Story Title: Love of Two Generations: The First
Chapter Title: Truth, and Lies
Disclaimer: All people and recognizable places belong to and were taken out of J.K. Rowling's amazing mind. Plot and some characters belong to me.
Author: Chewy
Summary: In a world of Witches, Wizards, Trolls, and magnificent Beasts, the tale of four different people unravels to engulf the world in luminosity. Can true love blossom from true hate? Can two opposites come together to form a bond so powerful it could save the world? Only TIME can tell…
Publishing Date: December 20, 2004
Author's Note: Ok, so I got many more reviews from that chapter then the last and am now at 94 reviews! Which is big for me, I've never had that many for a single story, YAY! On another note, I wasn't entirely sure if James Potter was a Seeker or Chaser because some things were telling me Chaser and others were telling me Seeker… So, I'm going to do some extra research to get down to the deep truth. I will be changing the chapter around if he was indeed a Seeker.
After those small notes I would also like to say: I am so sorry for not updating for so long! I've been in Japan for the last six weeks and wasn't able to update and the last week I've also been buried in homework. Anyways, I did write the next few chapters while there after doing all my normal homework. So I will hopefully be updating soon after this too. Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you like it!
Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers! I love you all to bits!!
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The Great Hall was filled, bristling with students saying their farewells and last good-byes. Seventh years stood with younger students in tears giving and receiving hugs and soaking in the surroundings of their home for seven years. Lily sat watching the multiple scenes in front of her unfold and let a small smile play at her lips. 'That would be her next year,' she kept telling a smiling Marie.
After the fifth time, Marie had burst out in laughter grabbing many students' attention. The crudeness in Lily's tone was literally hilarious. Marie wrapped a darkly tanned arm around her friend and leant her head on the freckled shoulder.
"Are you actually going to cry as much as Grenold Simons is? If you do I may have to just walk away. It will be absolutely unbearable," Marie commented lightly taking in a deep breath and letting her head bounce slightly as Lily's shoulder reverberated in mirth.
"Can you believe next year is our last? That will be me next year," Lily sighed out for the umpteenth time.
Marie sat straight again and stood lifting Lily's cane and taking Lily's hand. "That's it, I'm getting you out of here, you're turning into a repetitive, weeping… thing. It's time for the carriages to load soon. Let's be off." Marie laughed and handed Lily her cane. They made their way slowly through the crowds of students and finally reached the rain outside.
The sky was dark with clouds and the rain came down in waves of liquid soaking everything in its path. The green grass appeared darker than its normal hue and the ground was a dark brown mud. Lily stood in the doorway looking out at the awaiting carriages to take the students to Hogsmeade.
"There's no way I can make it to the carriages without becoming a human sponge," Lily commented softly tapping the handle of her cane lightly with her index finger.
Marie looked at her friend before taking her hand, "Well, I can't very well let you become a 'human sponge' without me now can I?" Lily laughed loudly as they both slowly walked to the first carriage that was empty. They took their seats and sat in silence for a moment looking out of the open windows.
"It's been a strange year," Lily sighed out. Marie nodded slightly and leaned forward to take Lily's hand. Lily smiled lightly and shrugged, "Can't turn back time." She let out a laboured breath and turned to stair out the carriage at the falling rain. The smallest of sounds echoed as each drop hit the ground with the inevitable noise of rain. Students had started to slowly filter from the great doors, some with flushed cheeks and others turning for a final look at the great school. Lily turned away to look at Marie as James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew exited the school laughing.
Marie looked through the window, and then to Lily, "Are you alright?" Lily nodded and gave Marie a small smile. Marie paused to look at her friend's pale skin, "Don't worry about him anymore, the only thing you need to think about is your physical therapy and how excited you'll be when you are named next year's Head Girl. You'll be free of him for three months."
"I just can't believe it's been two months since I last spoke to him. I thought," Lily paused, "I thought he would've at least apologized."
