Sirius had to admit to himself while he made his way to James's dormitory
that he was a little scared at the thought of what James might do to him.
James didn't seem to be in a good mood (for good reasons) and he usually
became rather violent when he wasn't in a good mood. Sirius knew this from
first hand experience. Like the time James got a letter from his parents
saying that he couldn't come home for vacation because of his bad grades.
James had been furious and Sirius (the fool that he is) tried to console
him. Sirius had ended up with a broken nose. Taking a deep breath, he
knocked on James's door.
"Go away," James called immediately.
"Okay," Sirius replied and walked right in. James was laying on his back in his bed and looked miserable.
"I said go away, not come in, you idiotic dolt."
"I know."
"Then why are you still here?"
"Because when my best friend looks as miserable as you do right now, I do not walk away and leave him by himself. That could lead to bad tidings," he said and sat on a chair near James's bed.
"Go away."
"James, quit it. I'm just as shaken up as you are about this. I feel horrible. Just bloody horrible. I feel like I'm constantly sick, but there isn't a cure. And there's no way to make me better. Do you know what I mean?" Sirius asked.
"Yes. I know exactly what you mean." With a great sigh, James sat up and looked at Sirius. "And it makes you want to die. Right then and there."
"Yeah, that's it. So, you're not going to break my nose or anything like that, are you?" Sirius asked uneasily.
"No, why would I?"
"Because last time you got in a pissy mood you busted my nose. I didn't even give you a bruise."
"Bet that pissed you off."
"Yeah. One of these days I'm gonna get you, Potter. One of these days."
"Sure, whatever," he said with a small laugh. James had to admit the Sirius always made him feel better.
"Are you going to come down?" Sirius inquired as he got up.
"Not right now."
"Hey, just because they cancelled the last Quidditch game before the holidays doesn't mean you have to sulk up here until Christmas."
"I know."
"Speaking of, don't forget about Christmas Eve. It's a full moon, Prongsie pal."
"I know. Another three days to go. I'll be down for dinner, don't worry about me."
"It's my job to worry about you. I'm your best friend. I'll see you later, James." Sirius walked over to the door and left the room.
"See you." James was now left with himself and the silence. Just the way he liked it. Now it could think about what had exactly happened last night. Lily had said that she didn't deserve his love, or anyone else's. And why didn't she? Lily was perfect and deserved more than he could give her. Lily deserved everything. Why did she have to jump? Now James may never have the chance to see her beautiful smile or hear her angelic laughter. James was afraid that without Lily in his life, he would never be happy again. Lily had to make it through this. If she didn't James had nothing to live for. He would have nothing to bring him hope to go on to the next day. With a sigh, James went down to the common room so he could go with his friends to dinner in the Great Hall.
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Peter quietly made his way out of the Gryffindor common room and transformed. On small scampering feet, Peter made his way to the hospital wing. He wanted to go see Lily. He wanted to see what she knew. Because he was in his Animagus form, it took awhile before Peter reached the hospital wing. But it was worth it. He was able to slip through a crack in the wall and transformed once he reached Lily's bed.
"Lily?" he whispered tentatively. He was rewarded by a small moan. "Lily, wake up. I need to talk to you." Lily's eyelids fluttered for a second, then opened.
"Peter?"
"Yes, it's me."
"What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"About what you know."
"What I know? What do you mean?" Lily asked, obviously confused.
"What do you know about You-Know-Who, Lily? What do you know?"
"About You-Know-Who . . . do you mean Voldemort? I don't know anything about him."
"Don't be cute, Lily. It doesn't suit you. You're holding something back, and I know it."
"I'm not holding anything back. I don't know what you're talking about," her attempts at convincing Peter she was telling the truth ended up in a gasp. Peter sneered in her face as his fingers clasped around her neck.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Perhaps a little dream, eh?"
"A dream?" Suddenly, Lily remembered the dream she had about James, her, a baby and . . . "The man with the cold laugh. He was Voldemort. What does it mean?"
"Tell me what you know, Lily flower. Tell me, or I could easily end your existence and nobody would be the wiser."
"Fine, I'll tell you . . ." Lily told Peter everything she could remember about the dream. Every single detail she revealed to the slimy man that stood in front of her. "And that's everything."
"I'll be back, Lily my dear. Don't worry, you won't remember any of this," Peter assured her and said an incantation. "It was all a nightmare. That you won't remember. Sweet dreams, Lily my love," Peter transformed back into a rat form and Lily fell asleep.
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The next day, James went down to the hospital wing directly after breakfast. He had to see Lily, and nothing was going to stop him. Not even Madame Monte. "No, you can't see Lily, James. She's not well enough for visitors."
