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Say Something
The story of Lily Evans falling in the pit they call love. Rated T for language might change to M in later chapters.
Recap:
Yet again I found my self leaving the warm and light of the head common room planning on meeting Potter out side the Gryffindor one, but saw him standing outside the portrait waiting for me. I was about to say that he could of come in, seeing as it was his too, but he cut me off, by walking down the corridor. I followed pulling my extra cloak around my self. He eyed my action reaching for the clasp on his own, but I shook my head and looked straight ahead. Once again our time together passed in complete silence. That's how it was the rest of the week. It had always ended with Potter walking to the dorm with me and saying, 'see you tomorrow.' I would nod and wait for him to close the portrait door before pushing my ear against it and listening to him sigh and walk away. Little did I know at the time that I too was sighing with him.
It was already the second week of October when Potter decided to break the secret agreement we had on silence. It was about the time he should have been saying, 'see you tomorrow,' but he didn't instead he said, "I can't make it tomorrow." I looked at him tomorrow was Saturday so it was probably some wild party Black had planned. Maybe that's were he caught the huge ego STD,
"Why?" He looked startled that I asked a simple question. Obviously he was expecting me to blow up at him or something. I was actually shocked, I had been actually looking forward to our silent walks at night. It gave me time to think. Time to get away from the constant talk of Elle. It gave me a feeling that I can not quiet recall, but it felt like one of the smaller strings keeping my heart intact ripped a tad. He shrugged,
"Well, see you later." He said shutting the door. I pressed my ear against the door again to hear him yet again sigh and walk away.
I patrolled without Potter the next night in the dark castle. I never realized how creepy it was late at night alone with a real ghost to keep you company. Nearly Headless Nick kept me company most of the night trying to talk to me. I answered his questions with either yes or no. It made me almost miss the silence with Potter…almost…
He was blubbering on and on about his death day coming up when we were leaving the tower. I stopped for second when I thought I heard something. I turned and looked over the edge to see nothing, but as I turned I saw the thing that made the noise. It was what seemed like a wolf, from what I could tell, running along the edge of the forest keeping far away from the lake which reflected the full moon. It looked very…I'm not very sentimental with words…so it looked very cool to say the least.
A huge black dog was running along side the wolf. It looked like the two were playing when a huge stag stepped out from the woods and stepped in front of them. It stomped its hoof at the black dog that in turn whined, but ran into the woods with the wolf following playfully.
The stag looked around as if looking to see if any one saw. It looked for a few moments before looking up at the sky and at the castle. Its eyes roomed the castle walls and was soon looking at the tower. I stared at it as it stared at me,
"A very regal looking stag, if I say so myself Miss. Evans." Nick said floating next to me. I tilted my head at the miniscule stag who continued to look up at me. The black dog broke the stags stare when it came running out of the forest. The stag threw one last glance up at me before joining the dog. "How odd," Nick continued to say all night as if waiting for me to say, 'how odd what?' Finally it got so annoying,
"What's odd?" I asked him. He beamed at me and then became grave,
"That stag was…different." I rolled my eyes,
"How so?"
"Well usually stags have large antlers with many prongs coming out. This one seemed to have the large antlers just not many prongs." Lily rolled her eyes again and continued to walk down the hall. When it was time for me to leave Nick and I parted at the Great Hall.
"Wait Miss Evans." I stopped not turning around. He gliding next to me looked at me strangely, "When is your birthday?"
"January."
"What day?"
"The fifteenth. Why?" Nick nodded scratching his chin,
"I thought so, and you would be part Celtic correct?" He asked eyeing my red hair. I nodded now curious as to where he was going with this,
"Why?"
"The stag, as believed by the Celts, is the believed animal of the dates of December 24- January 20. I believe, Miss Evans, that that was a sign." I fought to keep a snort from surfacing.
"Good night Sir. Nick." I said walking around him,
"You can't hide from falling in love for ever Lily Evans." He said in a very cryptic voice. I turned to see Nick looking at me, "What?" He asked in his normal tone, "Are you okay?" He asked. I shook my head and continued up the steps.
