However many days passed, Lily just couldn't rid the feeling she was alone. But then she remembered. She was.

Actually, this wasn't totally true. The marauders were there. The marauders were there all the time. And it was annoying.

'Coming to lunch Lils?' James asked.

Lily simply nodded.

'You know, you can talk to us,' Sirius said, walking on the other side of Lily. No reply.

'What happened to you anyway?'

Lily shrugged. She still hadn't answered that question, but she knew she would have to soon. Very soon. Well, as soon as she got her tongue back.

Christmas air dawned on Hogwarts, and a prefects meeting was called in order to decide things...Lily wanted a ball. James wanted a 'Fun day' where you could shoot spells at the teachers. Lily disagreed. James had the ability to speak. Lily didn't. Therefore, he did the talking, and he did some of the deciding. Notice the some part.

'Glad you're all here. Well, we have decided Hogwarts will have the very first 'splat the teacher-Oi!'

Lily hit James hard on the shoulder and passed him a note.

'You're no fun,' he said once reading it.

'Okay, we'll be having a Christmas ball. Now then, Hogsmede weekend the week before? And only third years and up can attend unless asked by someone else to be their date.'

A murmur of agreement spread around the room.

'So, RavenClaur, you're on music, Gryffindor's on food, Hufflepuff's on themes, Slytherin, you're on advertisement. Everyone is decorating the hall.'

Another murmur of 'yes'.

'Okay, you can go then,'

Once everyone else ad left, James turned to Lily who was sitting in a chair behind him.

'Why did you leave me to do that alone?'

Lily didn't answer, she simply pointed at her mouth.

'Lils, I don't know why you're not talking to us, but right now, if you're not going to, then don't hang around with us,'

Lily shrugged and got up. She left, throwing a note on the floor as she did.

Didn't want to anyway. You started it...not me,

Tears. Tears streamed down Lily's face, wetting the covers of her bed. Now she truly was alone. She almost missed the marauders. Almost. Not quite. Not yet. Not ever in her mind. How very wrong she was.

The ball. The ball was only two weeks away. The following weekend she would be forced to go to Hogsmede and by a dress. Then weekend after that she would be opening the ball...with James Potter. Oh, what fun.

Days passed, classes passed, and Lily became more and more behind. She got more and more detentions, and even more telling offs. She couldn't perform spells, and on countless occasions she had been asked to demonstrate a spell to make her speak. It had come to the worst. She was going to the headmaster's office.

She said the password and the gargoyle jumped aside. She climbed the stairs, but didn't enter as she heard voices.

'She just refuses to speak, perhaps maybe she's on a strike or-...'

'No, no, that would not be our Lily. She is normally extremely good in charms, and this is the first time in almost six and a half years she hasn't performed a spell when asked-...'

'But the fact is, she refuses to speak!'

'I know, I know. But there is nothing we can do except speak to her. Do you really think she would pull a prank like this? Dumbledore, tell her I'm right!'

'I'm sorry McGonnagal, but Flitwick is indeed correct. Do you honestly think our head girl would think up and pull such a dangerous prank that would loose her marks?'

'I suppose not...'

Lily knocked, perhaps a little harder than she had meant to. They had insulted her. Did they really think she wouldn't prank anyone? Oh no, that was the marauders job. She mad a mental note to think up something...interesting.

'Come in,'

Lily opened the door and walked in. Once she saw her surroundings, her head turned to the floor. In a semi-circle around Dumbledore's desk, every teacher that had ever taught her sat. It couldn't be good.

'Ah, Miss. Evens, so good of you to join us. Please, sit,'

Lily shook her head and remained standing. She would have said I'm fine, but as she couldn't...

'I've been hearing interesting things...'

There was a knock at the door.

'Ah, and here are the last to join the meeting,'

The door opened, and all four marauders walked in, conjured seats, and sat down. If only she could speak...

'Now then, Miss. Evens, I suppose you already no why you're here, so, right here, right now, we want you to tell us why you haven't been speaking.'

Knowing she was going to be there a while, Lily took off her bag and dumped it on the floor. She pulled out a notepad and pen, then wrote a message, which she gave to Remus to read out for her.

'Yeah, I'm gonna' tell you that, 'course I am. Except I can't speak!'

Dumbledore sighed. It was going to be a long meeting....

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