A/N: Hola my lovely readers! Many, many apologies for the delay of this
chapter. I really don't have a good excuse other than Accelerated Geometry
quizzes and soccer practices from 3 – 6 (I scored my first goal of the
season today!) but that is really no excuse. Anyways, I was hoping to
dedicate this chapter to Penguin'n'Tales who so thoughtfully supplied me
with ideas for future chapters (I now know where I'm going with this
story!!!) but seeing as how I think this chapter is incredibly lame, I'll
hold off 'till I've written a better one. Well, hope you like it!
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Strong arms wrapped around Lily's limp form, James staggered up the last flight of stairs leading towards the hospital wing, panting from the exertion of his strength. As he approached the infirmary doors, James noted, with some satisfaction, that his spell was still in affect and no one had yet to open the wing's door. Snape, suspended by unseen ropes , was still floating above the floor, his head repeatedly bashing itself against the closed doors as the spell attempted to transport him inside.
Hoisting the unconscious Lily higher up on one shoulder, he riskily removed one arm from around her, using it to pound on the closed door. "Madam Pomfrey!" he croaked hoarsely. "Madam Pom-" his yelling was silenced as the mahogany doors flew open, allowing Snape to zoom past the startled nurse's head.
"James Potter, what is going on out here?" her groggy eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the wound to Lily's head. "Good heavens, child, don't just stand there! Bring her in!"
James trailed after the nurse, arms weakening from his burden as they approached an empty cot. After gently laying his girlfriend on the bed, a ruffled Madam Pomfrey pushed him aside, bending over the patient she had to tend.
As James collapsed in a spindly chair, a resonant clunk filled the room as Snape fell nosily on an unoccupied cot, the spell having just worn off. Shaking his head at the sight, James anxiously turned his attention back to the dressing gown clad nurse who was tending to his precious flower. "Is she going to be alright?"
A grim expression clouding her now alert eyes, Madam Pomfrey answered, "It may take some time for her to properly heal, but eventually, yes, she'll be fine." She glanced at James as he emitted an audible sigh of relief. "I'd ask you to elaborate on what happened, but seeing as I have another patient to tend to, that will have to wait. You don't know what happened to this one, do you?" She cocked her head towards the moaning Snape.
"No," James answered innocently. "He was there when I came up."
Giving a disbelieving snort, Madam Pomfrey shook her head, sleek brown curls tumbling over her shoulder as she turned towards Snape. She was quite a young healer, fairly new at Hogwarts, but as a frequent visitor to the Hospital Wing, James had to admit she knew what she was doing.
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The sun rose high in the cloudless blue sky that Saturday morning, rays filtering in through cracks in the snow caked windows, filling the crowded room with a misty glow as students peered out onto the school's ghostly white grounds. Squeals of delight could be heard coming from first years excited at the prospect of what should be a "smashing good snow fight!" as the Jordan boy put it.
Maren Goldberg had just come tumbling out of the girls' dorm in search for her best friend when Kelly Stevenson came stumbling into the Gryffindor common room.
"Maren! You've got to come!" she shrieked, her golden curls spilling over her powder-blue sweater as she talked.
Maren quickly ran to embrace her friend, ignoring the stares and repeated "What is a RAVENCLAW doing HERE?" they were receiving from the other students. "Kel! What's wrong?"
"I was taking Sara – you know Sara, right? – well, I was taking her to the hospital wing and, oh Maren! I saw Lily there and she, she's unconscious!" Tears glistened in Kelly's eyes as her trembling hands grasped Maren's arms.
"I am going to KILL James Potter!" Maren whispered menacingly before tearing past Kelly towards the portrait hole.
"Oy! Remus! Control your girlfriend, will you?" Sirius grabbed a fistful of Maren's robes, holding her back.
Remus glanced up from his essay on Goblin Warfare with a bemused expression gracing his countenance. Looking back from Maren to Sirius, to Maren, back to Sirius, he smiled, replying, "Nah, I learned long ago not to mess with her when she's mad. She's all yours."
Maren whirled around, glaring at her boyfriend and the Marauder clutching at her robes. "Remus! Lily is lying unconscious in the Hospital wing! Tell this oaf to let me go!"
"Lily's in the hospital wing?" in a flash, Remus was up on his feet, coming to the aid of Sirius who had received a brutal kick in the shins from Maren. "Come on," he murmured beneath his breath, watching as Maren and Kelly stormed out of the common room. "We'd best follow them."
