Scream
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Lily whispered goodbye to Fawkes and walked into the school once more, putting her broom up while she went.
That was what she called a good start to the day. Of course, would it continue?… probably not.
Walking into the Great Hall, Lily looked around to find it void of all but a few. Unfortunately James, Sirius, and Remus were at the Gryffindor table. They looked innocent enough, but she knew them too well. Perhaps by the slight smile tugging on Black's lips when she entered she could tell, or maybe the exasperated look on Remus' face, or, maybe the all out grin plastered on Potter's face. Either way, she could tell.
Sitting as far away as possible, she watched them. She could easily stop them from doing all but their most intricate pranks on her, but she didn't for fear of showing them how powerful she really was. She didn't think the teachers knew either, though she thought Dumbledore suspected.
Looking once more, she truly got a good look at them.
James Potter, or in her case just Potter, was the leader of what was known as the most disrupt able group in Hogwarts. The Marauders.
He was also one of the main heartthrobs in Hogwarts. And she did admit he was cute, she wasn't blind. With that unmanageable black hair and hazel eyes he was cute, but add those pouty lips, sense of humor (though sometimes mean), nice lean, muscled build, and his protectiveness of his friends, he was great. Though she didn't think so.
She thought he was a prat, so full of himself. For a while he had had a crush on her in fifth year and she had hated it. He was so full of himself, only wanting her as another one of his trophy girls. He had called it the "taming of Evans", ohhhh, had she spit fire then.
Then there was Sirius Black, also known as Black. He was the other leader of the marauders and the other main heartthrob in the school.
And he was handsome, a bit. He had long black hair that framed his face perfectly. His eyes were one in a million and his lips quite full. Add that to his even bigger sense of humor and his equally great body, he was great. Though his head was just as big as Potter's.
Remus Lupin was the nice one in the group. And also quite the hottie, though not as big as Potter and Black were. She had to admit that she had a bit of a crush on him. He was nice and sweet and even tried to stop some of the pranks Potter and Black had done.
He was also a werewolf, but she didn't mind. She thought that might be the reason he almost always went along with what Potter and Black did. Because he was afraid he'd lose them as friends. Though she doubted they would start not being his friend, she figured it was a liable fear for him. Another reason for her not to have friends, she'd become desperate to keep them. But she was happy that Remus had friends, even if they were Potter and Black.
Not many people knew that Remus was a werewolf and she tried to keep it that way. By helping to spread rumors directed toward the shrieking shack, people kept away, believing what she anonymously wrote.
But enough about Remus, she needed to keep an eye out for the inevitable prank and try to dull what would happen to her.
Looking back at the Marauders she saw Remus looking at her. She gave him a questioning look, on which he seemed surprised but answered anyway with a slight nod towards Potter and Black.
She took that as a warning and nodded her thanks to him. Replacing her serious look for her usual happy one. Putting on a heavy shield, she ate her Clementine in peace. By the time she had finished her third and last Clementine there were only a few more people in than before.
She got up to leave feeling safe that she wouldn't be pranked because there were so few people in the Great hall to see it. And even if they did she had a shield. And she was right, they didn't prank her.
Leaving the great hall, she contemplated what to do. She was in such a melancholy mood. It was weird. She knew she was smiling as broadly as ever but she didn't feel as happy as she usually felt.
Maybe it was because it was her last year at Hogwarts. Despite her lack of friends, it was her home. She would be leaving to fulfill a destiny she would rather not have. And she didn't even know what it was; all she knew was that it was big because the Dark Lord was after her.
She needed to get out of this mood she was in. how though? Suddenly she got an idea. She didn't know how she hadn't thought of it before. She would go outside once more and she would play her guitar and sing her favorite song. Sure, her favorite song was a sad one but she felt at home the best if she sang in the sunlight.
Finding a quiet place under her favorite tree, she took out her guitar and tuned it (remember she carries a lot of things in that bag of hers. Shrunk of course).
Once tuned she began:
I scream,
At the thought of what they think.
They say,
I'm just weird and don't think.
They count,
All the times I've been wrong.
But truly, I'm just singin' my own song.
They see,
Someone who is a joke.
They can't see,
I'm coverin' up what I'd hate to be.
They see,
Someone who thinks they're cool and not.
And that's ok. 'Cept they have it all wrong.
I scream,
Because I know they're wrong.
They think,
They are right.
But in reality,
They can't sing my song.
So what,
If I sing in the rain,
Laughing joyfully,
At the sound of my own name
So what,
if I sing along
to a tune you've never heard before?
So what,
If I stumble all the time,
With no reason and no rhyme?
And what if
I bend reality,
To fit my own needs?
I scream,
At the thought of what they think.
They say,
I'm just weird and don't think.
They count,
All the times I've been wrong.
But truly,
I'm just singin' my own song.
I'm just singing my own song.
And I'm screamin,
cause they don't recognize my tune.
And I'm screamin',
Every time they count the wrongs in my life…
I scream. I scream.
Putting the guitar away she smiled once more. She did love that song. And though it was sad, it made her happy. She was alive and well, she was outside in this beautiful weather (though she loved the rain too), and she was doing one of her favorite things- singing.
Getting up she walked off to the library, she wanted to get a head start on some of the charms work. She loved charms.
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Remus gasped at the intensity of the song he had just heard. He had only come out to talk to her for a moment, to try and sort a few things out with her. And he had heard, he had heard… wow.
It was weird the way she sang it. It was like she was happy while she sang, but all to familiar with the words that were her life. She had sung those words perfectly, and so beautifully; a sad melancholy note to harmonize with the jubilance of acceptance. It was so ironic.
And the weird thing was that it almost fit his life too. Of course it fit her life better, but a few of those verses rang true to him too.
Now he needed to go find her before tonight. He wouldn't be able to face her at the prefects meeting if he hadn't talked to her before hand.
He knew where she probably would go, now, the question was, did he tell her everything?
He knew he should tell her he heard the song, and that he wanted to be her friend. The problem was that he knew she didn't want friends. And that's where it got complicated.
He felt so guilty for treating her the way he did. Even if he didn't treat her bad he still let others do it, and it made him feel terrible. Why should she be singled out when as far as he knew she was undeserving?
And for him… he should – especially with his condition- be helping her. He knew all to well the feeling of loneliness. And he never wanted to go back to it. But he also knew her fear. She was afraid of losing what she gained and so therefore gained nothing. And it was sad.
Heading off to the library, he sang a new tune; sung best by an auburn haired girl.
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I wrote the song myself. So don't just review on the story but on the song too!