Title: One In A Million
Written By: Naveah :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything…except for a few characters and the plot. The setting and main characters belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling!
Preface: It is said that Love is all about making sacrifices for the one you love, about fulfilling their happiness to its' utmost potential. Because the only reason to make you complete is just the fact of that person being happy, whether or not you are. Just seeing them happy is all you need to make yourself happy, even if you're not the reason for their happiness. Because that's what Love is. It's all about unselfishness. Giving more than everything without the expectation of gaining anything in return. To see their happy face, their smiling face is enough to live, it's enough to make you complete and if not happy in itself.
Summary: It is said that Kenneth Potter's vineyard was the birthplace of the best wine available in all of England. Many often wondered what was it that made the grapes so sweet? Kenneth Potter's famous answer was the perfect blend of ingredients, the perfect calculations of brewing, and love. Legend says that the sweetness of the grapes relies on the kind of love that a brewer couple manning the vineyard shares. When Kenneth Potter suffers a fatal heart attack, his grandson James Potter is forced to return to the vineyard and learn to attend to it.
It's the summer before Seventh Year and all James Potter wanted was the summer of a lifetime with mayhem and mischief shared with the rest of the Marauders. But instead finds that his summer is consisted of accompanying his Grandfather, learning the family business. He unwillingly undergoes the job of wine-brewing, much to his distaste that he tries and make everyone as miserable as he is. What happens when his Grandfather unintentionally hires a young girl who happened to be none other than his long-time rival Lily Evans? The two are forced to work together, learning not only about the "perfect foundations of wine-brewing" but about each other, and most importantly about love. With just a little bit of faith and a few prying friends, the two could bring together the greatest love the world has ever seen, and along the way finally make the Legend come true. A love like theirs' can be found only once in a lifetime for a love like theirs' is one in a million.
Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has Reviewed! It is really appreciated & I can't thank each & every one of you guys enough! It is so encouraging! THANK YOU! :D
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They say that good things take time
But really great things happen in a blink of an eye
Thought the chances of meeting somebody like you
Were a million to one
I can not believe it
You're One in a Million
All this time I was looking for love,
Trying to make things work
That wasn't good enough
Till I thought I was through,
Said I was done
Then stumbled into the arms of the one
CHAPTER 6:
Touché
The first week flew by for both Lily and James with nothing but busy work and learning to get used to their jobs. Lily Evans happened to be more enthusiastic about her job than her enemy, jumping at any opportunity to leave the office she was cooped up at inside the Grand Estate Mansion and a chance to roam outdoors on the beautiful vineyard. James, on the other hand, detested his job, still trying his hardest to make everyone around him miserable. He lazily did his work, manning the vineyard as slow as possible and did everything he could to get a chance to step into the inside of the Grand Estate Mansion.
By the end of the week, Lily Evans knew how to man a vineyard, knowing every detail possible that she knew as much as Kenneth Potter Sr. knew about his plantation. James, as one was to expect, knew nothing except what he had to in order to do his job. And no matter how many lectures he received from Olga or his grandfather, his lack of work ethic just continued, if not worsened. Both Olga and his grandfather found those times to lecture James to be convenient during dinner that workers and Lily often declined the invite to join the Potters' and Olga at dinner.
Dinner was supposed to be the best time of the day, filled with stories and laughter, and of course company of all the vineyard workers joined together at the big mahogany table supplied with enormous varieties of the best homemade food. But unfortunately for all vineyard employees and family members, dinner had been consisted of nothing but arguments between the owner and his grandson and of course with the blurt in of opinions from Olga, the personal assistant in charge of almost everything inside and outside of the Grand Estate Mansion and vineyard. James hated dinner; he hated having to listen to the constant nagging and pestering of Olga and the annoying lectures he received mainly from her for not showing enough enthusiasm for his job.
But what James hated most about dinnertime was the fact that, mainly to him, Olga seemed to pursue that time to compare Lily to James. He hated that Olga made him seem almost ungrateful and if not, worthless of being a Potter. He felt angry that Olga seemed to influence his grandfather's very own opinion whenever Kenny Potter Sr. would speak his mind on the subject. According to Olga(and his grandfather, though Olga affected his opinion-at least that's how it seemed to James), Lily was a far better worker, who was far more respectful, far more appreciative, showed far more better work ethic, far more approachable, far more human, and far more better than himself. James hated being compared to, especially more so now that he was being compared to Lily for every little thing.
