The 10th chapter is up! No excuses for its abysmal delay! So shoot me!
But please, read first. Btw, I've tried to make this chapter longer. It
fills 5 pages and contains 2515 words. So if you start telling me it was
too short, bugger off! Btw, if you're reading this on , the
paragraphs are very fucked it...when I press Enter on Word, it doesn't show
on , so I had to have a line between dialogue and stuff....
Lily woke up, not knowing if it was a weekday or a weekend, with the sudden urge to write something. She didn't know why or what she wanted to write, but her mind was so full of thoughts and ideas that she just wanted to get them jotted down. Like she was afraid they were going to be forever lost if she didn't. She reached out for her homework on her nightstand, sliding a few books away from a piece of parchment. She searched quickly for a quill and some ink, found some, and then blankly stared at the just as blank parchment. She didn't know what to write at all now. The thoughts were indistinctly racing around in her head, but she couldn't grab and hold just one of them; they were all going too fast. So she decided on a doodle. Everyone could draw a doodle.
Examining her work of art, she neatly labeled the doodle "art". Then she drew another doodle. She labeled that "anti-art". A new idea formed in her mind, and she began to write.
"This world is divided into the good and the bad
The happy and the sad
What you'll never have
There's culture and opinions and authority
And the anti-culture, which much be a minority"
She reread her work. It was short and hard to understand the meaning of, and she hated it. But hey, it was her first work (the two previously drawn doodles huffed at this, feeling greatly ignored), and Shakespeare had probably hated his first works, too. Maybe even all of his works. Lily decided to read some Shakespeare since she was bored out of her wits in the damn hospital wing, anyway. Yes, she would develop her creative abilities now that she had the chance. But before she could get started on any major project, exhaustion got the better of her, and she fell onto her pillow, already asleep.
"Hey! Lily!" Lily woke up, confused. Who...? She looked around. Bed...wall...wall...bed...James!
"Yeah?" she asked haughtily.
"Is this yours?" And to Lily's horror, he waved her piece of parchment in the air.
"That's mine, give it back!" she yelled, trying to snatch it fro him, but James just laughed.
"This world is divided into the good and the bad," he exclaimed dramatically, flourishing the parchment unnecessarily, "the happy and the sad, what you'll never have. There's culture and opinions and authority, and anti-culture, which must be a minority. Very touching, Evans." Since when had James started calling her Evans? Oh well, who cared, she just needed her piece of parchment back before she died of embarrassment.
"Just give it back, ok?" She said. She was still exhausted. James looked at her, surprised. He had never heard her so weak and surrendering before. He got up and handed her the parchment guiltily, not commenting on Lily's strange behavior. He hadn't known she might have been hurt by him making fun of her poem. But it was just a joke, didn't she get that? He was just teasing her, no harm in it at all!
But catching James by surprise (again), Lily said: "What day is it?" She sounded and looked completely civilized. James went back to his bed before answering.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully.
"Have you ever read Shakespeare?" she asked him, leaning her head in her hand and looking at him earnestly. James was utterly perplexed. What had happened to the Lily that he had known, previously so bitter and uninterested? Oh well, he decided, this might be one of her rare good days. So he chose to answer her question honestly.
"No, I can't say I have."
"Hmm," Lily sighed and rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. "I want to read some of his stuff. I've never gotten around to reading much, only things for school."
"Yeah?" James said. "I recommend you start with something less advanced and incomprehensible than Shakespeare, though. Maybe Muggle writers like, I don't know, John Irving."
Lily looked puzzled at him. "How do you...?"
"I read, you know!" James replied, playing offended.
"Oh," said Lily, looking genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, I like John Irving. But if you haven't previously read a lot just for fun, then maybe you should start with something smaller. Maybe Eoin ?"
"Eoin Colfer. He writes these really cool books about a Muggle kid named Artemis Fowl who's an absolute genius. They're really interesting."
"Oh, ok, I'll try that out to start with," Lily said, still feeling a bit perplexed regarding James and his unknown wisdom about books. "But how do you know about muggle books?"
"Oh, my mom reads them all the time. Says the ones we write are all so boring." James shrugged. "I think she's right."
