Broken
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the concept and characters of Harry Potter, the song Broken is by Seether featuring Amy Lee, I suggest you listen to it! I own nothing except the basic story plot and a love for the song.
James sank to the floor, his head in his hands. The rest of the Order had gone, making plans, leaving him alone with his thoughts that were constantly bent on Lily. What if she was hurt? He wasn't there to ease any of it. James took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. How much longer could he take without her?
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high and steal your pain away
He had spent seven years chasing after her, and now he had her, but only to be taken away from him much to soon. He drew out a photograph that he had in his pocket. It showed Lily last summer, laughing and blowing kisses to James out of the picture. What if he never heard her laugh again? What if he never felt the sweet taste of her lips on his again? A thousand other "what ifs" raced through James' exhausted thoughts. Torture and death could suck out all the brightness and joy that Lily brought to his life.
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high and steal your pain
The Order wanted to put into action a meticulous plan, while James just wanted Lily back. Now. James clutched the picture tighter to his heart. He wouldn't live with himself if Lily was in any pain. He would take all the pain himself if he could. Suffer so Lily wouldn't. That's what love is James knew. Without herâ€James didn't think that he could survive.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
James crumbled in defeat.
Lily groaned as she put a finger to her bleeding head. It wasn't that severe, just enough to make her head spin. She couldn't sense the menacing presence of Voldemort or his followers anywhere near her, so Lily had a moment of peace to recuperate.
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I want to hold you high, you steal my pain away
Glancing around the cell, Lily could see no means of escape. All her hope was placed heavily on James' shoulders. She choked back sobs. James, her handsome raven-haired husband. He was always there to make her smile and make her pain bearable. But he wasn't here now. Lily was all alone.
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I want to hold you high and steal your pain
Could the Order help me? Lily thought. She would rather kill herself than betray the Order to Voldemort. If she died, than so many others could follow in her footsteps. So many other young lives were endangered because of this one wizard. We were foolish. Lily thought again as she remembered she and James joining those who fought against Voldemort and his rank of Death Eaters. They had been so young, so blissfully happy. There are so many others too, they could all die, just like I could, just like Lara did. James, Sirius, Remus and even Peter, will they make it? Why? Why did James and I join? Will I ever be able to live again?
A single tear rolled down Lily's cheek in her damp prison.
James bit his lip hard and stared up at the ceiling in the Headquarters, to keep the tears from falling.
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Carrying on without James seemed impossible. Lily needed him. It was at times like these that Lily cursed and embraced love. Love was horrible, it made ordeals like this so hard to bear. Yet love, in the form of James, was the one thing that kept Lily alive.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
What was the point of living without Lily? James needed her. How many times has Voldemort tried to get us? Why can't he leave us alone? James thought brokenly. This time was different. Before, James and Lily had always fought together, side by side. Now they were separated, could they survive without each other?
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Lily shifted her numb body to try to find some comfort. The only place I'm really comfortable is in James' arms. Lily thought dryly. Where was he now? Lily knew James was shutting himself up from the rest of the world. He was always like that, if something truly upset him, then he would just close up. Is he thinking about me? Lily wished she had a tissue to soak up her tears.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
James stretched his cramped leg. He had never been so lost and uncomfortable. Where was Lily now? James imagined Lily in a dark cell, lonely, bleeding. His imagination carried him away until he saw her pale, drawn face with tears running down her blood-streaked cheeks. Is she thinking about me? James angrily swiped at his damp eyes with his robe sleeve.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone
James was all that kept Lily going. The reason why she lived. After all, it is better to have loved and lost, then never have loved at all. But Lily didn't think that she could handle losing James. Lily used the wall to get up, a hand clutching her bleeding face. It was time.
Lily. His beautiful flower. The reason for his existence. "I just hope to sleep, and never awaken, nothing left in this world, could replace what you have taken." James quoted a poem that sprang into his head. But she wasn't gone yet, and James wouldn't let anyone take Lily from him. James jumped to his feet, his head spinning at the sudden movement. He gripped his wand tightly and strode to the door. It was time.
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
by Sandy Cheney
A/N I had a lot of fun writing that and it's so romantic...