So in turn, James did worse. His attitude was worse, his whole persona was worse, and he didn't miss a beat to make sure that every single person at the vineyard knew that he was miserable and that he was going to continue to get worse. He hated everything about the summer, he hated how he was forced by his parents to work at the vineyard for he didn't find manning a vineyard to be a career in his future, he hated how of all the people in the world he had to work with his enemy that he despised most in his life, he hated how Olga always made him seem like the bad guy even when he hadn't done anything, he hated that Sirius and the other Marauders hadn't written to him or gotten back to him in almost two weeks, and he hated that he was not, for once in his lifetime, the center of his grandfather's universe.
Lily seemed to revolve around his world, spending time with her, telling her stories, encouraging her, and remotely spending every waking moment with the beautiful redhead. James felt forgotten, removed, and unloved. And he did not like that feeling one bit. He hated the feeling of all those three, especially combined. And he was not about to get used to those feelings. He was going to make sure that Lily Evans got what she deserved and he was going to make sure that everyone who was involved into making him feel those emotions would wish they never had. He was going to make them feel bad; make them wish they had treated him better.
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James woke up groggily the next morning, tired and annoyed about the previous nights that he had spent angrily watching his grandfather and Lily beside the fireplace reading some stupid old book together while James was left on the couch writing out plans for future pranks that he was going to pull once he and the Marauders got together again. He spent the whole evening glaring at the two reading and laughing, feeling left out for the two never once invited him to join them.
James ran his fingers through his hair, still thinking of the night before while rising from his bed, and gave forth a little yawn. Looking around to the window he saw that the sun was already out with the clouds slightly blocking the rays giving forth shades around the entire vineyard. James yawned as he walked towards the bathroom, not caring that he was going across the hallway in nothing but just boxers.
He rubbed his eyes still sleepy from the night before and therefore not watching where he was going, ran into something solid that he knew was not the door. He let out a groan as he fell, his elbows landing on the hard, cold marble floor and his glasses falling askew on his nose. The person beside him gave a little grunt as whoever it was fell to the floor too.
Great. I can't make it to the freaking bathroom to take my freaking shower without someone walking in my way. James thought as he realized that every time he got up to take his morning showers he almost always ran into someone. How he hated mornings, how he hated that everyone at the vineyard seemed to work around on the same schedule, and how he hated right at this very moment he happened to be lying on the marble floor in nothing but boxers in front of Lily Evans.
James rose up from the floor, grapping the towel that had fallen, and threw it over his shoulder. He glanced at Lily who seemed to be in her own little world and he gave a little smirk as he realized that she was eyeing his body probably forgetting who the body belonged to and forgetting all of her senses.
And as Lily Evans rose from her sitting position, she found her eyes wandering the tan body of James Potter and she couldn't help following his glistening skin all the way down to his boxers. His skin was far tanner than she had imagined and she would never admit it out loud and even to herself but she found his body to be quite attractive, and for a split second she wanted to touch the pecks of his abdominal, to touch those perfectly shaped abs.
James in turn turned his eyes to Lily's body and realized that she was in nothing more than a small, fluffy, pink towel, wrapped tightly around her. Her lightly colored skin was glistening from what appeared to be the cause of the water that was dripping from her slightly wet hair. He found it hard to draw his eyes to her face for he couldn't help staring at her perfectly shaped legs and he hadn't realized until now how beautiful and long her legs really were; but of course he would never even begin to admit that to himself. His eyes traveled up from her legs to the towel wrapped around her, and finally to her face where she in turn caught his eyes.
Lily gave a slight blush as James just gave a little cough, his face formed in a slight smirk. Lily turned to walk away but James walked forward in the same direction, purposely getting in her way. Her face formed a slight scowl, annoyed that she had been caught eyeing him.
"Would you care for a picture?" James whispered his face still in a smirk. Lily gave another blush as her scowl hardened.
"No, thanks, Potter. I don't need a walking reminder of a hideous monster I'm stuck working with, thanks." Lily snapped trying her hardest to seem a little nonchalant about the situation. Lily turned to walk away from him but James continued to stay rooted to the spot, blocking her path.
"I wasn't talking about Olga, Evans. I was simply offering you a chance that anyone would die to have, and that would be a chance to look at me every waking moment." James laughed satisfied that he was getting an early start with annoying Lily.
"Unfortunately for me Potter, I don't need a picture to get that chance to look at you every waking moment. And trust me; I almost die in disgust from it to." Lily snapped trying once again to get away from James but to her dismay he was still blocking her path.
