Never Again, Harry Potter, James and Lily Chapter 7, Sweet Moments
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He dreamt he was in a lake, not something he had seen before, yet it felt familiar. The water was cool against his skin, and for some reason he could breathe, light and bubbly breaths that felt like he was inhaling smoke.
He looked around him, wondering why on earth he was there, for there didn't seem to be anything. Just when he started to get frustrated, he saw a light. It was a soft yellow colour and it seemed to leak through the water, weaving through the sea, tempting him to follow.
Slowly he moved forward, not swam or walked, but he seemed to glide swiftly and silently. After what seemed like hours everything stopped, the water no longer bubbled around him, he even stopped breathing. With a small pop the light disappeared, leaving everything dark and quiet.
Confused he reached into his pocket, curling his fingers around his wand he pulled it out; confused again as to why he would have his wand in a dream. Muttering 'Lumos' quietly, he watched as the water lit up before his eyes, soft light blues, followed by deep dark indigos. To his horror he saw what the light had been hiding from him, his Lily.
Connected to a chain that was connected to the ground, her body swaying in the water, her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes were closed. Her bright red hair shone in the light, fanning around her unconscious head, her chest moved with each breath she took. He dived towards her, taking long strokes in the now tough water. Meters before he reached her, he stuck his hand out, hoping to grasp her cloak.
Just as his fingertips brushed the edge of her dark cloak she was pulled away, dragged through the water by a dark figure. Glancing up in astonishment he saw the tall figure had long greasy hair and a slightly hooked nose, he didn't know who it was; he just knew that the thought of him made him shake with fury. He watched in terror as the figure drew Lily close, waking her up. His shoulders tensed as Lily hooked her arms around the figures neck; he almost gagged as they shared a passionate kiss.
He swam towards the surface, trying in vain to get the picture of Lily and the dark figure out of his head.
Just as he broke the surface, he woke gasping for air. He drank in deep breathes, ripping the sheets off his hot sweaty body. He stumbled blindly out of the hospital bed, before collapsing on the stone cold floor. He rested his burning forehead against the floor, coughing and spluttering wildly.
The dream had felt so real, so frighteningly real. He heard hurried footsteps across the stone floor, before a warm reassuring hand helped him back into bed. "I'm sorry my dear, I should have mentioned that the sleeping and healing draught I gave you gives you very vivid nightmares," Madame Promfrey murmured.
Straightening his blankets sharply, she placed a cool hand against his forehead before clicking her tongue against her mouth disapprovingly. "Here Potter, it won't heal you, but you won't have nightmares," she said softly, placing a small vial in his open palm. He nodded thankfully, downing the contents quickly; he grimaced at the horrid taste. His eyelids drooped wearily, as the effects of the potion began, and his last thought before he drifted off was of a certain redhead.
Emmeline Vance wasn't usually an early riser, but seeing as the bed next to her was making small whimpering noises and soft screams, it would be almost impossible to sleep through. Sighing she threw off the bed covers, shivering at the cold breeze on her bare skin.
'Of course, Marl forgot to shut the window again,' she thought in irritation, sending an annoyed glare at the snoring blonde. Padding quietly to the open window, she shut it noiselessly, peering as the Hogwarts ground in wonder. No matter how many times she looked at Hogwarts, she was still slightly amazed, even with the fact that she came from a wizarding family. Nothing was quite like Hogwarts. She was startled back to reality when a very small, very quiet scream came from the nearby bed. Emmeline exhaled softly, looking over at Lily's bed with pity.
Lily was just too private sometimes, rarely ever talking about her family or muggle life. Making her way over to Lily's bed, she peered through the bed hangings, before making a small frown. For Lily was tossing and turning, muttering nonsense under her breath. Slipping over to Lily's twisting form, Em placed a cool hand against Lily's face, making low comforting sounds at the back of her throat. Lily's cries grew silent as she started to wake, after a few minutes Ems eyes were met with large emerald eyes, shining bright with tears, "Oh Lils," Em muttered gently, placing a soothing arm around her shoulders.
