As Lily ran away from the only man she'd ever loved, she felt her heart

slowly breaking. Why would he do that after all those years of asking

her

out--after all those hugs, all those kisses? Lily knew a lot of things,

but

what she didn't realize was that no matter what he did, he was the man

she

loved--the man she hated--the man tha,t no matter what, she would care

for,

and vice versa.

The man that Lily loved was just behind her, but she didn't know it.

She

didn't want to know. She didn't care. (But she really did.)

James was just behind her, hoping Lily would slow down. He was an

athlete,

but not at running. He could see her red locks ahead, bobbing up and

down as

she ran. Finally she slowed down a bit.

Lily stopped at a statue to rest, but she didn't know what or who she

was

running from. Was it James? Was it the girl she'd seen in his arms? Or

was

it Lily herself? Soon the answer was clear: she had run all the way to

Hogsmeade and into the Hog's Head to have a bit of a drink, even if it

was

illegal.