The Makings of Destiny
By: NM Rizzuto aka Gremlin15
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, therefore, Lily, James, Sirius, Emmeline, Dorcas,Remus, Hestia, Peter, and many last names are not mine. Some characters, such Paula, Kerina, and McClaggen are mine. No events in this story were created solely off of my imagaination. In other words, everything that seems familiar was written by, or is related to the world created by, one JK Rowling, and I do not wish to infirm on any copyrights by creating this story for my sole enjoyent. All chapter names and any quotes found in chapters were said from either Napoleon or Winston Churchill.
Summary: Before there was Harry, there was Lily and James. Lily never expected to do anythign great in life. She just wanted to live her life. To have some fun. But sometimes, just sometimes, the most unsuspecting person is the main character in the shaping of the Destiny of the world. Sometimes the world's fate really is in the palm of your hand. Lily is about to find all this out. LilyJames MWPP fic.
Chapter 6: The Trial
We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him.
The trial was, on all accounts, terrifying. We left early that morning. It was cold and lifeless and everyone watched us leave. James and I were dressed formally; it was an unspoken rule to dress formally when going to a court house.
We were separated from Dorcas upon reaching the courthouse. Her face went form scared to horrified in the span of three seconds. I went to go after her, but James grabbed my shoulder and steered me into our appointed spots.
The trial went on and on. It seemed as if Dorcas would be set free, if James and mine stories were strong and plausible. I was called up first, mainly because my story had more substance. No one would ever believe that a seventeen year old wizard was that skilled of a Legilimens, not even the Great James Potter.
"Lillian Marie Evans, if you would please come to the stand," the judge called out. I nodded, numbly, and rose. The stand was hard and uncomfortably, but it barely bothered me. My friend could be sent to prison if I screwed this up.
"Lillian-" the man began. But I cut him off. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it my way.
"Lily." I corrected.
"-Sorry, Lily," the questioner continued, "Will you object to being put under the influence of Veritsireum?" I shook my head and drank the bottle I was given. "Where were you the night of October 31, 1976?"
"In my common room, with James Potter, getting together some last minute plans for various activities around the school," I replied, completely honest. Of course, I don't remember saying this; I saw it all in James's pensive.
"How did you learn of these events?" the Questioner continued. And so it when on and on. Finally, I was given the antidote and told to sit down. It was amazing I was able to walk the twenty feet back to my chair, I was so dizzy.
They called James up next. He was placed under the influence of Veritsireum and then asked questions similar to my own. He answered each one perfectly, but I could tell by the way his eyes were unclouded that he had fought off the effects of Veritsireum. I didn't think that was possible, but then again, I never thought Dorcas would be a murderer. I guess you learn something new everyday.
James was given the antidote a full thirty minutes later, and then the courtroom was dismissed. I knew that this meant the verdict would be in when we returned, so I decided that coffee would be the absolute best thing for me right then. James, having read my mind, smiled at me and said, "Coffee?"
I nodded, gratefully, and the two of us went to the café on the third floor to get some much needed caffeine.
"So, what do you think?" I asked James as I drank my vanilla bean cappuccino.
"I think they'll find her innocent," James said, comfortingly, "But there's always that chance…"
I knew what he meant, you could never be sure of how people perceive things unless they're going to tell you. I looked down at my cappuccino and sighed heavily.
"Hey," James said, "It's gonna be okay."
"How do you know?" I demanded, my voice shaky and unstable.
"It's just one of those feelings," James replied. This made me mad.
"One of those feelings! One of those feelings! You mean like the feeling that made you befriend a werewolf? Or maybe it was the feeling that made you save Snape? What feeling are you talking about, Potter?" Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that.
"How dare you!" James cried, "Remus is the best friend a guy could ask for. Just because he has a slight illness doesn't mean there's anything wrong with him! And Snape…would you rather he died?" James's hazel eyes were burning with anger now. I really shouldn't have pissed him off.
"There's nothing wrong with being his friend, but becoming an illegal animagus, that's….well it's illegal!" my voice was crazy low with only the smallest hint of remorse in it.
"How do you know? Who told you?" James demanded. Oh, dear God, now what do I say? Emma told me after I found a big black dog following her every where one day.
"I…never mind. I'm being an arsehole. Look let's forget it, alright?" I pleaded; I didn't want Emma in trouble, not with James.
"Tell me or I'll force it out of you," James warned. There was a no-nonsense look in his eyes that scared me half to death.
"Emma," I said, ever so lowly, "Emma told me."
James sighed, "Are you…are you going to report us?"
"I've known since fifth year, do you honestly think you'd still be in school had I reported you?" I asked, thanking every God in the universe that he didn't seem mad anymore.
"No…I guess not," he replied. And we didn't say another word until it was time to go.
"Hey, Flower?" James asked, using the annoying nickname that I loved so much.
"Yes, James?" I replied.
"Thanks," he said. And I knew that was the hardest word he had ever said to me. James Potter never said thank you.
I wanted to rub it in his face, I wanted to laugh heartedly. But the look in his eyes told me I shouldn't. "You're welcome," was all I said.
We walked back into the courtroom and sat down. The judge came in and everything went silent.
"The jury has reached a verdict," the Judge stated.
"Yes, your Honor, we find the accused guilty of murder in the second degree. But we are pardoning her for being under the influence of the Imperious Curse. Dorcas Meadows, you will be taking courses four times a week with Professor Dumbledore to learn how to throw off the Imperious Curse," the main juror stated.
The judge nodded and smiled at Dorcas, "Court dismissed."
I jumped out of my chair and rushed over to hug Dorcas. She was crying heavily now, and all I could do was hold her tight. We apparated to the edge of Hogwarts, Dorcas still sobbing into my shoulder. I was going to have her walk back, but James surprised us all. He picked Dorcas up and carried her back to the door.
When we arrived, we found Peter sitting at the door. "I…Dorcas, I want to apologize for the way I behaved these past few weeks," Peter said, "I just…oh God I miss her so much. I'm sorry."
And that's when I started to laugh hysterically. Because if I didn't laugh I would have cried. And Dorcas was crying enough already. Everyone stared at me, but James, James seemed to have understood. He grabbed my hand and the four of us made our way back into the Great Hall. My hand was still firmly in James's grasp.
Thankfully, the Great Hall was empty and I was able to pull my hand away and regain some composure. We had a small snack and then left the Great Hall, looking for Sirius, Remus, and the crew.
Kit49: I'm glad you find this fic original. I hate cliches and I thought this fic should be something special.
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Prongs312: I'm glad you liked that one. Yes, I do so enjoy the trial idea.
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A/n: Okay everyone, I am now posting a help needed ad. So please read carefully.
Help Wanted: Beta Needed
Requirements:
Must be willing to read all of my junk and edit it for plot, grammar, and spelling
Must have a seventh grade education at the least
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I would be willing to beta for you if you wish to trade services. I was student editor of my school's newspaper and top of my class in English. So, if you want to trade services, I would be honored.
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-Gremlin-