HAPPY 2017!
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"Those who are not looking for happiness are the most likely to find it,
because those who are searching forget that the surest way to be happy is to seek happiness for others."
-Martin Luther King Jnr
The Slytherin's circled the two girls as if they were prey. Elizabeth and Lily glared at the Slytherins, spite lacing through their venemous glares. After a moment of tense silence a shocking pain went through the two girls. The slytherins had shot stinging curses from either side.
The first thought that went through Elizabeth's mind was to scream, she didn't care how loud or if it was rash and obvious, she screamed, a blood curdling scream that caused all the Slytherins to cringe away from them, the aftershocks ringing through everyone's ears as the deserted area of the castle echoed.
Avery's face contorted into fury. Elizabeth's stomach plummeted as she looked up at his towering figure, his large figure shadowed over her. His eyes were filled with a hunger that made her want to cringe away. Out of nowhere a fist swung out and impacted her in the face, the sheer force of it bringing her to the ground.
She spat out the blood in her mouth, the metallic taste imbedding itself on her tastebuds. looking up at Avery, she blinked the blood out her eyes;
"Who would've thought? A superior Pureblood like yourself resorting to muggle methods?" she spat, her face contorting in pain as he aimed a kick in her stomach, a groan of pain unwillingly escaping her. In the background she could hear Lily yelling and screaming.
"By all means Keep yelling and screaming, Mudblood, no one's going to hear you!" Alecto laughed an insane laugh, maniacal screams coming out sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
"You sick psychotic BITCH!" Lily screamed, thrashing around as two burley 6th years grabbed her by her arms and threw her onto the ground beside Elizabeth.
"Diffindo!" a petite fifth year screamed as it slashed Elizabeth's cheek, the crazed girl kept yelling the curse until it slashes became deeper and deeper, more blood poured out. Elizabeth did not believe, that if this was not in the school environment, she would be dead. But they were slytherins, they would not kill in the school when they could mentally scar them.
Lily curled up into a ball as her knees buckles beneath her. A bloodcurdling scream ripped through her throat as blood poured out of her side.
"Look at all that unworthy blood… pouring out of your filthy unpure body." Alecto taunted looking at them, Suddenly she aimed at Lily's leg and shot a sickly yellow curse at her, causing a bloodcurdling scream to escape her, wimpers and gasp's as her muscles contracted in pain.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" Elizabeth shrieked in panic. Her heart sped up as she saw her best friend writhing on the floor in pain.
She tried standing. She stumbled and leant against the wall as her chest heaved. She had to protect her. She couldn't allow her best friend to be hurt whilst she payed around.
Everything happened too fast. Two yellow curses hit her ,simultaneously in the abdomen causing her to levitate in the air and start spinning whilst her muscles contracted, a piercing scream echoed in the corridor.
She hated this, she just wanted it to end, all of it. What had she ever done to deserve this she would never know. She felt her stomach flip and her head begin to spin as she was constantly flipped in mid air.
Suddenly she fell, however nothing escaped her accept for a relieved sound, the pain of falling could not equate to the pain of the curses.
"No! that wont do!" Alecto screeched, her amber eyes glowing as she glared at her. Dead filled her stomach as she drew her wand and pointed it at her. "Cruci…" However she never finished the incantation as footsteps ran down the hallway. Relief filled her as she heard them.
Thank Merlin.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU SLYTHERIN SCUM!" It was the Marauders, in their Gryffindor glory, once again saving the day, they let out a valley of stinging curses hitting stray Slytherin's.
Peter was disarming them whilst Remus tossed punches. James however ran to the girls, to aid them and harm Alecto and Avery when a foreign voice yelled "CONFRINGO!" the wall above them started collapsing in a mountain of rubble and dust as the Slytherin's ran away pretending they weren't even there.
"JAMES!" Sirius yelled as the bricks collapsed upon them, coughs echoed up and down the corridor, as dirt filled their noses. "ARE YOU OKAY!" he yelled, he winced in pain as he felt blood pour down his face.
"YEAH PADS! ARE YOU, MOONY AND WORMY ALRIGHT!" He could feel a strain in his best friends voice, and he could symphasize, hopefully the girls were okay.
