Lily spent the day in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering about life. Why things happened the way that they did. Why people died. Why James Potter had been inexplicably nice to her since the start of the term. Why Voldemort was the way he was. How people could feel so much hate that they had to take it out on other human beings. How they justified it in their own minds, which made them feel like it was okay to hurt people. Why through the chaos and confusion, people could find a way to laugh. Why it hurt to lose someone that she hadn't been particularly close to.
Her conclusion was that some things just can't be explained; they just are what they are, and they can't be changed. But others you can find the answers to if you just look hard enough.
OMG! Thanks to all of you! I want to dedicate this chapter to two of my new reviewers, Gloobery Gloobery Gumdrops and amburger! You guys are so sweet!
amburger: Actually, the letter was from the Ministry, I just couldn't find a way to say that....
Gloobery Gloobery Gumdrops: I know. I like the last line from James's point of view best though...
WhyDoesAWebsiteNeedMyName: I don't know... I just get stuff like that stuck in my head, so I can't imagine it another way. It's interesting how everyone seems to assume that though!
cannotstopwriting: Yeah, she was crying because her parents died. I know I already said that, but I thought some people might be wondering the same thing.
Annieisjaws: Yup! Here he comes, to save the day!
You guys all rock! Thank you so much! (I about busted when I saw how many reviews I had! 28! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!) I love you!
