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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Harry Potter.
Dedication: To the scholastic pronunciation dictionary thingy for Harry Potter. I just found out that I had been pronouncing Avada Kedavra wrong the whole time…
The rest of the week passed with no major incident. Kelsey was now going to Madam Pomfrey once a week to check on the baby; Her parents still didn't know. I was still being followed around by whispers everywhere. I did get some letters at home, from my father's fans, saying how sorry they were for me. I found that rather unnerving; some of the letters weren't good, they were saying how they wouldn't mind doing the same thing…
Alex continued to follow me around, and he was joined, much to my dismay, David. I still liked Alex, but I was falling for David again too. I didn't want to get with either of them. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to be with a boy again. My counseling sessions were good, but we were now starting to talk about what happened. My Counseling session on Wednesday of the following week was not a good one.
"-And that's what happened." I finished recounting to Lavender, sobbing. She told me that it would be all right, but it wouldn't be. How could she have made me recount the entire rape all over again? She already knew that I was afraid of boys, afraid that they would do something. Lavender wrote something down, and she came over and sat next to me. We had become friends, and she stroked my hair, telling me it's okay to cry, which I did for a long time.
When I was done crying, she didn't get up. She said, "Do you know why they sent you to me?" she asked, and I shook my head miserably.
"Because I am an expert on rape cases of teens." She said, barely above a whisper.
This comment made me mad. How could she be an expert? It's not like she was raped. I told her this, my rage very apparent. She looked at me very sadly, and it became clear. She was raped. "Who did it?" I asked quietly, praying it wasn't Ron.
"Marcus Flint, the same person as you. Except I wasn't as lucky. I became pregnant." She said softly. I gasped. "Well, I was eighteen and fresh out of Hogwarts. I had the baby. That was around twenty years ago, and my daughter is the most wonderful daughter ever. She is getting married soon, and she would like you to come to the wedding." Lavender had started crying, and I was crying again to.
"I'm so sorry for being mean." I said, and she nodded.
"It's about time for you to be going back." She said, and I got up. "See you on..?" I said, and she answered, "Sunday evening, around eightish." I left and flooed back to Hogwarts.
When I got back to the Hogwarts common room, Tess was waiting for me in tears. Actually, she was in the dormitory. "What's wrong?" I said, and Tess blurted out the whole story. Apparently her and Tucker had a fight, and they weren't speaking to each other. "A-A-And that's not even the w-worst part!" she sobbed. "He-He called me a-a-a good for nothing tramp!"
I hugged her. I could not imagine sweet Tucker doing this to her. He had always seemed so shy, but now he broke Tess's heart. I knew that there was probably more to the story that I would find out later. I did my best to console her until she finally gave up and went to bed, in which I left to go find Tucker.
I found him in the common room, brooding. He was one of the few boys that I have any trust left for. "Hi." I said, and he looked up. Before I could say anything else, he blurted out his entire side of the story. Apparently, Tess wasn't as innocent as she told me. She had called him a "Bad-Breathed Troll". I hid one of my rare smiles when Tucker told me. Their fight was over the stupidest thing: If Charms or Transfiguration was a better subject. Apparently it heated up from a discussion to and argument to a yelling fight. I rolled my eyes. "You two work this out, don't drag me into it." I told him.
He looked at me rather oddly. "What about you and Alex? You should hear how much he misses you and loves you. He goes on and on about it." He told me, and I was surprised. I hadn't thought he liked me anymore. "I'm going to bed." Tucker told me, leaving me to be lost in my thoughts. It was around eleven, so I figured I wouldn't be disturbed much. There were only a few people left in the common room, so I went to a corner and sat down. I was soon, much to my dislike, joined by David.
"Hey…" He said softly, and I mumbled a reply. I didn't want to talk to him. I was afraid. I had only been two weeks since the rape, and if he thought I was ready to start a relationship with a guy, he was wrong. "Listen, I know you probably don't trust guys, but I have liked you since we were kids, before we even started Hogwarts." He told me. I looked up. I hadn't known he liked me for so long. Almost forgetting about…everything, I asked him "When did you start liking me?"
"Since you were seven and I was eight and Sirius dared us to kiss." He replied, and I couldn't help but laugh. I had forgotten about that. We had kissed, and it was a disaster. Everyone was watching, and they all laughed. I ran off to my room and cried, and David came down to comfort me.
