Chapter 1 : Their Side
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'Typical, so typical,' I thought gruffly as I stomped up the stairs from the Gryffindor common room and up to my dormitory. Loud chatter followed me, but the music blaring from the walls quickly drowned the voices out as I ascended. I shook my head in aggravation and wondered how I would possibly get any work done with all this noise.
“Lily, please don’t go,” a familiar voice came from behind me and I felt a hand on my upper arm, effectively halting me. “The party just started. Don’t leave me down there all by myself. Please?” Sighing, I finally turned back and looked at my best friend, Codie Hughes. She had curled her long, blonde hair into loose ringlets, applied mascara to her big blue eyes, and had traded her school uniform for a pair of jeans and a blouse in honour of the party. I looked past her and down at the sea of people that were clogging up the common room. They were all dressed similarly to Codie, ready to celebrate Gryffindor’s latest Quidditch victory over Ravenclaw. Tutting in disapproval I turned back to Codie who was looking up at me hopefully. “Come on Lils. Can’t you just enjoy a party for once?”
“I’m a prefect Codie,” I explained exasperatedly, looking down at her. Normally this would not have been possible as I was much shorter than her supermodel frame, but as I was a few steps above her, I used my unusual height to my advantage. “I shouldn’t even allow these parties, let alone attend them. Besides, it’s a Marauder party. Isn’t that enough of reason not to stay?” I added with a scowl. The Marauders were, in one word, awful. I didn’t know how was it possible that the four most arrogant, conniving, annoying, self-righteous bastards in the world found each other and made it their mission to wreck havoc at my school and in my life. I scanned the crowded room and my eyes narrowed in on the Marauder princes themselves, James Potter and Sirius Black. They were mingling amongst the partygoers, still wearing their Quidditch robes, acting like they were Merlin’s gift to wizardkind. What else was new?
They were always strutting around the castle, pulling pranks and jinxing innocent bystanders. I knew first hand; they had been pulling pranks on me since our very first day at Hogwarts, which was one reason why I hated them so much. I spent my first three years at Hogwarts spending every day screaming at Potter for pouring pudding on me or something equally disgusting. In our fourth year however, Potter decided that he was infatuated with me and instead of pranking me every day, he began asking me out. This ended up being far more annoying and resulted in just as many, if not more, screaming matches. I glared at Potter as I recollected these lovely memories and he must have had the feeling of someone watching him as he began to look around for the source. The second he saw me his hand jumped to his ridiculous mop of jet black hair and began to ruffle it up. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and glared down at him, but he jut smirked up at me and waved with an exaggerated wink from behind his glasses, then turned and nudged his partner in crime. Sirius gave Potter a look of irritation before the messy haired git pointed up at me. Black’s face then broke out into a smirk and he began waving at me as well.
“Oi, Evans!” he called up to me, apparently unaffected by my harsh glare. “Going upstairs to get dressed for the party? Can’t say I blame you; you would look terribly out of place in those frumpy school robes.” If possible, my glare intensified but he just smiled innocently.
“For your information, Black,” I shouted over the pounding music, “I will not be attending your little party. I’ve got much better things to do.”
“Oh yeah?” he snorted with his eyebrows raised, “Got a hot date with your quill and a roll of parchment, do you? “ I glared again, but did not reply. “That’s what I thought,” he said smartly before turning away and sauntering over to a group of giggling Hufflepuff girls. I watched as they batted their eyelashes at him and he threw them a charming smile while running a hand through his silky black hair. I rolled my eyes again before turning back to Codie, who had been watching as well.
“They think that they run the place; like they can do whatever they want,” I muttered bitterly.
“Well, they kind of can, Lils,” Codie pointed out and I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Just stay for a few minutes,” she backtracked quickly, gently pulling me down the stairs and back towards the party. I pulled back, but paused and looked down at the common room again. As Black had been successfully distracted by the Hufflepuffs, Potter had been forced to find some way to entertain himself. I scowled as I saw him smirk at something that seemed to amuse him. Before I could stop him, he pointed his wand at a nearby first year and sent him floating up to the ceiling to bob around like a cork.
“Potter!” I shrieked in furry and the entire room turned to look up at me.
“Lily,” Codie whispered pleadingly, begging me not to make a scene, but to no avail. I launched myself down the stairs and flicked my wand at the poor boy desperately trying to claw his way down the wall. He gently floated back down to the floor then took off like a mad man up to his dormitory while James and the other Marauders howled with laughter. I stormed past Black and the other Marauders, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, and up to Potter. Remus caught my eye and threw me an apologetic look but I had no patience for the sandy-blonde haired boy. I was tired of his half hearted attempts to stop his friends’ inappropriate behaviour and I was pissed that he didn’t seem to take his prefect duties as seriously as I did. Ignoring him, I did my best to look intimidating, but Potter just smirked down at me, my short stature doing little as he stood at least a head taller than me. This didn't worry me though, height wasn’t a matter of great importance when you could wield a wand the way I could. I was well aware that everyone was watching, waiting for me to blow up at him like I always did, but I didn’t care. I always won, so I didn’t mind the audience.