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"James Potter, if you've done anything to hurt my friend I swear you'll be living the rest of your life as a toad!" The threatening shriek startled James out of his restless slumber.
'Where am I?' he wondered groggily, 'Who the heck is yelling?' He cast his eyes around, taking the sight of the nondescript curtain that circled his chair and the bed where Lily lay before him. "Lily!" he gasped at the sight of his bandaged girlfriend as memories of the past night came forward in a tumbling rush inside his mind. Amanda's panic, talking to Dumbledore, the drunken Slytherins, Snape, Lily, the hospital wing – the horrid memories spilled forward, captivating James until the threatening shriek was issued once more.
"If you've done anything to harm Lils in any way I'll-" the curtain swung open, revealing a raging Maren with a peeved Sirius attempting to restrain her. "My God, what have you done to her?" Maren wrenched herself free from Sirius' grasp and ran to the edge of her friend's bed while Sirius mouthed a "Sorry, mate" to James and Remus and Kelly hovered in the doorway. (A/N: haha doesn't that just remind you of 'Regis and Kelly'?)
"I didn't do anything except try to protect her," James shot a furious glare at Sirius who had caught sight of Lily and was now mouthing wordlessly.
"Well, you obviously didn't do a very go-" Maren was silenced by a glare from Remus.
"From what?"
James jerked his head back, gesticulating to the beat-up Snape.
"Looks like he got the raw end of the deal," Kelly observed, staring at the pallid boy's blood-stained bandages.
"Him?" Maren shrieked once more, unable to restrain her fury, "Look at Lily!"
"Miss Goldberg," a stern voice spoke from behind, causing the five students all to give a startled jump. Albus Dumbledore stepped forward from behind the curtains, his half-moon glasses glinting in the light. "Now is not the time for threats, nor do I believe Mr. Potter would ever let any harm come to Miss Evans – or any of you – that he could not prevent. Now, if you five will follow me, I believe Madam Pomfrey would prefer if we left her patient to rest. We will depart to my office where I'm sure Mr. Potter would be delighted to tell us the story of last nights events, the *whole* story."
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A/N: So, was it as lame as I predicted? Thank you all so much for the reviews!! Thanks to KrisKG for the support and sweet review and thanks to imagine ~ I'm thrilled you like my fic! Remember my lovely reviewers; reviews are what keep me going! ^_^
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Strong arms wrapped around Lily's limp form, James staggered up the last flight of stairs leading towards the hospital wing, panting from the exertion of his strength. As he approached the infirmary doors, James noted, with some satisfaction, that his spell was still in affect and no one had yet to open the wing's door. Snape, suspended by unseen ropes , was still floating above the floor, his head repeatedly bashing itself against the closed doors as the spell attempted to transport him inside.
Hoisting the unconscious Lily higher up on one shoulder, he riskily removed one arm from around her, using it to pound on the closed door. "Madam Pomfrey!" he croaked hoarsely. "Madam Pom-" his yelling was silenced as the mahogany doors flew open, allowing Snape to zoom past the startled nurse's head.
"James Potter, what is going on out here?" her groggy eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the wound to Lily's head. "Good heavens, child, don't just stand there! Bring her in!"
James trailed after the nurse, arms weakening from his burden as they approached an empty cot. After gently laying his girlfriend on the bed, a ruffled Madam Pomfrey pushed him aside, bending over the patient she had to tend.
As James collapsed in a spindly chair, a resonant clunk filled the room as Snape fell nosily on an unoccupied cot, the spell having just worn off. Shaking his head at the sight, James anxiously turned his attention back to the dressing gown clad nurse who was tending to his precious flower. "Is she going to be alright?"
A grim expression clouding her now alert eyes, Madam Pomfrey answered, "It may take some time for her to properly heal, but eventually, yes, she'll be fine." She glanced at James as he emitted an audible sigh of relief. "I'd ask you to elaborate on what happened, but seeing as I have another patient to tend to, that will have to wait. You don't know what happened to this one, do you?" She cocked her head towards the moaning Snape.
"No," James answered innocently. "He was there when I came up."
Giving a disbelieving snort, Madam Pomfrey shook her head, sleek brown curls tumbling over her shoulder as she turned towards Snape. She was quite a young healer, fairly new at Hogwarts, but as a frequent visitor to the Hospital Wing, James had to admit she knew what she was doing.
