DISCLAIMER: I have seen many a funny disclaimer, but I do not have one to use so I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I would be rich and I would be putting this story in a book as opposed to this website. I own Amanda Marciano. You cannot have her to use, nor can you use the Demangels, I do not own the idea of the Demangels, I have gotten permission from the owner to use them now... On with the story!
CHAPTER 7
FORGIVEN, I THINK... (Cursing Snape)
The next thing I knew I was in the common room, laying on a couch in the corner that Peter was in that morning. I must have fallen asleep crying again. Stupid tears. Stupid sleep. Stupid me. I was vulnerable. They new my secrets. I couldn't help but think about that. What if it was an act. I was scared, and I almost started crying again. Where did all these tears come from. I hadn't cried in ages. Except for when my mother died, I hadn't cried in over a year and a half, but then I came to here, and cant stop crying. I looked over at Remus, who was sitting in a chair right beside my head. Sirius was sitting by my feet on my couch. I sat up a little. James and Peter were sitting near me on chairs too.
"Hey guys," I said. "Thanks," I smiled a little at them.
"For what? For letting you cry on us? Or for carrying you up here? You weigh basicly nothing so carrying you was easy, and the crying thing well so I needed to change in to a dry shirt, but that's no big deal," Said Sirius. I wanted to poke him, so I leaned over and did. He gave me a funny look, but smiled. I looked over to the rest of the room and saw Lily sitting with Tara and Christy. I got up and went over to them. Lily again began to stare at nothing. Christy smiled at me, but Tara looked away.
"Lily look, I'm sorry about James. I swear on my life that we didn't do anything last night except for talk, sit, and eventually sleep," I said hopeing she might listen. Her eyes focused on me and looked into mine, reading them, as I often do to people.
"I know," she muttered looking like a three year old who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar and gestured me to sit with them. Tara still didn't look at me.
"Whats wrong Tara?" I asked her. She still didn't turn to me and it was Christy who answered.
"She was planning on asking him to go with her to Hogsmead soon." I nodded.
"You can still ask him. He will probably say yes, but don't get too into him, he still wants Lily," I smiled at Tara and touched her arm, which she jerked away immediately. I wonder what that's about.
"And he might have Lily if he stopped asking her out continuously ," said Lily herself.
"Why are you talking in the third person?" I ask. She didn't answer. A while later we went to class, and the day ended
The next day I woke up and went to breakfast alone, before anyone else had woken up. I saw the person who looked like they wanted to curse me again. He was staring at me, and I stared back, chalenging him. He sneered at me, and I walked up to him.
"Don't give me that look." I said as I walked up to him.
"Who is going to stop me?" he asked. I was now about 6 inches in front of him.
"I am." I breathed. He reached for his wand, but I already had mine in my hand, which was by my side. Stepping backwards I lifted it, and pointed it at him. "Don't make me embarrass you." I said. He two lifted his wand.
"You couldn't if you tried." he answered.
"Watch me." I said "And watch your back too" I added.
"Is that a threat?"
"Why yes, I think it might be." I said and walked off, but not before I cursed him. Apparently James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had seen what I did.
"That was awesome." said James as I walked over and sat at our table.
"Yeah, what was that curse you used?"
"Oh, not a hard one, just something I had whipped up for Mark and Sean, Kate and Sam's boyfriends, before I moved here." I said, and fell into a normal day, with the Marauders and Demangels.
That night I was sitting in my room, writing a poem. It was just a random rhyme that had popped into my head. It had absolutely no connection to my life whatsoever, but it came into my head and so I wrote it. Lily was sitting in her bed, writing too. She had told me that she didn't keep a diary, so I wondered what she was writing.
"Lily, Whatcha writing?" I asked in a sing-song voice. She didn't answer but yanked the curtains shut around her bed.
"You're not mad at me are you?" I asked cautiously.
"No, I'm not mad at you Amy." she said, and went back to her writing. I put my notebook away and lay down. I fell asleep to the sound of Lily's quill scratching away.
A/N: I had to add a tiny part to this post to make some other things valid. If you want to be clued in to what is happening next I would advise you to read 'Whispers of I Love You' which explains what Lily is doing. If you would prefer to only know as much as Amy knows (she doesn't find out about what happens in 'Whispers of I Love You' but she does wonder about it a lot) then don't read it.