'Poor Lily,' Em thought sadly, gazing at her shaken friend with worry. 'I just wish things would go well for you,'
Lily snuggled deeper into her pillow, squeezing her eyes tighter.
Last night's dream had been frightening, for it was different. Sitting up straight she opened her eyes, her features became shocked as her gaze fell upon her snoring friend curled up next to her. 'Oh merlin Em, drool much," she laughed, shaking her friend awake.
"A-wha?" Em asked bewilderedly, raising her sleepy head from Lily's pillow. "Get out of my bed Em," Lily said good-naturedly, pushing Em lightly off the bed. Stumbling to her own bed, Em collapsed on the soft mattress, letting out a sigh of pleasure. "I'm having a shower," Lily called sleepily, yawning as she walked to the bathroom.
Stripping off her singlet and shorts, she stepped into the gush of warm water, relaxing at the comforting touch. She lent her head against the icy tiles, closing her eyes, the feelings she had for James were becoming serious.
The ghost of last night's nightmare was in the back of her mind, she could almost still hear James's cruel mocking laughter as he walked away with Dorcas Meadows. Lily scowled as the thought of that blue-eyed golden-haired bitch. 'She's been sending glares all week,' she thought bitterly.
It didn't help that the stupid whore had been sending James chocolates, obviously laced with Amortentia. Groaning, Lily washed her hair, massaging her scalp at what she hoped was a good way to distract her from last night's vicious nightmare. After rinsing her hair for the second time, she stepped out of the shower, performing an instant drying spell that caused her hair to explode in a bomb of frizziness.
Grumbling to her-self as she wrapped a towel around her body, frowning at the image of herself in the mirror, she attempted to smooth her hair out. With James's accident, she'd been at his bedside instead of eating, choosing to grab a small bite from the kitchen, this caused her to lose weight and she became slightly paler. "Now I'm thin and bony," she thought sadly, poking at a ribcage miserably.
Attempting to wave the fog out of the bathroom, a loud banging interrupted her thoughts, followed by a shrill scream. "Lily, get out of the bathroom," whined the voice of Marlene, "I needa pee." Laughing to her-self as she opened the bathroom door, she watched as Marlene stumbled into the room, slamming the door behind her.
After dressing herself in Marlene's approved wardrobe and taming her wild hair, she sat on the bed, legs crossed with Marlene's make-up bag in her lap. Rummaging through the horrid pink bag, she searched for something that wasn't bright magenta or sparkly.
Suddenly Emmeline's face appeared before her eyes, "Lily," Em said gently, taking the bag from Lily's lap. "You've never really worn make-up before, why start now?" She asked, peering at Lily curiously. Lily sighed and put her head in her hands and groaned, "I'm so stupid Em, I…I had a dream that James picked Dorcas Meadows over me, I… it was horrible," she said quietly, frowning slightly. "It turned so horrible and frightening Em, it seemed so real, because I just know that he will pick someone prettier than me,"
Emmeline threw her head back and laughed a deep rich sound that made Lily's face flush. "Don't laugh at me Em, help me," she grumbled, hitting Em with a pillow. "Oh merlin Lily, you are daft sometimes, he fucking loves you," she cried, a huge smile on her face.
"But if you are really worried about it, I'll help you put some make-up on, make you look sexy," she joked, pulling out her own make-up case. Lily just rolled her eyes and sat back, ready for the lesson. "Now Lily, you have a very pretty face, so I won't use much foundation," Em instructed, squeezing a small amount of liquid into her palm and rubbing it into Lily's skin. 20 minutes later, Em was done. Lily's face was pale and smooth, with a small amount of blush on her cheeks. Her eyes were lined with eyeliner and mascara, making her green eyes stand out.
"One last thing," Em murmured, handing Lily a small pink tube. "It tastes like bubble-gum." Laughing, Lily hugged her friend and grabbed her school satchel, already heading out the door, "Thank-you," she called, smiling at her friend. "Good luck," she heard Em called behind her, as the door shut with a click.