"YES!" three simultaneous yells replied to his question, the foursome embraced as they found their way through the dust, their eyes were bloodshot and watery, from the influx of dust and debris.
"Are the girls okay?" Remus asked, his eyes expressing his worry at the girls expense.
"Didn't get to them in time, no clue."James bit his bottom lip as he levitated a large piece of rubble from in front of him.
They lifted bricks and rubble to try get through to the girls, sweat laced their brows as panic flowed through their veins. They tried to not think of the worst case scenarios, but what use was that when rubble and debris littered the floor, and could have claimed their lives.
They did not even hear the footsteps behind them.
"BLACK, POTTER, LUPIN, PETTIGREW! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" she screamed, emphasizing each word, her Scottish accent rolling with every syllable. Dumbledore stood next to her surveying the damage with a calm expression. James felt a surge of annoyance as he looked at the old wizard, he should be panicking and doing something to rectify this situation and save the two girls!
"Please professor, we just," He let out a wince as he panted, they couldn't do this by themselves. "We need help!" James looked at him and widened his eyes, silently pleading with the old man. James had a gash on his forehead and blood poured out of his nose, "Please." His voice dropped as his eyes pleaded with them.
The two professors raised their wands and immediately began levitating the debris away from the area, in a bid to find the two Gryffindor seventh years.
James suddenly ran forward when he saw a flash of red on the ground, as Dumbledore, levitated some debris away. He felt relief flood him as he saw her hands twitch from afar.
"Lily!" he yelled, mostly in relief. He knelt by her side and pushed her long waves away from her face. She let out a cough and winced loudly.
"Ja-aam-James." she whispered and turned her head to him. He nodded and gripped her spasming hand tightly in his own larger hand.
"I'm here Lils." he let out a trembling breath, "I promise you, it'll be okay." she let out a light sob and shut her eyes. He shook his head as panic filled him.
"I know." she whispered and fell unconscious.
From behind him Sirius was looking around in panic, where was she? She had to be here, where else could she have gone? As he blindly looked around his eyes finally caught a pale spot in the debris. He jumped over pieces of debris and raced towards her. he skid along the dusty floor towards her.
A gasp escaped him when he saw the state she was in.
There she lay, her face contorted in pain even though she was unconscious. Blood was pouring out of the lacerations on her cheeks and was staining other parts of her body. Her arm in an odd angle and for a fleeting moment he thought she was dead.
She looked dead.
Fear seized his heart and blood rushed through his veins. She looked dead, her chest was barely moving, her eyes shut... he'd never seen a dead person except in muggle moving pictures.
Why he cared, he did not know. He barely knew Elizabeth Gilmore. But in his heart he knew.
She couldn't die.
Maybe it was minutes, maybe it was hours, he didn't know, neither of them did. But, in the agonising time that passed Madam Pomfrey arrived and levitated the two girls to the hospital wing.
And they followed.
The four boys sat in silence as McGonagall paced in front of them waiting for some news from Madam Pomfrey. Her dark hair only beginning to streak with grey was pulled back into a severe bun, her lips thin as she chewed on her bottom lip. After a while she let out a sigh and sat next to the boys.
"This is a travesty." she told them, they looked at her and nodded solemnly in full agreement. After what felt like hours, Dumbledore walked into the hall where they were seated. His blue eyes no longer calm, but flowing with rage. They could feel his power rolling off of him.
"I think that it's time that we found out what happened before myself and Professor McGonagall arrived." At this the marauders heads snapped up and they all started speaking at once, all four taking the immediate opportunity to speak up about the damage the Slytherins inflicted.
"It was those slimy Slytherins!"
"CRUCITUS CURSE!"
"Death eater scum!"
"AN UNFORGIVABLE!"
"could've killed us all!"
"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore yelled over their pandemonium with a hand raised causing them to all quiet down, Peter blushed, Remus scratched his chin, James tapped his foot and Sirius stared forward with an angry expression on his face. How was it that two of the best in the year were able to be ambushed in such a cowardly manner, how did they get so hurt when they were capable of fighting back? How was it fair that they were nearly killed because of their blood? Because of something they couldn't control.
