Bump in the Night

That night, Lily continued to carry out her Head Girl duties and patrolled the Hogwarts corridors. However, she was without James, as he was 'busy' for some reason which Lily had no knowledge of. She was slightly pleased that James wasn't accompanying her this night, because earlier he had been almost constantly lurking over her conversation with Sean, and she didn't warm to James acting like that in the slightest. She continued to walk along the dark corridor she was currently monitoring and when convinced, slowly turned a corner and bounded into a drifty cold breeze that engulfed her into an icy embrace. She shivered, having just entered the dungeon corridors which always made her slightly more aware- just the general aura of the dungeons made her feel uneasy.

Her hurried footsteps echoed along the stone ground, resonant in the eerie silence of the dungeons and penetrating her into an even deeper uneasy state. She continued to walk in slight edginess, her pale face facing forward, brilliant emerald eyes scanning straight ahead for a slight glimpse of a student. Her dark claret hair was slighting flapping amidst her face, her wavy locks swaying in the slight draft drifting through the dungeon corridors.

She swiftly stopped walking. She had heard a second footstep follow after hers. A dark shadow slowly emitted over her petite figure and she looked downwards to the ground, tensely frowning. The shadow finally draped over her stature completely, just spilling over the rock ground before her.

"What are you doing here without your bodyguard, mudblood?" loomed a scathing voice, piercing through Lily painfully as she heard herself being referred to as that horrid name.

She resolutely shook it off and slowly turned herself round to match her predator, who took the form of Lucius Malfoy. He watched Lily, his pale lips sneering threateningly and his cold eyes glinting. She surveyed him back, her emerald orbs showing not one sign of nerves, but instead determination.

It had to be Malfoy, of course... who else could it be to say such a cruel, horrid thing? Lily had now finally become used to it over the years, and Malfoy's insults had grown to be quite a weary and insignificant factor of her life. However, even the smallest infliction of pain could sometimes cause a breakdown.

"Malfoy, step away and go back to your common room, or I'll have to report you," Lily said firmly, sharply fastening her eyes into Malfoy's intimidating stare, before casting a glance over to the large shadowed door that led to the Slytherin common room.

He didn't flinch; instead he continued to watch Lily, the same malevolent sneer residing in his features. A soft, vindictive laugh escaped from his pale lips. "And if not, will you tell on me, go running to mummy?" he cooed derisively.

Something sharp stabbed Lily and the breath she drew in seemed to dwell in her throat a little too long. He had gone too far, he had mentioned her mother, a topic that Lily was sensitive and rather fragile about.

Malfoy harshly laughed again, the decibels lingering sharply across the dungeon corridor, bouncing off the walls and puncturing Lily like a twinge of pain, "Ah, of course, I fail to remember... your filthy muggle mother died, did she not?"

Lily felt frenzied fury pulsate through her wavering body, and felt lethal enough to do just anything to hurt Malfoy, to wipe that sneer off his face. It didn't matter so much to her about his petty insults, however, nothing compared to the sting that bruised her at the mention of her mother- and in such an ill-mannered away. Anger resided in her for a moment and she desperately tried to gather her thoughts and calm her raging energy down, but there was no point, any tranquillity was useless.

Swiftly, she raised back her right arm; it wavered hesitantly amidst in the air as she tightly compressed it, as if in slight protest of what she was about to do. With what felt like no control over her physical actions, Lily collided her clenched fist forward towards Malfoy's face, punching him forcefully on his right cheek with all the strength her body could congregate.

He instantly fell to the ground with a thump, hastily gripping his socked cheek as he did so. Lily didn't get a chance to see his reaction, as she was paralysed with an instant rush of self-contentment. She watched him while he lay withered on the floor, his right hand gripping his cheek as he gawked in awe at Lily.

Lily stood immobile for a moment, unable to counter her attack or withdraw from the situation. A contorted smile was flickered upon her lips and Malfoy continued to watch in illusion. She slowly turned away on her heel, not wanting to dwell at the scene any longer. It was a few seconds after the clap of her heels had tapped across the ground when she heard Malfoy's reply.

"You bloody mudblood, you're not going to get away with this, filth!" he retorted scathingly.

Lily resisted the temptation to turn, however she did pause her movement for a moment, contemplating with herself whether to reply back. However, she was soon powerless of any actions as she felt an intense pain gash vertically down her back and she instantly shot to the ground. It was such an immense pain, that Lily verbally screamed out in ache. It had felt like a sharp knife had pierced through her, slitting open her skin and striking bluntly inside her.

The dungeon slowly dissolved around her rigid figure and Lily heard slight tapping echo across the ground, indicating Malfoy's departure. She then lay there in total shock and pain, paralysed as she stared up at the stone ceiling, many emotions orbiting through her mind.

Surfacing through Lily's current painful state, two figures hurriedly emerged from the corner of the dungeon corridor. One hastily ran towards Lily, a knotted look of shock and alarm clear upon her face. However, the other girl's lips were lifted into a slight smirk, her silky blonde hair swung behind her shoulders as she slowly traced behind her companion. They both gathered around Lily, kneeling down on the solid ground and positioning next to her inflexible form.

"Lily, what's happened? Are you okay... Lily?" asked the one girl, her curly blonde hair curtaining her anxious face as she sat perched before Lily.

Lily restricted herself from answering the concerned question, as she couldn't possibly bring herself to answer in a constructed form. She felt all the life slowly ebb away from her body as the pain grew more blatant. Her picture slowly wilted away and she closed her eyes as the ache continued to seep through her.

A/N: Dum, dum, dum... -rolls drums- Thanks tu ze people who are actually reading -hands cookies- Sorry the updates took so long, I've been busy with school work -shudders- Till next time folks -