A/N: Aite? This was up quickly. I HOPE you like it. I'm not completley happy, but it ran with me. Enjoy and review!
"We should go up, erm, for patrol duty."
"Ahah. Patrol duty." James grinned and they rose to walk back to the castle.
After changing back into as little uniform as possible, covered up by their ebony robes, with wobbling hands, and fumbling with buttons and straps they reconvened in the common room to patrol the corridors. They walked slowly, and shiftily, looking behind them to check noone was watching. They encountered very few people. Finally desire could be overcome for little longer, and James darted into a hidden corridor, covered by a bust of Horace the Horrible.
"I never knew there was a corridor behind here." Lily was looking all around, peering through the gloom.
"I'm a man of many talents." James grinned.
"Oh I know." And so she rose up on tiptoes to meet her lips to his. Their mouths opened at the same time, and soon their tongues were engaged in an exotic tango of lust and passion. Their hands were running up and over curves and straights. Their hair became tousled and mussed, and their lips swollen. They had shrugged off their robes at the beginning and were standing in uniform, feeling practically naked in thin white shirts, and aging trousers and skirt. Their bodies were pressed up together, molding into one, as one set of curves fitted into another.
Lily could feel herself flushing as James hands slid under her top. No boys had ever been allowed to become this… intimate with her. Stop blushing Lily. It's no biggie. All the girls have gone further than this. She was chiding herself mentally. Suddenly in a fit of rebelliousness, she found herself lifting up her hands and her shirt was slipped off, breaking their embrace.
In the candlelight James found himself savouring all of Lily's body. Her skin was pale and smooth, and silky. She grinned, trying to look confident but he could feel her hands shaking in his. Take it slow, James. Don't pressure her. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off. Suddenly Lily was anxious to continue. She pushed James against the wall, roughly kissing him, her hands fumbling with the buttons on her skirt, that had been done up only half an hour before. She slipped it off too, and suddenly felt more naked than she had ever done before. I'm standing practically naked. Naked in front of James. She could feel her heart beating wildly, pressing against her skin. James too, pulled down his school regulation dark grey trousers and stood silent. I'm almost naked. Naked with Lily. He could barely suppress his grin, his heart was beating hard, so loud he thought that people in the next tower would be able to hear it. Their hands wandered, desperately, eagerly, lustfully and with purpose. They moved lower and lower down their bodies, always moving, massaging almost, and reaching the point of no return. Suddenly Lily held back, taking a step away.
"What is it?" James felt crushed.
"James… you make me feel like- like someone else. You make me feel special. And when I'm with you... I want to go further – further than I would usually." Lily's voice was the most tentative James had ever heard it. All of a sudden he felt a huge rush of affection for his girlfriend. It's her choice… she's been so brave telling me. He chided and persuaded himself at the same time.
"It's fine, Lil. We'll just – " A huge blast echoed through the castle, making Lily yelp and grab onto James as if grabbing on for dear life. Her nails scrabbled at his skin as the floor swayed and shook. A klaxon sounded somewhere, the pulsing noise invading every thought in the teens' heads.
"Get dressed!" James's voice was commanding and urgent, and yet, Lily could detect the fear in it, and wobble in his hand. Within a minute they were dressed, shirts barely done up, and the eachothers robes on, and shoes slipped hastily onto the wrong feet. They ran out of the corridor, drawing their wands as they went, casting lumos charms, as the castle was drenched in darkness. They could hear bangs and clatters and screams in the great hall so that was where they headed, running as fast as they could. Finally they reached the balcony. Below them was a scene of absolute dismay. Their teachers were battling fiercely with tall, masked, hooded figures. Death Eaters. Lily's breath caught in her throat. She watched in horror as a tall, bulky man pointed his wand at Professor McGonagall.
"Crucio!" His voice was deep, and the jet of red light hit her teacher square in the chest, making her crumble onto the floor, screaming and writhing in agony, her face twisting and contorting in pain. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he released her.
"That was just a taster, McGonagall." He spoke in a loud, gruff voice.
"You'll never, ever make me relent, Macnair." She spat the words out, breathing heavily. The sight of the woman acting to bravely seemed to spur James and Lily on. They ran down the staircase, to join the fray.
"Stupefy!" Lily cried, her voice high, but nevertheless, the spell hit Macnair in the back, making him stumble to the floor with a shock.
"Expelliarmus!" He cried, causing Lily's wand to fly out of her hand. James, who had been dueling fiercely with another Death Eater spun around, just in time to catch her wand, and toss it back.
