Aloha! I updated TWICE yesterday, aren't I amazing?! I know I am..he. just kidding...
Okay, now this is IMPORTANT INFORMATION so read this now.
Anais was not raped while Lily was watching, she was EXTREMELY CLOSE, but Lily intervened...with her...shoe. Yeah..However, do not be fooled...she may have been raped in the past..we just don't know...YET!
Chapter Twenty-One- The Affair?
Oh dear. I winced as the book Remus was holding fell to the floor. I didn't want their pity, I handled it. I was still alive, wasn't I?
I looked up from the white sheets to see James holding my hand, looking at me with worry etched onto his face.
"I'm okay now. I just felt you should know...." I said with a small, forced laugh. The grip tightened on my hand and I looked up into James' eyes. He was frowning and I could see sorrow drifting in his hazel eyes.
"Well, we're going to leave you two alone...and go check on Anais and Abbs...we'll be back later though. Lily, you have some explaining to do." Sirius said, leaving the room quickly, pulling Remus with him.
"Lily, I am so sorry. I tried to stop them, really I did. I was so worried when he took you, I went straight to Dumbledore after i got out of the infirmary and-" James rambled on and I put my index finger to his lips to silence him.
"James, sh. It's okay, I'm alright. What happened to you? Why were you in the infirmary?" I asked, scanning his body for any trace of injury.
"I'm fine, just a small blow to the arm. But you're not okay, Lily. You got hit by...an unforgivable! You can't just be okay after something like that. How many times and how long were you under it?" James asked as my eyes turned to James left arm that was in a cast, hanging by his chest.
"How'd it happen?" I asked, ignoring his questions.
"Malfoy. But Lily, don't answer a question with a question. You know how stubborn I am to get answers." James said with an annoyed tone.
"He used it on me twice, I don't remember how long." I answered truthfully, avoiding his stare.
"Oh Lily..." He sighed, rubbing my arm with his free hand.
"I'm fine, James. I survived, can we not talk about it right now?" I asked testily. I kept having flashbacks about what had happened and talking about it was not helping me at the moment.
James had a hurt look on his face and I felt the urge to tell him I was sorry but I was too annoyed with his pestering. I knew he was only being sympathetic to me, but I didn't want that right now. Yes, I know I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it.
"Okay, well I'll come and talk to you later then..." James said quietly, standing up and heading towards the door. He turned for another look but I was staring stubbornly at a painting on the other side of him.
I heard him sigh and then his footsteps fading away.
I sighed, angry at myself for making James feel bad when he hadn't done anything. I just needed some time to think by myself.
After a couple of minutes I found myself falling asleep again. I closed my eyes and let unconsciousness take me.
When I woke up there was a healer next to me, wearing a small smile. I rubbed my eyes as watched the monitors next to my bed.
"Morning." He greeted and I smiled slightly.
"Back atcha'." I answered with a scratchy voice. Ow, that hurt.
I sighed, leaning back against my fluffed pillows, hoping I would be let out of St. Mungos soon. I was rotting in this white room. It was like it was getting you ready for heaven, you're already adjusted to the color. But hopefully I wouldn't be going there soon.
The healer leaned over me, reaching for a clipboard that was on the side table on the other side of my bed. He looked down at me and I could feel his breath on my lips. Ew.
"Sorry." He murmured, before pulling back. I smiled at his apology, realizing he wasn't trying to hit on me. But apparently others hadn't thought so.
I saw James dissapear from the doorway and a bouquet of flowers was left on the floor.
Mwhahaha...cliffy. Lol! But it doesn't count cause I'm writing another chappie right now! Aren't you all special? I bet you are..
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-A lesson before dying