A/N: Although I have only two reviews (at the moment I write this), I thank you both for posting your opinions. Here is the next chapter. Another thing to note is that most of this story is in James' point of view. However, this chapter will be a mixture of both.
Author Warning: This chapter features some less than appropriate language (only once or twice) and some more graphic scenes of violence. Please note that the whole story will not be like this, but rather, part of the story is revolved around it.
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"What the hell do you mean by she was acting on her own free will?" Sirius queried James. "I have no clue what that is supposed to mean."
"It means, Sirius, that Lily and I were sharing those dreams. It has to be. Everything seemed to so…different. I don't know how to explain it. All I know is that Lily was sharing a dream with me."
"You're a nut job, Prongs, you know that?" Sirius grinned.
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In the sixth year girls' dormitory, Lily sat bolt upright. She was having them again. Those dreams. The dreams where I have sex with James. Lily walked to the windowsill and looked out across the horizon. The sun was barricaded by puffy, white clouds. She took a glass of water from the jug by the window and splashed some on her face. Her heart still was beating hard from when she woke up. Sex with James…oh Merlin. It wasn't the fact that having sex with James was so bad, for she couldn't think of a better looking guy in their grade (except perhaps Sirius), but the fact that James seemed to be a real character in the dream. She shook her head. No, I mustn't think about sex with James.
With that, she walked down to the showers and began to get ready for the day.
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Breakfast was terrible that day for Lily and James. Both were tired and extremely cranky. The day seemed to trudge by until potions came. That's when the trouble began.
"Potter!" Professor Menz shouted out.
"Yes, sir?" James cooed in a pretend sweetness.
"You'll be working with Ms. Evans!"
Lily shook her closed her eyes and shook her head. James pumped his fist in the air and whispered to Remus, whom he happened to be sitting closest to, "Score!"
Menz continued to read off the list of partners for the day. Everyone moved to his or her assigned stations.
"Look, Potter," Lily commanded, looking James straight in the eye. "I know you want to be my partner so you can hit on me and then go brag to your friends. I unfortunately can't stop you from doing that. I can, however, hex the shit out of you if you so much as touch a strand of my hair!"
"Yes, Master," James snorted, pretending to worship Lily.
They started to make their potion, a complex one called the Lipius Concoction. It was a potion that would cure deep cuts in skin or abrasions.
"Potter, could you hand me the snorker eggs and then crush up some of those billywigs and hand that to me too, please," Lily ordered in the most polite voice she could. Keep the conversation civil. Let nothing arise that would cause problems.
Everything went as planned up to the fifth step of the potion (5. Let potion simmer for seven minutes.) Because there was seven minutes to spare, James decided that throwing frog eyeballs at the Slytherins. Unfortunately, Severus Snape, the main target for the eyeballs, noticed who was throwing them.
"Of course…Potter," Snape sneered, looking disgusted. "I suppose you've been the one the whole time. Or was it you and that filthy mudblood bitch of yours."
James shouted some rather nasty words at Snape and then said, "At least she's not the Voldemort's bitch!"
"Why you filthy…" Snape's face was contorted into rage. He grabbed a vile of bulbutuber puss and threw it. The puss went flying towards James. He ducked.
Crack! The vile had hit Lily. Glass shards covered the floor and the puss was all over her. Tears moved down her face as pain crept into every nerve. She winced and howled in pain. "James Potter!" she cried. "You frickin' moron! You asshole! My goddamn face is burning up!"
She wiped the puss off of her eyes (wincing as the puss now burned her hands) and jumped onto James. Students began to form a circle and gasp as Lily punched and grabbed and tried to hurt every part of James. James tried to fend for himself, but soon enough Lily had a full-body bind on him. He wished he could scream as she stood up and took a swift kick to groin and then to his rib. He began to fight the bind (as he had been taught to by his parents) and soon found himself able to move.
He picked himself up to full height, tears of pain streaming down his face, red in the cheeks. His open hand swished through the air and caught Lily in the face. He had hit a girl. A fresh mark and a bit of bleeding occurred where he had hit her. James didn't give a damn. "You're the stupidest, ugliest, and most self-centered mudblood I know. Go to hell, you bitch of Satan!" He spat on her robes and stormed out of the room, running to Gryffindor Tower.
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Lily sobbed some more and looked at her reflection in her potion (which had over-simmered, causing it to look watery). It seemed that James had unknowingly hurt her when she had attacked him. Her eye was bruised and black. Her nose was swollen. Then of course, she had a huge red spot on her face where he had hit her. Her lip had also begun to bleed because of the slap. She took a rag and wiped off James' spit. She began to cry again. A girl from Slytherin (yes, Slytherin!) came over and tried to comfort her. Lily pushed the girl back and ran to the Gryffindor common room.
Once inside, she saw James on one of the couch, collapsed from exhaustion. He had been hurt pretty bad. He had several scratches on his face that were bleeding, his lip had a deep gash, and his neck was lacerated in too many spots to count. Lily also noted that his breathing was irregular and looked as if he were in pain. She remembered that she had kicked him rather hard in the ribs and had probably broken or cracked one. Feeling guilty (and knowing that it wasn't completely his fault that they had fought), she unbuttoned his shirt and saw where she had kicked him. The spot was bruised purplish-blue and black.
