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Say Something

The story of Lily Evans falling in the pit they call love. Rated T for language.

Recap:

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.

The next patrolling week went by in a blur. The only new part of it was that Potter and I would talk to each other casually as if we were friends. Oh and every night instead of saying, 'see you tomorrow,' he would kiss me. And every night it felt exactly like the first time he kissed me. And every night he would walk away with out me saying something.

During the day people began to raise eyebrows at the prospect of me and Potter getting along. I would laugh at his jokes and he would sit with me in the common room and pretend to do his homework while really giving the younger kids the answers to their homework. Elle was giving me looks as if saying I told you so and Sirius eventually came up to me three weeks later to say,

"I'm sorry Lily." I nodded at him surprised that he called me Lily,

"Does this mean I have to call you by your first name too?" I asked. Black laughed and shook his head. By the time November rolled around Potter once again said that he would not be able to make it the next night. I eyed him, but said okay.

The next night I had no ghost to keep me company so I forgot the rounds I had to do and went straight up to the tower from last month. I was ready to turn away after about an hour of freezing cold and not seeing the stag when there he was. Bold and brilliant in the full moon. He looked at the tower straight away and held my gaze once more. I grinned at it and it bowed its head at me. I very much wanted to go down and touch it, but of course being a full moon and all I stayed were I was. A few minutes later the dog came out again eyed me in the tower and barked at the stag who looked at me once more before entering the forest yet again.

I sighed in contempt as I wondered down the halls back to the dorm. Giving the painting my password I stumbled onto the couch and fell asleep instantly dreaming about the stag.

The next night on patrol we stopped at the tower a little longer then we did last month. I yet again eyed Potter as his eyes lingered on the spot where the stag usually appeared. He looked over at me and gave me a sly grin before jogging down the steps. I shook my head and followed him.

This is what happened between us all the time. He would leave on the full moon making me wonder about him, but then I thought again and pushed it away. There was no way Potter was a werewolf.

Anyway the same exchange happened between me and the stag in December, and January two days before my birthday. Strangely enough Potter and I always looked at the same spot the day after causing my mind to wonder even more, but I always pushed it away. I had a feeling that he would tell me when he was ready, sure we hadn't been friends long, but he would tell me.

It was the day before my birthday when Potter did something different after our tower experience.

When we got to the picture he hesitated before opening the door. It surprised me when he let me pass and then began to say something before he shook his head and let the door close. I pressed my ear against the picture, like I did before he started the kisses, to hear nothing. Wait nothing? Sense when? I cracked open the portrait to see James staring at it longingly. I sighed watching him from the crack. Opening the portrait a little more to get his attention he turned towards me. His rock hard mask seemed to struggle to appear back on his face. I opened it fully and stepped out of the entrance. Potter hesitated before entering,

"Er…um…" I stuttered to find the right words. He sat on the couch in front of the fire and starred into the flames. I slowly sat down next to him wondering what was going on in his head. Neither of us had spoken about what happened at the tower, but now I was burning to find the meaning to Nick's words. Yes even months later his words still plagued my thoughts. I didn't know how I knew this, but I somehow believed that Potter tell me that meaning.

"Last night…" He started, "I saw…I saw you on the tower by your self." He whispered faintly. I furrowed my eyebrows. How could he? I didn't see him anywhere. "Now before you say anything you must listen please. I have been dieing to tell you this. The guys always suggested not too, seeing as we barely just became friends. They say I shouldn't trust you enough with this thing I'm about to tell you." I was confused was Potter about to tell me where he goes every month? "Can you make me a promise that you will never ever mention this to anyone even Sirius, Remus, and Peter?" I raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded,

"Okay…" I said slowly. What was he getting at?

"Why do you always stare at that spot?" He asked. I shrugged if he was going to trust someone he just became friends with…usually I would never trust someone like that. Hell I don't even trust Elle and we've been friends ever sense I came to Hogwarts. But right now I felt compelled to tell Potter. To trust him,

"I saw a wolf, a dog, and a stag there last night, like every full moon." I said. Potter closed his eyes for a moment,

"That stag…what about him?"