The next day at breakfast I was preoccupied with Nick's words still echoing in my head. Elle had tried and tried again to get my attention, but just gave up after I left her to go to the common room (the Gryffindor on because I might be able to find out what happened with Potter last night) and began doing my homework. What did he mean by that? Who was I hiding from? What love? I shook my head and tried to rid myself of these stupid thoughts. Like seeing a real stag would change anything. It's not like I've never seen a deer before. And I was not afraid to fall in love. Who said (besides Nick) that I was afraid? What's there to be afraid of? Being hurt?
The steps became noisy of feet and I looked at the staircase to see a downtrodden looking group of Marauders minus Remus. They all looked tired and about to fall down even though Black ended up still looking quiet pleased along with Pettigrew. Potter on the other hand looked worried and half crest fallen. Where was Remus? Probably still hung over from the party. When they sat down on the couches by the fire Black eyed Potter and I strained to hear what they were saying,
"Forget it Prongs." Whoa I have heard that word to many times this week. It made me think why was Potter's nick-name Prongs?
"I can't. It seemed so real." He whispered,
"There are more girls with re-"
"Shut up." Potter hissed. Black rolled his eyes and looked over at Pettigrew who was falling asleep on the chair,
"Late night boys?" Melissa rat-face Kener, the current girl friend of Black, said sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. Rat-face was a perfect girl friend for Black. It was easy to get into her knickers, she was blonde, and she had big…well you get the point. "Why wasn't I invited, Siri?" She said in a high voice looking over her shoulder at Black. I could see Potter shudder at her voice,
"It was guys' night out." He said in a husky purr.
"I could give you your own night out right now." Rat-face purred back.
"Oh really?" Black replied inching his hand further up her leg. Potter shook his head and looked anywhere to get away from them. He spotted me and held my gaze for a moment before sticking his finger in his mouth as to pretend he was gagging. I couldn't help my self when I started laughing which caught Black's attention, "Something funny Evans?" He growled. I didn't know what to say so I nodded. Rat-face stood up allowing Black to storm over, "You're just jealous." He said in a dangerously low voice. I sniffed at him,
"Okay." I stated sarcasm dripping from my voice. Potter had now come over and was staring wide eyed at Black,
"I bet you've never kissed someone before, have you Evans?" He was leaning in closer his arms trapping me in my seat between him and the table. "I bet you've never felt a man's touch." He whispered, an evil glint in his eyes as he ran a finger along my cheek. I pulled away and slapped him,
"How dare you touch me." I snarled pushing him away from me and standing up. Potter was looking furious. When Black glared at me for slapping him Potter took over,
"What the bloody hell is your problem!" Potter screamed his wand on Black. Black drew out his wand and pointed it at Potter,
"You James."
"Fine then if I'm the problem why are you taking it out on Lily?" I almost gasped by didn't. He said my name…why?
"Because it's her fault."
"What!" Potter was looking even more livid.
"It's her fault your like this. All sad and depressed all the time. You haven't had a girl in a year, and you haven't been in on any of the pranks we've been pulling. And don't you dare blame it on being head boy." Potter sighed and lowered his arm,
"You don't understand." And with out looking at anyone he turned and went back up the staircase. Black glared at Potter's back for awhile before storming out of the common room. Rat-face followed.
Later that night I left the head common room a little early to meet Potter outside the Gryffindor on instead this time. When I got there Potter was just exiting. "If you want to sleep you don't have to come tonight." I whispered looking down at my feet. I looked back up and he shook his head and began our regular root. When we reached the tower I stopped for a second and looked to the spot where the stag was last night. Potter paused behind me. I shook my head and turned to see Potter's eyes lingering on the same spot I was just looking at. Questions began forming in my head, but I pushed them to the back of my head as I descended the tower steps.
When we came to the head common room portrait Potter stood directly in front of the portrait looking at me. I raised an eyebrow at him. He got this look in his eyes that I couldn't decipher. He was walking towards me causing me to back up against the wall. Once he had me caught between him and the wall he leaned in and placed his lips on mine. For some odd reason I didn't fight it. I just let him take control. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me into him. My hands left my sides and found themselves in his hair pulling him closer. What seemed like hours he stopped and looked at me that look still in his eyes. With that he turned and began to walk away. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I wanted to call him back but nothing left my mouth. And this is how it happened. This is how the story of Lily Evans falling for James Potter started. This is how the pit opened and swallowed me whole. The only way out of this pit was to fall with Potter waiting on the bottom with his arms wide open.
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