Started: November 19th 2005
Finished: November 24th 2005
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When Angels Deserve To Die
Sapphira Higgs began walking to History of Magic with Lily Evans and Andrea Parker. March was comming to a close and the April heat was slowly starting to settle in. A light rain sprinkled over the school, leaving a breath taking view of the lush green feilds of the castle. Sapphira wore her long brown hair in an S shaped bun at the back of her head, and wore her bright green, dragon skinned spectecals along with her Hufflepuff crested robe tied around her neck like some muggle school peppie. Her honeysuckle eyes shone of yearning brightness, yet a cloud was starting to form over them presenting such tiredness in which she had groppled when pulling an all nighter in the library.
"Sapphira! You look absolutely horrible! Did you get any sleep at all?" Andrea Parker asked, brushing back a stray peice of curly blonde hair from her face. Andrea had grown over the winter, if not much, then enough to better suit her with Peter. She was still rather skinny, but she'd grown taller and was only about a head shorter then her blonde haired boyfriend. It was no mistake though, that she was slowly loosing her little girl-like figure, and her Hogwarts uniform hugged her in all the right places. She'd become a vixen if there ever was one, and was recieving a few intrested looks from some of the other seventh year boys. For a twelve year old, it seemed quite awkward, but Andrea tried her best to ignore their leers.
"Not really..." Sapphira muttered in an airy tone. She didn't even look at her friends who stared at her with utmost concern.
"Maybe you ought to go back to your dorm. You look miserable. We'll get your homework and tell Professor McGarde that you're sick." Lily Evans said softly. Sapphira shook her head.
"No, really-its alright! We have a test today, anyhow, remember?" The other two girls said nothing to this, and the rest of their walk was continued in silence. As they quietly entered the classroom, they spoted Sirius, Remus, and Peter sitting in their usuall corner, looking mischivious and excited.
"What are you up to now?" Andrea asked with a slight grin.
"Yes. It seems like you Marauders are always up to something!" Lily said in a Head Girl tone, yet she couldn't fight off a grin. The three boys looked at each other and grinned wildly. Sirius leaned causually back in his set and raised a dark brow.
"Oh, you know...a little bit of this and a little bit of that." he said nonchalantly. Remus laughed and brushed a strand of brown hair from his face. He grinned devilishly and leaned back in an incredible Jame and Sirius like fashion that made a few girls in the room eye him interestedly.
"Yes, a little bit of this and that. Quite a clever idea, if I may say so myself." Sapphira laughed slightly and took the seat next to him. Remus hugged her and let his arm linger upon her shoulders.
"Well, if the ingenious Remus Lupin came up with it, it ought to be great. I look forward to it."
Lily sat down on the other side of Andrea who sat near Peter.
"Is James in on the prank?" Lily asked with interest. Sirius gasped indignantly.
"But of course, Miss Lily!"
"How could we have an ingenious prank that did not involve dear Prongsie?" Peter asked with fake suprise. Andrea shot him a glare and he grinned and raised his hands in defense. Andrea turned back around and rolled her eyes. Boys were so crazy. She'd never understand them, even if she tried. As Professor McGrade began to explain the lesson, the blonde haired girl zoned off. She hated being in a seventh year class, but since her uncle was the Professor, she knew she had to. Her unlce was weird about these types of things. Lately, he was very firm about seeing her-saying stuff like wanting to keep an eye on her around the boys.
Andrea looked out of the corner of her eye to see Peter sleeping with his head in one hand that was propped onto the desk. She couldn't surpess a smile. He was so cute! The way his light blonde hair fell over his eyes was so adorable! And his boyish charms, which were more prominant in him then in either of the other three boys, left him with a younger presance that she felt comfortable with. Sure, he wasn't as handsome or as gorgeous as his friend-anyone could tell you that, but he was still rather hott. He had this grin when he was up to something that could rivial with even Sirius'. And when they would walk on the warmer days, he would undo his tie and leave the top few buttons of his school shirt unbuttoned. He'd walk so casually when he was with her, slightly slouching over with his hands shoved in his pockets.
Peter also was a Pureblood. It didn't matter to her. After all, she was friend with two muggleborns and she knew a lot of nice half bloods, but she knew her parents would like it. Her family was so old fashioned. The Parker's were a line of pure blood wizards, not as rich as the Black's or the Potter's, but certainly richer then the Lupin's. Her parents would blow a gasget if they ever found her dating anything 'below' her. The Pettigrew's were richer then even she was, so Peter was safe. Not even their age difference could faze her parents. After all, her father was at least twice her mother's age if not more. And her grandmother was twenty four years younger then her grand father!