"Oh no, little girl, you won't have your boyfriend there the whole time. Let's see how he likes this!" He pointed his wand at James and suddenly the boy was yanked up by the ankle, floating in the air. Lily's robes were flying about his face and he struggled against the magic, but to no avail.
"Liberacorpus!" Lily cried, pointing her wand at James, before rounding once again on Macnair. "Petrificus Totalus!" she cried, making the man go rigid as a board, and fall face forward. None of his comrades seemed to notice though, for one ever ran straight over him. To her left Dumbledore was battling viciously with about three Death Eaters, his beard flapped over hi shoulder so as to not get in the way. Suddenly there was a great creak, and without any other warning the great chandelier began to fall, gaining speed as it went. Everyone turned to watch, they couldn't help themselves, Macnair was the only person not able to run. His leg was trapped beneath the great twist of metal, and a sickening crunch made for a moments silence. Lily felt a stab of guilt, but reminded herself that he was a Death Eater after all. Suddenly everyone seemed to rememeber what was going on and all resumed duelling. Lily ran over to where James was. She racked her brains for a spell, any spell, that the woman would not be able to deflect with a lazy flick of her wand. Suddenly she was inspired.
"Sectumsempra!" She cried, waving her wand wildly. Large gashes appeared along the woamns midriff and ribs, bleeding profusley. Her eyes widened.
"Lily?" James looked immensley scared. But she did not reply. She knelt down beside the injured women, desperatley trying to rememeber any healing spells.
"Episky, episky, episky." She was jabbing her wand over the wounds, each incantation healing it only slightly. "Shit James!" She carried on mumbling spells udner her breath. Yes, this woman was a Death Eater, but she couldn't kill her. Finally she took a deep breath, and Lily knew she would be alright.
She leapt up, ready to continue, but out of the corner of her eye she saw an older Death Eater, stumbling up the stairs. Wordlessly she pointed to him, and gestured to James to follow her. They made their way up the stairs, following the man, who was heading towards the seventh floor. Finally, panting slightly they reached a tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy, who was trying to teach some dense looking trolls ballet. The man looked around furtively and paced three times up and down. Suddenly a polished chestnut door appeared. Lily gasped, causing James to clap his hand over her mouth. He entered quickly, and once the door was shut, it melted back into nothing.
"Shit!" She yanked off Jame's hand and stared at the wall. "What was that?"
"The Room of Requirment."
"The what?"
"It turns into any room you need. Any room at all." And with that James was off, pacing up and down in front of the wall. I need to find the room where the Death Eater is… I need to find the Death Eater…
Lily gasped. The shinig door had appeared once again. James strode forward to grab the handle.
"Wait. What if it's dangerous?" Lily's voice was shaking and hesitant.
"It's now or never, Lils." James's on the other hand was gruff and urgent.
"Just –" Lily ran forward and pressed her lips to James's, who recipricated. He grabbed his wand.
"Let's do it." He twisted the handle and they were in. Before them was a great room, stretching far as the eye can see. All along one wall was a series of giant, brass bells. There was an overwhelming urge for the teens to go and ring them, a pull, like a magnet. They both stared, slowing walking towards the metal structures.
"Stop it." Lily's voice was urgent. "Stop it James!" She pushed him hard and he tripped. "We have to go." She pulled on his hand, away towards the end of the room.
"Yeah…" His eyes were still fixed on the bells as he was lead further and furhter away. They walked for ten minutes, striding fast with wands ready.
"They are drawing closer." A deep, hoarse breath was drawn with excruciating slowness. "They are nearer than ever. I can feel the girl's presence." Another breath was taken, and Lily and James slowed. Another breath was taken, and Lily and James slowed, gripping the others hand. There was an odd chill in the air, a depressive one, one which made the teens think awful, sad thoughts. James let go. "Show yourself." He commanded, pointing his wand at the place where the voices had come from. Slowly a light brightened around two figures, illuminating their sunken cheeks and wrinkled brows. Lily gasped at the sight of the men, one slumped over, his chin touching his chest, the other crouched next to him.
The sitting one slowly looked up. "So the boy knows how to control, eh?" He drew another breath, making Lily draw her breath sharply. His skin was dark mottled brown, flaking and worn. It was deeply scarred and wrinkled, and looked as though it was rotting. His mouth was rounded, with no teeth, and no lips, just a gaping hole. His eyes were wide and round, two black orbs barely fitting in their sockets. He reached up to shield his eyes from the light James's wand was casting and his cloak slipped back. His fingers were long and pointed, tipped with nails that were decaying and cracked. His skin was blackened and burnt. He was truly terrifying. Lily and James recognised the other man, the older Death Eater, battle weary and old. He seemed to be clutching a small vial of shockingly red liquid, uncorked and ready to drink.