"Well you did sort of blow up at him. He needs time, just like you or I would. He's only human you know," Marie tried to explain.
Lily snorted, "Despite popular belief." She smiled at Marie, "Did you hear that girl? Oh, what's her name? Oh yes, Samantha Marten! I could've sworn I heard her the other day referring to him as a god. Like he was some Greek god, 'The Almighty Zeus'!" She laughed loudly but was cut off as the door to the carriage swung open to announce someone's arrival.
"Someone call me?" Lily looked over and rolled her eyes at the dark-haired boy poking his head into the carriage. Grinning at the redheaded girl he lifted himself in and plopped down beside Marie, letting the rain drops fall lazily down his cheeks. "Would you mind ever so much if we sat in here? All the other carriages seem to be full."
"We?" Marie asked.
"We," Another voice answered. Remus pulled himself into the carriage and bowed awkwardly to the girls before shaking his head throwing rain drops everywhere. "Madam, madam," he acknowledged nodding to them both. Marie smiled and gave a small nod to him wiping the sprayed liquid from her face.
She laughed loudly in return, "I suppose that would be alright with me. Lily?" Lily smiled and nodded slightly before allowing her eyes to round at the next body that filtered into the carriage.
"Oh, you," the body spoke before turning to Sirius. "I think Peter and I will grab another half empty carriage. There's not enough room in here for six." He began to lean back out of the carriage but was stopped by Sirius.
"Nonsense Prongs, we can easily squeeze the two of you in here." He moved over slightly pulling Marie with him and patted the seat beside her. James looked back behind him almost trying to send Peter a message. Rolling his eyes he stepped back into the carriage and took the seat beside Marie coincidently placed across from Lily.
Peter stepped in next and squeezed in between Remus and the side of the carriage. Lily looked at James silently before beginning to dig through the schoolbag she had brought with her. She turned to Peter and smiled handing him the gloves he had leant her months before. "I forgot to give these back, sorry they're a little wet," she explained as he took them. He nodded and smiled at her, placing the gloves in his own pocket.
Silence overtook the carriage as they waited for the invisible horses to begin the short journey to Hogsmeade. Lily resolved herself in to looking down at her hands to keep from James Potter's eyes and began playing with the hem of her skirt. She gasped as she was lightly kicked in the shin. She looked up finally, directly into his eyes. She held his gaze until he finally cleared his throat and looked away.
Lily continued to stare at his expression, taking in his wind swept, damp hair. Her fingers itched to straighten it out and run her fingers smoothly across his strong cheekbones. Lily sighed and held her hands together tightly before looking back down to her feet. The next fifteen minutes were the longest of the year.
'The Dark Mark was found over a house in Surrey this morning signifying the attack of Death Eater's or You-Know-Who himself. Auror's rushed to the scene searching for survivors but none were found. Two of the residing Wizard's in the home are still missing, but Auror 'Mad-Eye Moody' was reported commenting, "If they're not found by daybreak tomorrow, there's no point in hoping." Reporters are questioning if this was crude or the only truth we've heard in months.'
There were three casualties. Auror's are still at the scene performing memory charms, and the damage will be fixed by this afternoon. More details in section A-5…'
Lily stopped reading the Daily Prophet and looked at her father, "That was three blocks from here. He's getting closer." She stood shakily and walked to the dark, marble counter behind her. The two sat in the blue painted kitchen/dining room reading and talking about the week's events.
"If it happens next door we'll call your Headmaster and see what he thinks. Honestly, nothing will happen."
"How can you say that? Do you remember what happened earlier this year? Dumbledore won't be able to help us once we're already dead," Lily replied to her father's comment.
"Don't speak like that Lily."
Lily stood at the counter with her hands deep in the soapy dishwater, "Well, it's entirely possibly that it will happen and you know it as well as I. I hate to admit it to myself but it could." As she spoke, she looked steadily at her father, "I just think if we wait until the next attack… it could be too late."