That was good, Andrea thought. She didn't know what she would do if her parents didn't want her to be with Peter. She was brought up to do as her parents told her, but believed in following true love, no matter how forbidden it was-like the way the Princesses would in those heart wreanching romance novels she read in Muggle Studdies.
"With the recent attacks, we know you students are all concerned, yet there isn't much we can relieve to you." This statment brought Andrea back to reality. There stood Dumbledore, looking rather disturbed. Andrea hadn't even seen him come in! It was true though. Within the past few months, more then five attacks had been recorded. She was constantly finding horrible, disturbing articles in the paper about Voldemorts latest murder.
"I am sad to say that it is true...not only the Wizarding community but also the muggle community is facing a dangerous, evil situation. A serial killer, under the alias Lord Voldemort has made it evident that he fears not us, nor the strength of all mankind put together. He is strong, boy and girls...very strong indeed. I am going from class to class to tell you students this, instead of bringing you all into the Great Hall for a purpose. As young adults I trust you know what that purpose is, without me telling you. We are slowly but surely being hurraled into a war that never seems to cease. Predjudice and racisam never dies, not even after the evil that prolongs it nor the followers who uphold it turn into the dirt we step on. Ladies and Gentleman, know now that all those who stand to uphold this heartless power put together, have about as much courage as a new born child left alone in the world. It takes courage to stand out in a crowed, not to follow the steps of another. You have to walk your own path.
"Students, people believe different things. They live different lives and go different places, yet-the power of evil is strong enough to rope in even the most glorious person. Many people, in fact, do believe that Voldemort is right about what he is doing, but tell me this: What will killing off the unwanted religion or race, or in this case, wizarding blood quantity, solve? Do you believe it? Do you think that innocent people should die because they do not share the same pure blood type as some of us? Look around you. There are different people all around with different thoughts and oppinions, but more importantly-different races."
The class sat silently, taking in the heart wreanching information that Dumbledore was hitting them with.
"Reckon its still cold?" Lily asked as she, James and the rest of the group headed down to the lake for a swim. James shrugged and slung his towel higher over his shoulder.
"Doesn't matter. I'm not going in." Drusella muttered pointlessly. Sapphira gasped at her and tugged on Drusella's long dark hair that was fastened tightly in a braid.
"Why not?" Drusella griminced as Sapphira pulled on her hair. She swatted her hand away and moved quicker away from the tall and over excentric girl.
"I don't even own a swim suit." Dru said coldly, not even looking at the group. Sirius laughed and drapped an arm around his girlfriend.
"Then why did you come?" he asked with a grin. Drusella glared at him and shoved him off her.
"I'm only here because you followed me around and wouldn't shut up about it." she growled. Sirius grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Aww, and I was really looking forward to seeing you in a swim suit." Sirius whined pathetically. Drusella growled again, yet a faint pink color danced across her tan features.
"Insufferable git...'' She muttered.
"Alas, here we are!" James shouted as they crossed the dock. Lily squealed and sat down to untie her shoes.
"God, I haven't swam in ages!" she said with a grin. She began to remove her skirt and unbutton her blouse when a low whistle filled her ears. Lily turned to see James grinning with his arms crossed over his chest. She shot him a death glare and continued to strip.
"Comming?" she asked James in a very sweet, very innocent voice. James laughed and stripped down into his swim trunks to join her. They locked hands and stood at the very edge of the dock. Lily smiled at how warm James' hand was-amused at how large and rough and Quidditch worn it seemed to be. Yet, all the same, it was perfect. She eyes him carefully as he turned to her and grinned devilishly. It was good to see him so happy, so James-like so...childish. Every aspect of his ingenious formality, his looks, his soul...it was all so perfect. His broad shoulders and muscular chest all covered by sun-kissed tanned skin, she felt slightly jealous of the sun's ability to take hold of him-fully and completely.
"Come on Lily. We'll jump together." Lily heard him whisper. She smiled and nodded, gripping his hand tighter. Yes, they'd jump together. She knew now that no matter what happened, no matter how bad things got, she'd make it through. James was by her side, holding her hand the whole time.
