Summary: James loves Lily, Lily hates James. Or does she? When James decides to change his ways in order for Lily to notice him, she notices what she should have known years ago. Now Read this story! Read it and weep! Sorry… Read and Review.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling so I do not own any of the following characters. She does.
Chapter 3 – The Showdown'Are you sure that Lily is better?' Remus suggested, trying to cope with his friend's big problem of not showing his face in public due to being in hospital for a week due to stress.
'Lily is best witch. All others suck.' James promptly answered.
'Prongs…' Remus continued.
'James, not Prongs, not Potter.'
'James…' Sirius tried to help.
'What?'
'Please lighten up. If you just talk to her…'
'I already did that (sob) and she threw it in my face.'
'But she did cry all the way to her Dormitory. She must have cared a bit.'
'It means that I upset her, you git! Leave me alone. I will only talk to Madam Pomfrey' A/N I know that Madam Pomphrey should be in Hogwarts, not as a nurse, but this is her mum that I'm talking about. 'And Lily.'
'Not even us?'
James shook his head, keeping his mouth clamped shut. With this Remus wrote a letter.
James,
Please? We're only trying to help. Will you at least write?
Remus
James didn't even read the note. Remus never thought that he would have a friend with a bigger problem than his own.
Meanwhile, Sirius was trying to convince Lily that she should talk to James.
'Lily. I know that he upset you, but that was a week ago. Please talk to him.'
'Why?'
'He's been in hospital for a week because of you'
'Well I hope he dies.'
Sirius took in a deep breath. This was not working.
'Lily, I know you hate him, so why don't you tell him that?'
'He knows that.'
'You need to say it again.'
'Fine. I hate Potter, and I hate you, and I hate Remus, and I hate Peter.'
'To him.'
'I'm sorry. He doesn't exist.'
'Would you like me to make you sick?'
'What do I care?'
'You're being twins, I swear. He will not get up because of you, and will only talk to you. You on the other hand, will not see him because of him.'
'Exactly.'
'Just say that you hate him?'
'No.'
'So you don't really hate him?'
'No.'
With this, Sirius whipped out his wand. Before Lily could block herself, she was lifted into the air and dropped from a hight of 30 feet. She then fell into darkness, and when she woke up, she was in the hospital.
Next to Potter.
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Why did I agree to this? No – wait. I didn't agree. I was just lifted and dropped. Now, because of my stupid short answers, I am in a bed next to Potter, and he's staring at me.
Why me? Can't he choose another witch?
'Lily?'
'I'm not talking to you.'
Whoops. I said something to Potter. His life has just gone up a few hundred notches, and I've just gone the same, but in reverse. Stupid as I am, I continued.
'Don't just think that I'm going to lie here talking to you. Do you know why? Because I hate you. Yeah. I actually don't like you. Why you like me – I don't know. What I do know is that Madam Pomphrey can fix broken bones in a snap, so I might as well call for her now and get out of here.'
Potter smiled. Grrrrrrrrr. I've just done the complete opposite of what I wanted to do, and made his life gone up even more. It's a pity he doesn't explode. Now that I think of it, I think that Sirius gave me more than I thought. Feeling my face with my unbroken arms, I feel tentacles, spots, ridges, AND NO HAIR WHERE IT SHOULD BE! Looking in the mirror, I see that I have turned into a beetroot, as my hair is everywhere on my face – and all strewn everywhere. In knots.
'I think that you'll be in here for a while' said Madam Pomphrey, suddenly popping up beside me. Potter smiled.
Again:
Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?
I'm not the only witch in 5th Year. There are others, you know.
'Lily…' He started
'WHAT? ARE YOU HAPPY THAT BLACK GAVE ME A BEATING SO THAT YOU COULD HAVE COMPANY IN HOSPITAL? ARE YOU AWARE THAT HE EVEN DID THAT? ARE YOU EVEN CONSIDERING WHAT I'M SAYING?' I shouted
'Shoosh' Madam Pomphrey whispered, and forced some horrible liquid down my throat that made me sleep.
The next time I woke up, Potter was still in the bed beside me. Next to him was Sirius.
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