John looked at Lily sternly, "Do not scold me like you would your own child. If you feel the need to deal with it now, we will. Write to Dumbledore today," he nodded to her and she smiled in reply.
"Thank-you," she spoke softly. She lifted her hands from the dishwater and leaned against the counter. She paused before speaking, "I've been practicing…" She looked at her father again, begging for a sign of compassion.
Since she began her summer vacation she had been working daily with a muggle physical therapist. He had given her exercises to do by herself and had showed her how to massage the muscles.
On the awkward carriage ride from Hogwarts she had promised herself that she would show James Potter. By next year she would once again be able to dance circles around him.
She had in the past stopped herself from telling her father about her "extra curricular activities". She loved her father very much, and he was amazing but since the kidnapping he had changed slightly. He had become more temperamental then he had been and more emotional. She brought it down to the thought of losing another person he loved. She knew that it was hard, and he had changed just the same when her mother was killed. Because of the mood changes, she felt that if she told him she was doing extra exercises he would explode. So, she refrained from informing him, until then.
She looked at the water at her fingertips then back at her father, reading the Daily Prophet silently, disregarding her comment. She sighed loudly, hoping he would look over. When he showed no reply she rolled her eyes and dried her hands on the nearby burgundy hand towel. She took her cane from the drawer handle ad limped over to her father's side. She opened her mouth to speak but gasped quickly as she saw the picture on the newspaper.
"How did…? What…?" she stammered. John Evans finally looked up slowly to question what was wrong. She shook her head slightly, Lily backed out of the room. She quickly limped to her bedroom and slammed the door. Plopping down roughly on her bed she began to question the air.
"How did he do it? Why is he…? Everything I do, he seems to pop up from nowhere." She fell back onto her pillow, sitting quickly again at the sound of paper scrunching.
Looking at her pillow she noticed an envelope marked with light blue ink. Peering at it quizzically she lifted it and began to peel the wax seal. Opening it slowly she gasped as multi-coloured rose petals fell from the open envelope along with a small piece of parchment. Lifting it from the pile of petals she read the light blue scroll:
'At 11:00pm I shall wait for my Lily under the oak tree by the stream. I hope to see her there.'
Lily read the note over again; running her fingers over the perfect, smooth handwriting. As she reread the note for the umpteenth time she wondered silently who could've written it. She smiled in spite of herself, perhaps her secret admirer.
She took the letter, holding it to her chest and giggled. Stopping herself quickly she sighed, impossible. What if it was a crazy man wanting to rape her? She stopped again; why would a crazy man put so much effort into it? He could just grab her on the street. She sighed, reading the note over a final time. She folded it and placed it on her bedside table.
She would go to the tree to meet the person, but she would take her father's portable telephone. Lily fell back onto the bed once more, peering at the pale green ceiling. Perhaps this seemingly lovely admirer was her one and only. Sighing deeply, a thing she noted she did a lot lately, she napped until lunch.
Lily had thought about it since she woke up from her nap. She fidgeted during both meals; her father had caught her humming more than once since tea. After a day of anxiety the time had finally arrived. She sat in her dark room in front of the mirror. 'Lily' was written in long, loopy letters along the top. She found herself continuously staring at the letters waiting for them to rearrange to reveal the person's name she was to meet.
She took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the wall: 10:45pm. She stood and lifted her jacket from her bed. She went to her window and quietly opened it, stopping to hear for noises within the house. When there was nothing she slipped out, shutting it behind her. She threw her cane down then continued to climb down the drainpipe using mostly her arms.
Reaching the ground she stopped again to listen. Hearing no sound but the crickets in the long grass lining her home, she proceeded towards the park close to her house. The stream travelled along the centre of the park and the oak tree sat on the closest side to her.
She walked in silence, listening to her feet hit the ground. She peered up at the dark sky as she walked. She loved staring at the stars and finding constellations. She stopped suddenly, remembering what had happened the last time she had found herself looking for constellations. He had tainted it with his presence.