"I will see her, Madame Monte. No matter what you say. You know how tenacious I can get," James implied.
"All right, five minutes."
"Fifteen."
"No. five is good enough."
"Fine is most unsatisfactory. Fifteen, Madame Monte."
"Fifteen is too long. You'll wear her out. I'll settle for ten."
"Deal. Call me when I have to go."
"I will, James Potter." Madame Monte merely shook her head at his retreating back. "Rash young boy. He'll have trouble when he's older."
Unaware of Madame Monte's predictions, James spotted Lily on her hospital bed, and she was looking directly at him with a slight smile on her face. "Hey, Lily," he said and sat down on her bed.
"Hey, James. I bet you'd be a whiz at auctions."
"Auctions?"
"It's a Muggle way to sell things. What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you. Today the holidays start. Sol and Cassandra persuaded their parents to let them stay over the holidays. They told me to tell you they love you and to stay happy until they could convince Madame Monte the hospital wing Nazi to let you have more than one visitor."
"I'll miss them."
"I know."
"What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to talk to you about what had happened the other night. Not when you attempted suicide," he said quickly, reading the weariness in her eyes correctly. "But when I fought Voldemort."
"You knew. You knew it was him."
"Yes. Now shush and let me tell you. I only have about eight minutes left."
"Okay."
Flashback:
James was unbelievably happy. Lily was sleeping by his side and he loved her so much. He knew that one day, she would return that love. He just knew it. With a slight smile on his face, he brushed his lips over the top of Lily's head and breathed in deep. He was immediately over powered by her intoxicating scent. Just as he was about to drift into blissful sleep, a cold chill went up his spine and he came. Voldemort stood in the doorway looking at Lily and James, his disgust evident on his face. Sitting up, James laid Lily's head carefully on the pillow and went over to Voldemort.
"What do you want? You have no need, nor any right, to be here." James said.
"I have every need. And every right," Voldemort replied in a cold voice.
"What do you want?" James repeated.
"You and your pretty flower."
"You can't have either."
"Oh, I mean to have you, James. And I get what I want." Voldemort was sneering at James now. Both had looks of utter loathing on their faces. "I knew this day would come. I will get you, James Potter."
"I'd like to see you try."
"I'll not only try, I'll succeed. And I won't stop until I see you dead and your flower under my command."
"That day will never come, Voldemort. You cannot take her. I won't let you."
"Ha! Won't let me? I'll get her, James. You wait and see."
"Enough talk. I tire of it."
"Fine with me. Just one thing before we begin." Voldemort pointed his wand at Lily and murmured an incantation. "We don't want your little flower to wake up unexpectedly, do we? Expelliarmus!" Voldemort yelled, and successfully knocked James to the floor. "Weren't prepared, were you?" James just sneered as he got up. Voldemort lifted his wand and James began to float in the air. "I'm more powerful than you are, boy. And you know it." With a flick of Voldemort's wrist, James was thrown against the dresser and cried out as the corner went right into his spine. "Come closer, my boy," Voldemort said, and James floated over to him. "I shall enjoy killing you."
"You won't succeed." James's voice was raspy and harsh. His head snapped back as Voldemort punched him on the chin. Blood came down from his lip. "I'm going to make you scream in pain, James."
"I don't think you will."
"You think wrongly. I pity you, James. You'll never see your flower again." Voldemort shook his head in mock sympathy. "Poor child." This time he scratched his nails across James's cheek and left a bloody trail. His hand clasped around James's neck and squeezed. James gasped for breath and tried to pry Voldemort's hand off of his neck. Then they heard footsteps come up the steps. "I'll get you later," Voldemort promised and threw the unconscious James to the floor. He jumped out the window and disappeared from sight.
End Flashback
"And that's what happened," James said calmly.
"Oh, James, that's so horrible!" Lily looked perfectly mortified that such a thing could happen to him.
"Lily, you should have seen the look on his face when he spoke of you." Even the memory of it made James shiver in repulsion. "It was such a hungry look. A look of . . . wanting. It was predatory and sickening. And it made me want to make sure you never got into his hands. Because if you did, he'd do terrible things to you."
"James . . ."
"Why did you jump, Lily?" James asked, quickly changing the subject. Lily immediately looked away from James's face.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Lily, look at me." When she still avoided his gaze, James held her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. "Why did you do it?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Tell me, Lily."
"Some other day," Lily said reluctantly as she heard Madame Monte's heels clicking on the floor.
"All right. I love you. I hope you get out before Christmas."
"She will," Madame Monte confirmed. "But for now, Lily's still my patient and you have to give her the rest she needs."
"All right. I'll come to visit you as soon as possible, Lily," James then got up and walked after Madam Monte.
