Chapter10 urge fighting…

"Say your prayers…" his voice as haunting as the scariest of scary movies. I felt like dropping down on my knees at that moment and screaming on the top of my lungs, 'oh take me now and be over with it.' I shook my head in frustration, I would not be a coward, my father taught me that much… I would not let him down.

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"Lily," my father's warm face loomed above me one warm summer day, the window was open and the fresh breeze played with my young hair softly.

"Yes daddy?" I looked questioningly up at him, unknowing my wide childlike green eyes haunted his dreams, a constant memory of my mother and how slow her death. He gently brushed my hair out of my face, his tears confused me. How could a man of power, strength, and goodness be so sad? "Daddy? What's wrong?" I asked, confused at my father display of gloom, it was such a perfect day. I could hear the birds happily chirping, lawn mowers lazily running, and glee splashes from the pool next door… not a day for tears.

"Don't worry precious, I'm just going to your Uncle's house for awhile… so how would you like to go to Abigail's house while I'm gone? They're going to go to the new swimming park, watch a few new movies and later on play a game of football…" he smiled as his wet eyes fought the overflow. I never saw my dad cry, only once when mommy died… even then he didn't know I was awake… he was too proud for that.

"Okay… but why can't I go with you, daddy?" I asked thoroughly confused. I ALWAYS went to Uncle's with him, never before had I been left behind.

"No. No, not this time, hunny. I need to talk about important, boring matters with him. You go have fun, I'll see you later." He smiled comfortingly, even then the gloom seemed to be dripping through the room, waiting for something. Something to capture and swallow.

"Okay daddy. I love you"

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"Well Vincent," I said surprising my self and James, who looked at me warningly. "I don't think I'll be the one saying the prayers. After everything you've done, it looks like the opposite... doesn't it?" I was playing with fire… soaked in gasoline.

If the Death Eaters were surprised by my words they didn't say anything. Only the corpse called Vincent reacted. "After what I'm going to do to you, it won't even compare." He said quietly, sending chills over the flaming room. The bed collapsed in ashes, the burning red flames jumped to new heights, their heat scorching the side of my face.

"If you're trying to frighten me, it isn't working." I said surely, hiding my weak knees in the folds of my red wizarding clothes, worn for the anniversary of my father's death. My grip on my wand tightened, so did the space between James and me as his arm brushed protectively next to mine. His warm scent was calming, a breeze on a summer day, but my throat was dry and scratchy.

"You know what men?" Vincent said coldly, his comrades pressed in even more around him, seemingly bored with the change of events. "I think we'll leave this little whore here with her boyfriend." He laughed loudly, shaking the flaming ceiling. Then turning to me, I could feel his piercing cold stare, imagining his cold grin slicing through the ice under his black mask. "Would you like to die like your father… child?"

My eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched, I held the tears of anger that raged through my entire body. "My father died nobly." I said, trying to convince my self that he was actually dead, the many questions of his disappearance that nagged my mind every night now came alive in the burning room.

"What? Fighting till the end?" The others laughed, scorching my fathers memory, I controlled my self, resisting the urge to break out one of their own killing spells on them. "What else did you lie to yourself about… princess?" I broke. I couldn't help it… like I had no control, I swung at him catching him in surprise. My anger was ferrous, so was my left hook… he fell to the floor in amazement. Spiting on his face I shook with fury as James saw an opening grabbed my arm hastily, I shook him off.

"DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY FATHER THAT WAY AGAIN OR…" I shouted as James gave a glass shattering yank on my arm.

"Shut up, Lily. We need to get out of HERE!" He said importantly, his brown eyes swimming with concern as the Death Eaters poured in, their anger rising, growing like a tree. I swear to this day, I don't know how it happened. It was so perfect, such a movie moment, I never realized the depth of the actions we took next. Everything quickly turned to a blur, as if time was in slow motion, James movements and mine were concurrent- we were each other's mirror image, a miracle. Together we raised our wands, together we concentrated, together we shouted.

"CONGELE EN EL MOVIMIENTO!"