Sirius had become friends with Lily last year, but Elizabeth, she'd only got to know her that year. What he had known of Lily came from James's dramatic speeches of her and the constant conversations about her, now he knew that she was fiery, intelligent, fantastic with a wand (they took the mickey out of him when ever he said that.), funny and didn't mind abit of trouble no matter how she acted. She was kind-hearted and brave, she did what was necessary. And then there was Elizabeth Gilmore…
Elizabeth Gilmore was a riddle to him, she had many components and until they were put together you'd never be able to figure her out. Much like a puzzle. She was passionate about art, took photos, had the most pretty eyes, good in class and intelligent. Naturally she was brave and well…that was it. The other night however, he saw something else, he saw a fighter, in her getup as Artemis he saw someone who was headstrong and intelligent, ready to take on the world and whatever it threw at her. His thought process was interrupted by McGonagall.
"I think that its best that you speak one at a time." McGonagall's lips were in a thin line, and her eyes narrowed in slits as she heard of the injustice against her cubs, before her and Dumbledore got the chance to ask more questions Madam Pomfrey walked out, her expression worried and she was wringing her hands. "How are they Poppy?"
Madam Pomfrey sighed and motioned for the boys to sit down.
"Both had severe injuries, Miss Evans was hit by a knee reversing jinx, muscle contracting curse to the leg, evidence of stinging hex, cutting curses, she had a broken ankle and a sprained wrist, a few lacerations to her head and a slight concussion. There was also some evidence of something similar to the cruciatus curse, but I cannot be sure." She ended, as she walked them over to Lily's bed, they gasped, her red hair lay spread around her head like a halo, her skin looked pale and pasty underneath the unnatural light, there was a purple bruise on her cheek and her eye was swollen.
James let out a growl at the sight of her hurt, Sirius clenched his jaw. Remus let out a regrettable sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose and Peter grinded his teeth. How dare they have hurt his friends. These kind, beautiful girls were mercilessly hurt for nothing more than their blood. Peter shook his head. If Lily and Elizabeth got so banged up, what hope did he have.
"Miss Gilmore however…" She said as she walked them over to a bed on the right side of Lily's, "Had a broken arm, lacerations from a cutting curse, concussion, bruised ribs and tailbone, bruising on her face." She opened the curtain and they were shocked the usually peaceful girl looked tense in her magically induced sleep, her face swollen and cuts marred her, a bottle of skelegrow sat next to her, Elizabeth's dark hair was in a loose braid, loose strands falling around her face.
Sirius shook his head, how dare they have laid a hand on them? He sat next to her and took her small hand in his. If he hadn't been so worried for her health he would've noticed the electric feeling that sparked between them.
"Neither of them should have any lasting damage or permanent scarring, I'd like them to stay a few days though."
He shook his head, he would've been devastated for them if there had been any lasting damage, whether they cared or not. It seemed that no matter what, there would be no justice.
Two days later both the girls were out and walking around the hospital wing in mind numbing boredom.
"Poppyyyyy! Please! They have to come to the match tomorrow! Elizabeth is our photographer she needs to be there!" Mary begged as she looked at Madam Pomfrey with her best puppy dog expression. She wasn't going to have their photographer miss out on the first quidditch match of the year! Especially in seventh year when teams were scouting.
Elizabeth's photography at Quidditch matches caught the attention of the sports column of the Daily Prophet and Quidditch Today which payed her for her photos as long a she supplied them.
"Miss Mcdonald stop giving me that ridiculous expression, until they are fully healed they will not step out of my infirmary!" she snapped, finally at her wits end with the blonde girl.
"Why don't you just give them a potion that will make them better then?" Beverley commented whilst demonstrating what they did in transfiguration to the girls.
"Potions only help for so long Ms Wilkens! And return your hair to its natural state!" Madam Pomfrey snapped as she bustled off to help out a student who had an accident in potions.
"Not very likely." Beverley muttered under her breath as she ran her slender fingers through her florescent yellow hair.