"I love you," Lily whispered soft enough that only she knew the word was uttered.
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How's that guys? Is it better than the last few? I know it's less depressing, and Lily (the stupid git) finally admits she's in love with James. And it's about time, too. Review!!
"Go away," James called immediately.
"Okay," Sirius replied and walked right in. James was laying on his back in his bed and looked miserable.
"I said go away, not come in, you idiotic dolt."
"I know."
"Then why are you still here?"
"Because when my best friend looks as miserable as you do right now, I do not walk away and leave him by himself. That could lead to bad tidings," he said and sat on a chair near James's bed.
"Go away."
"James, quit it. I'm just as shaken up as you are about this. I feel horrible. Just bloody horrible. I feel like I'm constantly sick, but there isn't a cure. And there's no way to make me better. Do you know what I mean?" Sirius asked.
"Yes. I know exactly what you mean." With a great sigh, James sat up and looked at Sirius. "And it makes you want to die. Right then and there."
"Yeah, that's it. So, you're not going to break my nose or anything like that, are you?" Sirius asked uneasily.
"No, why would I?"
"Because last time you got in a pissy mood you busted my nose. I didn't even give you a bruise."
"Bet that pissed you off."
"Yeah. One of these days I'm gonna get you, Potter. One of these days."
"Sure, whatever," he said with a small laugh. James had to admit the Sirius always made him feel better.
"Are you going to come down?" Sirius inquired as he got up.
"Not right now."
"Hey, just because they cancelled the last Quidditch game before the holidays doesn't mean you have to sulk up here until Christmas."
"I know."
"Speaking of, don't forget about Christmas Eve. It's a full moon, Prongsie pal."
"I know. Another three days to go. I'll be down for dinner, don't worry about me."
"It's my job to worry about you. I'm your best friend. I'll see you later, James." Sirius walked over to the door and left the room.
"See you." James was now left with himself and the silence. Just the way he liked it. Now it could think about what had exactly happened last night. Lily had said that she didn't deserve his love, or anyone else's. And why didn't she? Lily was perfect and deserved more than he could give her. Lily deserved everything. Why did she have to jump? Now James may never have the chance to see her beautiful smile or hear her angelic laughter. James was afraid that without Lily in his life, he would never be happy again. Lily had to make it through this. If she didn't James had nothing to live for. He would have nothing to bring him hope to go on to the next day. With a sigh, James went down to the common room so he could go with his friends to dinner in the Great Hall.
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Peter quietly made his way out of the Gryffindor common room and transformed. On small scampering feet, Peter made his way to the hospital wing. He wanted to go see Lily. He wanted to see what she knew. Because he was in his Animagus form, it took awhile before Peter reached the hospital wing. But it was worth it. He was able to slip through a crack in the wall and transformed once he reached Lily's bed.
"Lily?" he whispered tentatively. He was rewarded by a small moan. "Lily, wake up. I need to talk to you." Lily's eyelids fluttered for a second, then opened.
"Peter?"
"Yes, it's me."
"What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"About what you know."
"What I know? What do you mean?" Lily asked, obviously confused.
"What do you know about You-Know-Who, Lily? What do you know?"
"About You-Know-Who . . . do you mean Voldemort? I don't know anything about him."
"Don't be cute, Lily. It doesn't suit you. You're holding something back, and I know it."
"I'm not holding anything back. I don't know what you're talking about," her attempts at convincing Peter she was telling the truth ended up in a gasp. Peter sneered in her face as his fingers clasped around her neck.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Perhaps a little dream, eh?"
"A dream?" Suddenly, Lily remembered the dream she had about James, her, a baby and . . . "The man with the cold laugh. He was Voldemort. What does it mean?"
"Tell me what you know, Lily flower. Tell me, or I could easily end your existence and nobody would be the wiser."
"Fine, I'll tell you . . ." Lily told Peter everything she could remember about the dream. Every single detail she revealed to the slimy man that stood in front of her. "And that's everything."
"I'll be back, Lily my dear. Don't worry, you won't remember any of this," Peter assured her and said an incantation. "It was all a nightmare. That you won't remember. Sweet dreams, Lily my love," Peter transformed back into a rat form and Lily fell asleep.
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The next day, James went down to the hospital wing directly after breakfast. He had to see Lily, and nothing was going to stop him. Not even Madame Monte. "No, you can't see Lily, James. She's not well enough for visitors."
"I will see her, Madame Monte. No matter what you say. You know how tenacious I can get," James implied.
"All right, five minutes."
"Fifteen."
"No. five is good enough."
"Fine is most unsatisfactory. Fifteen, Madame Monte."