"Who are you?" James's voice shook. The sitting creature wheezed slightly, in a horrible deformation of laughter.
"I am a Dementor." He took a breath. "I have come furthest of all to becoming a human. I am the only one of my kind who has been… persuaded" He paused. "Persuaded to join the Dark Lord in his… quest."
"But how? You can't! You have no soul!" Lily burst out.
"Oh girl, you see I have captured a part of a soul. When the Dark Lord kills a man. . . I was the vessel for that man's soul. But I am the chosen one." He drew another agonising breath. "When the Dark Lord kills another, I shall be the one held highest in his esteem for I shall –"
"Shutup!" The man was on his feet. "Don't tell them any more!" He rounded on Lily and James. "You will never be privy to the Dark Lords plans!" He turned to the Dementor. "Fool!" And then back to Lily and James. "You shall pay for your impertinence." He raised his wand. "Cru-" But before he managed to finish the curse he was hit by James who had thrown himself at the Death Eater. And so they were off once again.
"Expelliarmus!" cried Lily, and the man's wand flew out of the air. However the Dementor had risen, floating a few inches above the ground and caught it. He pointed it straight at Lily. "Stupefy!" She was caught off guard. Despite the weakness of the spell, she still went tumbling to the ground, terrible thoughts marching through her head. James and the other Death Eater had given up on duelling and instead were throwing punches like there was no tomorrow. Already she could see long scratches running down his face and a spectacular black eye blooming.
"Lily! Get out of here!"
"We need to take him with us!" she cried, pointing wildly at the Dementor.
"I don't care. Just stay safe!" He snatched up his wand once again. "Petrificus Totalus!" he pointed the wand at the Death Eater who immediately went as rigid as a board. He rounded on the Dementor. Suddenly the creature raised its arm, and pushed out.
A huge ring echoed and reverberated through the room, making Lily and James clutch their ears and fall to their knees in pain. It shook them to their very bones, and made the floor slip and shake wildly. Lily found James's hand and hung on for dear life, tears streaming down her cheeks. The Dementor raised its arm again and a second ringing ricocheted through the room, making the ceiling crack and the tiles shatter. On one side Lily could feel warm wet blood trickle out from her ear. My eardrums have popped! I'll be deaf! She was overcome with a blind panic, and leapt to her feet. She opened her mouth to tell James to run, but was cut short. The Dementor was once again sitting in the corner, it's eerie glow surrounding it.
"You…" It took a slow breath, struggling to talk. "You will be the reason that the Dark Lord –"
"No!" James leapt forward, his wand out. "Levicorpus!" The Dementor was suddenly strung up. "Don't ruin her!" the boy snarled. He levitated the still frozen Death Eater up.
"We're going." He pointed his wand at the figures and they made their way back, half walking, and half running. As they passed the bells they could see they were twisted and deformed, some even melted. They were completely silent.
They made their way through the door, panting and hurried down the stairs, the Death Eater and Dementor floating creepily above their heads. Lily could hear nothing on one side, and the blood was still warm. The entrance hall was too, silent. Pushing open the doors of the Great Hall they were met with a strange sight. All the House Tables had been transfigured into a giant prison cell, containing the Death Eaters, gagged and bound. Next to them was a table, on which their wands were jumbled, buzzing a little.
"Oh dear, oh dear. What on earth happened?" Professor McGonagall hurried forward, concern clouding her grey eyes.
"We, uh, followed the Death Eater. And we found this." James gestured up to the Dementor. "Oh Good Lord…" Minerva stepped forward. "Albus! Come here, quickly." Their headmaster hurried towards the pair, his eyes widening as he went. With a flick of his wand an individual cell had been conjured. Another flick and the creature was locked safely inside, while the Death Eater joined his fellows. James opened his mouth.
"Please Mr Potter, explain later. You have both behaved admirably. I feel it would be best for you to see Madame Pomfrey and then retire to bed. We can discuss intricacies tomorrow."
Lily and James nodded, and made their way up to the Hospital Wing. They were tended to by the Matron, and left in peace. James sat heavily, making his bed creek.
"Well, you did it." Lily was the first to break the silence. "You fought them. The Death Eaters." Her voice was quiet, hoarse and cracked. She turned away and leant into her hands, ragged sobs escaping, making her back heave and tears flow like rivers. She gasped and the cries caught in her throat making it raw.
"I can't let you go." It hurt even to say five words. James rose and sat down next to her, his arms once again wrapped around her. Despite his warm embrace, Lily had never felt less safe.
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