Lily nodded; then felt a headache coming on, so put her head down and closed her eyes. She was gone. Damn, James thought. She's pretty weak. It's not normal to be asleep just like that! Wish I could help her...And with that kind thought, James turned around and tried to get some sleep, too.
At lunch time, Em visited Lily. She was sulking. "What's wrong?" Lily asked, forgetting the sorry bowl of soup in her lap.
"I didn't make the team," Em said. "I put your broom back," she said to James. He nodded, looking at her with pity.
"What happened?"
"Well, it went great and everything. At least I thought. I was better than all of the ones before me! But I left before everyone was done trying out. Apparently this girl in 5th year, Stephanie Davidson, was better. She scored something like 10 goals."
"Oh," Lily said, "but it's alright, Em. I mean, she's only a substitute for James! He's going to be back on the pitch soon, I expect!" She looked at James imploringly.
"Yeah!" said James, catching on. "I mean, Madam Pomfrey says I'll be able to leave this place next Monday! So this Elizabeth person will only get to play the match against Huffelpuff."
"Yeah," said Em, smiling through a few tears, "I guess so. I guess it's alright." She looked down at Lily, and for some reason burst out into more noisy tears.
"I miss you so much, Lily! You don't understand at all! I'm totally alone in every lesson and in the common room! It's horrible! Come back, please!" She flung her arms around the very shocked Lily, who patted her back awkwardly.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon," she said. But she was crossing her fingers.
Because no one knew what Lily was thinking. They just knew what they saw, and what they saw was a lie. She was eating her meals, yes, but she visited the bathroom every night. She hated the feeling of the vomit, but she wasn't going to get fat. She was in control of her body. No one was going to change her body because they thought it was for the best. Only she knew what was best for her, didn't they get it? So that night she crept to the bathroom, faithful to her vows, thoughts of Em's apparent distress at her absence from everyday life still drifting in her mind. She felt sorry for Em, she really did, especially since that Stephanie chick had beat her in Quidditch, but Em was just going to have to live with it, wasn't she? She, Lily, certainly wasn't going to change anything just to suit someone else's mood!
She had reached the toilet. She bent over quietly, sticking her finger in her throat. She winced and vomited. It all splashed into the toilet with a sickening splatter.
Suddenly, James was standing in the door of the cubicle. She had forgotten the Silencing Charm, her mind being so preoccupied with Em!
Lily gasped in shock, and caught some of the vomit in her throat, choking on it. James was staring at her. She had never seen him like this before. So...intimidating.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked her quietly, and even though his face was hidden in the shadows, his voice and posture illustrated something that gave her the impression of disappointment.
Lily didn't answer. Her eyes were full of tears from choking, and she was crouched on the floor, not daring to look up into James' hidden face. She felt so ashamed, though she was silently trying to convince herself that she had done nothing wrong. That James had been wrong, intruding on her like that.
"Get out," she snarled. "This is none of your business."
"It might not be," James retorted, seizing her arm, "but it's my damn business to stop it!" He pulled her off the floor furiously, making her whimper in pain. His hands were digging into her arm, nearly snapping the bones. He heaved her out of the room and placed her in front of him, his hands clamped tightly on her upper arms.
"Don't you care?" he whispered, but to Lily, it was like he had shouted in her ear.
"Care about what?" she snapped, still looking down at her bare feet. She wiped some of the vomit off her lips. The taste was still in her mouth. She felt as though she was going to be sick again.
"Care, Evans! CARE!" he shouted. He shook her forcefully, and her head dangled. "Care about your friends, care about your family! The people around you! They suffer, Lily! You don't see it, but they do! But you can't see beyond your own fucking nose!" He let her go in disgust. Now Lily was standing there without support. Without anyone. Totally alone. James turned around and stomped towards his bed.
"I CAN see beyond my own fucking nose!" Lily shouted after him, regaining her strength of mind.
"Oh yeah?" he said, swerving around and facing her. "Well, then your eye vision needs some serious testing, because it doesn't seem to be functioning very well!"
"Just because I have control of something that you don't, doesn't mean you can come all up in my business like that!"
