so what? One could get their bones broken perfectly well if they threw themselves down the Divination's Tower's stairs - and they wouldn't have to fly on a broom millions of feet up in the air with nothing but wind whistling beneath their feet!

Everyone was always so interested in the Quidditch games - but I preferred my nice warm bed.

Ah, my bed. . .

"Oy, Lily!" A voice called from behind me.

"Um hum?" I turned and blearily gazed up at the tall form.

"Where are you going?" James asked me, his hair sticking up every-which-way.

"To join the circus." I stated, motioning to my face.

"Um, well. . . you don't look that bad. . ."

"You're lying through your teeth." I grinned up at him, one of my eyebrows raising.

"Nah, honestly, you don't look that bad. Maybe with a little less rogue. . ." he brought up a hand and gently wiped my cheeks, taking off some of the powder. I almost melted into his warm hand. . .

Get over him Lily! You have Kerr now, who likes you for who you are and was the first guy to notice you like that!

I shook myself and pulled out of James' grasp.

"So, ah. . . where are you going?" I asked, quickly turning and making my way out of the entrance hall. Was it getting hot in here? Couldn't be - we were outside.

"Well, I. . . actually -" James began, trailing after me.

"Oh, that's right! You're on the Gryffindor team!" I interrupted, my embarrassment and nervousness overcoming me.

"Uh, ya. I am - chaser in fact!"

"No shit, Sherlock!" Sirius added sarcastically as he tore past, sprinting for all he was worth to the Quidditch pitch. "But if you don't get to the changing rooms pronto - we'll be one chaser short. And I'll have to dig you up from the grave that Simon Wood put you in!" He hollered over his shoulder before he dashed out of earshot.

"Oh cra-" James took off, but paused, looking back at me, measuring me up. "Can I, ah. . . count on you for support?" he asked.

"Do you even need to ask? It's not as if I'll climb up to Slytherin stalls and support them!" I shot back and James grinned back and then shot off, presumably to the changing rooms to be ripped to shreds by the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain - Simon Wood.

The grin was slow to fade off my face, but a question quickly popped up in the back of my mind. Was that question that he asked more than it appeared? Did it have a hidden meaning? James looked awfully relieved about a simple question about whether I would support Gryffindor in the match. Did it seem likely that I would be a turncoat and support Slytherin?

I mused over it as I meandered my way along the winding path to the Quidditch pitch, being overtaken at an alarming pace by an outrageous number of people - mostly supporting Gryffindor red.

"Was that Shona Watson?" I muttered to myself as I looked over the disappearing crowd. It was definitely her; from the way she clung to Andrew's arm - like she was afraid of him disappearing from her sight. So, was it true about the love potion that Liz Oser - the Head Girl from Slytherin - told me about? Shone seemed a bit too protective of Andrew than anyone in a normal relationship would be with their partner.

Oh, that's nonsense! But was it true?

I examined them until they were enveloped by the heaving crowd of red and entered the stadium. But I couldn't reach a conclusion.

I was about 50 feet from the entrance of the pitch when a roar erupted from the spectators.

"Ladies and gentle men, this is Selene Rochester bringing to you the Quidditch match between Slytherin," here there were boos, "Aaaaaand - Gryffindor!" An almost unearthly yell built up, until my ears were ringing and I could hear nothing except the sound.

So this was what got everyone hooked on Quidditch! The atmosphere was indescribable!

"-Tains shake hands. . . and they're off!"

"Oh no! I missed the kick off!" I shrieked dashing into the wooden stairwell and climbing as fast as I could.

"Potter with the Quaffle! Passes to Adams, who passes to Potter again - oh! Narrow miss with a bludger hit by Crabbe! Potter passes back to Adams, who passes to Greenwood and - he dropped it! I don't believe it! How could he drop a Quaffle? It's the size of a muggle basketball!" Selene ranted over the weak cheers of the Slytherin supporters.

I paused for a few seconds on a landing to catch my breath, trying to build a mental picture of what was happening using Selene's commentating. It didn't help that I hadn't been to a match since the first term in Second Year.

"I am getting back on topic Professor! I was getting to it! So. after Butterfingers dropped the Quaffle - I mean Greenwood, of course. Malfoy caught it - you notice having no trouble keeping a grip on the ball.

Alright Professor, alright!"

I started to climb the stairs again, keeping a hand on the rail. I could hear the wooden beams creaking around me and wasn't too pleased to be trapped who-knows-how-high-above-ground on a flight of stairs and questioning whether that would collapse with me in them!

Selene's voice came back, slightly subdued, "Malfoy passes to Knott, who passes to Oser who goes for the goal and - Oh! Nice one Black! He hit a bludger straight at Oser who ducked, loosing her grip on the Quaffle. that is picked up again by Potter who rapidly passes to Adams. Notice that he didn't pass to Greenwood -

Sorry Professor! I'll be good! I promise!

It doesn't look like the seekers - Wood and Evindon - have caught sight of the Snitch yet!"

I paused again as the wood creaked particularly ominously.

"Adams passes back to Potter who distracts the keeper by feigning to the left while passing to Adams on his right.. And he SCORES! 10-0 to Gryffindor! Adams and Potter give a thumbs up to each other. . . and the game continues - Gryffindor in the lead!"

I cautiously started climbing the stairs again - half my mind listening for the warning creaks before the stairs collapsed and the other half to Selene's running commentary.