Taking a deep breath and smoothing out her skirt, she descended down the stone steps, a huge smile on her face at the thought of seeing James again. She hummed quietly to her-self as she strolled towards the hospital wing, her mood chipper and happy. However when she opened the door to what she assumed an empty hospital wing, her mood immediately darkened.
For sitting at James's bedside, with her hair perfectly styled and her blouse neatly pressed, was Dorcas Meadows. Standing at the foot of the bed were her two perfect cronies, Leah Vance and Courtney Smith. The two girls were exactly like the popular girls friends in those horrible teenage muggle films; problem was that they were completely gorgeous, yet nasty and mean
. Seeing Lily at the door, Courtney laughed, "Well look who it is, Evans," she sneered, sanding Lily a glare. "Come to drool Evans?" Leah mocked, flipping her brown curls over her shoulder. "Really, I don't see why Emmy hangs out with you," Leah said, for Leah and Emmeline were cousins and looked very alike, yet they were very different in personality.
"Oh Lily dear, you're here, James just fell asleep, he was so glad that I was here and that you," she paused, looking at Lily with disdain, "were not." Dorcas smile sweetly at her, before examining a nail. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she stepped forward head held high,"That's quite all right Dorcas, you can leave now, I'm sure McGonagall will be wondering where you are," she said pointedly, smiling triumphantly as Dorcas's smile vanished.
Lily turned towards Leah and Courtney, eyebrow raised mockingly, "Vance, Smith," she threatened sweetly, crossing her arms over her chest. With a glare and a flick of hair they stalked out of the hospital room, not before adding "damn prefects," under their breaths. "Well Evans, you'd better watch out, because James is mine," Dorcas spat, before striding out of the room, the click of her shoes loud against the stone floor.
Groaning Lily plopped into Dorcas's recently occupied chair, resting her head in her palm. She looked over at James's bed to find two hazel eyes peering up at her. She let out a loud shriek, jumping up from the chair. "Oh James, I didn't realise you had woken," she breathed, clutching her chest as her heart thudded against her ribcage. "I was awake the whole time," he stated casually, shrugging his shoulders.
"I just didn't want to talk to Meadows anymore," Lily froze, James watched in amusement as her eyes went wide and he could see millions of thoughts racing through her head. "So you're telling me, that you were awake this whole time," she said slowly, her face flushed. "Yup," he replied, a smirk adorning his handsome face.
"Oh," she squeaked, sitting down in the chair with a huff, "I see." James chuckled and pulled her towards him, "There's nothing to worry about Lils, Meadows just thinks there's something between us because our mothers are friends," he said squeezing her tighter.
Lily relaxed into his warm embrace, her worries about Dorcas far from her mind. "Well actually scratch that, my mother also wishes for us to be together, she's always badgering me about how our relationship would be good for the Potter title," he added as an afterthought, a scowl on his face.
"Does your mother know about me?" Lily asked timidly, raising her face from his neck to stare up at him. "Oh yes," he assured her hurriedly, "although I'm not sure she approves, you being muggleborn and all." Lily frowned, pondering this for a moment. "Do you think she would like me?" she asked hopefully, secretly crossing her fingers, whilst waiting James's reply.
"Of course, she just doesn't know you yet," he replied warmly, stroking Lily's hair softly. He was positive that his mother would love Lily just the way he did, instead of worrying about the pureblood society and upholding a status, "So James, I hope I'm not being rude or anything, but do your parents hate muggles and muggleborns?"She asked carefully, pulling away to study his reaction.
"They don't hate them," he replied, a frown on his face. "But they are a part of a society that is all about purebloods and half-bloods having parties, balls, functions and meetings of sorts," he explained, ticking off each thing on his fingers. "It's all about reputation and heritage, mostly people trying to marry their children off to someone rich and well known, so that they get connections," he said, grinning at Lily.
"That's how mum raised us," he finished. "Us, who is us?" Lily asked confused, as far as she knew she thought that James was an only child, as his parents had had him when they were older.