Our attackers bodies froze, as if caught in surprise, encircled in a shining bright blue circle of ice. I turned slowly to face Potter who wore the same shocked expression as myself." Weird." I commented, "You were like my mirror image."

"I'd say creepy. Let's go before they melt, they're already starting to defrost." James said, trying to shake his hair out of his eyes… a lost cause. One glance was enough to see he meant the truth.

"CONGELE EN EL MOVIMIENTO!" Our voices rang together once again, then we quickly turned to run out of the room, James in the lead.

"Hey Lily…" James grinned slightly turning around from his jog, "I have mirrors above my bed if you want to see your mirror image… OUCH!"

"Oh did that hurt?" I batted my eyelashes innocently, keeping up my pace.

"You could have warned me I was going to run into a statue!"

"Jog, James. Running is a faster pace, therefore I believe they call this jog."

"Yeah whatever, still, you don't have to be…"

"James, answer me this, why would I tell you if I purposely moved the statue to have that affect?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh fiesty my sweet? We can always take that behind closed doors… OUCH!" He rubbed his head where the vase hit. Haha! That would leave a bump, you disgusting little… "LILY!"

"What!? Don't look at me! It's not my fault if items have a strong desire to beat you up."

"GET HER YOU IDOITS!!!" I could feel Vincent's roar behind me as my jog turned into a sprint, still slow compared to James's lighting bolt strides. Our feet pounded the stone floor, and our breath ruffled our throats; running for our lives as our attackers shot spells from behind… oh the turns we took in the dark castle. Up stairs, down stairs to a mirror, familiar yet lost in memory.

"James," I panted as he hurriedly fumbled for the key, "We can't bring them back to Hogwarts."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, finding the right key before plunging it in to the hole.

"All those little kids…" I said, he slowly looked up at me stunned, black hair falling into his chocolate brown eyes, I held back the urge to brush it away… and slapped myself mentally. He was the one who got you into this mess…

Slowly he realized what a disaster this whirlwind problem was turning into, and shook his head as if he was talking to himself. Then shaking his head yes in agreement, he flung the mirror open, the enemy footsteps close behind. "Go… and tell Dumbledore." He said pushing me through the mirror to a dirt floor, like a rag doll. I shook with rage, he was not sacrificing himself for my mistake. I stood up strongly, my pride hurt.

"No." I said strongly, pushing myself past him quickly. The Death Eaters footsteps grew louder and more taunting. I could hear their minds screaming… I'm going to getcha', I'm going to getcha' good!

"Lily…" He warned moving to pick me up, as if he could throw me in to a pit of dark safety. Not in this lifetime. Everyone was always trying to protect me and I was sick of it. I could see faces, memories of the past… You're just a silly girl. Girls can't play Quidittich. Girls should depend on others, why else, Lily, do men exist? To protect innocent, sweet, silly girls, such as yourself.

"NO!"

"LILY GET GOING!" James demanded. And men are supposed to be the 'glorious' savors? We're all doomed! *Smirk*

NO! I'M COMING WITH YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!" I declared, standing my ground, and crossing my arms, my chin poked out defiantly.

"Really?" his grin turned lopsided. "Let's find a bed…" * WHACK *

"I said O not U, you sicko." I flipped my hair, startled, I saw a green burst of light whiz past my ear.

"Oh shit, those old men are catching up, c'mon!" Potter need not of said, as more lights started to zoom around the corner. I slammed the mirror passage shut- not before issuing a white sparkling stream of light from my wand down the dark tunnel.

"What do we do?" I asked turning to James as we were cornered.

"The only thing we can do." His smile grim, "Fight to the death."

(cheese for What The Hell)

*~*~*~*~*~*Authors Note: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

With all my commitments and crap (Found out BOTH of my grandmas have cancer… grrr) I couldn't get around to updating(My aunt came down from Minnesota and took over ts to cry at the beauty of it*

*Don't worry my readers, the first time I really did this whole review thing, and it WILL probably be the last… of course if you have any questions I'll get back to you!

*Daisysilk