"Ouch, Evans. That almost brought a tear to my eyes." James rolled his eyes while taking another step towards her.
"Well, you happen to bring tears to my eyes every time they lay on you." Lily took a step towards him, getting quite angry that she happened to be fortunate enough to walk into James wrapped up in a towel.
"That's funny considering you were just eyeing my body hungrily."
"I was not. I believe you were the one enjoying the view."
"Maybe so but you seemed to be in your own little world while doing so. If I say so myself, you should wear a towel more often. At least this outfit doesn't bring tears to my eyes."
"Well, Potter, if your face doesn't bring tears to my eyes your breath surely will! God, ever heard of a toothbrush?!" Lily squealed giving a fake but rather convincing cough. James narrowed his eyes to glare at her before pushing her out of the way and headed for the bathroom door.
"If my breath brings tears to your eyes it doesn't compare to just glancing at you." James snapped as he walked into the bathroom. Lily rolled her eyes almost considering bursting into laughter at how pathetic his comeback was. James was about to shut the door before Lily gave the door a slight push back, "By the way, I just wanted to tell you just how manly you are for wearing such beautiful purple lady bug boxers."
"Touché." was all James mumbled under his breath.
Lily walked away, swaying her hips down the hall still wrapped up in her fluffy, pink towel laughing all the way to her room. James let out a growl as he slammed the door shut behind him and settled himself in the hot shower, allowing the warm water to run down his body, the whole while thinking of his little run-in with Lily and how he found himself embarrassed that she had mentioned his purple lady bug boxers.
The same boxers that he had had forever because he had considered them his lucky boxers for it was the same boxers that happened to win him his first Quidditch game, the same boxers that he had worn when he took all of his exams and found that he had passed each and every one with high marks mind you, the same boxers he wore the first time he scored a date with Sixth Year Regina Martinez during his Fourth Year, and the very same boxers he wore when he and the Marauders played a prank. How dare she poke fun at his lucky boxers, how dare she make him embarrassed! Oh, how he hated Lily Evans.
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"Mr. Smithson, why is the Red Seedless Grapes on vine fifty-two covered in pesticides? Who ordered for that vine to be treated?" Lily asked as she glanced at the piece of paper attached to a board in her hands.
Mr. John Smithson was an older man with graying brown hair and happy blue eyes. He was elderly, filled with stories that he would gladly tell to anyone who would listen. He was head of the maintaining all of the two thousand five hundred forty three grapevines at the Potters' vineyard. He had been working for Kenny Potter Sr. since he was eleven years old and he could practically maintain the vineyard while he was sleeping for he knew everything there was to know about manning a vineyard.
Lily and Mr. Smithson stood inside the shed where all the pesticides and medicines were kept in incase any of the grapevines, the flowers, the trees, and the grass needed any treating of some sort. It was a pretty little white shed built out of a plain willow tree and stood at about 8 feet tall with big windows covering the entire shed. It had a small little attic where books and records were kept and of course a small little area with chairs, a table, a mini fridge, and a muggle radio where some of the workers would go up to for a break.
Lily glanced at the old man who rung his hands together nervously and nodded to the door where Lily found James Potter to be walking in at the very moment. James gave her a smile well it wasn't really smile but more of a smirk; but still he acknowledged her more than he usually did during the days they were forced to be in the same room together. Lily rolled her eyes at him as she returned her eyes back to the older man in front of her.
"Well, Ms. Evans, James gave me the orders to treat that vine." Mr. Smithson mumbled eyeing James as Lily turned her gaze to glare at her stupid boss.
"Why would you do that, Potter?!" Lily exclaimed throwing her arms in the air as James walked forward to stand next to Mr. Smithson.
"Well, the stupid vine is just sitting there not growing anything. Mr. Smithson said that the vine was sick, so I told him to go ahead and treat it." James shrugged his shoulders giving her a little smirk while Lily rolled her eyes and gave a loud sigh.
"Why in the world would you do such a stupid thing?" Lily snapped pointing towards the grapevines.
"The vine is sick. There are medicines for that sort of stuff. Besides, keeping it sick like that is just going to waste time trying to grow the perfect grapes for the wine. Duh."
Lily turned her face to Mr. Smithson, her face in a tight smile, trying her hardest not to lose her cool. She felt weird and uncomfortable when she got into one of her screaming rampages with James when there was someone else in the room.