"Malfoy passes to Oser, who passes to Knott, who passes back to Oser- get them Sirius and Jay! Rockwood dodged a bludger by Sirius Black and passed to Malfoy, who dodged the other bludger by Jay McKavish and shoots. . . fantastic save by Keeper Janet Glandy! Great going Jan!"

I finally got to the last landing, I could see the light at the top of the next flight of stairs and the noise had increased tenfold from what it had been before. I gleefully began my ascent.

"-Arry! Oh no! The Dementors! Ron - do something! I'll - Ahhh!" A girl - who I was sure hadn't been there before - suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. She started and looked wildly around her, backing up in her confusion.

"NO!" I shrieked, one hand out as if I could physically stop her.

At the sound of my voice, she whirled around. The bag that she had over her shoulder put her precariously off balance and I had a glimpse of her eyes widening before she fell.

It was like a living snowball, her book bag rolling slower than she was, building up momentum as she travelled. Her robes became a blur of black and scarlet and her frizzy hair a smudge of brown against the hard wooden floor as she almost flew down the stairs.

I winced in sympathy for her. . . until I realised that I was directly in her path, that is.

As she bore down upon me, I was frozen with indecision over whether to move or not. Should I move and save myself the risk of getting even more bruises and perhaps a few broken bones to add to my collection? Or should I stay and hope to at least slow her down when she finally comes to a stop?

Was it really a decision?

You're a GRYFFINDOR! Be brave, strong - and stupid!

Needless to say, I stayed. And went down the flights upon flights of stairs faster than you could say 'Codswallop'. I certainly got to the bottom faster than I climbed to the top.

Although I would have preferred it if I hadn't landed in a heap at the bottom with the mysterious girl's still form pinning me to the floor.

"Oh, shiza." I moaned. Well, that was the entire content of my German vocabulary.

I tried moving my only free leg, but a sharp pain in my chest caused me to stop. I then tried to move one of my arms to discover that it was securely pinned. Every time I struggled, an acute twinge erupted from my chest - almost enough to make me lose conscience.

If I didn't move, I would be fine. Great. How long do Quidditch matches last?

"Once, in a World Cup Match, the game went on for THREE MONTHS! They had to keep rolling their subs! Ah, that would have been amazing to go see! But I wonder if."

I could recount what Katriona had gone on to me last year, like she was just telling it to me now. This had better not last for three bloody months! Or I will kill James I thought viciously.

James? A small part of my mind asked me.

Oh, not you again. . .

Yes. . . it is I, your subconscious talking to you. . . It said in fluttery, plumy tones, obviously taking the Mickey out of the stereotypical 'subconscious'.

Oh shut up. I firmly told it.

You thought of James instead of Kerr again. . . It continued, heedless.

And what is the matter with that? I tartly replied, ignoring my common sense that told me to stop talking to myself. Ha! Now who's talking?

Ugh, this is too confusing. . .

Well, apart from you going out with KERR! Remember that! He actually wanted to go out with you! Not James, who probably hasn't even looked at you except as an abstract friend. . .

Yes, but. . . well. . . I refused to admit it even to myself.

Face it girl, you may as well now. . . Admit it! You like him! You really like him!

"I do not! Now kindly get out of my head!" I said aloud and then waited for a reply. . . nothing. "Ha! Oh, ouch!"

Talking caused my ribcage to hurt again. Had I possibly broken something? I breathed to help get rid of the pain, but needle-like stings shot through my whole torso. Oh great, if I even breathe I get hurt.

Simple. Don't breathe.

I thought I got rid of you.

Not that lucky Hun!

Kindly remove yourself from my mind!

A crashing from the stairwell, accompanied my small tremors of vibrations captured my attention. The mysterious girl-that-is-pinning-me-down-in-a-very-uncomfortable-position's book back was slowly, ominously plodding its way down the stairs. How had it followed us down this many stairs?

CLUNK. . .

Oh no. Again, it was on a direct course for me. My head in fact.

CLUNK. . .

It was only a few stairs away now, growing steadily larger and larger. Did she put bricks in her bag or something?

I wrestled with the girl's dead weight on top of me. But every time I even tried to move, needles of pain would shoot through my body, almost making it impossible to breathe.

CLUNK. . .

It was even closer and the tremors were even bigger. It would hurt like. . . a lot if it connected with me.

I vainly tried to wiggle my hand out from beneath her. Grey started to cloud my outer vision and I could hear and feel a sick grating of bone. Presumably my ribs grinding together.

CLUNK. . .

The bag's brown mass blocked my vision, it was so close now.

Slowly and painfully, I moved my arm to try and shield my face. But halfway there, the shoulder socket popped, the pain sending me into blackness.

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Response to reviews:

oAngel85o - Well, you're not exactly going to see what they do to Lily. but I hope that this satisfies your curiosity!

Padfoot Hoshi - Oh no! I bet that they do have a bet going on about who goes out with who! No! Oh, this is just horrible! Thanks for the praise on the Snitch alarm clock - it was my pride and joy!

MilesFromNormal - Here's the update! Sorry that it took so long!

A Naughty Mouse - I know! I want her to break up with Kerr too - but she just doesn't seem to get the hint! And plus, it wouldn't follow my plot line. As if I have a plot line!

Fishnetfairy - I'll keep those things in mind when we talk. You'll just have to read to find what they do to Lily. won't you?

LisBleu - Here's the update!

Girl number 1 - I know! If I don't get good (or at least passable) grades on my tests, my mother is baying for blood!

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3200 words! Personal record!

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