Llef ylil yhw
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: C chappie #1.
Chapter 15- Restarting:
"Did you guys get everything sorted?" Skye asked, grabbing his hand and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
James nodded and shot Lily a shy glance. The tips of her ears were red as he ruffled back his hair and replied,
"We decided to call a truce, for the kids."
"Great," Sirius exclaimed, going James a playful shove.
Lily checked the urge to smile at his bashful grin and looked away. A lump formed in her throat at the realization that it was Skye who put such a beautiful expression on his face, with only a simple glance.
She remembered their arguments when her clipped tone and seething rage had caused him to blush red. His face screwed in a lopsided, confused smile and a blush rose from the collar of his shirt, up his throat, past his cheeks, up to his ears and finally into his hair, where she couldn't distinguish the rush of blood any longer.
Why hadn't she noticed his whimsical expression then?
She knew the answer; because she always let her anger take over. Because she always let things get to her. Because she didn't think, she didn't care . . . she only reacted, damn the ramifications.
Because she was too in love with him to see past the hate.
Shaking the thought from her head, she lifted herself, disrupting the conversation that she was too self-absorbed to take notice existed.
"Tiger, where are you going?" Sirius removed his arm from around Sunny and brought it to her.
"Actually, I've still got some shopping to do, so I'm going to head out."
"Yeah," Sunny nodded. "I actually have to get a damned gift for my stupid sister. God, I wished she didn't exist."
"Shut up," Skye punched Sunny in the arm.
"Hey, watch it, I bruise easily." She scowled, punching her sister back.
"You're stupid easily, too." She retorted, with a menacing smile on her beautiful face.
"Well you're ugly easily."
"Great comeback, dumbass." Skye rolled her eyes, gently bumping James with her shoulder.
"I didn't want to make it too complicated; the fifth year mind is very slow."
"Anyways, if I gave you a few Galleons, do you think you could get a gift for Pinkie*?"
"Why can't you?" Sunny groaned, forgetting their brief banter. She didn't want to pick out another gift for the fickle eight-year-old.
"Because James and I are headed towards the 'Hallow.' Plus, you know what she likes better than me."
"A curse for being so stylish," Sunny sighed, holding out her hand to receive the golden coins.
Skye and Fly rolled their eyes and whispered comments beneath their breaths.
"Are we ready?" Moony asked, placing his head at the small of Sunny's back, almost intimately and guiding her out of the bar.
Peter, Lily, Fly and Sirius followed, two of them with matching smiles.
For half an hour they shopped. When they ran out of money they stumbled back up to Hogwarts in uninhibited mirth.
"Hey Lil, are you staying up with us?" Peter asked while wrestling Sirius for the seat closest to the fire.
She shook her head and let out a mammoth yawn. "The train leaves early tomorrow. I'm just going to tuck in. I'll make sure to find you guys tomorrow morning before I leave."
The gang nodded as she made her way up the staircase, briefly stopping to peer out the window and wonder if James and Skye were coming up the hill.
As she pulled the covers over herself later that night, she wondered why she hadn't told her friends about the invitation. Or why she felt out of her element as they stomped through Hogsmeade, something she'd never felt before.
Closing her eyes, she shifted over to her side and remembered the feel of James breath on her ear as he leaned closer to her, revealing a secret he had yet to reveal to anyone in his life.
"It started a few months ago. My Dad is an Auror, you know that, right?"
She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing. She didn't want him to know how much his nearness affected her.
She nodded slowly, her eyes trained towards the window, watching the snow tumble past the clouded windows.
"Yea."
"Well," he nodded, his lips slightly brushing against her ear. "A few months ago, my father and most of the Auror department had been reassigned to something that my mother found."
"What?"
Her words came out in a breath as her eyes fluttered close and he shifted his chair closer to her.
"All across the world, there's something brewing. She noticed that there were little bouts of Dark Arts being practiced in inconspicuous amounts, but were starting to get more serious. She spoke of this to Dumbledore and after weeks of research, they found the occurrences not so isolated and very much organized."
"What did she find?"
"A wizard," he breathed, his lips fluttering past her ear, gently brushing against it as he spoke to her.