"He always look very proud, noble almost for an animal." Why I was telling him these things I have no idea. It was like I couldn't keep anything from Potter at this moment. Maybe he drugged me…

"I am that stag." Potter whispered. I eyed him,

"What?"

"I'm an animagus." He whispered,

"Are you serious?" J…Potter nodded,

"But why were you out there then? On a full moon in the forest! You could have gotten bitten by the werewolves." I yelled at him. How could he be so careless. He seemed to shrink,

"Exactly."

"What?" I hissed,

"I am about to tell you something more important then anything else right now. More important then what I just told you. This can only be our secret Lily. No one else's."

I nodded wondering what could make Jam…I mean Potter do something as stupid. "In second year Sirius, Peter, and I wanted to know what happened to Remus every month." I braced my self. I knew it was this, "He's a werewolf Lily."

I nodded for James to continue. I knew this. Wait no I didn't. Yes I did just subconsciously, it never really registered that someone as nice as Remus could be a werewolf.

Needless to say Potter was shocked, but he continued anyway, "Sirius, Peter, and I wanted to help and everything, but Remus denied our help. He said it was his problem and he didn't want to drag any of us into it. That was after he got over his shock of us still wanting to be friends with him…Anyway one day I was flipping through our Transfiguration book and saw the answer. We would be Animagus'." I shook my head,

"There is no way three twelve year olds could accomplish that." I snorted. Potter was just pulling my leg. Jame…Potter was grinning like a madman,

"But we did with the help of Remus. Who didn't want us to end up getting hurt, but after a lot of coaxing he finally fell under pressure. It took us three years but by the end of fifth year we had become illegally unregistered animagus'." He said a little pride hiding in his voice. I was staring at him like a fish. My mouth was open and my eyes were wide. WHAT! "Ever sense we have been with Remus on full moons helping him through his transformations and when he's good we take him out onto Hogwarts grounds."

"So that wolf last night…that was Remus as a werewolf?" I said quietly. Potter nodded,

"And that dog was Sirius." I was in shock. I didn't know what to say. Of course I wanted to yell at him about how stupid and careless that idea was, but then he had done it to help a best friend. He'd done it for Remus. Something snapped in my mind. Potter had done something for someone else. Then all these images came flooding into my mind and things began to connect. The small gestures James had been doing over the passed year, helping younger students with their homework, lending her his cloak, helping Remus while transforming. I looked at him with teary eyes. Now I am not one to cry a lot but these small things and that one big thing was all for someone he cared about. Slowly as if I could see it happening James Potter's head began to deflate back to normal size.

James searched my face as all these things came to pass in my mind. He was patient as I sat there dumbfounded at him, "Are you joking?" I whispered. He shook his head,

"Never." He said staring straight into my eyes. Five minutes passed with neither of us saying anything. "Say something." He whispered. I was confused by his words. Why? Did he want me to tell him it was alright? That I have already joined him on the bottom of the pit?

"What?" I whispered. He shook his head and stood up grabbing his cloak that seemed to have been separated from his body earlier. He cast me one last glance before he climbed out of the portrait hole. Say it Lily! SAY IT! "Wait." I whispered as he closed the door. I slumped into my seat. I did it again damn it. Say something! Go get him. I stood up and ran towards the door that came swinging open with James standing there. I didn't stop though and I ran straight into him knocking both of us over. "Why did you tell me those things?" I asked him ignoring the fact that I was on top of him. He looked up at me his cheeks had a tinge of pink coloring them,

"Because…I because-"

"Because you what James?" He looked at me oddly,

"Because I love you." My heart stopped. I knew he loved me, but why did it sound so…so…different coming from his mouth. His mouth that was opened slightly and looked like it wanted to be kissed. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER WOMAN!

"What?" I whispered,

"Merlin, damnit Lily I love you." He said again. My heart stopped again. Now I couldn't help my self. I kissed him. At that precise moment I landed in the pit. No I didn't land squarely on my feet. I landed on top of James Potter. In his open arms. Damn him for messing up my robes.

So take that Sirius Black I have so kissed someone.

The End.

Thanks to every one the read and reviewed this story. I might do a short story related...like an epilogue or something if you want me too.

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