Then and Now
"I hate school."
Lilith sank lazily next to Jamie, her legs coming intrusively to fall across his lap, she groaned dramatically massaging her temples.
"hmmm"
"Can't you be a bit more responsive, or are you preoccupied with the brooding hero thing, because if that's the case I'll make my self scarce "
The youth turned stunning green eyes on her slowly, they weren't just green, they were bright emerald. She had only ever seen one person who had eyes like that, and his seemed cold. Frozen.
"Sorry, just thinking about my dad" he choked slightly unable to say the last word easily, naturally, pain flashed across his face quickly becoming undistinguishable in the open emotions that raced across his features, "he won't see me"
Lilith shrugged, "You don't need him." she told him, almost ordering him.
He smiled, it was as close to comforting as she was going to get. He turned away from her again through, wishing she would leave him alone suddenly.
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself!" she snapped, punching his arm viciously to get his attention.
"Hey!" Jamie looked disgruntled at her, rubbing his now tender arm "Stop bulling me"
"I don't have a father." Her voice became impressively snobby, through years of practise, no doubt. "and look at me"
Jamie glanced sideways at her, "Yeah…that's what I'm worried about"
The petit girl raised a single fair eyebrow indignantly, "Why are we friends again?"
Jamie grinned pleasantly "We're not. I just felt sorry for you, you do look really rather pathetic "
The pale eyes narrowed with cold anger, "In that case, I withdraw my wondrous companionship and leave you in self-pity and excessive boredom." Lilith turned away from, him. Or as far as she could, since she was still sprawled over him.
"I love you too"
"Curl up in a corner somewhere and die, Jamie" she snarled venomously.
Jamie smiled as they settled into a comfortable silence, "Come on, princess" he rose to his feet, sending the thin girl tumbling gracelessly to the floor. "We're going to play
Quidditch."
"You sadistic bastard. Quidditch bruises me, I have delicate skin." growled the girl, flopping to the floor limply.
She was spread gracefully against the crimson carpet, silver hair like a broken halo around her thin face. Her voice didn't stick to the angelic image through, it came arrogantly forth, conceited and condescending. "Now, you will pick me up and put me back on that couch, right now!"
Jamie nudged her with the toe of his shoe, "Pleeasse…" he whined.
"That will not work on me, devil spawn!" she shouted, shielding her eyes with a flourish "I have a will of steel!"
Jamie shrugged and easily picked her up, throwing her casually over his shoulder.
"I told you, you need to eat more"
"What, so I can be bruised and over weight?" howled Lilith as he carted her away. " I am going to bring dire Malfoy vengeance on you, just you wait…. I know where you sleep James Potter"
Harry awoke with a start, his mouth open silently screaming to the horrors of his dreams. He gripped the corner of his desk as he stood, trying to expel the remains of sleep that haunted him in the shape of demons laughing in the corners of the room. Red eyes and snake like bodies, curling in the darkness…
He ran a agitated hand through his hair, his fingers coiling into the knots of his unkempt black curls, when was the last time he had brushed it?
It didn't matter anymore.
He eyes glanced at the grey walls, covering the stone was pictures and stories, thousand of newspaper clipping and long never ending lists of names, plans of buildings and photographs; that had people staring through haunted eyes at him. Condemning him, like always.
He found the one he sought easily, it was one of the oldest and worst kept, the edges of the parchment curling over and discolouring in age. Edged onto the yellow paper was properly the most detailed plan of Hogwarts ever made.
The Marauders map, his thin fingers traced the rooms mentally ticking off all the people's names he saw them drift across the parchment. There were so few names drifting around the map now.
When war had begun, Wizarding families had gone into hiding, trying to keep themselves from Voldermort, to send there children to Hogwarts was an open proclamation that they were against the dark lord. To do so was to risk death, Voldermort ignored those who he deemed below him, who kept out of the war, only those who were threats were killed. Maybe it would have been better if it had stayed that way. A lot less people's blood would be on Harry's conscious now.
They had spoken to each other once since the beginning of the war. Only once had they actually laid eyes on each other, the two icons for the dark and light side. It seemed so wrong when he thought about, all these people battling on both sides, so many casualties for there leaders. Yet both him and Voldermort were quite safely locked away, untouched, while so many died.
"Tell me, Harry, how many do you think will die for you? How many people's blood will you wear before you can't take anymore? You're no child now, you now exactly what will happen! So what does that make you? Knowing that you are sending people to there death?"
Voldermort's words were burned into his mind, he had been leaning against the burning remains of his house, arms folded casually at ease. Fingers drumming impatiently against his emerald clad arm. His body was too tall and thin to be natural, his bones looked as if they would pierce his sickly coloured skin at any moment, he had been dressed in false riches, ruby rings and velvet robes. It had been a sickening sight.
He hadn't been bothered by any of that through, his eyes had been fixated on the slender shadowy figure that hovered near Voldermort.
Malfoy.
He hadn't said anything, he had barely glanced at Harry his face showed none of the passionate loathing that had always been present in the boy at Hogwarts, instead, as he stood silently beside Harry's greatest enemy, he just seemed …resigned.
In the eternal darkness of Dumbledore's office Harry wondered what Malfoy was doing now. Lilith had told him that Draco was on the run from Voldermort, had been for over 14 years. But she could be lying, after all she was a Malfoy.
After the burning of Voldermort's home, he had all but disappeared. Rumours filtered to Harry of a city, a dark city, that was hidden from any locating spell or charm. It was the reason that no death eater had ever been caught since that day, because there was no where to capture them. Voldermort's new base could only be found if you knew where to find it. He had thought of sending a double agent in, but after the betrayal of Snape, Harry just couldn't bring himself to do it. He had his hands busy anyway, Voldermort was running circles around him. Every day a new crisis arose: Mungo's had been destroyed, the ministry had been bombed, Death eaters had been seen in killing in Scotland.
Harry sighed, when he had been younger, he had thought that good would somehow win and it would be over before anyone got hurt.
But the war had gone on for so long, children had been born and lived with nothing but his endless battle. Innocent people were dead and still the Dark Lord lived. It seemed hopeless.
His finger stopped.
James Potter
His son, out on the Quidditch pitch. Somehow it made his heart swell, almost painfully to see his son's name outside, playing Quidditch. But something caught his attention, making him grit his teeth angrily as he stared at the map, another name.
Lilith Malfoy
Her name was written in a flourish, extravagant and fake as she was. It wasn't that he disliked the girl, he'd only ever spoken to her twice, and she'd seemed polite enough.
But he'd seen what Lucius Malfoy had done, and Draco's name had been plastered over the headlines for years, ever since that incident with the Patil family, he had apparently overcome his fear of killing. After all that, he just could never trust anyone with the name Malfoy, all of them were inclined to evil, they all grew up with it, it was something that they were expected to be, and after a while they seemed to stop fighting it.
He hated the thought of his son being near her. He had told James as much over a year ago. So what had his rebellious son done? The next day the boy had stuck to the girl like glue, after a while it seemed their friendship had become genuine, not just to annoy Harry.
But Lilith knew who James was, she could just be using him, and the though scared him to no ends. It was possible one of the only things that did anymore.
This is disgustingly short. I should be kicked...
Plz review I want to know what you think of Lilith... she strangely reminds me of myself(? its a mystery?)... and I know people are reading, we have that new how many hits you get now... how cool is that?