"Fifteen is too long. You'll wear her out. I'll settle for ten."
"Deal. Call me when I have to go."
"I will, James Potter." Madame Monte merely shook her head at his retreating back. "Rash young boy. He'll have trouble when he's older."
Unaware of Madame Monte's predictions, James spotted Lily on her hospital bed, and she was looking directly at him with a slight smile on her face. "Hey, Lily," he said and sat down on her bed.
"Hey, James. I bet you'd be a whiz at auctions."
"Auctions?"
"It's a Muggle way to sell things. What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you. Today the holidays start. Sol and Cassandra persuaded their parents to let them stay over the holidays. They told me to tell you they love you and to stay happy until they could convince Madame Monte the hospital wing Nazi to let you have more than one visitor."
"I'll miss them."
"I know."
"What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to talk to you about what had happened the other night. Not when you attempted suicide," he said quickly, reading the weariness in her eyes correctly. "But when I fought Voldemort."
"You knew. You knew it was him."
"Yes. Now shush and let me tell you. I only have about eight minutes left."
"Okay."
Flashback:
James was unbelievably happy. Lily was sleeping by his side and he loved her so much. He knew that one day, she would return that love. He just knew it. With a slight smile on his face, he brushed his lips over the top of Lily's head and breathed in deep. He was immediately over powered by her intoxicating scent. Just as he was about to drift into blissful sleep, a cold chill went up his spine and he came. Voldemort stood in the doorway looking at Lily and James, his disgust evident on his face. Sitting up, James laid Lily's head carefully on the pillow and went over to Voldemort.
"What do you want? You have no need, nor any right, to be here." James said.
"I have every need. And every right," Voldemort replied in a cold voice.
"What do you want?" James repeated.
"You and your pretty flower."
"You can't have either."
"Oh, I mean to have you, James. And I get what I want." Voldemort was sneering at James now. Both had looks of utter loathing on their faces. "I knew this day would come. I will get you, James Potter."
"I'd like to see you try."
"I'll not only try, I'll succeed. And I won't stop until I see you dead and your flower under my command."
"That day will never come, Voldemort. You cannot take her. I won't let you."
"Ha! Won't let me? I'll get her, James. You wait and see."
"Enough talk. I tire of it."
"Fine with me. Just one thing before we begin." Voldemort pointed his wand at Lily and murmured an incantation. "We don't want your little flower to wake up unexpectedly, do we? Expelliarmus!" Voldemort yelled, and successfully knocked James to the floor. "Weren't prepared, were you?" James just sneered as he got up. Voldemort lifted his wand and James began to float in the air. "I'm more powerful than you are, boy. And you know it." With a flick of Voldemort's wrist, James was thrown against the dresser and cried out as the corner went right into his spine. "Come closer, my boy," Voldemort said, and James floated over to him. "I shall enjoy killing you."
"You won't succeed." James's voice was raspy and harsh. His head snapped back as Voldemort punched him on the chin. Blood came down from his lip. "I'm going to make you scream in pain, James."
"I don't think you will."
"You think wrongly. I pity you, James. You'll never see your flower again." Voldemort shook his head in mock sympathy. "Poor child." This time he scratched his nails across James's cheek and left a bloody trail. His hand clasped around James's neck and squeezed. James gasped for breath and tried to pry Voldemort's hand off of his neck. Then they heard footsteps come up the steps. "I'll get you later," Voldemort promised and threw the unconscious James to the floor. He jumped out the window and disappeared from sight.
End Flashback
"And that's what happened," James said calmly.
"Oh, James, that's so horrible!" Lily looked perfectly mortified that such a thing could happen to him.
"Lily, you should have seen the look on his face when he spoke of you." Even the memory of it made James shiver in repulsion. "It was such a hungry look. A look of . . . wanting. It was predatory and sickening. And it made me want to make sure you never got into his hands. Because if you did, he'd do terrible things to you."
"James . . ."
"Why did you jump, Lily?" James asked, quickly changing the subject. Lily immediately looked away from James's face.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Lily, look at me." When she still avoided his gaze, James held her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. "Why did you do it?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Tell me, Lily."
"Some other day," Lily said reluctantly as she heard Madame Monte's heels clicking on the floor.
"All right. I love you. I hope you get out before Christmas."
"She will," Madame Monte confirmed. "But for now, Lily's still my patient and you have to give her the rest she needs."
"All right. I'll come to visit you as soon as possible, Lily," James then got up and walked after Madam Monte.
"I love you," Lily whispered soft enough that only she knew the word was uttered.
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How's that guys? Is it better than the last few? I know it's less depressing, and Lily (the stupid git) finally admits she's in love with James. And it's about time, too. Review!!