"A wizard?"
"They do not know what he is called yet, but they know he is spreading the Dark Arts and is recruiting the dregs of the Magical world. There have been no incidents in the U.K. or America, but there is only a matter of time. All they know is that the guild calls themselves the 'Death Eaters.'"
Her eyes opened wide, her green orbs absorbing the information and the reality set in. She turned her face to him, their lips almost meeting.
"That doesn't sound good."
"It isn't," he whispered, something stirring behind his eyes.
For many long moments, their gazes held. It was as if his hazel eyes had wrapped themselves around her, pulling her towards him, making it impossible for her to escape.
Her breathing had slowed dramatically, so that she felt as if she weren't alive any longer. She didn't feel part of her body, part of her person. His eyes had consumed her and all that existed were the hazel orbs that seemed to promise her the world. His being seemed to embrace her, touch her, caress her. She could suddenly feel his fingertips flittering across her softened skin . . . softened just for him. She could feel his lips on her, she could feel his body against her, and she never wanted to pull away.
The moment remained for what she had wished was years, and soon he reached up and placed a finger to her brow, replacing a strand of flyaway hair. His eyes shifted to her brow, and he leaned himself forward, pressing a kiss to her.
"Be safe."
He eyes had drawn close at the feel of his lips to her skin. The sun exploded behind her eyelids and her something began to stir in her stomach. Before she could catch herself, he moved away . . . her entire being screamed for him again, for his touch, for his kisses.
He'd pushed himself away from her, sitting back in his stool which he had moved further back, his eyes checking his watch. He didn't look back at her, but she knew he could feel her nod to him, comprehending him.
It was only a minute later when the rest of the gang walked in laughing, and she and James put on amicable smiles.
Pulling the comforter to her shin, she wondered what would have happened if he hadn't been dating Skye. If they weren't so explosive.
He would have probably ducked his head and captured her lips. He would have wrapped her in his warmth, making her body lift to his touch, to his feel. He would have made her feel the way she had that night, when Remus changed, when she couldn't suppress her need for him any longer.
~***~
"You ready to go?" Sunny asked, watching as Lily meticulously placed her pressed clothes into an overnight bag. She didn't have much to carry, since most of her clothes stayed at home anyway.
"Sure," she nodded, not looking up.
They had gone back to the way things were before, yet she did not feel the same way. She loved her friends, and would never change their situation, but it was as if they were starting over, awkward and overly sensitive.
"I wanted to give you something. Your Christmas gift." She smiled, a smile lightening her mocha features, and a curl dropping down in front of her eyes, not managing to cover the knowing smirk.
"Don't you want me to open it on Christmas?"
"Not really. I bought it for you when we were going through that thing, and I wanted you to have it, well now. Even though we're back, I know you're still sad."
"It's not your fault-" she began.
"I know, you're just a little down, and I want to cheer you up."
With that, Sunny produced a small package from behind her back and slipped out the room before Lily could object.
Sighing, she pushed her curls from her forehead, trying not to think of the night before when James had pressed his lips there.
Gently she undid the golden bow and pried open the wrapped box. Unfolding the newspaper, her breath caught and she stumbled onto her bed. Before she uncovered the entire gift, she saw the golden chain and instantly knew what it was. Beneath the green and red pieces of paper, there was a golden ring on a golden chain, with an onyx stone decorating the top. On the inside the ring the inscription read, "Je t'aime."
Suddenly, she was brought back in second year. Her legs were pulled up to her stomach and she was swimming in something she was sure no one would understand. The gang had tried to comfort her, but nothing could quell the sorrow that wrapped around her and constricted her movements.
She had lost her grandmother's engagement ring.
The one she wore around her neck, the one her mother had given her the Christmas of her first year, hoping it would ease the anxiety of going back.
Grandplum had died the year before she'd started Hogwarts. Before, she had lived with the family, needing to be closely monitored. She was a schizophrenic. The disease had revealed itself during the years of the war when her husband had gone to fight. And when he never came back, Aaron committed his mother. For years before and after his marriage to Susan, he'd taken on the burden of paying for Sunview Psychiatric Center. But after Petunia was born and with Lily on the way, the financial burden proved enormous and they took her in; she was heavily medicated.