Splash! The water was still quite cool, but it felt amazing. James popped to the lake's surface, just as Lily did, never letting go of her hand. He grinned at her and used his other hand to whipe his wet, jet-black hair away from his eyes. She giggled and leaned against him, thankful that despite the cold water and her little bathing suit, she could still feel his warmth.
"You look lovely, my lady." he said huskily. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, careful not to plunge him into the water.
"As do you, my Lord." Lily threw her head back in laughter. She leaned back to look deeper into James' crystal clear eyes and felt her heart ache with longing. Each strand of unruly black hair, soaked to the core, fell across his eyes, plastering themselves to his forehead. Lily reached up and brushed the hair away from his face, remaining silent. James then leaned into her, hoping for a delightful, mid-afternoon kiss.
"Awww, Prongsie and Lilykins are all nice and cozy!" Sirius cooed in a mockish, girly voice. James and Lily both shot him dirty looks and then stared back at each other. They heard Sapphira and Remus talking in library quiet voices and Peter and Andrea laughing about somehthing or other.
"Actually, Mr. Potter, I am very comfortable and very warm." Lily said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. James grinned and kissed her forehead. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. Oh, he could stare into Lily's eyes for eternity and never grow bored. They were just so beautiful and alive and...spectacular. It seemed a legeond of old played inside of those deep, emerald green peepers. He remembered the first time he'd ever seen those eyes-it was after the had been sorted, late that first night and he was making a trip to the bathroom when he stumbled over a figure hunched in the common room. He nearly fell ontop of her and, in the pure blackness of the dark, only her prominant green eyes shone. It had taken his seven years to try and forget those large, haunting, beautiful eyes.
So, this was what being in love was. James didn't mind it at all-he acutally enjoyed the comfort of finally knowing he wasn't alone in life. He cherished the thought that their relationship was strong enough to over-come pain, regreat and despiration. He loved waking up in the morning feeling, not scared and unworthy, but elated and excited for the future. The only thing James wished was that it would always last-and that one day he's friends would be this happy.
And thus-they were. Remus stood up after taking off his shoes and socks and looked around unsure as to what he should do. He pulled down his pants, revealing his puppydog trunks, hoping that the faint traces of past scars did not show. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side. The three guys paid no mind to it, but the four girls, especially Sapphira, gasped when they saw one prominent scar running down his left leg.
"Oh my..." Sapphira cried out, dropping to her knees and examining the bloody gash. Sirius shifted around uncomfortably and laughed nervously as he looked pointedly at Remus.
"Well, you know how we boys are. Rough play..." he muttered, trying not to look at her, and covering up for his friend. Sapphira jumped to her feet and spun around. Her usually misty and sweet honeysuckle eyes seemed aflamed with anger.
"What!" She practically screeched. Remus looked slightly relieved that his girlfriend had abandoned his wounded leg-which quite embarassed him-and also, slightly shocked to see the usually calm book worm angered.
"You did this to him? You-how dare you...why..." Sapphira shook with unmistakable fury, and began stomping towards a very pale looking Sirius.
"N-no! No, it's quite alright, I swear! Stop, Sapphira! I'm perfectly fine. Sirius is right. We were just playing around. I was fool handy, it was quite my fault indeed!" Remus stuttered, reaching out an unhelpful hand to try and fend Sapphira from attacking Padfoot. She looked like she was ready to kill.
Sirius looked helplessly at Drusella who was on her feet and staring unbelieved at Sirius. Her dark eyes flashed with anger, which made Sirius very uncomfortable.
"How could you hurt him! He's your best friend for Heaven's sake! A bit of rough play..eh? How's this for rough play! Huh? How 'bout this!" Dru sneered, shoving him around untill he finally lost balance and fell into the lake. The dark haired girl stood at the edge of the dock, while Sapphira stood a few feet behind her fuming.
Sirius popped to the top of the surface, gasping for breath. He shot a look at Drusella and swam around a bit, finally climbing back onto the dock.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, agitated. Drusella glared at him as he rose above her.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you! Look at Remus! So, this is how he's been getting all these scars! It's because of you that he walks into the library every day with scratches and is bleeding?" Drusella asked outrageously.
"Oh, come on! I told you it was nothing! Remus even said it was nothing-"
"Yes, truly, Drusella. It's my fault more then it is his. Don't blame him-" Remus began before Drusella silenced him with a glare.
