Never Again-Harry Potter-James & Lily-The same, but different?
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry & more sorry's.
My computer did some weird whoopdee thing and I forgot to update the story. It's not as long as the last chapter and I made the end up at the last minute and you find out some things that weren't part of the draft but I want to know if you like the little bits that make you got what?
Disclaimer: I am merely attempting at a JK Rowling masterpiece..
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The dark hallway was eerily silent, her footsteps echoing off the dark stonewalls. She peered into the darkness. Nothing.
Suddenly she felt movement on her left, she spun round wildly, her hair slapping her face as she turned. Still nothing. Her heartbeat quickened, she was scared, so scared, but of what?
She resumed walking into the darkness, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. She wasn't sure what was out there, but she somehow knew it wouldn't be good.
A shadow flicked across her vision, causing her to stumble back in surprise. How was it possible that she could see that shadow in total darkness? She got to her feet slowly, shaking her head in confusion.
It must have been a trick of the eye, she told herself. But she still quickened her pace, desperately trying to reach whatever was beyond this darkness, she had to reach it. A howling wind blew through the hallway, making her hair fly out in front of her.
Gripped by some unknown fear, she ran, ran blindly through the darkness, reaching and reaching, but unable to grasp it. She stumbled, falling to the ground in a heap, her chest heaved with broken sobs, her face wet with silent tears. It was the same, always the same.
Lily woke up gasping for air, gripping the sheets beneath her fiercely. This wasn't the first time she'd been haunted by strange nightmares, it was always the same; yet somehow different.
She sat up straight, reaching blindly in the dark for her wand; a sob escaped her throat as her fingers closed around the thin wood. She sighed in relief when light flooded the room, leaning her head in her hands she was surprised to find her cheeks wet.
She'd never cried before, sure the dreams frightened her out of her wits, but she had never cried. Untangling herself from her sheets, she slipped off the bed, pulling on her woollen slippers. In the bed across from her Em groaned, rolling over.
Lily flinched, pausing to stare at Em's now sleeping form, after a moment she pulled a blanket from her bed, draping it over her shoulders. Tightening the blanket, she tiptoed across the room, wincing when the door squeaked open.
She closed the door quietly, making her way down the stone steps, at this time of night there should have been no one in the Common Room, which was why Lily was so surprised to see someone there; that she shrieked.
Clapping her hands to her mouth in horror, lily watched as the person in the armchair jumped up, obviously awakened by her loud shriek.
"Merlin Lily, you scared me half to death," The person muttered, tugging at there hair anxiously. "James?" Lily asked in surprise, after the date she had bid him goodnight ages ago. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep," he replied, relaxing back into the armchair with a sigh.
"Yeah me too," She lied, coming to sit across from him on the large couch. He studied her thoughtfully, his hazel eyes boring into her own.
She wiggled nervously, embarrassed underneath is hard stare. Suddenly he stood up, standing tall next to Lily, with a sigh he sat next to her, the couch squeaking in protest. Lily looked at him, her eyes confused, as if to answer her unspoken question he held out his arms, offering her a place to be comforted in.
"I know you had nightmares Lily," he whispered softly, his arms still open wide. A flash of her running and falling in darkness, made her eyes well up with tears. A sob escaped her lips as she looked into those familiar hazel eyes, trust, understanding, security and warmth lay behind those wire rimmed glasses.
She clambered into his arms, resting her head against his firm shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around her frail form. "What happened Lily?" He asked quietly, squeezing her reassuringly.
"That's just it James, I don't know," she said hoarsely, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. "It's always the same, yet I don't know. I'm running in the dark and I'm trying to reach something..But I don't know what!"
With that, she buried her head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his warm musky scent. James rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair lovingly. "Thank you," she whispered, lifting her head up from his neck and moving back onto the couch.
They sat in comfortable silence for what seemed like an hour, before James grabbed Lily's hand, intwining there hands togther and pulling her to her feet. "It's time we head of to bed," he said, leading her up to the stairs.