Although she'd always known that Grandplum was not okay, that didn't stop her weary movements and her childlike speech from capturing her heart, and tugging at her heartstrings. She remembered all the nights they'd sat up, the rain their soundtrack as they colored together. She remembered the way Grandplum would read to her, each of the words enraptured her, pulling her into the story, and feeling every emotion spilled from the page. She would burst into tears if someone died, even early on. She would laugh at the jokes, even if they weren't funny. She would fawn over the ugly duckling that was transformed to a swan. She was a child, in mind and in spirit. She was everything. . .
And Lily had lost the engagement ring.
She'd tried as many locating spells that she could obtain, but nothing could find the only piece of jewelry she needed . . . the only piece she cherished.
Back to her seat on the bed, she touched the ring with her index finger, afraid she'd break it with a touch.
There was a small card beneath the ring, written in Sunny's handwriting:
It took a long time, and a lot of manpower, but we found it. -With love, The Gang
Taking a moment to attach the necklace around her neck, she dashed down the staircase and hurtled into her friends, wrapping her arms around them and pressing kisses to everyone.
"I love you guys so much," she whispered, into their ears, tears tumbling down her eyes.
"We love you too." They whispered back, pressing kisses for her too.
They followed her to the train station. And bid her farewell. The entire way home, she cried, remembering the invitations she'd never told them about.
TBC. . .
A/N: Hey you guys, its back. I sort of like this chapter. The end sounds like fill-in shit, but it's still pretty good. Well, actually that's your decision. Update please, and I'm trying to update as soon as possible. Linda, this is your prom present, so be grateful.
P.A/N: *Pinkie is the next addition to the Benoire family. She, so far is their youngest sister. I'm planning on their being four Benoire girls. Seeing as how it's so hard to come up with their names, you're just going to have to wait for it when it comes up. Pinkie's real name is Rose, which is pink in French, so her nickname is Pinkie. I don't know if she'll be actually in the fic or just her name. Well, stay tuned. And R&R.
W/ luv, Yo-yo
Disclaimer: C chappie #1.
Chapter 15- Restarting:
"Did you guys get everything sorted?" Skye asked, grabbing his hand and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
James nodded and shot Lily a shy glance. The tips of her ears were red as he ruffled back his hair and replied,
"We decided to call a truce, for the kids."
"Great," Sirius exclaimed, going James a playful shove.
Lily checked the urge to smile at his bashful grin and looked away. A lump formed in her throat at the realization that it was Skye who put such a beautiful expression on his face, with only a simple glance.
She remembered their arguments when her clipped tone and seething rage had caused him to blush red. His face screwed in a lopsided, confused smile and a blush rose from the collar of his shirt, up his throat, past his cheeks, up to his ears and finally into his hair, where she couldn't distinguish the rush of blood any longer.
Why hadn't she noticed his whimsical expression then?
She knew the answer; because she always let her anger take over. Because she always let things get to her. Because she didn't think, she didn't care . . . she only reacted, damn the ramifications.
Because she was too in love with him to see past the hate.
Shaking the thought from her head, she lifted herself, disrupting the conversation that she was too self-absorbed to take notice existed.
"Tiger, where are you going?" Sirius removed his arm from around Sunny and brought it to her.
"Actually, I've still got some shopping to do, so I'm going to head out."
"Yeah," Sunny nodded. "I actually have to get a damned gift for my stupid sister. God, I wished she didn't exist."
"Shut up," Skye punched Sunny in the arm.
"Hey, watch it, I bruise easily." She scowled, punching her sister back.
"You're stupid easily, too." She retorted, with a menacing smile on her beautiful face.
"Well you're ugly easily."
"Great comeback, dumbass." Skye rolled her eyes, gently bumping James with her shoulder.
"I didn't want to make it too complicated; the fifth year mind is very slow."
"Anyways, if I gave you a few Galleons, do you think you could get a gift for Pinkie*?"
"Why can't you?" Sunny groaned, forgetting their brief banter. She didn't want to pick out another gift for the fickle eight-year-old.
