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Chapter Four
You could only describe Paris in three words; hot, sticky, and breath-taking. I always would have a soft spot in my heart for Paris, but seeing the Eiffel Tower come into view I remembered how much I missed it. Paris was one of those cities that at a first glance I had fallen in love with it. New York and Hogwarts were the only other places that had that effect on me.
The plane flew to the Arterburn's house and landed on the runway that was very conviently their roof top. Tori, Hannah, and I were fascinated that you could actually have a runway on a roof, but hey, it was Paris after all. The house was much smaller than the house in New York, it was set up pretty much in the same way but without the numerous living rooms and the ballroom.
David took us to our rooms; first Tori's, then Hannah's, and then finally mine. It was a breath-taking; the bottom half of the walls were painted a midnight blue and the blue faded into a yellowish orange like a sunset. The Eiffel Tower was painted beside a window that when you looked out of it you could see the actual Eiffel Tower. "Wow David, I love it. But one question; why did I get this room?"
David looked like he was at a loss for words, "well..." he started, "when I was in high school I read the book Gone with the Wind. I had soon found out that I had fallen in love with the lady that had so many beaux that she was never really alone but never happy. She, in the words of Ashley Wilkes', 'has the passion for living' that I tend to lack at times. So as pathetic as it may seem I developed a crush on the heroine Katie Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler. Then I graduated high school and went on to dance at ABT, and when I walked threw the doors of the studio I saw you, Lily Evans, with those emerald green eyes that dazzled me when you danced. From that moment on I knew that I wanted to be with you. And then we became friends and you told me about your friends from school. When you told me about this James Potter scum and how much he hurt you I wanted to rip every piece of him to shreds and comfort you. Lily, I think I might possibly love you. I only hope you could think of me in the way I think of you."
"Well..." Did I even think of David as more than a friend? I knew the answer was no, but could I learn to fancy him? I know he could do to me what James did to me, but he seemed different. "David," I paused choosing my words very carefully, "I know that I don't feel as strongly for you as you of me. I have tried very hard to shut out my love life after James, but I know that I have felt a bit more than friendship towards you. I would love that maybe this weekend just the two of us go out."
"I would say that we go right now, but it's four in the morning G'night my Love." David took my hand in his squeezed it and walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.
I stood there in a daze for a few minutes, just staring at the door. I sighed, walked to my bed and got into it without even taking my clothes off and changing into my pajamas. I instantly fell asleep dreaming of what the streets of Paris would bring tomorrow.
Paris was surprisingly crowded in the summer. We had already done a lot of shopping, site seeing, and eating. David made us stop at every crepe vendor on the streets.
Paris was just as charming as I remembered, but it was ten times better now. I was always jealous of the masses of couples that walked the streets of Paris. Kissing spontaneously in the middle of the streets or the dozens of guys proposing to their one true love under the Eiffel Tower, it all meant so much more to me now. Almost like I was one of them.
There were many people on the streets of Paris; an old man, a tall man with long bleach blond hair, three kids running around a lost woman and... wait...could it be? Peter Petigrew?!?!
I gasped; I hadn't seen one of the Marauders since graduation, and Peter was the last one I would have chosen to see on the streets of Paris. "I will be right back, I see somebody that I went to school with so I am going to go talk to him."
"Ohkay...?" David, Tori, and Hannah started at me as if I had five heads.
I walked over to Peter and tapped him on the shoulder, "hey Peter."
He jumped at the sound of another voice then turned around. "o-oh hello L-Lily. How are y-you?"
"I am quite fine. Spending a relaxing weekend with three of my friends from the Ballet. What brigs you here, business or pleasure?"
If he had looked nervous before, it looked like he was about to be sick from his nerves. "Strictly confidential business."
"So I guess I can't ask you what business brings you here?"
"Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies."
"So," I changed the subject, "have you talked to any of the guys lately?"
"We haven't talked for a few months now," he laughed hesitantly then started with a new found confidence, "during Christmas time the four of us decided to go see Madam Rosemerta at her pub. She always spoils us so much. She kept giving us bottles of free firewhiskey and all of us got very drunk. At the end of the night we started talking about Him and I let some very vile information slip about my job and the three of them blew my head off. He should have killed me after what I had done, but he had a plan for me. Not that I didn't pay," he shivered, "That month of torture felt like the Devil was impatiently waiting for me to take me down to the chambers of Hell that awaited for me."
What had he done that was so bad in the Marauder's book to banish him? And who was this Him Peter kept rambling on about? I wasn't really sympathetic for him but my curiosity got the best of me, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Oh no, I could never do that. He has too many spies. It is a gamble for us to be talking here. You really aren't safe here in Paris. But the deed is done. Even as we are speaking now I feel His eyes on us. So now for you safety, even though I have endangered it too much, I must say goodbye fore ever Lily Evans."
I stared at him while he left. He was one peculiar person. But I really felt like I was being watched. I cautiously glanced over my shoulder and saw the tall man with long bleach blond hair staring at me. I glared back at him, stuck my tongue out at him, and then skipped off to find my group of friends.