"Mr. Smithson, would you please tell our intelligent boss that a vine that is sick like vine fifty-two will not grow but stay unfertile. And will you gladly tell him that that vine and any other vine with that sickness will not grow whatsoever and will remain that way. Only a vine that needs help growing is the only type of vine needed to be treating." Lily rolled her eyes at James while he dropped his smirk and turned his gaze to Mr. Smithson.
Lily gave James a smirk as she walked out of the shed, her hips swaying. She felt confident, felt smart, and felt accomplish to put James into his place. Oh, how she loved making a fool of him, especially when he was the one who did it to himself.
"Touché." James mumbled under his breath as he glanced at Mr. Smithson who sheepishly smiled at him. James gave Mr. Smithson a small pat on his shoulder, utterly embarrassed for having Lily make a fool of himself. Oh, how he hated being wrong.
"Mr. Smithson, why didn't you tell me that?" James asked shaking his head a little before running his hands through his hair.
"Well, you're the boss, eh." Mr. Smithson said still smiling sleepily at him.
James gave him a soft smile as he and Mr. Smithson turned to walk towards the vines to do the regular maintenance on all of the vines. Out of all the workers James had to work with, he loved working with Mr. Smithson. He loved working with him because Mr. Smithson was the only one who treated him with respect. He found that he could easily have a conversation with Mr. Smithson and he loved listening to the stories the old man had to tell him. In a sense, Mr. Smithson reminded him of his own granddad who lately didn't seem to have enough time for him. But he tried his best not to let that bother him. Tried, was the key word.
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"Lily, please pass me the gravy." Olga said pointing towards the gravy that sat in a beautiful white gravy bowl next to Lily. Lily placed her fork down on the table as she took the bowl in her hands and passed it to Olga.
"So, James, I heard that you're really getting quite a handle on things." Kenny Potter Sr. said smiling at his grandson who sat across from him at the table, playing with his food.
James glanced up at his granddad and just gave him a small nod of recognition before going back into his own little world. Olga glanced at Kenny who in turn directed his to Lily who gave both a shrug. Dinner tonight was a little different than the normal traditional dinner of the vineyard. Tonight the mahogany table was filled with only Lily, Olga, James, his granddad Kenny, and his grandma Gladyce unlike usually when the entire workers of the vineyard filled the big rectangular table. But upon Kenny's request, dinner was only for family which included both Lily and Olga.
"James, dear, I'm sure Lily here is showing you all the necessities needed to complete the work." Gladyce added after James didn't answer her husband.
Lily took a small bite off of her roast, trying her hardest not to pay attention to the tension across the table. Lily would have declined if not for Kenny who insisted that it was only dinner for the family only. Feeling embarrassed and obligated to go, she couldn't turn down the invitation but instead agreed to join the Potters' and Olga to dinner. Now, she was terribly wished that she had declined.
Lily glanced over to her left where James sat poking at his food with his fork. She watched him every once in a while, trying hard to read him, to read his thoughts but she could not. She noticed his face hardened the moment his grandmother mentioned her name and his name together in the previous sentence.
"I think I can handle it on my own, thanks. I don't need Lily to direct me, I'm not completely incompetent, you know." James almost snapped as he brought his eyes up to meet everyone's at the table. Olga breathed in a sharp breath of air as she glared at James for disrespecting his grandparents.
"James Potter! What has gotten into you? Speaking to your grandparents like that, you should be ashamed!" Olga screeched pointing her fork at his face.
Lily breathed in air, trying to fill her lungs with as much air as she could, knowing all too well where the argument was about to go. It was amazing how fast the conversation had suddenly changed to small talk to practically tearing each other's heads' off. Gladyce, who sat next to Kenny, shook her head in sadness as she watched her grandson's face harden with anger. Kenny sat emotionless, staring between Olga and his grandson.
"James, we never said you were incompetent. We just wanted to let you know that Lily knows what she was doing." Kenny calmly explained, never once allowing his face to show any anger or annoyance in his face.
"Last time I checked, Granddad, I was in charge of this whole place, not her! That's why you brought me here, right?" James sarcastically snapped not caring at all that this was his granddad he was talking to.
"You are just so full of it, James Potter! Apologize right this instant to everyone at this table!!" Olga barked pushing her chair back to stand in front of the table, glaring intently at James.
James had had enough, he pushed his chair with such force that it smacked into the wall behind him. He stood up, glaring at each and every single person at the table. He turned his gaze over to Olga, who suddenly stopped her glare, her eyes suddenly softened.