"Because James and I are headed towards the 'Hallow.' Plus, you know what she likes better than me."
"A curse for being so stylish," Sunny sighed, holding out her hand to receive the golden coins.
Skye and Fly rolled their eyes and whispered comments beneath their breaths.
"Are we ready?" Moony asked, placing his head at the small of Sunny's back, almost intimately and guiding her out of the bar.
Peter, Lily, Fly and Sirius followed, two of them with matching smiles.
For half an hour they shopped. When they ran out of money they stumbled back up to Hogwarts in uninhibited mirth.
"Hey Lil, are you staying up with us?" Peter asked while wrestling Sirius for the seat closest to the fire.
She shook her head and let out a mammoth yawn. "The train leaves early tomorrow. I'm just going to tuck in. I'll make sure to find you guys tomorrow morning before I leave."
The gang nodded as she made her way up the staircase, briefly stopping to peer out the window and wonder if James and Skye were coming up the hill.
As she pulled the covers over herself later that night, she wondered why she hadn't told her friends about the invitation. Or why she felt out of her element as they stomped through Hogsmeade, something she'd never felt before.
Closing her eyes, she shifted over to her side and remembered the feel of James breath on her ear as he leaned closer to her, revealing a secret he had yet to reveal to anyone in his life.
"It started a few months ago. My Dad is an Auror, you know that, right?"
She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing. She didn't want him to know how much his nearness affected her.
She nodded slowly, her eyes trained towards the window, watching the snow tumble past the clouded windows.
"Yea."
"Well," he nodded, his lips slightly brushing against her ear. "A few months ago, my father and most of the Auror department had been reassigned to something that my mother found."
"What?"
Her words came out in a breath as her eyes fluttered close and he shifted his chair closer to her.
"All across the world, there's something brewing. She noticed that there were little bouts of Dark Arts being practiced in inconspicuous amounts, but were starting to get more serious. She spoke of this to Dumbledore and after weeks of research, they found the occurrences not so isolated and very much organized."
"What did she find?"
"A wizard," he breathed, his lips fluttering past her ear, gently brushing against it as he spoke to her.
"A wizard?"
"They do not know what he is called yet, but they know he is spreading the Dark Arts and is recruiting the dregs of the Magical world. There have been no incidents in the U.K. or America, but there is only a matter of time. All they know is that the guild calls themselves the 'Death Eaters.'"
Her eyes opened wide, her green orbs absorbing the information and the reality set in. She turned her face to him, their lips almost meeting.
"That doesn't sound good."
"It isn't," he whispered, something stirring behind his eyes.
For many long moments, their gazes held. It was as if his hazel eyes had wrapped themselves around her, pulling her towards him, making it impossible for her to escape.
Her breathing had slowed dramatically, so that she felt as if she weren't alive any longer. She didn't feel part of her body, part of her person. His eyes had consumed her and all that existed were the hazel orbs that seemed to promise her the world. His being seemed to embrace her, touch her, caress her. She could suddenly feel his fingertips flittering across her softened skin . . . softened just for him. She could feel his lips on her, she could feel his body against her, and she never wanted to pull away.
The moment remained for what she had wished was years, and soon he reached up and placed a finger to her brow, replacing a strand of flyaway hair. His eyes shifted to her brow, and he leaned himself forward, pressing a kiss to her.
"Be safe."
He eyes had drawn close at the feel of his lips to her skin. The sun exploded behind her eyelids and her something began to stir in her stomach. Before she could catch herself, he moved away . . . her entire being screamed for him again, for his touch, for his kisses.
He'd pushed himself away from her, sitting back in his stool which he had moved further back, his eyes checking his watch. He didn't look back at her, but she knew he could feel her nod to him, comprehending him.
It was only a minute later when the rest of the gang walked in laughing, and she and James put on amicable smiles.
Pulling the comforter to her shin, she wondered what would have happened if he hadn't been dating Skye. If they weren't so explosive.
He would have probably ducked his head and captured her lips. He would have wrapped her in his warmth, making her body lift to his touch, to his feel. He would have made her feel the way she had that night, when Remus changed, when she couldn't suppress her need for him any longer.
