The Diary of Lily Audrey Potter

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Battle of Life and Death

Authors Note: Sorry this took me so long. I was in an inner battle for weeks on end as to whether certain characters should be kept alive or not. One person, who knows nothing of this story, gave me a WONDERFUL idea that will most likely be used in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and friends or foes, nor do I own the title of this chapter. That would come from Good Charlotte's newest CD.

Dedication: To all the healthy people in the world. God bless you. May you never have to suffer the flu.

February 15th, 12:30 AM

The Great Hall

Hogwarts has been gathered into one room, and all of the girls who had crushes on James are creating a shrine to him in a corner. I wish they would get over themselves. My bother is half-dead, and could possibly be dead right now, and all they can do is gather their pictures of him and "mourn" his "death." HE'S NOT EVEN DEAD YET! DON'T THESE PEOPLE CARE THAT REMUS HAS REFUSED TO COME OUT OF THE HEAD BOY BATHROOM, AND SIRIUS IS FLYING NON-STOP AROUND THE QUIDDITCH PITCH WITH BLUDGERS, NOT BOTHERING TO AVOID THEM?

I guess not.

The Head Girl is screaming about something, so I better go see what it is.

Lily

Ten minutes later

Same place

Remus tried to drown himself in the bathtub. DO MY BROTHERS CARE? IT'S LIKE, JAMES IS ALMOST DEAD, SO THE OTHER TWO ATTEMPT TO COMMIT SUICIDE! DO PEOPLE NOT CARE THAT A FAMILY NEEDS TO STICK TOGETHER, NOT COMMIT SUICIDE?

Once more, I guess not.

Bray and Jay are sitting next to me. Bray has named the tissue box she is holding. Its name is Fredrick, and it's Italian. Meanwhile, Jay has also named her tissue box. Its name is Bob, and Bob is a penguin in a tissue boxes disguise. I'm sitting here, not naming my tissue box, and crying. My friends are trying to make me smile, but sometimes, that's hard to do. Like when your brother is attacked by Dracula.

"Hark!" Bray is saying, "I have a name for this nameless tissue box!" And she holds up my tissue box.

"What?" Jay asks.

"Nameless!" She says.

"What?" Both Jay and I say.

"Nameless, that's its name!"

Sometimes I wonder where I meet these people.

Lily

Ten minutes later

Same place

James just died. But, through the healing powers of CPR, he was revived. I guess Dad started freaking out when James died, that he did CPR, and he came back to life. But we'll see how long that lasts.

And now I'm crying again.

But…I just can't stand to loose someone like James. He was always there for me. We had our differences, sure, but he was my little brother, even if it was by a few minutes. I would look after him, and he would do the same for me. He was always there when I needed a mosh pit or a shoulder to cry on, was always there when other girls my age called me a freak because I wanted to take piano and guitar lessons instead of learn how to tap dance and have tea parties. When Mum went away for a weekend with Dad, he was right there with me. He was always the brother to help me nurse my injuries and different mishaps when I would do something stupid.

And now to hear that he's died, and come back, it makes me wish I could be with him and hold his hand while he faces death. It breaks my heart that all I can do is watch those fools build their shrine to my dieing brother…wait a minute….

Five minutes later

Being hit in the back with votive candles

I went over to the "Potter Worshippers" corner and started throwing their shrine to James in the candles they assembled. So they started throwing votive candles at me, and one person threw a picture of James at me.

Looking at this picture makes me realize how much like Dad James looks. He's an exact replica, except with brown eyes and different glasses, and most days, contacts. It's scary in a way. McGonagall is insisting lights out, but before she does, she's explaining why we're all in here:

"As some of you may know, James Potter was attacked by Count Dracula, himself." Now there's a collective gasp. "And, we have reason to believe that he may still be in the castle. Please, do not panic, we have aurors standing guard, and you will be tightly locked in. Please, if you do talk, whisper, some people may be sleeping."

And now the lights are dimmed and everyone is talking in a hushed roar. I wish they would all shut up; silence would be nice right now.

Lily

Later, Noon

The Great Hall

We are having my favorite food, tacos, but I can't look at food right now. It makes me want to throw up. James' fan club is glaring at me, and I'm pretty sure that they are planning to catapult beans at my face. But I could care less. This is the only time today that I have not been sobbing.

Remus gave me a big hug, and apologized for trying to kill himself, and said he wasn't thinking properly. Meanwhile, it's pouring down rain, and Sirius is still outside, flying around. I think he's trying to kill himself, even though he knows James is alive. It's Saturday, so there is no class, so it's not like I'm missing anything, but I want Sirius to come back in. I mean, I realize it's his way with dealing what's happening to James, but flying in this weather?

I think I just saw lightening, I'm getting Sirius.

Lily

February 15th, 6-ish PM

Common Room

As freaky as this sounds, I had a heart-to-heart with Sirius. It was weird, because I never get into a serious discussion with him. He talked to me about how having James attacked was like losing his best friend, and I can relate. Sirius and James were the closest out of all of us. They were the ones who were always together. Remus and I would do things together, and we all did things with each other, but Sirius and James had that bond. They were just…special.

Sirius is up in his dorm, sleeping, hopefully. Remus is with his girlfriend, Gabby. She's a sixth year, and she's really nice. And I'm just kinda…sitting here. Dan is across from me, doing the crossword puzzle in today's Daily Profit, and scratching his head.

"Five letter word for a mean person…." He mumbles.

"Bitch," I answer.

February 16th, 9:00 AM

Common Room

At 12:56 AM, this morning, James was taken off of life support.

MY BROTHER CAN BREATHE ON HIS OWN!

How exciting is that? I mean, HE'S NOT DEAD!

Okay. I'm going to shut up now.

Lily

Later

My Dorm

Libby is now the bane of my existence. She was prancing around the Great Hall at breakfast saying how terrible it was that James hadn't died. She was basically yelling in my face how triadic it was that he survived and that my family deserves a loss. She blames James for her break-ups with Sirius and Freddy, one of my cousins. A couple of sixth years around me held me down and prevented me from attacking that bitch, but no one held down Remus, and he attacked her. As a result, Remus is no longer Head Boy, and has been sent home for a week. Sometimes I wish life had turned out differently.

Lily

So...please review. It would make me feel better. Please? You know you want to. Your so tempted to review. Who cares what your mind says, follow your gut instinct!

Red, an underpaid ill babysitter