Happy Lily and James Death Day! Or, to normal, non-obsessed people, Happy Halloween!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't have written most of this chapter on the back of an aeroplane sick bag. (It wasn't used, don't worry.)
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Everyone! Thank you!
Also...*ahem*...I'm sorry.
You'll see what I mean.
Try your best to enjoy? xx

I take a moment steeling myself, and take a deep breath, then turn the door knob.
The boys' dorm is a mess of dirty clothes and sweet wrappers, duvets on the floor and pillows all over the place apart from one bed, which I'm guessing is Remus'. James is lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling, chucking a Quaffle up in the air and catching it.
"What?" He snaps, without looking over.
"I hadn't finished."
"I don't care."
"Evidently." I lash out in retort, and he sits up, turning to look at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Look, Evans, there's nothing you can say to take back what you said back there."
"I know that."
"You do?"
"Yep. And yet I still came back."

"What, come back to say goodbye?"
"No, I'm staying. For good, this time. I've learnt that you can't run away from your problems. You have to face them head-on."
"Is that what you're going to do with me, Evans? You think you can just solve me, like I'm one of your Potions problems? That's what you were going to do, wasn't it? Then probably run off to Fenwick to make yourself feel better."
"How dare you." I hiss. "You came after me!"
"Oh yeah?" He laughs, but it's an empty sound, devoid of happiness. "Says Miss I just ran along back to James because I'm not used to him being mad at me!"
"I'm not used to being mad at me? You spend half your time being mad at me!"
"You're the one who always starts the arguments!"
"Me? You dumped me like I was nothing because I came back to Hogwarts!"
"That was different-"
"How, James? How? How was that different?"
"You left!"
"You were flirting with Anne!"
"That wasn't my fault!"

"No." My voice is quiet now, deadly. "But me leaving was entirely your fault, James. You stepping down as Head Boy...I have to share with Diggory!"
"So? I thought you were supposed to be sensible! Ignore him!"
"Is that what you would have done? No!"
"You're not me!"
"No," I shake my head. "No, I'm not."
I take a deep breath and steel myself.
"James, when was the last time you saw me come down for dinner?"
"You came down everyday!"
"Firstly, no. I didn't. And secondly, fine. I did go a few times. But, James, when was the last time you saw me eat downstairs?"
"That...that...that's irrelevant!"
"No, it's probably the most relevant thing I've said so far. Face it, Potter. I needed you, and you weren't there. End of story."

"So why did you come back? Not to Hogwarts, that's not what I mean. I mean, why did you come up here to talk to me, if I'm so awful?"
"That doesn't matter-"
"Yes, it does. It matters a lot."
"I didn't have to come back, you know! But I did."
"Why? Why did you come back?"
"Because I care!"
"You care? But I'm so awful! Why do you care?"
There's a second of horrible, palpable silence, and I reach into my pocket, where the charm bracelet sits, waiting. The cool metal is soothing against my sweaty palms, like a kiss from the giver himself.

"What happened to us?" I say softly. "Lily Evans and James Potter, the ultimate 'Will they, Won't they' couple of Hogwarts. We were so...in love. Do you remember," I ask, eyes fixed on his. "In second year, you made a bet with Alice. Said that you'd make me laugh until I cried before Christmas Then you told me the most awful joke about a troll and a banshee who go into a bar, and I'd never laughed so hard in my life."
"That's your argument?" He smirks. "The fact that I told you a joke that I stole from Sirius?"
"You're horrible." I snarl, and I pull the charm bracelet out of my pocket, make sure he can see it, and let it drop to the floor. "I can't believe I even waste my breath talking to you."
"Seems to me that you're wasting more breath evading my question. Why did you come up here if I'm so horrible?"
"Potter-"
"Why?"
"I swear-"
"Why? Why do you care?"

It explodes from my mouth before I can stop it.
"Because I'm in love with you, you prat!"
He pales. "What?"
"I'm in love with you, James Potter, and it's stupid because you're despicable!"
"You...you love me?"
"What do you think?"
"But...you can't!" He says hoarsely.
"Too bad, because I do."
"No, you don't understand. You can't, Evans! Argh! Why do you always have to...mess me up?"
Shaking his head, he looks at me angrily. "Just get out."
I don't hesitate to do so, wiping away my tears on the sleeve of my cardigan.

The sofa in the common room creaks as I sit down on it, and Remus studies my face worriedly, before looping his arm around shoulder and pulling me into a sideways hug. Sirius and Peter are still playing chess, and Alice is sitting on Frank's lap in a nearby armchair. We sit there for a minute, Sirius yelling at his pawn for being an imbecilic piece of plastic, then a painting on the wall that I vaguely recognise of a portly man in a waistcoat, smoking a pipe, calls out loudly to us.

"I say, may I let in the Hufflepuff lass?"
"Go ahead." Peter answers absent-mindedly, pondering his next move with a frown on his face. I notice Sirius' shoulders square, and Remus suddenly stiffens.
"Lily-"
The portrait hole creaks open just as he comes down the stairs, and a pretty, willowy girl in Hufflepuff robes sashays in, brushing her light blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Hello James!" She cries out, and he smiles brightly, like our argument never happened at all.
"Hi darling."
Darling?
They kiss lightly on the lips and leave, hand-in-hand.

Remus says something but I don't hear him.
I just sit there, rooted to the spot, ice coursing through my veins.
Frozen.

*smiles evilly*
She-who-is-vaguely-apologetic-about-this xx
(Many things, Megan. Many things.)