Llef ylil yhw -by Yo-yo

Disclaimer: C chappie #1.

Chapter 11- Shouldn't have to:

"Hey Guys," Lily managed a smile as she entered the dormitory.

"Lil, which one should I wear?" Fly asked, holding up a red sweater and a blue one.

"Sunny's green one," she answered automatically, while staring at Sunny who was rifling through her wardrobe. "So where are you guys going?"

"We're going to have a leaf fight in the forest." Sunny answered, before tugging on a green sweater.

"Hey," Fly called, "I was going to wear that!"

"The Forbidden Forest?" Lily asked with a brow raised.

"Yeah," she replied then called to Fly, "then toss me the red one."

Lily watched as Sunny tugged off the green sweater and chucked it across the room, barely catching the red sweater that Fly had tossed back.

"Only you two?" she asked plopping down on the bed as she watched the two comically get ready.

"Gosh no," Fly scoffed, "where's the fun in that?"

"So, with who?" she asked tucking a curl behind her ear.

Fly's words came out muffled as she pulled on the green sweater.

"What?" she asked, annoyance tainting her voice.

"Oh, the guys . . . ya' know Sirius, Pete-" Fly folded the collar of her blouse over the crew neck.

"I know who the guys are," Lily interjected.

"Oh, and Skye's gunna' be there."

"Skye? As in your little sister, Skye?"

"Yeah, well, she and James have been hanging around one another, so he invited her." She shrugged.

"Yeah," Fly sighed absentmindedly.

They were silent for a moment, Sunny stuffing her hair in a black beanie, Fly brushing her hair into a messy ponytail and Lily watching them expectantly. Finally, with a huff of exasperation, Lily left the room, slamming the door behind her.

"What's up with her?" Fly asked tying her hair with an elastic.

Sunny shrugged and wrapped a scarf around her neck.


"Damn," Sirius laughed rubbing his hands together as they entered the common room.

"It got cold," Fly grinned, pushing her flyaway hair from her face.

"You look adorable," he laughed taking in her rosy cheeks, red nose, glittering brown eyes and impish grin.

He leaned over and placed a kiss to her forehead as she playfully punched him in the arm.

"Aww," Sunny and Skye laughed behind them, with one of James's arms wrapped around each shoulder.

"Shut up," Fly laughed hitting both girls with her scarf.

"Hey guys, how 'bout some hot cider?" Remus grinned running into the trio, getting cries of admonishment from both girls.

"Great idea," Sunny grinned wrapping her arms around Remus and giving him a noogie.

"Hey," they heard Remus shout as they entered the boys' dormitory.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Sirius grinned as they climbed up the staircase.

"Yeah, did you see Skye's face when the leaf bomb blew up in her face!"

"Yeah, you should have seen your face when she chased after you hurling acorns at the back of your head!"

"Yeah, well you probably had the same look when Dee chased after you and jumped on your back. It was so funny watching you fall to the ground on your face. And the look you had when you looked up and spit the leaves from your mouth . . . priceless!" James laughed picturing the moment in his head.

"Yeah, well Delia can be great when she's not freaking out about Quidditch."

"Yeah, she can be really cool when she's not freaking out." James wrapped his arm around his best friend's shoulder.

When they reached their door, Sirius swung the door open and both boys stopped in confusion.

Sitting on Edgar's bed were Lily and Edgar, laughing. What was surprising about the situation was that Lily was in her bathrobe with damp curls and socks on her feet and Edgar was wearing pajama pants and a wife beater, his blond hair curling around his ears. They were both sitting there with Lily's hand on his chest and her forehead on his shoulder.

Sirius cleared his throat and their heads snapped to the sound; their smiles hardly fading.

"You two look cozy," he commented, glancing back at James whose hands had flown up to his hair.

Ed laughed looked back to Lily whose giggle bubbled through her throat.

"We've just been hanging round for a couple of hours," he grinned.

"I am just surprised to see you two hanging around like this. I didn't think you guys were that close."

Lily pushed her hair back, "So, how was the leaf fight?"

"Great," Sirius grinned. "Moony got Sunny good!"

"I'll bet," she grinned, looking back at Ed who began chuckling again.

