New Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: I'm not JKR :( i can't pull it off... i rock the ginger freak look ;)

Eating breakfast with my friends was probably my favourite part of the day, everyone was tired and so there was barely any noise, you had no work if you were organised like me cause you had finished it all the night before, you just had the day to look forward to and today looked and felt like it was going to be good. Then I heard that chortle from just outside the hall and what sounded like a very pained yelp.

Seconds later a bloody Potter walked in followed by the other three grinning marauders.

Later that evening:

I flopped onto my bed, I could feel the tears in my eyes, today was possibly the worst day I've ever had at Hogwarts, I can't even explain what was so horrible about it. It all started when Potter walked up to me and asked if I had a tissue, he did that smiley thing that makes him look cute and hurt, I said no of course before fixing his nose with my wand, then he just grinned at me and time stood still.

Why was everything going so wrong?

I quickly made up an excuse to leave before turning up late to the wrong class, I received my very first detention today and in potions I just sat gazing into nothingness. I don't remember what I was thinking about, only that the whole day I was walking around on some sort of cloud, it felt nice, floaty but nice. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep forever, I can't believe I have detention this Friday, it is Tuesday now, that's three days to dream up what I'll be made to do.

I just can't believe I have a detention.

I was walking down a corridor when I heard voices coming from a room, the door was shut. I frowned to myself, they shouldn't be down here this time of night. As I got closer though I recognised one of them, and then the other, I pushed the door open slowly and stuck my head in the room, as soon as I did I regretted it, I wanted to scream. In the room sat a boy, his black hair plastered to his head with grease, he was staring with glowing eyes and a huge smile at a girl with hair redder than the sun, she was mixing two potions together. Just seconds later the potion she was holding exploded in her face, that set off another bout of giggles between the pair and I quickly slammed the door shut.

That was me when I was 11, that was me with my ex best friend.

I heard more voices from further down the corridor, I opened the door faster this time, shocked when I realised it was me and Potter, I had my head buried in his chest and he had his arms wrapped tightly around me, I was sobbing, soaking his shirt and whilst he comforted me and rocked me back and forth. I felt my heart beat a little louder than before and I wanted to watch the scene unfold but something inside me made me move on, it brought back memories of the day Severus called me a you-know-what, he left me alone and hurt me and James Potter was just waiting for me.

I rushed to the next room, the idea of watching my past eating me up, I was hungry to find more things I had forgotten over the years.

Next room made my breath hitch in my throat, Potter was playing quidditch with Black, they were both shirtless and not in bad shape. As they flew down to the ground Black called his then girlfriend over from the stands,

"Want to sneak out to Hogsmede with us Prongs, Wormy and Moony say they'll come, it'll be a laugh,"

"Yeah, I would but Evans, she's still upset about Snivellus, and well you know,"

"Yes I know, the upset ones are easiest to take advantage of,"

"Not what I was going to say but well put, if I'm here for her when she needs someone, maybe she'll start liking me back?"

"Face it mate, Evans is a stuck up prude, she is never going to fall for a guy like you,"

"I'll think about Hogsmede alright?"

"Now I'm going to love you and leave you Prongs darling, I have a date" then he winked

Potter waved after his friend, smiling to himself then he walked down to the lake, he seemed to be looking for someone, in the distance was someone, hard to distinguish but she had red hair so I'm assuming it was me. He looked over towards the memory me and shook his head slightly, I felt my heart drop a little, then a group of Ravenclaws walked by, all blonde and all very pretty. Potter made a beeline for them and walked away five minutes later with one on his arm, as they walked out of view I heard him mention "Hogsmede tonight with me and the gang."

I left the room quickly.

Back in the corridor I realised I was at a dead end, there was one more room to my right but apart from that, it was just a brick wall, I stood outside for what seemed hours debating whether or not to go in when I heard shouting and saw a flash of green under the door.

I twisted the handle and in five seconds this was the most horrific sight I had ever seen,

"MY LORD," they all chanted before bowing

"He's dead?"

They presented Voldemort with a twitching body before removing their masks, then my heart broke in two, Severus stood there, watching as he contorted the body in all shapes and fashions before it fell limp to the floor. Silent tears falling as I saw it was someone who I knew very much to be alive, James Potter, it was all a dream, but everything that had happened in my dream has happened in some shape or form in real life.

I woke to find my pillow was sopping wet, my face shiny with tears that were still flowing down my face. I decided to get up and maybe sit by the fire in the common room, it would be cosier and perhaps I would feel so alone. When I got downstairs to no particular surprise of mine Potter was sitting up reading in an armchair, he looked up as I approached and asked what was wrong.

"Bad dream," I shrugged

The closer I got the twitchier he got, I went and sat on the rug, right in front of the fire and involuntarily shivered. I looked up at James reading, his nose crinkling every so often, I sat there for ten minutes before he next looked up and threw me one of those smiles that makes everyones knees turn to jelly, looking at him there and then imagining Voldemort torturing him set me off, but never mind how silent the tears were, he noticed and hopped off the chair and threw his arm over my shoulder. I tried to shrug it off but to no avail.

"What's wrong Evans?"

That made the tears fall harder, "I told you, I had a bad dream,"

He stroked my hair with his fingertips whilst rocking me back and forth.

I looked up into his eyes, they were filled with concern as he stared right back at me, then he delicately wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheeks,

"James?"

He paused before saying meaningfully, "Yes Lils?"

"Don't die."

prefering this i think but i need opinions? it won't be very long maybe one two or three more chapters at most.

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