Lily took out her wand and muttered, "Mendius Rib!" The color drained slightly from the bruise and James' breathing went back to normal.
Lily left the common room, makeup running down her face, thinking. That son-of-a-bitch got what he deserved. I may have helped him, but that's cause I'm nice. He's still a prick and he doesn't deserve to live.
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The girls' bedroom door shut. James opened up his eyes again. He had been pretending to be asleep. He smirked. Lily had helped heal him. Guilty conscience? Naw…probably not. He began to worry about what he had said. He had called Lily Evans a mudblood. He had called the best witch of her year a mudblood. He felt dirty. Filthy. Perhaps even like he should hurt himself. He took his fist and rammed it into his still-in-pain groin. The pain surged through him like little tendrils of poison. James gasped and couldn't catch his breath. The pain finally went away after several minutes.
James hobbled up the stairs (Lily had kicked him in the knee) and made his way to his bed. He wished he wouldn't have said that word. Now, he was equal to the Slytherins. He slept terribly for the next hour, dreaming of punishment, suffering, and Lily hating him forever. Ah…a voice cooed in his head…but Miss Evans was the one that hurt you. You did nothing. You have every right to be angry. This voice got the better of him. That voice was right! I didn't start the fight, she did! That bitch is the reason that I'm in pain in every spot in my body! God, she's a bitch!
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James woke later on during the day. His first reflex when he woke up every day was to check his watch. He glanced at it and noticed that only an hour had gone by. It's lunchtime. His stomach groaned. His breakfast had been small. He walked over to the stairway and opened the door just as Sirius was making his way up the steps.
"I have to talk to you," Sirius growled.
"What?" James asked, yawning.
Sirius bent his arm back and swung his fist at James. It contacted dead-center at James' nose. Blood rushed out all over James' face and robes. Sirius took another swing, this time coming into contact with his jaw.
"You-" he grunted as he kicked James' groin repeatedly, "are-the-biggest-fucking-asshole I know!" He then began to bend James fingers back, causing James to howl in pain. Sirius broke at least four of the fingers. He punched James in the solar plexus and then finished him off in by kicking him in the back of the head.
By now, James was sobbing. His robes were drenched in blood. Sirius spat on him and walked away. Seconds later, James heard the common room door swing shut as he left the room. Because he was on the steps, he couldn't just lay there. He attempted to pick himself up. His foot slipped because of his own blood and he slid down the stairs, thudding his head on every step.
When he finally reached the bottom, he was too beaten and sore to move. He didn't know how he was alive. All he knew was that the pain was terrible. His head throbbed, his heart sounded like a bass drum, thudding and thudding. His groin stung and was probably swollen beyond the help of even magic. He passed out on the bottom step, still bleeding.
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Sirius barged into the Great Hall halfway through lunch. Lily saw him enter. He was beat-red and absolutely furious.
"What's wrong, Sirius?" she asked as he took a seat down next to her.
"Well, let's just say, James will probably feel sorry for every calling you a you-know-what," Sirius hissed, his voice like a venom.
"Sirius…what did you do with him?" Lily asked panicked.
"I beat the living shit out of him, that's what I did!" Sirius explained violently. "I beat him 'til he was bleeding beyond belief and then I left him on the stairs to suffer!"
"Oh Merlin!" Lily exclaimed. She got up from her seat and ran upstairs, taking every staircase four steps at a time. When she got to the Fat Lady, she hastily shouted, "Sniggly Wiggly!" and ran inside.
She saw James instantly. The once-perfect carpet (a maroon color) was doused in James' blood, which was pooling feet away from him. He seemed unconscious, perhaps even dead. Lily ran up to him and felt for a pulse. She found a slight one. After removing her hand, she wiped the blood on her fingers on his robes and levitated him. She made her way to the Hospital Wing.
The going was long and tough. She had to be extra careful on the stairs and she couldn't run for fear of losing control of James and having the spell die. When Lily finally made it, she screamed for Madam Pomfrey.
Madam Pomfrey came out of her office and nearly screamed. She took James from Lily's care and thanked her for bring him here.
"Will he be okay?" Lily asked.
Madam Pomfrey looked grim. "It'll be tough. He's lost a lot of blood I'm going to need to have several potions on hand that can help him, but we should be able to save him. Could you help me please?" She pointed to James' clothes.
"Oh! Of course!" Lily replied, having no problem helping.
They both slowly undressed James down to his boxers (white, Lily noted, and the only material not touched with blood) and then left the Hospital Wing.
Oh, Merlin, I hope he's okay. If he dies I'm going to strangle Sirius. Or maybe I will just strangle him now for the hell of it. She thought this over. Yeah…he deserves it.
She made her way to the common room (Gryffindor sixth years always had break after lunch), readying herself to hex and strangle Sirius Black into oblivion.
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Author's Apology: Excuse some of the violence and the use of the f-word. I feel somewhat guilty for putting it in, but I thought that it would fit the context of a sixteen year old beating another sixteen year old. It only made sense. You won't be seeing that word much in this story, though. If I offended any of you, I'm sorry.
A/N: This story changed its name to encompass both sixth and seventh year. Name still pending. It will be similar to the current one.
Coming up next: Punishment time! (Did you seriously think that nothing would happen?)