"Olga, SHUT UP, OK?! JUST SHUT UP!" James screamed at the top of his lungs, the vein in his forehead throbbing beneath his skin, his face red from the anger that was sweeping through his body. Olga immediately sat back down on her seat, completely terrified and surprised all at once at James' sudden behavior.
"James Grant Potter-" Gladyce began but was cut off by James throwing his plate to the wall next to him. The crash of the plate caused everyone to stop talking and all that could be heard was the breathing of the people inside the room.
"Olga, let me tell you something. Before you start ranting off about how full I am, let me remind you that you are only an employee here, not the boss! Last time I checked, you work for us! You have no right whatsoever to go around talking to me like you own this place, I am a Potter not you!" James started screaming at Olga who just looked mortified at being yelled at but remained quiet for the first time since Lily had met her. Lily figured that James' yelling was over but right as she was about to say something he began again.
"I am so sick and tired of always getting compared to Lily! It's always Lily this and Lily that! I don't give a damn at what Lily knows about this vineyard! I don't give a damn if she can man this damn place better than I can! And you know what, if Lily is so much better at manning this damn place why don't you just do me a favor and let me go back to my house? Why don't you just do me a favor and let me have my summer back?! I'm tired of this place!" James screamed throwing his fork, his knife, his spoon, his glass, and whatever else he could grab across the table and to the wall next to him.
All the while James screamed and threw his dishes and silverware, both Kenny and Gladyce remained quiet and calming, just watching their grandson with sadness in their eyes. Never once did they stand in attempt to stop him and never once did they show any sign of telling him off. No, the two just sat there listening to every word James was screaming. Lily glanced at James the whole time not sure what to do or what to say, so she remained silent.
With nothing left to throw and nothing left to say, James walked away from the table without much of an apology or any sign of sorry for what he had just done or said. He walked right past his grandparents without any emotions on his face, walked right out of the dining room and through the doors to the patio. Kenny did bother trying to stop him and Gladyce just sat in her seat, her face in complete awe. Lily looked around the table and the mess that was on the floor and shook her head. Olga mumbled under her breath but didn't bother raising her voice.
"Nigel!" Gladyce called and almost immediately the butler showed up, standing in his perfect uniform next to Gladyce.
"Oh, Nigel, if you will, please clean up the mess James made. I apologize for the inconvenience." Gladyce sighed while Nigel nodded, walking over to the mess to clean it up.
"Excuse me." Lily managed to mumble out before walking towards the same way James had walked, past Kenny and Gladyce and through the doors leading to the patio.
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"What the hell is your problem, Potter?!" Lily screamed as she ran to where James stood his back in front of her.
She found him just outside the patio, standing a few feet away from the terrace, staring up at the starry night. The cool breeze blew through her hair, her eyes glaring angrily at the boy in front of her. He stood with his back before her, his hands on his sides shaking in anger, and his head was cocked to one side.
"Go away, Evans." James snapped taking a step forward towards the terrace, completely stepping off of the patio and onto the grass.
"I'm not going to go away! Not until you go back into that house and apologize!" Lily screamed walking right up to him. She stood beside him, tapping her foot on the grass; her arms crossed waiting for his answer.
"It's none of your business! Actually you know what, last time I checked it was none of the vineyard's business! So you and Olga and everyone else who seems to think they belong here just need to mind their own freaking business!" James yelled back at her, not at all caring about manners. If Lily Evans wanted to argue then he sure as hell was not about to back down. He was the authority figure, he was in charge, and she was the one who was working for him.
"It is everyone's business, Potter! And you know what, last time I checked you're not the one doing all the work, and you're surely not the one making it easy to work! God, you're so selfish-" Lily screamed as she marched to stand in front of him, placing her hands on her hips, her eyes blazing in anger.
"If you came out here to give me a lecture, Evans, save it! I'm constantly getting it from Olga and Granddad; I don't need it from you too! And don't tell me about being selfish! You have no right, none! So do me a huge favor and just go entertain my Granddad!"
"Maybe if you put forth a little more effort and quit trying to make everyone else miserable you'd realize just how lucky you are! You're too busy trying to blame your parents for making you work here and you know what, you should be the one offering to help! For goodness sake's, Potter, your Granddad is recovering from a heart attack, and he can barely man the vineyard by himself! The least you could do is help out and happily too! But no, all you care about is yourself! All you care about is only doing something for someone just as long as you're getting something out of it! You're the most selfish person I have ever met!" Lily screamed as she threw her hands in the air, hoping that he would finally get everything she was saying through to his head.
