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Lily knew she was alone. No one ever found her here.
She needed to be alone... or so she thought.
She missed her best friend.
Her best friend who introduced her to a world she never thought possible. Her best friend who, despite all his faults, used to be a good man and would be there without saying anything.
Lily's bright red hair caressed her face, much like the chill in the night air was caressing her body.
As the tears began to fall from her pretty eyes, Lily thought to herself I'm alone. I'm here, and I'm alone. I have no one to just be here with me anymore.
She couldn't explain it, but Lily began to feel as if she wasn't alone – like there was someone there with her. And even further, she couldn't explain why she felt it was James Potter.
He's not here, Lily. And she made it her mantra, repeating it almost as fast as the tears fell down her face.
And although Lily couldn't see, there was a bespectacled boy beside her, wrapped in the delicate folds of a cloak of invisibility, much like his relationship with the small woman beside him.
And he never said a word.
I don't know what possessed me to write this one. But this is supposed to be in the middle of Lily's sixth year... and she's missing her friendship with Snape. But of course she wasn't still friends with him.