"What the FUCK do you have control of, Evans? You couldn't control your own fingers if you had to! And look, now we're on to the subject of you again, aren't we Evans? It's just you, you, you! You can't fucking think about anything else!"
"I can too think about-"
"Oh yeah, then what about Em?" James sneered, his voice a whisper again. "Or didn't you notice her when she was crying all over you? Maybe you were just thinking about how your pillow was getting wet. I can't believe you Evans, you disgust me!"
"I do care about Em!" Lily shouted. "It's not my fault she misses me, is it? She's not going to control what I do and what I don't!"
"See, there we have it again Evans! You, you, you!"
"Stop calling me Evans!"
"I'LL CALL YOU WHATEVER I FUCKING LIKE!" James was shaking with indignation. "Ever since I started talking to you, you've been a righteous bitch! And don't look all shocked at me like that, it's the truth! I can't stand you! Em must be really loyal to stay by your side, and look what you're doing to her! You're deceiving her! She thinks you're getting better, and then you're just going off at night and..." words failed him.
"Like I said," Lily whispered venomously, her hands clenched and her eyes narrowed, "she's not going to control my li-"
"STOP THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF!!! THINK ABOUT EM!! BUT MAYBE YOU'RE JUST SO SELF-CENTERED, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!"
"I DO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE, IT'S YOU-"
"OH, SO YOU'RE GOING TO BLAME THIS ON ME, ARE YOU?"
"I'M NOT BLAMING-"
"EXCUSE ME!" Madam Pomfrey was striding into the room, a look of alarm on her face. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked them. "You'll wake up everyone in the castle! Go to bed!"
"But Madam Pomfrey, she-"
"I don't care, Potter. You will not be up at night, especially not when making such a ruckus! Now go to bed! You too, Lily!" She watched them climb grudgingly into bed, and then swept away towards her chambers.
"See, now you've gotten us into trouble!" Lily hissed.
"Oh, I've gotten us in trouble, if you hadn't-"
"Be quiet, both of you!" Madam Pomfrey had come back. "Ok, Potter, go to that bed over there!" She pointed at the bed farthest away from his current one. "Lily, you stay there." And with that, she left.
Lily turned over on her side, her mind boiling with rage at all the things James had dare say to her. She couldn't believe that only 10 hours ago, she had been talking in a civilized tone with him, even admired him a bit for his knowledge on books. He's wrong about me, she thought. He is so wrong.
Far from stopping Lily hurting herself, James' certainty that Lily only thought about herself only made her condition worse. She was refusing to eat again, but was still being sick on purpose. And not just at night. After meal times too, even though she hadn't eaten anything. James knew what was going on, but he didn't say anything to her. He knew she knew what he thought of it.
Em was a walking wreck. Her best friend was getting thinner and thinner before her eyes, but nothing she said could made a difference. Her grades had started slipping because of her worry for Lily, but none of the teachers seemed to be making that connection. They just gave her extra amounts of homework in hope that it would improve her academic situation.
At least Em had Remus. She was so grateful for him. She wouldn't know what to do without him. He was always supporting her, helping her with homework. He listened to her when she spilled out everything she had been feeling. Worry that Lily was never going to be ok, worry that she wasn't going to pass the end-of-year exams. Remus thought she seemed full of worry. She had even cried in front of him once, which she had assured him was not something she did very often. Cry in front of other people than herself, that is. He tried to comfort her, and at least succeeded a bit at that. He was angry at Lily for doing this to Em. She was supposed to be enjoying her young years instead of agonizing over her best friend.
Remus had long ago given up any hope of getting his young years back. His body might still be in its youth, but his mind made him feel like a 60-year- old. Only real pain can make you feel like that. And real pain was what Remus kept going through each month. At least it was only physical pain now. James, Sirius, and Peter had long ago figured out what was wrong with him. At least he didn't have to lie anymore. Just to Em. And he wasn't sure he could take lying to Em much longer.