"So, what have you two been up to today?" James asked, not liking the way she touched his arm and smiled with her eyes.

"Swimming, talking, bonding," Ed replied, ruffling her hair. "We're about to head out to Godric's Hollow to get some hot chocolate, so, we'll see ya' later."

Taking the hint, Lily stood up, careful of her robe opening and smiled to the guys. "I'll see you guys later. And Ed, I'll be ready in fifteen minutes."

"Sure," he nodded slightly.

Nodding to the boys, she left the dormitory and headed towards her own.

"So, what's with that?" Sirius asked, watching Ed as he pulled off his wife beater, and walked towards his wardrobe. "Are you guys together now?"

"Why are you even asking? Are you sweet on Miss Evans?"

"She's my friend; I don't want her getting hurt."

"I'm sorry Sirius, but you must have me mistaken with yourself and your best friend behind you. I don't break girls hearts and I certainly don't leave them crying."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." He frowned pulling on a t-shirt and a dark blue sweater.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't want to get in an argument with you Sirius. It's not that major- if you want to know, talk to your friend. I'm sure if she feels the same as you treat her, she'll have no problem telling you what I'm talking about."

"Don't fuck with her, Ed." James whispered, his silence finally getting to him.

"Where in the hell do you get the idea that I'm going to hurt her? Hell, she's only my friend. I'm not trying to get into her pants like you two do. I'm different, and I think it's about time that she's noticed that and stopped wishing you guys would change."

As he pulled on his jeans, James watched him, anger singeing his nerve endings. He was right. Ed would never hurt Lily; it wasn't in him. He was a great guy. But he was also right about Lily. He could see it in her eyes every time that she looked at them. She did wish they would change. Maybe not completely- he did know she loved them- but she did wish they were different . . . more mature.

"Just . . . be careful," James breathed, his hazel eyes darkening as he glared into Ed's blue ones.

"You should be careful too," he replied tugging on a pair of boots and grabbing a scarf and jacket.

Sirius and James watched Ed as he left the room, his golden hair like a comet as he disappeared behind the door.

"I love her," Sirius whispered, thinking of the hot-tempered girl with the hair to match.

"I love her too, man," James whispered, her green eyes and freckles making him smile.

"We'll lose her someday," Sirius sighed, "we're dicks."

Turning around and grabbing the Invisibility cloak from underneath his pillow, he turned to Sirius. "Well, we better get to the kitchens or we'll lose the other two."

Sirius nodded and they headed down the same way Ed had taken.


"Where are you going?" Sunny asked as Lily appeared once again in the common room, this time clad in a heavy sweater and jeans, instead of in her bathrobe.

"Out," she replied winding her scarf around her neck and tucking some escaped strands of hair back into her hat.

"By yourself?"

"With a friend," she answered before Edgar grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the common room.

"What's up with her?" Skye asked as Edgar whisked Lily out of the common room.

"What are you talking about?" Remus asked as he lay across the three girls, his head on Sunny's lap and his legs across Fly's.

"She was so . . . clipped. She didn't even give anything away. She was secretive, and I've never seen her like that, ever!"

"Maybe she's having a bad day or something?" Fly replied, pulling off her hat and letting her hair bounce around her head in messy waves.

"Maybe she's still pissed about her fight with James?"

"Have you guys even bothered to ask? Or even notice?"

"We've noticed, but we also know Lily. And when she wants to talk about something, she'll tell us. If not she won't. That's just the way she is, and we're not going to press her." Fly explained, knotting her hair away from her face.

Skye sighed, pushing the curls away from her face and looked into the fire.

"She just seems sad, is all. And you would think that you two would notice and at least bring up the situation. I know even if I didn't want to talk about it, it'd still be nice to know that my friends cared enough to bring it up."

"Skye," Remus groaned as she maneuvered her body to get out of her seat from beneath him.

"I'm just going to hang up my coat and see if Jordy or Vee are doing anything tonight. Gia has a date with Andrew."

"Ok."

Exiting the common room, Sunny sighed and scratched Moony's head, who had a sated grin on his face.

"So what do you think about the situation?" Peter, who was lying on the floor beside the couch asked.

