Hey guys, sorry it's been awhile. This chapter is not really what I wanted but tell me what you think.
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So without further interuption, I give you chapter 6!
She watched as he fell, he seemed to have some sort of grace; almost as if he was swimming through the air. His maroon and gold robes billowing in the rough cold wind, he didn't seem to be fighting against the fall, but seemed to embrace it.
All she could hear was her own heartbeat and the sound of a horrible scream filled with raw pain and sadness, she pitied the poor sole but was only focusing on the dark figure that fell from the sky.
The sky was clear and cheerful, the oppisite of what everyone was feeling.
It wasn't until her throat started to throb with pain did she realise she was the one screaming, her face felt cold and hard underneath her hands and she felt Marlene's comforting arm on her shoulders.
Hands gripped her shoulders firmly, refusing to let go, refusing her to run to him. Marlene whispered words of comfort and reassurance, but she didn't know what she was talking about, how could anyone? There had been plenty of times she'd been scared in her life, but none could even compete with how she felt now.
Her shoulders shook with silent sobs and her hands were curled into tight fists, she bit on her lip hard, causing blood to trickle into her mouth.
Tears streamed down her face and she chocked on a sob, was it weird that she felt this much towards someone she used to hate? No, she told herself firmly, it doesn't matter how long they've known each other, she must love him.
She ran blindly towards the field, pushing through the throng of people that had crowded around his fallen crumpled body. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears, her fingers and toes stiff from the sudden cold.
She chocked back a sob as she gazed upon his broken body, "James?" She whispered feebly, her stomach churning at the metallic smell of blood.
Her head swam and she placed a cool hand against her forehead, she heard screams of horror as they gazed upon his poor broken body. How could he ever survive this?
Her vision became clouded with black spots before she felt her knees buckle beneath her and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Everything hurt; his back, his head, his arms and his torso. Everything throbbed with pain, making his head spin and his stomach churn. How long had he been out?
His throat was hoarse and dry, his tongue felt like a dead weight in his mouth. Struggling to open his eyes, his vision swam, making his head drop back upon the pillow with a sigh.
A pillow? Of course he must be in the hospital wing, for the last thing he remembered was falling off his broom and hitting the ground. Luckily for him he hadn't felt the moment when most of his bones had shattered and his head had hit the ground with a dull thud.
Everything had been a blur and his body had already been doubled over in pain from the blow to the ribs, he was going to kill the bastard that had hit that bludger.
Opening his eyes weakly he gave a start, for sitting next to his bed, her face pale and streaked with tears, was none other than Lily Evans. "Shouldn't you be in class?" he whispered meekly, his dry lips cracking painfully. Lily's head snapped upwards, her vivid green eyes shining bright with unshed tears.
Seeing him awake sent those tears tumbling over, and by the look of things this wasn't the first time she had been crying.
"Oh James," she murmured softly, stroking his black hair gently. "You scared me so much," her voiced cracked on the last word and her face crumbled. "Don't cry," James said feebly, his chest heaving excruciatingly with the effort.
"You shouldn't be speaking, you should be resting," Lily chocked out, her body shaking with sobs. Rising slowly and with care from the bed he pulled Lily close to his chest, wincing with the slight impact of her head against his shoulder.
Hearing his pain, Lily pulled back instantly, wiping her face with her sleeve. "Get some rest," she said firmly, pushing him gently against the bed. James sighed in relief when his body contacted the soft mattress, his eyelids already drooping; wearily he murmured "Go to class." She laughed softly, straightening out his blankets before tucking him in.
"Goodnight James," She whispered, brushing her lips across his brow lightly. The last thing James remembered was Lily gazing down at him, an affectionate look upon her face.
She stroked his hair lovingly, watching his eyes flutter softly in his sleep. He sighed deeply and rolled over, turning his back to Lily.
Snapping out of what seemed like a trance, she got to work. Smoothing out his blankets, cleaning his bedside table; this was cluttered with get well cards from countless fans.
Laughing softly at a corny card she was startled when the hospital doors slammed open, stirring James slightly from his sleep. "What the-"Lily spluttered, looking wildly at the intruders.
"Sorry for the disturbance Miss Evans," Professor McGonagall said shortly, striding into the hospital wing two dark figures by her side. "Come along Mr Snape," she said curtly, glancing at the dark figure on her left.
"I still don't see why I am here," announced the other figure by her side loudly, a trail of blood dripping from the side of his handsome face. "Sirius," Lily cried, running over to him, "What happened to you?" She asked curiously, inspecting his cut gently.
"Nothing," he said shortly, pulling away from her grasp. "What are you doing in here anyway?" He asked, glancing over at James's still figure warily. "I was just looking after James," she said quietly, her cheeks going red with embarrassment.
"Oh bloody course," Snape muttered, his greasy black hair hiding his eyes from his sully pale face. Lily regarded him with a fierce glare, before turning her back on him to face the Professor McGonagall.
"Well I was just about to head off Professor, but I can stay if you need me to," she stated, flipping her hair behind her head with a swish. "No that's fine Miss Evans, go back to the common room," the Professor replied absent-mindly, searching through the medicine cabinet hurriedly.
Taking one last glance at James's peaceful sleeping face, she swept out of the room, giving Sirius a small smile as she hurried past. It wasn't until she made it out of the hospital wing did she let her breath go, not knowing she had held it in.
Seeing Snape after James's accident was like another blow to the stomach, she knew deep down that she should mention Snape's behaviour back home to James.