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Lily woke up, not knowing if it was a weekday or a weekend, with the sudden urge to write something. She didn't know why or what she wanted to write, but her mind was so full of thoughts and ideas that she just wanted to get them jotted down. Like she was afraid they were going to be forever lost if she didn't. She reached out for her homework on her nightstand, sliding a few books away from a piece of parchment. She searched quickly for a quill and some ink, found some, and then blankly stared at the just as blank parchment. She didn't know what to write at all now. The thoughts were indistinctly racing around in her head, but she couldn't grab and hold just one of them; they were all going too fast. So she decided on a doodle. Everyone could draw a doodle.
Examining her work of art, she neatly labeled the doodle "art". Then she drew another doodle. She labeled that "anti-art". A new idea formed in her mind, and she began to write.
"This world is divided into the good and the bad
The happy and the sad
What you'll never have
There's culture and opinions and authority
And the anti-culture, which much be a minority"
She reread her work. It was short and hard to understand the meaning of, and she hated it. But hey, it was her first work (the two previously drawn doodles huffed at this, feeling greatly ignored), and Shakespeare had probably hated his first works, too. Maybe even all of his works. Lily decided to read some Shakespeare since she was bored out of her wits in the damn hospital wing, anyway. Yes, she would develop her creative abilities now that she had the chance. But before she could get started on any major project, exhaustion got the better of her, and she fell onto her pillow, already asleep.
"Hey! Lily!" Lily woke up, confused. Who...? She looked around. Bed...wall...wall...bed...James!
"Yeah?" she asked haughtily.
"Is this yours?" And to Lily's horror, he waved her piece of parchment in the air.
"That's mine, give it back!" she yelled, trying to snatch it fro him, but James just laughed.
"This world is divided into the good and the bad," he exclaimed dramatically, flourishing the parchment unnecessarily, "the happy and the sad, what you'll never have. There's culture and opinions and authority, and anti-culture, which must be a minority. Very touching, Evans." Since when had James started calling her Evans? Oh well, who cared, she just needed her piece of parchment back before she died of embarrassment.
"Just give it back, ok?" She said. She was still exhausted. James looked at her, surprised. He had never heard her so weak and surrendering before. He got up and handed her the parchment guiltily, not commenting on Lily's strange behavior. He hadn't known she might have been hurt by him making fun of her poem. But it was just a joke, didn't she get that? He was just teasing her, no harm in it at all!
But catching James by surprise (again), Lily said: "What day is it?" She sounded and looked completely civilized. James went back to his bed before answering.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully.
"Have you ever read Shakespeare?" she asked him, leaning her head in her hand and looking at him earnestly. James was utterly perplexed. What had happened to the Lily that he had known, previously so bitter and uninterested? Oh well, he decided, this might be one of her rare good days. So he chose to answer her question honestly.
"No, I can't say I have."
"Hmm," Lily sighed and rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. "I want to read some of his stuff. I've never gotten around to reading much, only things for school."
"Yeah?" James said. "I recommend you start with something less advanced and incomprehensible than Shakespeare, though. Maybe Muggle writers like, I don't know, John Irving."
Lily looked puzzled at him. "How do you...?"
"I read, you know!" James replied, playing offended.
"Oh," said Lily, looking genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, I like John Irving. But if you haven't previously read a lot just for fun, then maybe you should start with something smaller. Maybe Eoin ?"
"Eoin Colfer. He writes these really cool books about a Muggle kid named Artemis Fowl who's an absolute genius. They're really interesting."
"Oh, ok, I'll try that out to start with," Lily said, still feeling a bit perplexed regarding James and his unknown wisdom about books. "But how do you know about muggle books?"
"Oh, my mom reads them all the time. Says the ones we write are all so boring." James shrugged. "I think she's right."
Lily nodded; then felt a headache coming on, so put her head down and closed her eyes. She was gone. Damn, James thought. She's pretty weak. It's not normal to be asleep just like that! Wish I could help her...And with that kind thought, James turned around and tried to get some sleep, too.
At lunch time, Em visited Lily. She was sulking. "What's wrong?" Lily asked, forgetting the sorry bowl of soup in her lap.
"I didn't make the team," Em said. "I put your broom back," she said to James. He nodded, looking at her with pity.
"What happened?"