"I don't know," Fly groaned, "ever since her fight with James, both of them have been really reserve. He's now been hanging with Skye and she hasn't been hanging with us. And then whenever we want to do something, its like we can't invite her or we'll hurt Potter. Or we can't invite Potter or we'll hurt Lils. And all I want to do is shout at them: 'Mommy, Daddy, stop fighting!'"

"Yeah, although they fight incessantly, it still is so hard to be around both of them without wanting to knock some sense into them." Remus added.

"Well, why don't we do that?" Pete asked, his blue eyes gazing at the ceiling.

"Do what?"

"Knock some sense into them. We can have an intervention explaining to them how we feel and how they're fighting only breaks up the group."

"We could get them to call a truce! We could make them sign a contract!" Sunny grinned looking down at the reverent Peter.

"Exactly, but we've got to do it soon. The holidays are coming up, and I don't want Lily to be a Scrooge. She already hates going back home and having to deal with Petunia." Fly agreed.

"So, we're in agreement?" Remus said.

"Agreement about what?" James asked as he and Sirius came upon the foursome, both of their arms piled with snacks and hot apple cider.

"In agreement that Professor McGonagall is off her rocker if she wants us to write that paper during the Christmas holidays." Fly saved.

"I don't know," he thought, "I finished it already. It was sort of fun."

"It's only fun because you're the best at Transfiguration. You just want to snub it in everyone's faces." Sunny scowled.

"Where's Skye?"

"Going to change out of her coat. She said she'd be back in a moment, she's talking to Jordan and Venus."

"So, who wants apple cider?"

"Not me actually."

"Nor me." Fly grinned.

"Me either." Remus replied.

"Not in the mood." Pete waved away the boys.

Their faces fell as Sunny, Fly, Remus and Peter engaged in a conversation, animatedly speaking amongst one another.

"Hey you guys, we risked our asses to get yous guys these drinks from the kitchens, you could at least pretend to want some." Sirius groaned, settling everything down on the coffee table before them.

"We're just shitting ya'." Fly grinned grabbing a steaming mug and brought it to her lips.

Only seconds after all four of them had taken a sip of the filling drink, they all sprouted feathers and busted into flames before returning back to their normal appearances.

"Dick," Sunny groaned, putting down the mug. "How am I going to trust the rest of this crap?"

"Don't worry, we only bewitched that stuff. Everything else is fine, and so is the cider after the first sip."

Rolling her eyes, Sunny began nibbling at an éclair.


Tap, tap, tap.

Alice Cooper was serenading her as she lay in her bed.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Brown Sugar, why do you taste so good-?" Mick Jaggar screamed into the mike.

Tap, tap, Tap.

The tapping grew more insistent until she finally pulled herself from the dream and groaned in reality.

"What?" she groaned, pushing a tuft of hair from her face.

Sitting up, she ripped open the hangings on her bed to find Noctem rasping at the closed window and Sunny and Fly's bed abandoned.

Climbing out of her bed, she trudged over to the window and unlatched it. Noctem flew in from the cold and Lily re-attached the window.

"Do I have a letter?" she asked as the ebony owl rested itself on her four-poster and stretched out a foot for Lily to take the letter.

"Shut up Lily," Millie groaned from her bed, her head drowning in a sea of pillows.

Pulling the letter from her leg, Lily unfurled the rolled notebook paper and read Petunia's impeccable cursive.

Dear Lillian,

Well, I guess you'll be hearing about this in a couple of days, but I won't be spending Christmas at home with the family. Mum, Da and I have discussed this thoroughly, and we've agreed that it's best. They don't want me to be uncomfortable, and I'm pretty sure that you don't want that either. I'll be home for New Years and we can go to that party at Kelly's (hopefully we won't get as wasted as last time and we can sneak in without Mum and Da knowing, or Douggie will take us in)! But I will not be there for Christmas dinner, I'll be spending it will Marge (that bitch) and her family (Kiera's coming too). So, write me back. I'm sure Mum and Da will be sending you the letter soon.

Sincerely,
Petunia Evans

Lily stared at the letter in disbelief. Her own sister wasn't spending Christmas at home with the family, and was instead opting to spend it with girls that she hated. And that left Lily all alone with her parents.

Groaning, she threw on a hoodie and some pajama pants and gathered her toiletries for the lavatory.