"You don't even know what you're talking about! This, right here, this vineyard is not something I want to do! It's not something that I need in my future, not something I need to learn because this, right here, is not what I want for my life, my future as my career! So don't go trying to use that excuse that my Granddad needs me because trust me, there are far more people than you know that work for him. You don't know me and as far as I am concerned you don't know my family. I don't give a damn what you think of me, Evans, but I don't owe anyone anything, especially you and no offense to him, but not to my Granddad. So don't go around accusing me of such things. I didn't ask for this responsibility and I didn't ask for these people to look up to me. I can't give them or Granddad what they want. I don't have anything to offer them in turn, this isn't my world. This isn't my life, I know what I want and it is not this." James screamed back at her, shaking his head in anger.
"You don't even get it, Potter. You're too busy trying to blame everything on everyone else that you don't see that you're the only person that's making yourself this way, that you're the reason for your misery. Yeah, you didn't ask for the responsibility of running this place and you sure as hell didn't ask for the people here to look up to you, to ask you for help. But it's not because you can't and it's not because you don't have the knowledge to. It's because you don't want to give. And if you took one second to stop and look at the world outside that bubble of yours', you would realize that every single person in this place loves you. You would see that they want to give you everything but all you do is push them away, all you do is throw what they give you back at their face. You can't take what they're trying to give you because in turn you don't want to offer them your love. Don't give me your petty little excuses that I don't know you that you don't belong in this world because we all know that this is the very world you were born to, the very place where your heart lies."
"Get over yourself, Evans. I get enough lectures, I certainly don't need them from a snobby, know-it-all, bitchy, little mudblood!" James spat, his eyes narrowed in complete anger.
He hated every word that she had spoken out of her mouth but most importantly she hated that almost every word she spoken happened to be true. Lily let out a gasp as the words that James spat cut deep into her. Of all the years she had known him, fought with him, he had never once used the awful word he had just spoken. He could have said every cussword, every awful insult to her and none would have hurt as much as the eight-letter word he had just said. Never once had he called her a mudblood and never once had he even dared to for he hated that word, and hated anyone who used that word. James softened his eyes and his face fell as he realized the words that had fell out of his mouth. He stared into the redhead's dark emerald eyes and realized that there was no way he was going to be easily forgiven for the hurtful word he had just spoken.
"Whatever, Potter. Maybe if you stopped to think about someone other than yourself you will see that everyone in this place care about you. And you may not give a damn about anything that I just said but maybe you should consider the people you've hurt inside that house right this moment, consider enough to make you realize that you're the reason for the awful turn around of your summer and that no one is to blame for any of this but you. But hell, I probably don't know what I'm talking about. I mean, after all I'm just a 'snobby, know-it-all, bitchy, mudblood'!" Lily spat, anger coursing through her body with every bit of fiber.
"Evans, look, I didn't mean-" James began but Lily cut him off.
"I don't give a damn what you have to say, Potter. I'll leave to wallow in your self-pity." Lily spat as she marched away from, heading towards the mansion.
James looked up at the starry night above him and ran his hand through his hair. He couldn't believe that he had just called Lily a mudblood, he couldn't believe that everything Lily had said was nothing but the truth, and he couldn't believe that for once he in his life he finally got the truth spat in his face by someone who didn't care if the truth hurt him or not. Despite the shame he felt inside of him, he felt alive because for once in his life someone wasn't scared to tell him how it was, to tell him to do better. For once in his life someone took the time to show him that he had to work for something, for once in his life he had to put forth effort in order to accomplish his goal. For once in his life, he was in charge of succeeding and in charge of failing.
He stared at the sky for a few moments longer, trying to figure out his mind, before deciding to head back to the mansion. He trudged back towards the house for all he wanted to do now was head to his place, his solitary place of comfort, his bedroom. Inside the mansion, the rooms were dark and silent for everyone had already gone to bed. He had made a fool of himself at dinner and he knew all too well that the next few days he was going to have to pay for the horrible things he had said to everyone, especially to Lily. He finally made it to his room but before walking in he glanced down the hall to Lily's room where he knew she was already in for he saw light at the bottom of the door.
He laid in his bed, comfortable but still discomforted about everything that had happened that night. All he wanted to do was fall into a dreamless sleep, to rest his eyes, and awaited the day to come. But right before he fell into slumber he mumbled to himself, "Touché."
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