"Well, it went great and everything. At least I thought. I was better than all of the ones before me! But I left before everyone was done trying out. Apparently this girl in 5th year, Stephanie Davidson, was better. She scored something like 10 goals."
"Oh," Lily said, "but it's alright, Em. I mean, she's only a substitute for James! He's going to be back on the pitch soon, I expect!" She looked at James imploringly.
"Yeah!" said James, catching on. "I mean, Madam Pomfrey says I'll be able to leave this place next Monday! So this Elizabeth person will only get to play the match against Huffelpuff."
"Yeah," said Em, smiling through a few tears, "I guess so. I guess it's alright." She looked down at Lily, and for some reason burst out into more noisy tears.
"I miss you so much, Lily! You don't understand at all! I'm totally alone in every lesson and in the common room! It's horrible! Come back, please!" She flung her arms around the very shocked Lily, who patted her back awkwardly.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon," she said. But she was crossing her fingers.
Because no one knew what Lily was thinking. They just knew what they saw, and what they saw was a lie. She was eating her meals, yes, but she visited the bathroom every night. She hated the feeling of the vomit, but she wasn't going to get fat. She was in control of her body. No one was going to change her body because they thought it was for the best. Only she knew what was best for her, didn't they get it? So that night she crept to the bathroom, faithful to her vows, thoughts of Em's apparent distress at her absence from everyday life still drifting in her mind. She felt sorry for Em, she really did, especially since that Stephanie chick had beat her in Quidditch, but Em was just going to have to live with it, wasn't she? She, Lily, certainly wasn't going to change anything just to suit someone else's mood!
She had reached the toilet. She bent over quietly, sticking her finger in her throat. She winced and vomited. It all splashed into the toilet with a sickening splatter.
Suddenly, James was standing in the door of the cubicle. She had forgotten the Silencing Charm, her mind being so preoccupied with Em!
Lily gasped in shock, and caught some of the vomit in her throat, choking on it. James was staring at her. She had never seen him like this before. So...intimidating.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked her quietly, and even though his face was hidden in the shadows, his voice and posture illustrated something that gave her the impression of disappointment.
Lily didn't answer. Her eyes were full of tears from choking, and she was crouched on the floor, not daring to look up into James' hidden face. She felt so ashamed, though she was silently trying to convince herself that she had done nothing wrong. That James had been wrong, intruding on her like that.
"Get out," she snarled. "This is none of your business."
"It might not be," James retorted, seizing her arm, "but it's my damn business to stop it!" He pulled her off the floor furiously, making her whimper in pain. His hands were digging into her arm, nearly snapping the bones. He heaved her out of the room and placed her in front of him, his hands clamped tightly on her upper arms.
"Don't you care?" he whispered, but to Lily, it was like he had shouted in her ear.
"Care about what?" she snapped, still looking down at her bare feet. She wiped some of the vomit off her lips. The taste was still in her mouth. She felt as though she was going to be sick again.
"Care, Evans! CARE!" he shouted. He shook her forcefully, and her head dangled. "Care about your friends, care about your family! The people around you! They suffer, Lily! You don't see it, but they do! But you can't see beyond your own fucking nose!" He let her go in disgust. Now Lily was standing there without support. Without anyone. Totally alone. James turned around and stomped towards his bed.
"I CAN see beyond my own fucking nose!" Lily shouted after him, regaining her strength of mind.
"Oh yeah?" he said, swerving around and facing her. "Well, then your eye vision needs some serious testing, because it doesn't seem to be functioning very well!"
"Just because I have control of something that you don't, doesn't mean you can come all up in my business like that!"
"What the FUCK do you have control of, Evans? You couldn't control your own fingers if you had to! And look, now we're on to the subject of you again, aren't we Evans? It's just you, you, you! You can't fucking think about anything else!"
"I can too think about-"
"Oh yeah, then what about Em?" James sneered, his voice a whisper again. "Or didn't you notice her when she was crying all over you? Maybe you were just thinking about how your pillow was getting wet. I can't believe you Evans, you disgust me!"
"I do care about Em!" Lily shouted. "It's not my fault she misses me, is it? She's not going to control what I do and what I don't!"