They stared into each others eyes, before pulling away bashfully. "Goodnight Lily," he breathed, before swooping down and placing a firm kiss against her lips and racing up the stairs. Leaving her shocked and feeling her tingling lips that still tasted like him. "Goodnight James,"
With that she turned and opended the door hastily, before closing it with a small click. Leaning against the door she buried her head in her hands, a small smile adorning her lovely face.
The great hall was alight with laughter and delight, the majority of the students wore gold and maroon while the other half wore a mixture of blue and bronze and silver and green.
For today was the first day of quidditch, a match between Griffindor and Ravenclaw, long awaited by weeks of training. At one particular table sat a stunning quidditch captain, hunched over his breakfast, surronded by adoring fans and delighted Griffindors.
Sharing his misery was his best mate, Sirius Black, whom at that moment was staring moodily at his porridge, playing absently with his spoon. Watching with an expression mixed with amusement and irratation was Remus Lupin who happened to be sandwhiched between the two, whilst trying to finish his breakfast.
"Alright, what's wrong?" He asked wearily, pushing his plate away with a clatter. At that both boys seemed to burst, both explaining in extrodianrily detail and at earsplitting volume why they were un-prepared for the match and the odds on which they would lose.
With a sigh he held up his hand, pressing him lips into a firm line. Both ebony-haired boys halted the mid rant with suprise and curiosity etched on their beautiful faces. Once there was silence Remus lowered his hand, before plieing his plate with food once more.
Sirius and James looked at each other with bewilderment, what was with Remus? After a moments silence, James cleared his throat nervously, "Er..Remus?" He asked, wringing his hands together.
Remus sighed and stopped eating, wiping his hands on the jeans of his pants. "You two are being ridiculous, you've got this game in the bag, you've been training for weeks. I know because you've made me and Pete come down to ALL of your trainings."
Sirius and James chuckled half-heartedly, "I guess your right Moony, it's stupid of us to be nervous," Sirius said, scooping some porridge into his mouth. "Fanx Moo-hey," he said thickly through a mouthful of porridge.
Remus cringed in disgust before standing up and grabbing his Griffindor scarf, before turning to them and saying "By the way, I'm always right." With that he strode off towards the door, swinging his scarf as he went.
"Why's Moony in such a good mood today?" Peter asked thoughtfully, as he folded the newspaper carefully. "Who know's James replied, his dark eyes searching the crowd for a particular red-head.
"She's not here," muttered a surly voice from behind him, James whipped round to look behind him, his face pulling into a scowl. "What are you doing here Snivellus?" James demanded, his eyes glinting with hatred behind the steel frames.
"She's not here because she's up in her dorm fretting over what to wear to see you," Snape spat, a look of pure disgust and hurt on his face. James's scowl slowly turned into a smirk, realising why Snape was hurt.
"Jealous?" He asked mildly, peering at his nails in false calmness, when inside he wanted to do a little jiggy while punching Snape in the nose. Snape looked outraged, his mouth curling and his hands clenched.
"She's to good for you Potter," he said finally, taking deep breaths in order to keep calm. "Well at least I've got her," James replied a smug smile adorned his handsome face as he rose from the seat.
Snape flinched like he'd been hit, pain flashed across his face before he turned and sped off down the hall, exiting out the door. Sirius, quiet during this whole time, clapped James on the back, a small smile on his face.
James sighed, what is Snape was right, what if Lily was to good for him. Peter patted his arm reassuringly, his face looked worried as he surveyed his friends face, for he hoped that Snape had not put any doubt into the other boy's head.
"Don't worry about it mate, Snape is just a jealous fuckhead," Sirius muttered, stabbing at a peice of bacon with his fork, a look of concentration adorning his handsome face.
James nodded numbly, returning to his egg and now eaten bacon, with little enthusiasm. Sirius glanced at the door, before kicking James in the leg sharply. James cried out in both pain and shock, a look of idnigtion on his face.
"What the fuck was that for?" He asked crossly, folding his arms in a huff. Sirius motioned with his head toward the door, an amused smile on his face.
Lily swept past a hurried figure, her hands hurridley smoothing out imaginary lint on her marron and gold scarf. Fluffing her hair with her fingers, she walked into the great hall, her green eyes darting from person to person; searching for that one person.
