I just realized i don't have a diclaimer. this is gonna be the only one for the story but it stands for the entire story. anyway, i don't own anything you recongnize. yes i do realize that lily is 'out of charector' but don't worry she'll soften. yes something stupid is going to happen in the next few chapters or so. anyway enjoy!
Lily POV
I ran, everything was to overwhelming! I couldn't help it, I had to run. I ran back to the common room, people looked up but everyone looked back at what they were doing so I wouldn't snap at them. I ran to Anne, "Anne" I gasped "can I borrow your broom? I need to visit KC. It's important please." I begged. She nodded; I reached in my pocket and grabbed a pink little rectangle. Anne returned and handed me my broom. I took it gratefully, and mounted it. Crushing the little pink rectangle into a powder in my hands I threw it into the air so it covered me and the broom. I thanked Anne and flew out the window to KC's house.
I guess I should probably tell you about KC. KC George isn't her real name, her real name is actually Katie Riddle. Unfortunately, as you probably guessed, her dad is evil. She was sent to Salem's because she blew up her teacher when her temper flared. KC will not join her dad, and so, he hurts her all the time. I'm going to see her before I blow up again. I know that Tom Marvolo Riddle will hurt me too, but right now I don't care. I fly over the Hogwarts wall; the pink block allows me to fly over what ever barrier I wish. I fly north for about 5 minutes; I arrive at a large house on the hill. It has large gates and lots of spells protecting it. I have arrived at the Riddle Mansion.
I fly over the gates and into the attic window. KC is lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. She looks over at me, and nods in acknowledgement, I nod back. Or friendship has always been like this way. Most people don't even consider it a friendship, but the connection is there. "I got a boyfriend" I break the silence "Really?" she asks not looking at me. I lye on the floor by the bed "Yeah, he's really good looking and he's an excellent snog." I say. "And how do you know that?" she asks, eyebrow cocked, I grin, she turns over and looks at me, grinning. "Well, how was it? Is he good in bed?" she asks. "I don't know, all his roommates were in the room so we didn't go past sucking face. Which I may add he was excellent at." I look at the ceiling, she looks at the wall, "Do you like him?" she asks "I really don't know. I think I may but not really you know?" she nods. It's all cool between us.
We start chatting about random things, both not looking at each other. We don't have to, we know each other too well. A crack sounds on the other side of the door, Tom has returned. The door bangs open, we both look at him. Most would scream, us, we're used to it and have seen worse. A man with waxy skin stands there. With eyes like a snakes and a line for a mouth both glowing red. I'm not scared. I nod in acknowledgment. He pulls out his wand, KC and I roll our eyes, here comes pain. "Crucio, crucio" he hisses, hitting us both with the curse. We wiggle in pain, we do not scream, that provokes him more. We writhe on the floor and bed biting our tongues to keep us from calling out.
Just as soon as it started, it stops. It's over, for now. "Change your minds?" he hisses, we shake our heads no. He throws more curses at us. By the end of it, we're both bleeding and hurting. I know I have to go back, but I don't wan to leave KC incase it gets too bad he's going to kill her. I'm scared for her, but I won't admit it, we're both frightened. I'm going to ask Dumbledore for a favor, hoping he'll come through. I really want her to come before she goes to America. Voldermort (A/N: Tom) leaves, we look at each other, knowing written on our faces. I get up and embrace her. She hugs me back. I hand her a bag, it is full of food and some magic. She stashes under her bed where he'll never find it. He won't care, her father is not yet that cruel. I must go, I give her one last hug, mount my broom and leave.
Back in the castle
I hand Anne her broom back and thank her once more. Everyone knows something's wrong, I look like I've been attacked, which I have. I go and write a letter to Dumbledore, and send it off with Grace, my hawk. I do hope he agrees. I pull out my stereo and pull out my CD rack, Emma, being muggle born, heads over knowing what it is while the others just watch and wonder. I pull out my newest mix CD, and blare track 6, SuperTramp (A/N: yes, I am weaving in cool songs and bands) breakfast in America.
Emma looks at me funny; I shrug and start mouthing the words. All the pure bloods look at me. I shrug, grab my stuff and have a shower and clean up. By time I get out, Emma has surfed trough the CD and is playing Our Lady Peace's song Superman's Dead. Sierra comes over and asks who Superman is, we gape at her. Emma walks over to her bed and pulls out a zillion Superman comic books and some tapes. Emma and I became instant friends from the moment she wandered over and made herself at home. I waved my wand and a T.V and VCR with a DVD and surround sound appears at the end of my bed, I pull out some parchment and a quill; I write snacks and drinks please and place it on a plate by my bed. It disappears and snacks galore and some pumpkin juice appears there. I smile, Emma understands now; she grabs the Superman movies and tosses them onto my bed. We quickly change into our pj's and grab some snacks and plop onto my bed. We start the movies, we watch them. I realize that Emma and I have the same relationship KC and I have, we're instant best friends. We know it will all be ok.
The movie ended and we pop in a new one. Gradually we go through all 3 she brought. After, we sit around and chat. I'm shocked at myself, I've never trusted this fast since… well, since my mom died. I don't know what happened, but soon I heard myself telling her about my mom. "We were coming home after getting tattoos, we were so happy until the car came out of no where. It smashed into us head first, amazingly, I lived and my dad and sister think it's my fault. They say I should have died and she should have lived, but I couldn't change the past." I felt better once I'd told her. She did something I'd never expect she hugged me.
She said goodnight, and returned to her bed. I knew everything would be alright.