"No, don't defend him, Remus. He's too wild for his own good. If he doesn't watch out he's going to end up being a Death Eater-" This pushed Sirius to the limit. He stood infront of her, a few heads taller, shivering in either range or coldness, as his soaking wet clothing stuck to his skin.
"Oh, you're one to talk! Look at you! All coopped up in the library reading all about dark spells and curses. Strutting around in your poor, pitiful depression. Acting all hopeless and unloving-no wonder you're so lonely!"
"Well, I'm not the one who asked you out. If I'm not mistaken, Sirius, it was you who started this whole damned thing!"
"Well I guess you'll be the one to finish it, eh?" Sirius asked, growing red with rage. Drusella stared at him, her anger matching his.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked. Sirius stared at her, his eyes narrowing cruelly.
"Guess I got to boring for you, eh? Guess you needed someone else, more like yourself maybe. Seems that Barty Crouch person is filling in sufficantly where I obviously didn't fit in!" he shot.
Drusella stared at him outraged. Her nostrials were inflared and she looked at Sirius as though he was some stupid stranger.
"Crouch and I have done nothing! Crouch doesn't mean anything to me! He's a friend, mearly a new kid I decided I ought to help out! What, can boys not be nice to me? Are you the only guy in the world that could possibly ever like me for me!" she asked.
Sirius raised a brow and shrugged.
"I don't know." he muttered.
"Well, I'm sorry that you don't. Is this how you've always felt? You know you could have just dumped me like you have the rest of the girls you've dated. After all, aren't I just like them? A worthless, petty, waste of your time? Just something you can score with and then throw to the side like some used rag? Obviously we fit neither of our expectations so-here, I'm giving you the chance. Say what you want, Sirius. Get me out of your hair once and for all. That's right-I'm letting you do it! I'm not heartless enough to embarass you by letting all your buddies see a girl break up with you. Go ahead, Sirius. Tell me you hate me. Tell me it seemed like a good idea at the time but now its just getting boring!"
Sirius stood speachless. Drusella was shaking from head to toe, her long dark hair falling messily out of her ponytail.
Remus stared at the couple, his mouth agape and the feeling of regreat and responsibility filtering through him. Oh no...Dru and Sirius couldn't break up. This was all his fault. He should have either not swam or told them the truth. He had to tell Drusella the truth. Perhaps then...she and Sirius would make up and everything would be peacefully happy once more.
"Ooopsie.." Sapphira muttered under her breath, suddenly looking very embarassed and tense. Peter and Andrea had stopped laughing and were staring at Sirius and Drusella carefully. Lily and James looked like goldfish and bobbed silently in the cold lake water.
Sirius hung his head helplessly. He looked up when he heard muffled, strained cries. Drusella had her hands over her eyes as her hair frammed her face. She was shaking, but this time because she was crying. Sirius looked at her wildly, his brow creasing into confusion. Drusella never cried! She was always so headstrong...so emotionless and careless. And now she was crying. Was it his fault? Maybe he shouldn't have yelled at her. After all, she didn't know any better about Remus' condition. She was just trying to protect him, trying to stand up for him. He guessed he was just jealous the whole time. Jealous that she could defend Remus like that, jealous at the mere thought of any other guy hanging around her.
At the time it seemed right. At the time all he could do was yell at her. All he could do was spit hurtfull things that weren't true. He'd plunged her into the pain that he swore he could protect her from. Plus, he made it sound as if no one loved her, when in all honesty...he loved her more then anything on Earth. But, it was too late. The words were said and over with, and all that was left of their heartless fight was the cold feeling of regreat and the horried cries of a broken soul.
A/N: Ahh, yet another blissfull moment ruined by the cruel intentions of drama. Well, that's how life is-well, my life at least. It seems I can't go one day without some type of drama arising. So, maybe I'm slwoly falling into the world of Tears In Heaven...oh well. James and Lily are finally happy. They need to be-its just wrong to make the main couple have all the problems. I added a little more mix in here with Remus and Sapphira. Especially a little more about the wounds from being a werewolf. However, upon writing the reactions of the scars, the most tramatic and unwanting problem occured. It sort of wrote itself. I usually allow the character's issues to make due themselves and this is where I landed. Sirius and Dru, however much I sorely wished they would, will never be the perfect couple. Notice how they're the 'troubled couple'? I mean, everyone has their issues but these two...are just falling downwards. Big appology to the fans who want Sirius and his girl to be happy. Well...hoped you liked this one.