A/N: This is a one-shot; just sweet and sad L/J fluff. ) I got the inspiration from the song 'Other Side of the World' by K.T. Tunstall, so there is the namesake. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I have the displeasure of not owning anything below.
Other Side of the World
Lily flopped onto her back, staring at the dark ceiling above. She was staying at James Potter's house for the holidays-
What? You don't believe me? Would you rather have her over at Peter Pettigrew's house? Not that that's entirely bad...
Anyways, Lily Evans was staying at Potter's house for the Christmas holidays. Her friends had all left Hogwarts for skiing trips, family get-togethers, and the usual. Also, she had no inclination of going home; not back to her snotty sister, Petunia. The girl hated her, never of jealousy- just the fact she was abnormal.
Unworthy of Muggles.
Filth.
Sighing deeply, her brilliant emerald eyes drifted towards the windows. Big fluffy snowflakes the size of hippogriffs dizzily fell, falling towards the soaked ground before melting.
For some reason, the snow just didn't want to show; to stack on top of each other and work together to create a giant mass of fluff for all the children to jump in, and throw.
Why was that?
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James Potter pushed his glasses further upwards on the bridge of his nose, begging them to stay in place. Not two seconds later did they slide downwards, blurring the scene in front of him.
Snow. Lots of big, soft snowy flakes. Unsurprisingly, it reminded him of Sirius' head…
He ruffled his pitch black hair, each fine strand reaching in a different direction. He was uneasy tonight and even more so because he didn't know why. Maybe I'm ill… Maybe I have- dare I think it?- gingivitis. Mum always warned me.
The wall creaked ominously, James' head automatically snapping upwards at the sound. This house- his parents' house- had been standing strong for forty-two years. Perhaps it'll collapse on me, and end my uneasiness.
Unlikely.
He sighed, turning around to look at his bedroom door. A faint light shone around the doorframe.
Lily is just a couple doors away, James thought miserably, but why does it feel like she's on the other side of the world? He rose from his chair by the window, tip-toeing across the wooden floor, over the carpet stretching from under the bed, and at the door.
Subconsciously leading himself, he twisted the slick handle and pushed the door open. A couple of hushed orange lights lit the hallway, numerous doors leading down both walls. His bare feet left marks on the floor which vanished quickly.
One door... Two doors... He stopped, staring blankly at the wooden frame. What led me to you?
He leaned against the door, running a finger (full of hangnails, by the way) along its' markings. He tapped it twice with the pad of his index, in thought. He sighed silently and turned back, tip-toeing back to his room.
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Lily's head snapped up at the soft tapping on her door. Her ears pricked up, but no other sound was made. Her thoughts immediately strayed to James.
Rising from the mass of puffy bed sheets, she tip-toed across the room and towards the door. She turned the brass knob and stepped out into the dimly-lit hall.
Flattening the long white button-up shirt James had lent her, she quietly made her way down the hall…
She winced as the floor creaked beneath her. Pausing with a grimace, she listened for any sign of movement through the house.
…Nothing.
Continuing, she stopped two doors from her own, pressing her ear against the wood. She could almost feel James on the other side, see his face lit by the moonlight.
Not a sound ran through the chill air. Biting her lip, she turned around to leave. She looks a last glance at the door, in thought, and then returned to her room.
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James heard a soft creak from outside, a shadow flicker momentarily. Then it vanished.
I love-
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-you, James.