Lily continued to walk in the darkness. She was in between the two lamps that lined the park when she once again stopped. Was she crazy for doing what she was doing? Thinking over her strange decision she watched a moth flutter near the lamp then land. Its spastic nature seemed not unlike her own. She felt that as close as she came to the light she couldn't stay still. Her mind kept changing, did she want to be near or far. She was attracted to the light, but it hurt her eyes.
Lily continued to stare at the moth and watched as it flew to the next light. Her eyes travelled from the moth to the tree behind it. Taking in a deep breath she stared at the lone dark figure standing under the shadow of the tree branches.
She could feel the person's eyes digging into her skin. Taking a step towards him she sighed, he had seen her. There was no turning back now. She took a few steps towards the dark stranger until she was three feet from him.
She took in his appearance; although he was covered with a dark shirt and trousers she could tell at once that he was male. His tall, slightly muscular frame gave it away. His face was covered under the shadow of his hat and as she took a step closer he bowed grandly pulling a white mask down as he did.
Lily laughed at his strange ways and went to take it from his face. Grabbing her wrist before she touched it he shook his head, "no. I fear if you see my face you will run. And if that will be, my heart would break."
She nodded slowly and pulled her wrist from his grasp, letting her brow furrow, "but who are you?" She continued to look at him bewildered. She frowned when he began to laugh at her question. "What's so funny?"
"You," he simply replied as if it was obvious. "In all my years, I never knew you were so curious." She again frowned at the small clue he had given her. She waited for a real answer. The stranger stared at her through the mask, "I'm afraid I can't tell you that. Again, I'm afraid you'll run."
"How can you be so sure? Were you always this much of a baby?" She raised an amused eyebrow, "That's really not fair you know. You know my name and everything, but I don't know yours." She took another step towards him and leaned lightly on her cane. She was less than a foot away from him now, looking into his eyes behind the mask. "Please? A name?"
Lily drew in a breath as he raised his left hand to touch her cheek. He paused before touching her and peered deeper into her eyes.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, lightly touching her cheek..
Lily looked down at her hands shyly, waiting for him to turn back into Potter mode. She stopped herself at that thought and gasped. She looked up at the man in front of her and quickly stepped away. That voice, that whisper… that everything.
"Who are you?" she demanded. She paused before moving swiftly and snatching the hat from his head. She gasped in horror as black, unruly hair appeared. "You…"
James Potter's hands quickly shot up to cover his hair, but it was too late. She had already seen it. "Damn hair," he spoke to himself before turning to Lily. "Lily, I can explain," he coaxed.
"There's no need. It was a trick, and once again I fell for it, like always." With that Lily turned swiftly and began walking back to her home in a rage. 'How could I have fallen for this? I knew something was weird.'
"Lily wait! It's not a trick, please let me explain," James called chasing after her. Ripping the mask from his face, and grabbing Lily's arm to stop her he pleaded for her to wait. She turned to him, all swords drawn.
"You will not address me so informally. To you I am Evans, a quiet rival."
James stood staring at her in disbelief, "I will not let you order me around like your common servant. The only reason I came all the way from Kent is because I thought the only way to speak to you was in a disguise!" He paused and let his hand drop to his side, "and I was correct in my assumption."
Lily rolled her eyes dramatically before looking up into the tall dark oak tree, "Alright Remus, Sirius, and Peter, wherever you are, you can come out now, it's over. And give me whatever type of recording device you have, wizard or muggle." Lily stood waiting for the three culprits to appear.
"You really don't trust me do you?"
"Potter, you wrote me a note telling me to meet you late at night while you wear a disguise to try to woo me. Don't you think I have a bit of a reason to be angry and untrusting?" She looked at him inquiringly.
James stopped and looked at her, taking in her now dishevelled appearance. Her face had turned a shade of red with anger and her almost chin length hair was frizzy and tangled falling around her face. He sighed deeply before he began responded. "You have no reason to trust me, you're right. But at least let me speak. I need some questions answered," he paused and waited for Lily's response to his request.