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The sun rose high in the cloudless blue sky that Saturday morning, rays filtering in through cracks in the snow caked windows, filling the crowded room with a misty glow as students peered out onto the school's ghostly white grounds. Squeals of delight could be heard coming from first years excited at the prospect of what should be a "smashing good snow fight!" as the Jordan boy put it.
Maren Goldberg had just come tumbling out of the girls' dorm in search for her best friend when Kelly Stevenson came stumbling into the Gryffindor common room.
"Maren! You've got to come!" she shrieked, her golden curls spilling over her powder-blue sweater as she talked.
Maren quickly ran to embrace her friend, ignoring the stares and repeated "What is a RAVENCLAW doing HERE?" they were receiving from the other students. "Kel! What's wrong?"
"I was taking Sara – you know Sara, right? – well, I was taking her to the hospital wing and, oh Maren! I saw Lily there and she, she's unconscious!" Tears glistened in Kelly's eyes as her trembling hands grasped Maren's arms.
"I am going to KILL James Potter!" Maren whispered menacingly before tearing past Kelly towards the portrait hole.
"Oy! Remus! Control your girlfriend, will you?" Sirius grabbed a fistful of Maren's robes, holding her back.
Remus glanced up from his essay on Goblin Warfare with a bemused expression gracing his countenance. Looking back from Maren to Sirius, to Maren, back to Sirius, he smiled, replying, "Nah, I learned long ago not to mess with her when she's mad. She's all yours."
Maren whirled around, glaring at her boyfriend and the Marauder clutching at her robes. "Remus! Lily is lying unconscious in the Hospital wing! Tell this oaf to let me go!"
"Lily's in the hospital wing?" in a flash, Remus was up on his feet, coming to the aid of Sirius who had received a brutal kick in the shins from Maren. "Come on," he murmured beneath his breath, watching as Maren and Kelly stormed out of the common room. "We'd best follow them."
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"James Potter, if you've done anything to hurt my friend I swear you'll be living the rest of your life as a toad!" The threatening shriek startled James out of his restless slumber.
'Where am I?' he wondered groggily, 'Who the heck is yelling?' He cast his eyes around, taking the sight of the nondescript curtain that circled his chair and the bed where Lily lay before him. "Lily!" he gasped at the sight of his bandaged girlfriend as memories of the past night came forward in a tumbling rush inside his mind. Amanda's panic, talking to Dumbledore, the drunken Slytherins, Snape, Lily, the hospital wing – the horrid memories spilled forward, captivating James until the threatening shriek was issued once more.
"If you've done anything to harm Lils in any way I'll-" the curtain swung open, revealing a raging Maren with a peeved Sirius attempting to restrain her. "My God, what have you done to her?" Maren wrenched herself free from Sirius' grasp and ran to the edge of her friend's bed while Sirius mouthed a "Sorry, mate" to James and Remus and Kelly hovered in the doorway. (A/N: haha doesn't that just remind you of 'Regis and Kelly'?)
"I didn't do anything except try to protect her," James shot a furious glare at Sirius who had caught sight of Lily and was now mouthing wordlessly.
"Well, you obviously didn't do a very go-" Maren was silenced by a glare from Remus.
"From what?"
James jerked his head back, gesticulating to the beat-up Snape.
"Looks like he got the raw end of the deal," Kelly observed, staring at the pallid boy's blood-stained bandages.
"Him?" Maren shrieked once more, unable to restrain her fury, "Look at Lily!"
"Miss Goldberg," a stern voice spoke from behind, causing the five students all to give a startled jump. Albus Dumbledore stepped forward from behind the curtains, his half-moon glasses glinting in the light. "Now is not the time for threats, nor do I believe Mr. Potter would ever let any harm come to Miss Evans – or any of you – that he could not prevent. Now, if you five will follow me, I believe Madam Pomfrey would prefer if we left her patient to rest. We will depart to my office where I'm sure Mr. Potter would be delighted to tell us the story of last nights events, the *whole* story."
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A/N: So, was it as lame as I predicted? Thank you all so much for the reviews!! Thanks to KrisKG for the support and sweet review and thanks to imagine ~ I'm thrilled you like my fic! Remember my lovely reviewers; reviews are what keep me going! ^_^