"I liked you to. I liked you since you left for Hogwarts…" I told him. I was amazed. He had like me even longer then I liked him. I looked at my hands. David scooted over and put his arm around me, but I cringed like being burned. David withdrew his arm immediately.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think…" he said, and I could feel the tears coming. Being touched by a guy like that outside of my family was still amazingly painful, and emotional. I had prayed for David to notice me for so long, and now that he did, I wanted nothing to do with him. I got up, said goodnight, and went up to my dorm, where I promptly fell asleep with my clothes still on.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in a horrible mood. I have no idea why, I just was. Everything was going wrong for me today. By lunchtime, my temper was running high. Isabelle Lestrange(Bellatrix Lestrange's only child), another fifth year, was making fun of my like crazy for no apparent reason. Finally I stalked off, and she followed me. I could here her taunting me, so I whirled around and shot the tickling hex at her. She jumped out of the way just in time.
"Oh, you want to play, Miss Lily?" she sneered, and sent a hex back at me. It went on like this for a few minutes, until I hit her head on with a jelly legs curse. She swore angrily, and shouted, "Sectumsempra!"
I felt something, the curse I assume, hit me hard in the face, and whatever it was, was sharp. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital wing. I looked at the clock, it was half past three. I had been in here three hours. Madam Pomfrey saw that I was awake, and she bustled over to take my temperature. "Good, Good." She murmured.
I picked up the mirror from the bedside table and looked at myself. There was a slight scar on my forehead. Almost like my dads. "Is that going to go away?" I asked with a quavering voice, and Madam Pomfrey nodded. "It should go away soon enough." She said.
I just noticed that there was an envelope on the bedside table, next to the mirror. I picked it up, interested. Inside, it was my punishment for dueling (a detention and twenty points from Gryffendor). I read down a little ways, and saw Isabelle's punishment. It was much more official looking: Suspended for one week for use of a banned spell on a fellow student; ten detentions; fifty points from Slytherin.
"Wow!" I thought. I knew that Isabelle didn't see her mother very often. I knew where she learned that spell though. It had to be form her mother. Maybe something good had come out of all this. I didn't have to deal with Isabelle very often, mostly she left me alone. But now she had detention for two weeks, and she was suspended. I lay back onto my pillows, and enjoyed my time off.
Around four, a flood of visitors came in for me. First Tess and Kimmy were there with my homework, then Kelsey, then Molly, then Sirius, then Alex. "Hi." I said, trying to sound all faint.
"Hi." He said back. He hesitated, and then said, "Lily, why don't you want to be with me any more? I love you so much, and I would never hurt you. I swear." He said in a rush. I nodded, but I didn't believe him. For some reason, I did not like him at all anymore. It's like I considered it his fault that I was raped. I didn't tell him this, but I didn't really want to talk to him.
He left a little while later, and David came to visit me. He handed me a get-well card, and I smiled at him. He touched the scar on my forehead. "Ouch. When do you get out?" He asked, and I smiled again. He was worried, I could tell.
"I can go to lessons tomorrow, but I have to stay the night." I told him. "Well, I hope you get better soon. See you around." He said, and he left, leaving me to be rather bored.
I was glad to go back to Lessons Friday morning. I know that I had hardly been out of class, but it was still extremely boring lying there doing nothing. Tess and Tucker still hadn't made up, unfortunately. I could tell that the both of them wanted to be back in each other's arms, but neither of them wanted to apologize first. It was driving me mad, and finally, at lunch, I dragged the two of them into an empty classroom and sat each of them in a chair, back to back. They were both glaring at me, but neither of them complained.
I stood there staring at them, finally saying, "Apologize to each other. It doesn't matter who goes first." The both continued to be silent, but the silence was broke with Tess crying. "I'm sorry!" she cried, and she was sobbing. Tucker looked so ashamed of himself. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around Tess, saying, "Don't cry, it's okay. I'm so sorry." I was standing there, dumbstruck. I hadn't really expected my plan to work this well, but it did. I watched them for a while, then left to get lunch on my own.
When I got back to lunch, Kelsey was there. She looked really happy about something. She grinned at me, and said, "Matt is going to be the father in this baby's life, since Brad is insistent that he wants nothing to do with it." I smiled at her, and then looked over at Matt. I never really liked Matt that much, but I couldn't help but admire him. I know that it is a lot of work to raise a baby while still in school, yet he was taking on the responsibility for a baby that wasn't his. He was talking to David about something. David looked over my way, saw me looking at the two of them, and he grinned at me. Surprisingly, my stomach made that fluttering feeling like it used to when I saw David…
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