Lily took in another deep breath and nodded, "fine". It was the least she could do, and as she did she cursed the soft spot that had grown since the summer before. She followed him as he led her to the wooden bench under the oak tree and sat down. She sat leaning her right side against the back and her right leg tucked under her facing the boy. She sat waiting for him to begin.
"The day Gryffindor got into the finals you said that the reason you couldn't dance was because of me. Because you began to have feelings for me, is that true?" He looked at her, letting all of his guards down for that single question.
"Yes," she replied showing her confusion. "You're one of the reasons I'm like this," she motioned to her legs.
"But is it really because you began to have feelings for me?" he asked again.
Lily froze; she had to change the subject. "James, it's late. I need to get home." She began to stand but was taken aback by James.
"So it's true then. You do have feelings for me… not just platonic," James looked at her through shining eyes.
Lily stood completely and took a deep breath. She turned towards the stream and began to fidget. "Did," she finally spoke softly after a long pause. "I did have feelings for you. Before you became the old you." She lifted her cane again and stepped towards the stream.
James stood behind her quickly, "I didn't become anything different. I've always been the same James, I just grew up."
Lily stopped walking and turned back to him unimpressed. "Well if that's the case then I suppose you grew down, is that it?" The twinkle that had been present moments before in James' eyes was gone. Lily watched as he looked at his hands sitting at his sides then back at her. Lily felt a small tugging at her heart, he looked like a lost child in the labyrinth of Tokyo: hopeless.
Lily closed her eyes for a moment to calm herself. When she opened them again he was gone. She quickly looked around her and found him sitting on a rock beside the stream. She walked slowly towards him and stood looking over his shoulder. She stood like that for five minutes before James spoke.
"Perhaps I have grown down… but you hurt me too." James paused to throw a piece of grass he had picked into the stream and watched it float away. He cleared his throat before speaking again. His words sounded choked and forced but he didn't let it affect him.
"Lily… I think I've loved you since I remember seeing you for the first time at the platform. Then the first time I thought maybe I had a chance; you pushed me away and ran. My whole world fell apart when you almost died. I came here tonight to apologize for what happened at Hogwarts. I was angry because I didn't get what I wanted and I wasn't thinking of anyone but myself." He looked at the water as he spoke and wiped quickly at his face.
Lily looked at the back of his head, then down at the grass. "Help me sit?" she asked quietly. He looked at her dumbfounded, but nonetheless reached up and helped her. She sat beside him in silence, peering at the stream. She rolled his words around in her mind and slowly let them sink in.
"I know you don't feel the same," James started again. "But I needed you to know. Despite the teasing and the hateful actions, I do still love you." James finally looked at her, his eyes dark, and hair even messier than before.
Lily looked at him, giving him a small smile. "Thank-you, that must have been extremely hard for you to say," she said setting her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry though, I… I wish that I could return your feelings but I'm not ready. I don't know when I will be, but you'll be the first one I call. If you still love me of course."
"True love never really dies," James looked at her deeply, resting his large hand on hers. "Friends?" he questioned painfully.
Lily gave him another small smile, "Friends." She felt James take a breath under her hand and bit her lip. For the first time in months she felt actual sympathy for the boy beside her.
She dropped her hand from his shoulder and scooted closer. James turned back to the stream and sighed deeply as Lily rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing James to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
It seemed as though this was how Lily and others became friends. She couldn't argue though, it felt good.
"Love without friendship is like a seedless watermelon. It's good, but spitting the seeds is the best part."
Author's Note 2: Okay, so you probably hate me for doing this to you once again, but it has a purpose! Like the quote says, you can't have love without true friendship. Now, Lily and James have a basis for a relationship, unfortunately I'm planning a number of chapters for this. Hopefully it will get very exciting soon! Remember to keep looking for spoilers during the whole thing! I like to add them here and there for fun!
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