Trudging down the abandoned staircase to the Great hall, she stumbled to the Gryffindor table to find all her friends, excluding James, huddled at the end of the table with their heads together.

As soon as she came upon them, their conversation halted and they all looked up at her expectantly.

"Hey guys, what are you guys talking about?"

"We're not talking about anything," Peter gave her a blank look.

Sunny whacked him in the head and smiled to Lily, "Nothing important, so what's up."

"Well, Tuny just wrote me saying-"

"That's sad, Tiger," Sirius interjected, "but I have to go; will anyone else join me?" he asked looking at the rest of the group.

"I will," Sunny jumped up following Sirius out of the doorway.

"Me too." Fly mimicked.

"We'll go too." Remus pulled Peter up by the forearms, and following the other three.

She sighed as she plopped herself down on the seat and began ripping pieces from a nearby bagel. Picking up a knife, she spread on some hummus, and chugged down some pumpkin juice.

"Hey Lily, what's up?" Ieva asked, sitting beside the lonely girl.

Ieva was one of the few Muggle kids that Lily identified with. They'd met after the incident first year, and had been good friends ever since.

Ieva was beautiful. She had long, straight blonde hair with a few strands of blue low-lights. Her eyes were wide and blue, her nose long and straight, and her lips pouty and pink. She was tall and thin- an Arian goddess. Hitler would have no problem with her (except the fact that her country welcomed the Jews).

"Nothing, just stuffing my face in depression. I don't even like hummus." She groaned, pulling another piece from her bagel.

"You're in a rut too?"

"I've been in a rut for a few weeks now. It's not a rut anymore, it's a home."

"Rut sweet rut, can't you just imagine that needle pointed on a pillow?"

"Yeah, right next to: Friends, the gift that keeps on leaving." She rolled her eyes.

"What's up, I thought you guys were stuck like glue?"

"I don't know, but it has something to do with Potter; it's always something to do with Potter."

"You guys haven't made up yet?"

"Do you see any of them here? I think I've got the plague from how quickly they seem to scatter away from me whenever I appear. It makes me sick."

"Hmm, why don't you make up?"

"Because it's us. What's the use of making up if in three seconds we're going to start biting off one another's heads again?"

"Yeah . . . why don't we have a Muggle night?"

"A What?"

"A Muggle night. We'll spend the night being all that is Muggle! We'll paint our toenails, listen to records, watch movies, eat Muggle food, talk about Muggle boys, and just be Muggle teenagers for one night."

Her face brightened at the prospect of being a normal teenager just for one night. For one night to be completely careless, to have to only worry about Muggle things like homework and getting to the party tomorrow night.

"Sure. I'll go to the library and look for spells to play Muggle movies. But what about the food? I've got a few things, like Snickers bars and chocolate, but nothing else. My parents are already paranoid by all the cavities I've had. They won't send me any more junk food."

Ieva grinned.

"Well, I've got stuff. Chips, soda, frozen pizza, and even salsa! My Mum sends a care package every month, and it's not like I eat like a pig, so we've got enough to stuff our faces for at least a couple of nights."

"Great. So I'll meet you back here in a couple of hours?"

"Ok."

"Wait, whose dorm are we going to sleep in?"

"Well, yours is filled with your friends, who you're not too happy with right now. And there are a few more Muggles in Ravenclaw, I could invite Jenn Lynn, Catherine Orville and Denise Cheevy. And then all my roommates would go to someone else's dorm and that way, we'd have some fun. And maybe some of them will have food too. I'm really craving some French Onion dip."

"Sure." She didn't know the other girls, but didn't mind just getting away from everything she did know . . . or at least thought she once did.

"Ok, well I'll round up the troops, and we'll get back to one another in two hours."

"Ok," Lily smiled lifting herself from her seat and left the Great Hall.

Pulling her hair in a messy knot, she gathered her things in a knapsack and got ready for her night with the girls.

Millie sat on the bed asking her questions about the Muggle night.

"So you guys are going to eat 'chips'?"

"Yeah."

"What are chips?"

"Not fries, but American chips. They're cut potatoes, fried in fat and seasoned. They're great!"

"Why do you want to eat that?"