"See, there we have it again Evans! You, you, you!"
"Stop calling me Evans!"
"I'LL CALL YOU WHATEVER I FUCKING LIKE!" James was shaking with indignation. "Ever since I started talking to you, you've been a righteous bitch! And don't look all shocked at me like that, it's the truth! I can't stand you! Em must be really loyal to stay by your side, and look what you're doing to her! You're deceiving her! She thinks you're getting better, and then you're just going off at night and..." words failed him.
"Like I said," Lily whispered venomously, her hands clenched and her eyes narrowed, "she's not going to control my li-"
"STOP THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF!!! THINK ABOUT EM!! BUT MAYBE YOU'RE JUST SO SELF-CENTERED, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!"
"I DO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE, IT'S YOU-"
"OH, SO YOU'RE GOING TO BLAME THIS ON ME, ARE YOU?"
"I'M NOT BLAMING-"
"EXCUSE ME!" Madam Pomfrey was striding into the room, a look of alarm on her face. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked them. "You'll wake up everyone in the castle! Go to bed!"
"But Madam Pomfrey, she-"
"I don't care, Potter. You will not be up at night, especially not when making such a ruckus! Now go to bed! You too, Lily!" She watched them climb grudgingly into bed, and then swept away towards her chambers.
"See, now you've gotten us into trouble!" Lily hissed.
"Oh, I've gotten us in trouble, if you hadn't-"
"Be quiet, both of you!" Madam Pomfrey had come back. "Ok, Potter, go to that bed over there!" She pointed at the bed farthest away from his current one. "Lily, you stay there." And with that, she left.
Lily turned over on her side, her mind boiling with rage at all the things James had dare say to her. She couldn't believe that only 10 hours ago, she had been talking in a civilized tone with him, even admired him a bit for his knowledge on books. He's wrong about me, she thought. He is so wrong.
Far from stopping Lily hurting herself, James' certainty that Lily only thought about herself only made her condition worse. She was refusing to eat again, but was still being sick on purpose. And not just at night. After meal times too, even though she hadn't eaten anything. James knew what was going on, but he didn't say anything to her. He knew she knew what he thought of it.
Em was a walking wreck. Her best friend was getting thinner and thinner before her eyes, but nothing she said could made a difference. Her grades had started slipping because of her worry for Lily, but none of the teachers seemed to be making that connection. They just gave her extra amounts of homework in hope that it would improve her academic situation.
At least Em had Remus. She was so grateful for him. She wouldn't know what to do without him. He was always supporting her, helping her with homework. He listened to her when she spilled out everything she had been feeling. Worry that Lily was never going to be ok, worry that she wasn't going to pass the end-of-year exams. Remus thought she seemed full of worry. She had even cried in front of him once, which she had assured him was not something she did very often. Cry in front of other people than herself, that is. He tried to comfort her, and at least succeeded a bit at that. He was angry at Lily for doing this to Em. She was supposed to be enjoying her young years instead of agonizing over her best friend.
Remus had long ago given up any hope of getting his young years back. His body might still be in its youth, but his mind made him feel like a 60-year- old. Only real pain can make you feel like that. And real pain was what Remus kept going through each month. At least it was only physical pain now. James, Sirius, and Peter had long ago figured out what was wrong with him. At least he didn't have to lie anymore. Just to Em. And he wasn't sure he could take lying to Em much longer.
THANKS ): missminty, DracosChick, bbbbbb, Siriusblack12, princessavg (counts reviewswow...I have a fan! wink), a.potter (glad you find this story helpful! Thanks a ton for the praise!) Christian (hope you had fun in Croatia!), littleaquarianprincess, Tam (glad you love my story, I feel very honored) Pink Fluffly Bunny (I tried in this chapter!)
THANKS ): Lesdarian: wow...you check everyday! Impressive...fixed the grammar, btw : ) Lorelei6: tried to make this chappie longer! Damia-Queen of the Gypsi's: wow...you're review touched me very much! I'm glad you think my story tells people something important. sproxkkk: you're review made me sooo happy! Demeter, Goddess of Protection: I'm glad : )