Her face broke into a smile as her eyes rested on a familar face, she walked briskly to his table before sliding in next to him.
James grinned toothily at her his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief and..something else, something he hoped to hide from her. She searched his face, before glancing at the remaining boys around them, all who hastily avoided her gaze, choosing to stare at the empty plates before them.
"What happened?' she murmered, filling her plate with toast. James cleared his throat uncomfortably before stating; "Snivellious."
Lily stopped chewing abruptly, her face turned to James, a curious expression on her face. "What did Snape do?" She asked curiously, because despite being from the same hometown, her and Severus had never been good friends.
"Oh nothing huge just, made fun of Griffindor again," James said offhandly, refusing to meet Lily's gaze. "James why are you making such a big deal out of nothing?"She asked, irratated by James's actics.
James let out a breath, shaking the hair from his eyes, he met Lily's gaze. "Fine," he muttered. "I think Snivellious has feelings for you, strange feelings."
Lily's face paled slightly and she seemed to sink a bit lower in her seat, "He always has been a tad possessive," she murmered thoughtfully.
"Possessive," Sirius snorted, "He's fricken obssessed, he told us that you were in your dorm this morning figuring what to wear,"
Lily flushed and picked up her toast, "Well I don't think you have anything to worry about James, I'm sure it's just a crush," she said dismisivley, taking a huge bite of toast.
As Lily talked about the upcoming quidditch match with Sirius, James continued to think about Snape and Lily. He just had a sinking suspicion that Snapes affection for Lily was more than just a crush, he'd have to watch out for Snape.
The sun shone brightly as Lily hurried across the lush Qudditich field, the hood of her jacket up to keep her hair from blowing across her face. The weather might have warmed, but the wind off the Southern East could be both brutal and peaceful; gently blowing the leaves in the nearby trees.
Marlene was waiting for her in the stands, sprawled on the seats in an unladylike-like fashion. She was wearing jeans and a hoody, for once choosing to be casual instead of overdressed.
"Sup," she stated, giving Lily what she thought was a casual nod, when actually it looked like she was a teenage muggle boy. Lily smirked and plopped herself down in the seat next to her, "What are you 12 and a muggle boy?" Lily asked incredioulsy, tipping her head back to soak in the suns rays.
"I heard some second years talking about it and they were calling each other fomiers or something," she answered with a confused laugh, looking to Lily for an explination.
"I think it's homies Mar, it's some stupid muggle language that's supposed to catch on, Petunia's been talking like that all holidays until she founf out it was for boys," Lily explained, throwing back her head with laughter.
"Your sister's such an idiot," Marlene snorted, rising from her seat slowly, "The game's about to start." Lily stood quickly, bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation.
"Calm down, here he comes," Marlene muttered, shooting Lily an amused glare. Lily just grinned, standing on her tippie toes to get a better view, she almost swooned watching James stride out on the field.
"This is going to be one fucken long game," Marlene sighed, rolling her eyes at her best friends actions, sitting down on the seat she pulled out a book. "Your going to read," Lily muttered dissaprovingly, glancing down at the bored blonde.
"Just tell me if anything interesting happens," Marlene replied, already losing herself in 101 fashion tips for teenage girls, a pretty dull book but it seemed to take her mind of other things.
It wasn't until there was a loud gasp of horror from the person next to her did she finally glance up, to her astonishment there was Lily clutching her pale face, a terrified expression adorning her face.
"What is it Lily?" She asked, standing to inspect her friend. "James," she breathed, pointing to the pitch with a trembling finger. For on the pitch was a sole figure high up in the air, dangling from his broom with one hand.
Small gasps and murmurs filled the air as the crowd noticed their prized player in terrible danger, Lily clutched Marlene's arm with a tight grip, piercing her long nails into Marlene's pale skin.
Almost as if it was in slow motion, James's hand slipped, sending him falling to the ground, his maroon and gold robe billowing in the cold wind.
A shattered scream filled the air, soon filled by many others. But that one shriek caused people to shudder and cringe, for the scream was filled with so much terror and pain that they all barley heard the one word she screamed; James.
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