But after his accident she couldn't even admit it to herself, surely Snape's feelings towards her were just affection, right? But for some reason no matter how many times she tried to assure herself, she couldn't shake the feeling that Snape's feelings went deeper, deep enough to hurt someone she loved.
She strode down the corridor quickly, comforted by the sharp click of her heel against the hard marble floor. How was it that a castle so big made of marble and stone could be so warm, she pondered thoughtfully as she hurried past various portraits. Her pace slowed as she neared the end of the hallway, her gaze flicking to a familar painting.
It was no special painting, just a man and a woman holding hands against a beautiful background. The background was a gorgeous garden filled with stunning flowers that must have taken forever to paint, but the thing that captured Lily's eye the most was the elegant detail of the man and woman's face.
You could just see the love that seemed to be bursting out of their faces, she could easily picture her and James looking at each other like that. She stroked the painting lovingly, watching as the man and woman giggled and danced around the painting. Sighing she continued on her way, occasionly nodding at various people.
It was almost like there was a secret message that went around to everyone, telling them that Lily needed space, Lily need time.
Glaring at Snape seemed to be working; he was edging closer and closer to the door, sending wary glances at Sirius.
Sirius smirked to himself, seeing the look on Snape's face when Sirius realised that it was his fault for James falling was priceless.
He sent a hesitant look over at his best-friend's figure, silent and un-moving. Too bad that James wasn't there to see it, the curse that Sirius hit Snape with was almost worth getting caught, almost.
He fingered his wand again, watching as Snape's eyes flashed in irritation and fear; he knew that Sirius would be after him, but this time with James. Finally after what seemed years, McGonagall dismissed them, not at all surprised when Sirius chose to stay behind.
With one last glare of hatred, Snape turned and sped down the hall, his black robes flapping almost bat-like. Sirius turned to his friend's sleeping form, his eyes raking over bandage after bandage. Snape may be a greasy bastard but he sure knew how to hurt someone, he whistled low as he caught sight of his mate's face, his eye swelled to the size of a tennis ball.
Almost sensing his friends arrival; James stirred. "Pads?" He murmured, blinking hard to awake fully. "Yeah it's me," Sirius murmured, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"How's it going?" James asked wearily, rubbing his eyes with his fists, sitting back in his bed. "Alright, found out you did this to you," He replied, gesturing to James's injuires.
"What?" asked James shocked, "I thought it was just a bludger," "Nope," replied Sirius seriously, "It was Snape,"
James's eyes widened before his face turned red with anger, "How?" he hissed, clenching his fists. "He convinced Norett to target you during the game, I'm not sure he meant for you to fall, but that's just a bonus for that slime ball," Sirius seethed.
"I'm going to kill him as soon as I get out of here," James raged, before sighing and flopping back onto the bed. "Pads, everything hurts," he whined, pouting at Sirius.
Sirius laughed cheerfully, ruffling James's hair, "Ah well, at least you have your girlfriend to nurse you back to health," Sirius said, a huge grin across his face.
James grinned, "Do you think she likes me?" He asked nervously, biting his lip. Sirius snorted, "Likes you? She's fricken fallen for you, fallen for you bad."
James face split into a smile, "I'm tired Pads, but tell Moony and Wormtail to come over yeh?" He asked with a yawn, settling back onto his mountain of pillows.
"Sure thing," Sirius replied over his shoulder, already walking out of the hospital wing.
Emmeline tapped her quill against her parchment impaitently, glancing every so often at the door. Finally after what seemed the millionth time that she checked her watch, Lily came through the door.
"Merlin Lils, what were you and James doing?" Em asked exasperatedly, blowing her hair out of her eyes. Lily blushed, taking a seat next to her brunette friend. "Nothing, nothing," she replied with a smile, "But he did wake up," she murmured as an after thought, pulling her text books out of her school bag slowly.
"Is he okay?" Em asked cautiously, watching Lily's reactions nervously. Lily had been very emotional this past week, bursting into hysterical tears any time anyone even mentioned James's accident. Soon the whole school new not to mention anything to Lily.
"What are you talking about Em, I'm fine," Lily replied curiously, glancing at Em with a small smile. "Oh that's good Lils, it's just that you've been a bit.. touchy," Em said quietly, cringing when Lily shot her a glare.
"I've just been very stressed about James," She replied stiffly, bending low to look at her page. "Lily," Em said softly, placing her hand comfortly against Lily's.
"Everything's going to be fine," She soothed, stroking her hand. Lily sighed and lent her head against the desk, "I was just so scared for him Em, so scared," she whispered, closing her eyes.
"What's this, Vance and Evans," Sang a husky feminine voice from behind Lily's head. Emmeline looked up to see a smirking Bellatrix Black, surrounded by her slimy Slytherin friends.
"Fuck off Black," Em snarled, shooting daggers at the dark-haired beauty, Bellatrix's smirk widened, showing perfct white teeth.
"Now, now Vance, language," Bellatrix said, "We wouldn't want you getting in trouble for having foul mouth, when your friend here has the foul blood,"
Em felt Lily stiffen beside her, before taking her hand from Em's. "Good day Bellatrix, Em I'll see you later," Lily said stiffly, before walking with her head high out of the library.
"You should tell your Mudblood friend to watch her back, we will come back," Bellatix snarled, before turning her back on Em and stalking out of the library.
Em exhaled a breath, leaning her head against her half finished essay, 'poor Lily,' she thought, 'the Slytherins will never give her a rest.'
Paking up her books slowly, she vowed that after James got out of the hospital wing, she would talk to him about the Slytherins.
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