~***~
"You ready to go?" Sunny asked, watching as Lily meticulously placed her pressed clothes into an overnight bag. She didn't have much to carry, since most of her clothes stayed at home anyway.
"Sure," she nodded, not looking up.
They had gone back to the way things were before, yet she did not feel the same way. She loved her friends, and would never change their situation, but it was as if they were starting over, awkward and overly sensitive.
"I wanted to give you something. Your Christmas gift." She smiled, a smile lightening her mocha features, and a curl dropping down in front of her eyes, not managing to cover the knowing smirk.
"Don't you want me to open it on Christmas?"
"Not really. I bought it for you when we were going through that thing, and I wanted you to have it, well now. Even though we're back, I know you're still sad."
"It's not your fault-" she began.
"I know, you're just a little down, and I want to cheer you up."
With that, Sunny produced a small package from behind her back and slipped out the room before Lily could object.
Sighing, she pushed her curls from her forehead, trying not to think of the night before when James had pressed his lips there.
Gently she undid the golden bow and pried open the wrapped box. Unfolding the newspaper, her breath caught and she stumbled onto her bed. Before she uncovered the entire gift, she saw the golden chain and instantly knew what it was. Beneath the green and red pieces of paper, there was a golden ring on a golden chain, with an onyx stone decorating the top. On the inside the ring the inscription read, "Je t'aime."
Suddenly, she was brought back in second year. Her legs were pulled up to her stomach and she was swimming in something she was sure no one would understand. The gang had tried to comfort her, but nothing could quell the sorrow that wrapped around her and constricted her movements.
She had lost her grandmother's engagement ring.
The one she wore around her neck, the one her mother had given her the Christmas of her first year, hoping it would ease the anxiety of going back.
Grandplum had died the year before she'd started Hogwarts. Before, she had lived with the family, needing to be closely monitored. She was a schizophrenic. The disease had revealed itself during the years of the war when her husband had gone to fight. And when he never came back, Aaron committed his mother. For years before and after his marriage to Susan, he'd taken on the burden of paying for Sunview Psychiatric Center. But after Petunia was born and with Lily on the way, the financial burden proved enormous and they took her in; she was heavily medicated.
Although she'd always known that Grandplum was not okay, that didn't stop her weary movements and her childlike speech from capturing her heart, and tugging at her heartstrings. She remembered all the nights they'd sat up, the rain their soundtrack as they colored together. She remembered the way Grandplum would read to her, each of the words enraptured her, pulling her into the story, and feeling every emotion spilled from the page. She would burst into tears if someone died, even early on. She would laugh at the jokes, even if they weren't funny. She would fawn over the ugly duckling that was transformed to a swan. She was a child, in mind and in spirit. She was everything. . .
And Lily had lost the engagement ring.
She'd tried as many locating spells that she could obtain, but nothing could find the only piece of jewelry she needed . . . the only piece she cherished.
Back to her seat on the bed, she touched the ring with her index finger, afraid she'd break it with a touch.
There was a small card beneath the ring, written in Sunny's handwriting:
It took a long time, and a lot of manpower, but we found it. -With love, The Gang
Taking a moment to attach the necklace around her neck, she dashed down the staircase and hurtled into her friends, wrapping her arms around them and pressing kisses to everyone.
"I love you guys so much," she whispered, into their ears, tears tumbling down her eyes.
"We love you too." They whispered back, pressing kisses for her too.
They followed her to the train station. And bid her farewell. The entire way home, she cried, remembering the invitations she'd never told them about.
TBC. . .
A/N: Hey you guys, its back. I sort of like this chapter. The end sounds like fill-in shit, but it's still pretty good. Well, actually that's your decision. Update please, and I'm trying to update as soon as possible. Linda, this is your prom present, so be grateful.
P.A/N: *Pinkie is the next addition to the Benoire family. She, so far is their youngest sister. I'm planning on their being four Benoire girls. Seeing as how it's so hard to come up with their names, you're just going to have to wait for it when it comes up. Pinkie's real name is Rose, which is pink in French, so her nickname is Pinkie. I don't know if she'll be actually in the fic or just her name. Well, stay tuned. And R&R.
W/ luv, Yo-yo