"Lils, can't you just ask Slughorn to make a potion to make you better, anything for his lovely Lily?" Mary begged looking like a kicked puppy,
"No."
"Please!"
"No"
"PLEASE!"
"Madam Pomfrey, Marys disrupting my healing!" Lily yelled out with a smirk as Mary poked her tongue out and ran away trying to escape Madam Pomfrey wrath.
"I HATE YOU LILY!"
"WHERE IS YOUR GRYFFINDOR COURAGE?" Lily laughed from behind the blonde.
Beverley, Elizabeth and Lily walked towards to Gryffindor stands side by side as they prepared to watch the first match of the year, Gryffindor vs Slytherin. The girls were decked out in their red and gold gear and Beverley had charmed her hair Scarlet for the day.
"Guys I feel left out!" Elizabeth pouted as they took their seats, With Beverley and her scarlet hair as well as Lily with her natural red hair, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Beverley laughed as she took out her wand and waved it over her causing her hair to also go scarlet,
"There we go! That wasn't so hard now was it?" Beverley raised an eyebrow and tutted at her. She nodded appraisingly, "Red hair brings out your eyes."
"shut up!"
"Stop acting like little Children!" Lily commented shaking her head in amusement,
"yes mother dear." Elizabeth replied in a mock posh voice, imitating Beverley,
"That's not what I sound like!"
"Oh I think you do!" the two girls continued to bicker on until Remus and Peter joined them in the stands, Elizabeth took her camera out as soon as Benji Fenwick began to introduce the players.
"Nice hair." They commented with a laugh. Remus looked over at the two former hospital residents.
"How are you two feeling?" He yelled over the cheers of the crowd. Elizabeth gave him a thumbs up as she raised her camera to take some photos. Lily rolled her eyes and leaned on Remus,
"I'm tired and smell like the hospital." she laughed, "But other than that, I cant complain."
"Same as her!" Elizabeth yelled over the crowd as the Gryffindor's got the first goal of the year.
Flashes erupted from her magical camera at every good move or score and ended up with many action shots, two hours had passed and the score was still 160-100 for Gryffindor and the snitch had not yet been seen.
Elizabeth had made it a goal to take a photo of every player and she was still stuck on getting one for a certain, black haired, grey eyed beater who kept evading the cameras lense. As she focused on him and zoomed in she saw she his jaw was set, so very strong that she was sure that if she ever got the opportunity to touch his jaw she'd get a cut, his eyes alight with determination and happiness. He was so perfect, she mused. S
he finally got the perfect shot when she was bumped and cheers erupted behind her,
"Huh? What happened?" she whispered to Remus,
"We won!" he yelled over the noise as the Gryffindor's began to run onto the pitch to congratulate the players.
She bit her lip, The capture of the snitch couldn't be that important...
If someone was looking for that they could just get the amazingly perfect photos she took of Sirius Black.
Amazingly Perfect? She mused, 'Where did that come from?'
The party had run late into the night and all the Gryffindor's were falling asleep at their desks trying to get some rest before Professor Bradley walked in with an excitable gleam in his eyes.
"My head hurts!" Mary groaned as she lay her head on her desk,
"That's why we bought you this!" Sirius was sitting behind her and passed it over causing her to look at him sceptically, as if wondering if they thought her stupid enough to drink something they gave her. But the thought was so tempting, he looked so chipper...what she would give to feel like that at that moment.
"Come on Mare Bear! You saw how much we drank last night, yet I'm here, sitting behind you perfectly cheerful!"
She gritted her teeth and glared at him in annoyance, "If I so much as get a rash from this I will dunk your head down moaning myrtles toilet every day for the next week!." He nodded quickly whilst shuddering at the thought.
She downed the drink and sighed in relief as her stomach settled and her headache turned into a dull ache almost immediately.
'Well you all look cheerful this morning don't you?" Professor Bradley sniggered as he saw them all, "I hope you all had an energising breakfast because do I have an exciting lesson for you!" He rubbed his hands together in anticipation and did a little jig on the spot. The class, namely the Gryffindor's, sunk into their chairs. No they didn't have an energising breakfast, they were too busy throwing up their stomachs.
