DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling won't give me any of the characters, not even for my birthday. Not even Lily. I'm really considering kidnapping Lily, I want her as a sister…
AUTHORS NOTE: Yes, I know, short chapter… sorry about that. I wanted it to be longer, but the truth is, I'm tired. If there is something that doesn't make sense, tell me, it will most likely be a mistake, especially seeing as I'm up at 3:30am… anyway, I've been quite worked up the past few hours, and I've spent a lot of time venting to other people online, and crying in real life. Long story… it's explained a bit in the author's note for 'Give in to You'. Anyway, here is chapter nine, hope you enjoy it! Please, please review, I feel really sad when nobody reviews. So, if you're reading this, tell me what you think, even if you just send a rating out of 10 or something…
Lily sat by herself in the park outside her childhood home; the park where she'd met Sev, found out she was a witch. The park where her whole life changed… though it hurt to think about Sev, this was the place she'd always felt safe – no matter what was happening, she could still call this home. Of course, she didn't live there anymore, and Tuney live with Vernon Dursley now, and since her parents had died their old house had been sold. Lily didn't care much for her old house. She missed her parents a lot, and she missed the days when Tuney would talk to her, play with her instead of yelling at her and calling her a freak. Life had been so simple then, so easy. Things had changed so much since then, and she hoped that Harry and Neville would never have to go through what she had to.
She felt bad for running out and leaving James, annoyed at her own lack of patience with him. She'd felt angry, bitter and upset, she hadn't stopped to think. But the one image that remained in Lily's head was the one of James looking at her sadly with pain in his eyes as she called him Potter. He hated that, he always had. James had often said that the moment he knew for sure that she loved him back was the first time she called him James. To go back to calling him Potter now was mean and spiteful.
But she couldn't take back what she'd said; couldn't turn back time. Lily knew she should go back, apologise, make things right between her and James, but she couldn't just yet. She knew that James would forgive her right away, but she didn't want his forgiveness just yet. She didn't deserve it.
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James was sick with worry. He was scared that something would happen to Lily, or that she'd leave him. It had taken years for James to get Lily to even be friends with him, and even longer to get her to admit that she loved him. And now that he'd finally got her, she was slipping away from him, that fiery glare flashing in her green eyes. He loved those eyes, like the colours of the evergreen trees she sat in the shade of, and when she was angry, they were stunning emeralds, cold fire dancing in their glimmering depths.
He loved that glare of hers, so wild and untamed, but he hated it when she turned that glare on towards him. For such a sweet, innocent little thing, she had her dark side, and was immensely talented at holding grudges.
What scared him was that he didn't know where she'd gone. But what scared him more was that he didn't know how to bring her back…