"Sirius of course, he's always been part of the family, but last summer he moved in for real," he exclaimed, obviously still excited.
Lily laughed and pulled out of the embrace. "You seem well," she stated, searching him from head to toe for any signs of injury, "I feel fine," he cried, standing up and stretching wildly. "You look fine," Lily breathed; her eyes widened as James's shirt rose slightly, revealing a small strip of tanned skin. James's eyes darkened and he ruffled his black hair, tempting Lily to reach out and stroke it.
James cleared his throat nervously and she flushed and stepped back, not releasing that she had stepped forward and stroked his hair. "Sorry," she blurted out, dropping her gaze to stare at her shoes. She licked her lips, ready to change the topic, when a pair of soft lips against her own cut her off. Breaking apart slowly, they stared into each other's eyes, before their lips met yet again.
Dancing in a fiery passion that made Lily's head spin and clutch him tighter. Her small soft lips against his own were intoxicating; it was like nothing he'd ever tasted before. James pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her petite frame. Lily placed her arms around his neck, before pulling at his wild messy hair passionately.
A loud bang interrupted them, causing them to break apart hastily, each one flushed and breathing hard, huge grins on their faces. In two strides James was at the door, pulling it open see the intruder. The door opened to find Snape's pale face, furious and seething. Scowling, James shut the door behind him, before turning around and crossing his arms over his chest.
"What is it Snivellus?" He asked coldly, looking down at the other boy in disgust. "Don't talk down to me Potter, you don't deserve her," Snape spat, his eyes glinting with anger. "What and you do?" James asked furiously, moving his hands to his side and clenching them tightly.
"YES!" Snape roared, his face flushed bright red. "I love Lily like you never could, we grew up together, we belong together," he finished, throwing his arms in the air. James growled in the back of his throat and moved forward, his hand reaching into his hospital pants for his wand.
Lily watched as James opened the door and closed it behind him. She heard angry shouting and shifted in her seat uneasily.
Finally after what seemed ages, she got up standing against the door, her ear pressed against it. Scowling, she opened the door. "Snape," she hissed, pointing her wand at his throat. She could see his eyes widen with fear and surprise. James yelped and turned around, before relaxing and placing his hand on her waist.
Smiling at him, she turned back to Snape, the smile instantly wiped clean off her face. "Er, Lily, how much did you hear?" Snape chocked out, his face pale behind his greasy black hair. "Everything," she spat, her eyes glinting with anger. "I do love you Lily, Potter is a fucking moron," he said, sneering at James.
"Fuck Off," Lily said harshly, placing the tip of her wand on his nose. James's grip had tightened and he was holding her, his wand now at his side. "Lily," Snape pleaded, his eyes cross eyed, looking wearily at her wand. Lily cleared her throat and raised her wand, ready to hex him into oblivion. "Lils," James voice said softly, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
"Let him go, he may be a fucking asshole who needs to have a shower, but you should let him go," he said, glancing at Snape with disgust. "I don't need your help Potter," Snape said crossly, glaring at James with hatred. "I wasn't helping you," James stated coldly, pulling Lily tighter to him. "Let him go," he whispered gently into her ear, pressing a soft kiss against her temple.
Sighing, Lily dropped her wand, turning to face James, she smiled. "You're so sweet some times," she murmured, looping her arm through his. They walked back into the hospital wing, arm in arm, both gazing at the other with such adoration and love it made Snape sick. But for all the hatred he felt towards James Potter, it was Lily Evans that caused the tears to slip down his face silently.
For he loved her so much, yet he couldn't show her; she just didn't understand. 'I'll get Potter, if it's the last thing I do, this time for good,' he vowed silently, wiping his face with the sleeve of his robes. Turning on his heel he sped down the hall, his robes flapping beside him, his anger growing with each step he took. He caught sight of Black and McKinnon flirting near a broom closet, he winced at the blondes high pitched giggle, "Oh Sirius, you're so sweet," he mocked under his breath, sending a glare their way.
'I hate sweet moments like that,' he cursed, clutching his wand tighter.
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