"Now there are many dark creatures in our world, one of the darkest and hardest to repel are Dementors." Bradley paused to let the miserable class digest the information. Shudders visibly went through several students bodies.
"Dementors are most commonly known as guards of Azkaban and I suspect that sooner or later they will alley with Voldemort. But don't take my word for it." Many in the class shuddered at the name, some jumped in their seats and others had to muffle the noise of their panic. He growled and looked at everyone that didn't panic.
"Merlins saggy left ball sack." He swore rubbing his hand over his face, "POTTER! Why didn't you react to me saying Voldemort's name?" cue the shudders and James seemed confused, he raised a dark eyebrow.
"Because its just a name, and it probably isn't even his real name, no parent could be THAT cruel." He shrugged and Professor Bradley nodded approvingly letting out a laugh.
"There you have it folks, you're scared of a bleeding name, and a fake one at that!" He can't hurt you, world class wards around this school and you're panicking about saying a name. If you're scared of saying his name how the hell are you meant to be fighting him?" he questioned and his answer was silence, "If by the end of the year any of you are still flinching at Voldemort's name I haven't done my job right." He turned to the board and wrote down 'Patronus Charm.'
Many in the class let out excited gasps, suddenly much more awake.
"Yeah I thought so!" Bradley laughed.
"Now the only known way of fighting a Dementors or lethifold is by using the Patronus Charm." He was met by blank faces marred with confusion, "thought so, as I'm assuming most of you know from the reading I gave you last week that Dementors feed on bad memories and emotions, when you're around a Dementors you will be forced to face your worst memories, over and over again until you are nothing more than a shell of your old self." The class was pale and some were shaking, in panic, remembering his offhanded comment about them joining Voldemort.
"They make you feel cold, colder than you could ever feel, they take away all the light, everything that ever made you happy disappears, Those that are kept in the company of a Dementor for too long tend to become depressed, and are often driven insane. Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life."
Everyone looked frightened at the image that had entered their mind, everyone was wrapping their arms around themselves and fastening their coats, as if the mere talk of dementors made them cold. One of the worst in the class was Sirius, whose hands were shaking, his face pale and eyes dull, almost as if the thought of being near a Dementors scared him, as if he'd been consumed by fear, if he stood up to a boggart at that present time it wouldn't surprise anyone if a boggart came up. The thought of living with nothing but your worst memories scared him, hell, it scared everyone.
He now understood why many went insane in Azkaban, he could never live with himself if he had to live like that.
He didn't blame them.
"Lucky for you, I'm teaching you how to repell them!" Professor Bradley clapped startling everyone out of their miserable stupors, "Stand up, stand up!" he motioned with his hands to stand up and magically moved the desks to the perimeter of the classroom.
"Now, the Patronus Charm is ridiculously advanced, above NEWT level, most adults cannot even cast it." Peter and Mary looked at eachother and rolled their eyes. wonderful. The pair were the two least academically inclined in their groups.
"The Patronus charm is pure magic, it is driven by happy thoughts and emotions. To successfully cast the patronus charm you need to conjure up a shield of your most happy memories. Now there are two different Patroni, non corporeal, and corporeal. Non corporeal is light a shield of smoke, it has no defining features and it doesn't generally cause dementors to flee, it may give you afew seconds but it will only stay for so long."
"Now a corporeal patronus, most cannot achieve this. A Corporeal Patronus is one that is fully-formed, taking the shape of bright-white, translucent animal. The specific animal forms that corporeal Patronuses take vary from person to person and reflect each individual's personality. A corporeal patronus is much better for repelling dementors." The class nodded as they paid attention to the Professor.
"I'm hoping that most of you will at least get non corporeal patronus by the end of the year." Some of the most confident looked abit ruffled at the thought of not being able to do the best in such a length of time. "Now the incantation is 'Expecto Patronum.' Think of the happiest memories you have, memories that made you feel the best, let them consume you, them say the incantation, 'expecto patronum."
The class began to mutter the incantation and already, within the first five minutes there were yells of frusturation,
"Sir does this even exist!" Professor Bradley rolled his eyes and walked away from Avery and his soccer ball of mashed potato that he calls a brain.
