LILY KILLED JILY, or Did She?

CHAPTER TWO:

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Over next few weeks, Lily witnessed Mary being sent flowers, chocolates, having midnight steal away-s with James. James like he said, didn't bother her again. Just like she wanted. Other than polite smiles and greetings in the hallways or corridors, they barely saw each other.

And James was on road to recovery, and his mind was ore distracted toward his future OWL's, Mary, Lupin's transformation, tricks with Sirius. It was almost Lily Evans wasn't his concern anymore.

It was sometime later, Everyone was getting out of class, Mary left the group to catch up with James. As they all were coming outside, Sirius stuck his foot out and a greasy, black haired kid fell to the floor, his books came crashing to the ground.

"Watch your step, Snevellious!"

Everybody laughed.

Lily came forward to help him, shr gathered some of his books, he snatched them from her hands, stealing a glance to the Slytherins as he said,

"I don't need your help, you mudblood!"

Lily's eyes unconsciously wavered towards James, who last time this happened had a wand to Severus's neck, demanding an apology. But he just said,

"Sorry, Evans," He turned to Snape. "Not cool, Snivellious!"

Normally Lily would have defended Snape from James but she didn't say anything, she just slid through another passage back to the Gryffindor common room. All the girls, Alice, Marlene, and Mary were chatting about the most recent date she had. All of them were giggly and whispering to each other. Lily kind of felt jealous and left out. She had made clear, that she didn't like James Potter. In fact she used the word "Hate him."

And no explanation from Mary would make her change her mind. But it did. It wasn't Mary who had done that. It was herself. Ever since James wasn't running after her, she started to notice things about him.

So she decided to go to the grounds, maybe some walking would help her clear her mind, As she walked out to the ground, she saw the Quidditch team practicing for the Final match. Gryffindor Vs Hufflepuff. She sat in the corner watching, her friend, Alice was also playing but she didn't see her.

At the moment she only had eyes for James Potter. The same Potter she detested for years. And funny how it was, that she didn't hate him at all anymore. He was flying after the Quaffles, smoothly, as if he were floating. His dark hair was messier then usual because of the wind. His one hand controlling the broom stick, and the other one ran through his hair every now and then.