"It's good to fill yourself up with total filth. To absorb all that processed food into your body . . . you could almost feel the cancerous tumor growing inside of you."

"That's sick." Millie groaned.

"What's sick?" Sunny asked being followed in by Skye and Fly.

"I just came up with a disgustingly, morbid black joke. It was sick, and made me want to throw up just thinking about it."

"Then why did you say it?" Skye asked, a braid falling over her shoulder.

"Because it's true. It's sick stuff, but great. You die early when you eat it, but at least you die happy," she shrugged.

"So, where are you going?"

"Oh, Ieva and I are having a girl night with a couple of the girls from Ravenclaw."

"Oh," Sunny's voice fell. "Well, have fun."

"I will." She grinned putting her toiletries in the knapsack, along with her collections of records. "I'll see you guys in the morning."

"Ok," Fly replied, before blurting, "You're taking your records?"

"Yeah, we need some music. It's going to be so cool. I checked out some books and found some really cool spells. We're doing face masks, getting massages, manicures, pedicures, the works! I need this."

"Well, we'll see you."

"Bye guys," Lily grinned pulling the knapsack on her back and retreating towards the Ravenclaw common room.


"So, you've been getting really chummy with my sister?" Sunny asked plopping down on James's lap.

"Ow, Sunny, you're heavy!" he growled trying to arrange himself in a more comfortable manner.

"Thanks a lot James," she admonished with a frown on her face. "If I suddenly start throwing up in the loo after each meal it'll be all your fault!"

"But then you'll get to jump on me any time you want!"

"And hopefully impale you with my surprisingly sharp elbows." She grinned elbowing him.

"They're already sharp; you don't need to claim bulimia in order to impale me with them."

Rolling her eyes she leaned back on his chest, "So like I said before, you've been getting really chummy with my sister."

"She's easy to talk to."

"Hmm, that she is. But if you try anything or hurt her, I swear to Merlin I will get every guy I've ever met to come and kick your ass."

"What makes you think I'll try something?"

"I've met you before," she turned to him with a suspicious brow. "Don't hurt her."

"Don't worry, I won't."


"What are you doing up this late?" the Fat Lady at the portrait asked.

"I forgot something in my dorm. Can I just go in and get it?"

"Password?"

"Dribblecup."

"Every time I hear it, I feel sick. Who came up with this one anyway?"

"The Marauders, who else?" she rolled her eyes as the portrait swung open.

As soon as she stepped inside the common room, she felt like an intruder.

Sitting on the couch in front of the hearth were Skye and James, huddled together, engaged in an animated conversation. As soon as they heard the portrait door slam shut, their eyes jumped to her shocked figure, standing still, staring at them.

"Hey, Lily, how's the chick night going?" Skye asked her with that beautiful, compassionate, sweet smile of hers.

"I'm sorry," she whispered looking down. "I didn't mean to interrupt you guys. Uh, I just have to get something and I'll be out of your hairs."

"Lil-" James began his hand flying to his hair.

Before she could hear the rest of the comment, she dashed for the girls' dormitory, intent on not embarrassing herself anymore.

When she exited, she didn't even wait for their acknowledgement before hurtled out of the room as if the devil were chasing her.

Rounding the corner she slumped against the cold, stone walls and tried to capture her breath. Things weren't supposed to be this way. Her friends were supposed to be hers. They were supposed to want to hang out with her instead of with their little sister. The guys were supposed to be with her . . . he was supposed to be in love with her. . .

They shouldn't have to choose.

TBC . . .

A/N: hoped you liked this chapter. A few notes, sorry about the cancer remark, but that's how I feel. They pump all these chemicals into our food and then are surprised when we get cancer. That's why Americans get more cancer than any other country; it's all the crap we eat, all the processed food and imitations. If we just prepared our own food and stopped relying on the easy stuff, maybe things would be better.

And about the wasted comment: I don't drink, and I don't condone drinking, but not everyone is as innocent as they seem, and the same can be said for Lily. She's got some bad traits, along with some good ones. I'd rather her drink than to do drugs. But don't get me wrong. She's not a drunk and only does it for recreation, she's still a teenager. She's aloud to make stupid mistakes, just as long as she doesn't hurt anyone in the process (that's what I believe anyway).

w/ luv, Yo-yo