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I wish I did own Harry Potter, but I don't.
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Chapter 9:~ James ~
James looked around quickly, but returned his focus back to Samantha on his bed, staring at her furiously. Speechless, he shook his head and forced a cruel laugh.
"What the fuck is going on in the sick, twisted mind of yours?" he demanded, grabbing his wand.
Samantha, sitting ashamed on the bed, watched James with terror through her wide eyes, like a deer about to get hit by a car.
"No, James, you don't understand!" she exclaimed, wondering if her life was about to end.
"Ha!" James laughed in revulsion, glaring at her. "You crossed the line this time, Samantha…" He raised his wand, preparing to torture her with slow, agonizing death.
"JAMES!" Sirius roared, entering the room as James started to mutter the spell. Sirius leapt at James. They both crashed down to the floor, spell unfinished.
Samantha scrambled off the bed and rushed out the door.
"STOP HER!" James shouted. He muttered a spell as she disappeared, spared by centimeters. Sirius, confused and shocked, tried to grab James' leg to stop him, but failed. James scampered out of the room, leaving Sirius in bewilderment. Rushing through the common room after Samantha raised much racket. Remus and Peter immediately stood, joined by Sirius a moment later, and hurried after.
"Stupefy!" James yelled, sprinting after Samantha at breakneck speed. Though Samantha played no sport, she remained ahead, in fear of her life. James missed her and the spell hit a wall, bouncing towards him. Narrowly ducking it, James continued to shoot spells at her, missing the target on all of them. Meanwhile, Remus, Peter, and Sirius followed at a distance, utterly puzzled.
Samantha suddenly stopped running and backed into a corner. Dead end.
"How dare you do that?" James bellowed, stopping ten feet before her. Shaking in anger, he fingered his wand, twirling it. Remus, Sirius, and Peter stopped and watched cautiously.
"I trusted you!" he raged. "No wonder Lily hated you. You're a fucking lying bitch, who deserves to burn in hell. Damn you, Samantha. Damn you!"
Samantha trembled in horror, a tear dropping onto her cheek.
"Please…" she whispered.
"NO!" he snarled. "I will not show mercy on a whore like you, Samantha. What you did is indescribable. I'm ashamed to ever have talked to you; sickened conversing with you now." He shook his head and raised his arm, wand in hand.
"James…" warned Sirius. "Don't do anything stupid!"
James turned around and glared at him. "Stay out of this Sirius," he whispered in odium. "This has nothing to do with you."
Turning his attention back to Samantha, he grinned. "No, I will take care of this myself." James sounded crazy, insane with hate. He raised his wand and prepared to cast an excruciating spell. She would suffer: wonderful.
~ Lily ~
With tear-stained cheeks, Lily studied her surroundings. There was a red door to her right and a white door to her left. A spindly tree was plopped between the two. The image itself gave a very odd sight. Behind her, water rushed out of a fountain. The sound was fairly calming. Looking at the fountain closer, she saw strange carvings deeply etched into the surface.
"Where am I?" Lily asked herself, sounding nasally from the crying. Unexpectedly, a strong gust of wind came out of no where and blew her fiery red hair like crazy, whipping into her face painfully. She started to feel nervous and uncomfortable, like someone or something was watching her. Lily needed help. Soon.
~ James ~
Samantha huddled in the corner, lip trembling. She spoke hopefully, "Please. Only I know where Lily is."
"Tell me now," he ordered, suddenly worried. He'd gotten so caught up with Samantha that he'd forgotten about Lily.
"Lower your wand, James." She added, "Please."
"Tell me now!" he directed, frustration burning his heart and mind.
"Mr. Potter, I suggest you lower your wand." James twirled around, coming face to face with Professor Dumbledore.
"It – It's not what it looks like…" James said quickly, tucking his wand in his scarlet robes. Panic suddenly pierced his skin, causing him to perspire.
"Please explain to me what is going on." The old man spoke calmly. "Come, we will go up to my office.
~ Lily ~
Lily hummed to herself in boredom. The wind had quickly died down. A piece of hair had snapped her eye, causing it to water painfully. Hopefully, it was okay.
Sighing, Lily shook her head and a fresh batch of tears arrived. Images of James filled her head. Pain and misery weaved its way to her heart. Overcome with defeat, Lily cried for help one last time. She forced herself to fall onto her side and curled into a ball, preparing to die alone. In her mind, she sat with James on a patch of grass. He laughed, eyes sparkling and smiling radiantly. Hurt, betrayal, misery, hate, and other negative feelings filled into her head. Why was James being so mean and cruel to her? Didn't he love her? He was choosing a chance to get laid over her love. If Lily ever did get out of the room, she'd forget James and move on. No way would she dwell on him. She deserved so much better.
Closing her eyes slowly, the candle, sitting next to her, blew out. Jagged, rough breathing filled the room. Her eyes jerked open, to find herself in darkness. Heart beating wildly, she held her breath, scared for her life. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she made out a dark, hooded figure standing six feet in front of her. Whimpering, she tried to back away as the figure advanced slowly.
"Who – who are you?" she asked shakily, fear pumping through every inch of her body.
Stopping, the figure slowly outstretched his arm, offering its hand.
"What do you want?" Lily trembled, looking at the hand. It did or said nothing. "Help!" she whispered.
Lily had only one second to scream before the red flash erupted from its hand. She fell to the ground silently.
~ James ~
Upon entering the brightly lit room, James glanced around at the familiar objects. Many old headmasters sat in their paintings yawning, some were asleep, and a few paintings were empty.
"Please, sit." Dumbledore gestured to the five seats. Once everyone had settled in their respective chairs, James as far away from Samantha as possible, Dumbledore nodded.
"Please explain why you were preparing to attack Miss Fresta.
James sighed and began describing what Samantha had done. Halfway through the story, however, a strange feeling erupted in his mind, as if he sensed danger and pain.
"Lily!" he whispered, eyes widening. His audience, so to speak, suddenly grew alert. "Something's wrong…"
"Where is Lily, Miss Fresta?" Dumbledore asked quickly, a hint of sharpness in his voice.
"I don't remember…" she admitted, avoiding eye contact.
"You don't remember!" James yelled, jumping up. "I can feel that something's happened to Lily! Bring me to her now!"
"Mr. Potter!" Dumbledore said severely, eyes afire. James sat down slowly, glaring at Samantha. "Miss Fresta, we need to know where she is. Could you possibly bring us to her?"
She nodded weakly, glancing at James, who was fuming.
"Very well. We will follow you. I shall announce your punishment later." Everyone stood and followed Samantha out of the office.
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Post Author's Note:
A bit short again, but oh well!
Thanks to everyone for reading!
I'll try to update soon.
-Elle