Elizabeth took a deep breath and closed her eyes, she forced her brain to remember her happiest moments, the times in her life which left her with a large smile and a flying heart. She was going to get this. She was good at charms, just because this was a defensive one, didn't mean it was any different.
"Mum! I'm going to a school of Magic! That's so wizard!"
"Hi, I'm Lily Evans, what's your name?" "I'm Elizabeth, Elizabeth Gilmore." "That's really long, if you don't mind, I'm just going to call you Liz."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"We're best friends, forever and ever!"
"You can be my maid of honour Lils."
"GILMORE! YOU FINALLY HIT A GROWTH SPURT!" "THANK MERLIN FOR THAT!"
She held her first camera in her hands and gasped, tears of joy sprung to her eyes, this was hers, and hers alone.
"Eliza.. HAHA! No stop!... HAHAHA NO STOP YOU BITCH! I HATE BEING TICKLED!" they both ended up on the ground, Lily still squirming in Elizabeth's arms as she was being attacked by Elizabeth's fingers, Lily continuously attempted to kick her best friends shins but missed. "LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!" she shrieked between breaths as she writhed on top of her best friend and giggles erupted from her mouth as she was poked.
"Not seducing, just complimenting." He said simply, as if it meant nothing.
Her heart fluttered and at that moment she felt her distaste disappear and the panic from earlier on in the night disappear and she felt grateful that his arms had encircled her as she barely kept her knees from shaking. It seemed as if a magnetic force was pulling them together, bringing them closer and closer until they had nowhere else to go. Even with the foreign feelings flowing within her as she looked into his eyes.
"Mum IM PREFECT!"
"Don't go growing up on me baby girl." Her father whispered, towering over her eleven year old form, "I wont, I promise daddy."
Moving her wand in a circular motion she incantated "Expecto Patronum", but all that came out was a very faint wisp of silver, barely noticeable to the eye. She let out a huff of frusturation, what memory could she possibly use to create a corporeal patronus.
She thought of every happy thing she could, the people she loved and cared about. She was going to get this today. She hunched over and thought out it more logically. If a spell was cast based on emotions you didn't need many visible memories, you could use one memory, and as long as she memorised every detail, how she felt, what she saw. The charm should work.
She thought of friends, of Hogwarts, of her parents… home, a large smile spread across her face, she shut her eyes and could see her mum in her favourite purple nightgown and robe stirring a batch of choc chip pancakes, her father approaching her and embracing her from behind, a large smile on her mothers face as she turned and gave her husband a chaste morning kiss, her youthful grimace, her fathers laugh as he approached her and threw her up in the air. The smell of vanilla, and freshly baked cakes, cartoons on in the background…
It was at that moment gasps were heard from around the class as they turned to look at Elizabeth who had conjured up a think smoke like vapour, A large smile spread across her face.
She did it!
"Bravo! Well done Elizabeth! 30 points to Gryffindor!" applause echoed around the class as Elizabeth looked down at the ground, a crimson blush spreading across her cheeks like wildfire. After proof that the charm actually existed for those that obviously weren't getting dux of the year, many begun to get it, at the rate that the class was going there was a possibility of corporeal patronus by the end of the year, The 7th year Gryffindors san Peter had got the vapour, Severus Snape, 2 ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff had all got a non corporeal patronus.
With ten minutes left of class it seemed that everyone was competing to see who could get the corporeal patronus first., when the room suddenly lit up, a large animal galloping into the middle, glowing with pure magic and radiating happiness.
It was a doe, a beautiful doe.
The doe patronus turned to Lily and bowed before disappearing. Lily's face split into a large smile as she leant on Elizabeth, as if she had been drained of all energy. The class was in a stunned silence, except for 3 boys who seemed to be sniggering at the expression on their best mates face, James Potter was positively shocked into silence, his mouth gaping and his eyes popping out of their sockets.
"You Gryffindors are on a roll today! 50 points Lily! Well done!"
The two girls interlocked their small hands and squeezed them.
They had done well.
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