She ran across the dewy grounds, her heels sinking slightly into the
soft ground and she finally reached the edge of the forest. She raised
two fingers to her lips and whistled loudly, before standing still, a
few stray strands of hair fluttering over her face in the slight breeze
from the evening. She dug her hands into her coat and waited anxiously
for Chestnut to arrive.
She heard the beating of his large brown wings before she saw him circling around above her, coming in low for a landing. He trotted up to her as she sunk into a low bow, letting him know she meant no harm. He sank onto his scaly knees, letting her rush forward and stroke his beak and face, a huge grin gracing her delicate features.
'I need to get to Freremont, Nutty.' She whispered. 'Can you take me there?' She looked into Chestnut's stormy grey eyes pleadingly, silently begging him to let her do this.
His head rose and fell a few times, letting her know it was safe to climb onto his back and that he would indeed take her to Freremont.
'Thanks, Nutty.' She smiled and hugged the great creature, as he lay on the ground, making it easier for her to climb onto his back.
Once she was safely settled, he rose up, hind legs first, and then front legs, slightly unbalancing her, before flapping his great wings at either side of her a few times. He broke into gallop and took off, flying into the sunset.
A figure stood up on a cliff, hands tucked firmly into the pockets of pants, watching the girl fly into the distance on the back of a Hippogriff. His hazel eyes narrowed into a scowl. James Potter turned and jogged back inside, all the way up to his dorm and slammed the portrait shut behind him. He saw a yellowing parchment envelope resting on the coffee table in their common room. Maybe that would explain what was going on.
He tore it open and pulled a small, handwritten note out.
'Have fun over the summer, did we?
The first one was him walking down Diagon Alley, hand in hand with a leggy blonde girl, giggling and smiling, pointing at shop windows.
The second one was again of him. This time he was with Sirius and two brunettes, and he had his arms around the waist of one of them, his face buried in her neck, as she sat on his lap, swatting at his hands occasionally, Sirius and the other brunette making out on the couch opposite.
The third one showed him with his hands under the shirt of a really young looking blonde, who couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen. She had her arms around his neck and was biting his collarbone.
'Uh oh!' thought James as he riffled through the photos of him with girl after girl, and he knew they were all from the summer holidays.
James sank into one of the velvety black sofas in their common room, his head in his hands.
'How could I do this?' he asked himself.
'Cheer up, mate!' said another voice in his head. 'It's not like she ever contacted you, and you must have owled her hundreds of times. You thought she'd dumped you!'
'But still... I should have visited, I should have waited. Maybe there was an extremely good reason why she didn't reply, why I never heard from her over the holidays.'
'She should have let you know something in the time... It was nearly two months. For you, two months without hearing from a girl is an eternity, especially with Sirius mauling a different girl every week right in front of you. Temptation is too hard to resist.'
James ran his fingers through his hair. He'd give anything to have Lily with him. How could it all go so wrong so quickly? She'd never forgive him. He would never forgive himself. The one girl who he had ever loved, the only girl who he had ever wanted to be with for eternity. She hated him. It was over.
A slip of parchment fell out of the envelope onto the floor. James looked down and saw another handwritten note, with a photo attached to the back of it. He reached forward and picked up the note, trying to hold it steadily.
The note read:
'To let you know what you have lost, and what you will never
have again.
She heard the beating of his large brown wings before she saw him circling around above her, coming in low for a landing. He trotted up to her as she sunk into a low bow, letting him know she meant no harm. He sank onto his scaly knees, letting her rush forward and stroke his beak and face, a huge grin gracing her delicate features.
'I need to get to Freremont, Nutty.' She whispered. 'Can you take me there?' She looked into Chestnut's stormy grey eyes pleadingly, silently begging him to let her do this.
His head rose and fell a few times, letting her know it was safe to climb onto his back and that he would indeed take her to Freremont.
'Thanks, Nutty.' She smiled and hugged the great creature, as he lay on the ground, making it easier for her to climb onto his back.
Once she was safely settled, he rose up, hind legs first, and then front legs, slightly unbalancing her, before flapping his great wings at either side of her a few times. He broke into gallop and took off, flying into the sunset.
A figure stood up on a cliff, hands tucked firmly into the pockets of pants, watching the girl fly into the distance on the back of a Hippogriff. His hazel eyes narrowed into a scowl. James Potter turned and jogged back inside, all the way up to his dorm and slammed the portrait shut behind him. He saw a yellowing parchment envelope resting on the coffee table in their common room. Maybe that would explain what was going on.
He tore it open and pulled a small, handwritten note out.
'Have fun over the summer, did we?
James cocked an eyebrow as he lifted out the other items in the envelope. His eyes got wide as he noticed that they were photos. Photos of him.- Lily Evans'
The first one was him walking down Diagon Alley, hand in hand with a leggy blonde girl, giggling and smiling, pointing at shop windows.
The second one was again of him. This time he was with Sirius and two brunettes, and he had his arms around the waist of one of them, his face buried in her neck, as she sat on his lap, swatting at his hands occasionally, Sirius and the other brunette making out on the couch opposite.
The third one showed him with his hands under the shirt of a really young looking blonde, who couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen. She had her arms around his neck and was biting his collarbone.
'Uh oh!' thought James as he riffled through the photos of him with girl after girl, and he knew they were all from the summer holidays.
James sank into one of the velvety black sofas in their common room, his head in his hands.
'How could I do this?' he asked himself.
'Cheer up, mate!' said another voice in his head. 'It's not like she ever contacted you, and you must have owled her hundreds of times. You thought she'd dumped you!'
'But still... I should have visited, I should have waited. Maybe there was an extremely good reason why she didn't reply, why I never heard from her over the holidays.'
'She should have let you know something in the time... It was nearly two months. For you, two months without hearing from a girl is an eternity, especially with Sirius mauling a different girl every week right in front of you. Temptation is too hard to resist.'
James ran his fingers through his hair. He'd give anything to have Lily with him. How could it all go so wrong so quickly? She'd never forgive him. He would never forgive himself. The one girl who he had ever loved, the only girl who he had ever wanted to be with for eternity. She hated him. It was over.
A slip of parchment fell out of the envelope onto the floor. James looked down and saw another handwritten note, with a photo attached to the back of it. He reached forward and picked up the note, trying to hold it steadily.
The note read:
'To let you know what you have lost, and what you will never
have again.
James flipped the note over and looked at the photo. Again, it was of him. He was smiling and laughing, as he tugged on a hand of a girl hiding off the edge of the photo. He looked curiously at the photo just before his photo-self managed to pull the girl into the picture. It was Lily, and she threw her arms around his neck. He swung her around and they smiled and laughed, rubbing noses.-Lily Evans'