“Just what do you think you are doing?”I demanded, poking him hard in the chest with the end of my wand, which sparked dangerously.
“Lily Evans! Looking lovely, as always. What can I do for you today?” he asked innocently, carefully grabbing my wand with his thumb and pointer finger and guiding it away from his chest.
“You know what!” I yelled angrily pointing in the direction that the first year had run off in. “You mortified that poor little boy and probably scared him half to death!”
“Hey,” Potter put his hands up defensively, “I have always made it perfectly clear that no one under fourth year is allowed at these things. I was just teaching the nosy bugger a lesson. Besides, you should be thanking me, keeping the little darling out of trouble and what not.”
“Oh please,” I snorted in disdain, “you just did it because you could and thought it’d be funny, like always. And don’t act all high and mighty you hypocritical prat, as if you weren’t running around at these kind of parties when you were a first year!”
“Why my dear Evans, I can’t believe you think of me in such a way!” he cried, bringing a hand to his heart as if I had mortally wounded him. I rolled my eyes. I’d had enough of his bullshit for the day.
“Detention, Potter,” I said coldly, but he just shrugged. Detention was an empty threat to him, the guy had racked up thousands over the years. But he didn’t know exactly what I had in mind. “I’m sure Filch will be pleased, he’s been needing someone to clean out his kitten’s litter boxes,” I added with a small smirk as his face twisted with disgust.
“James Potter does not clean litter boxes!” he spat in contempt, crossing his arms
“I’d beg to differ,” I replied smartly and he glared down at me.
“Why do you always have to have a stick up your arse, Evans?” he asked angrily and I could feel the rage building up inside me.
“I happen to be a prefect, Potter,” I hissed in reply and now he rolled his eyes.
“That doesn’t mean you have to be such an uptight bitch all the time,” he retorted harshly, and I nearly hissed at him, while the crowd around us gasped. They had come to expect this as a part of our little show, in fact I was highly suspicious that they had come to love it. Our fights had become quite renowned around the school and the insults that we slung back and forth at each other were legendary.
“What did you just call me?” I growled, my arm outstretched and my wand pointing right at his face.
“You heard me,” he said calmly, though I could see that he was gripping his wand tightly. I was sure that my face was the colour of my flaming red hair by this point and, to be honest, I was surprised that I hadn't literally burst into flames yet.
“Well I’d rather be an uptight bitch than an arrogant, repugnant, stuck-up bastard like you!” I screeched, breathing heavily as my temper got the best of me. I threw a jinx at him but he was ready, easily blocking it with a shield charm.
“Tsk,tsk, Evans,” he tutted shaking his head in mock disappointment, “that’s quite a dirty mouth you have. What would your parents say?” My heart suddenly plummeted down into my stomach and my “dirty mouth” went as dry as the Sahara. All of the colour rapidly drained from my face and I was pretty sure the wind had just been knocked out me.
“Prongs, shut up,” Remus said forcefully, stepping in for the first time ever during one of our fights. He looked at me with panic and worry all over his face, but I was focused more on the fact that I was struggling to breath.
“Shove off, Moony,” Potter replied heatedly, using their stupid little nicknames for each other. Codie had rushed over to me by this point and was trying to calm me down, but tears had already formed and were threatening to fall. The room had gone deadly silent, someone had even silenced the music and everyone except for Potter had realized that something unusual was occurring. “I am so sick you always trying to control everything, Evans,” he continued, still not realizing that he had crossed the line and this was no longer one of our normal spats.
“Stop! Just fucking stop!” I whimpered, my eyes swimming with tears, but Potter just kept going.
“There you go again with the cursing,” he shook his head sadly, “what would Mummy and Daddy think?” His condescending words were like physical blows. They nearly knocked my feet out from under me and I felt so weak that I needed to lean on Codie for support.
“Shut up, Potter!” she yelled furiously. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! You don’t understand!” The entire room gaped at Codie, who was never usually so outspoken in front of large crowds. I used this distraction to make my escape. Wrenching myself from her arms, I sprinted out of the portrait hole. The tears that had been threatening to fall were now streaming down my cheeks, clouding my vision entirely, but my feet seemed to know the way on their own. I heard footsteps chasing after me for a few seconds, but they quickly faded off into the distance as I continued to run down the corridor.
It never should have happened. If Potter had just shut his god damn mouth then nobody would have known that I was hiding something. I didn’t want to face this, that’s why I had worked so hard to keep it a secret, making sure that Codie, Remus, and Professor Dumbledore were the only people at Hogwarts that had any clue about what happened that awful summer. I shook my head furiously, trying to shake the bad memories out of my head, and kept running. I ran until I was entirely out of breath and collapsed onto the ground, sobbing for what felt like hours. I have no idea how long I laid there like that, but when my sobs finally grew into weak sniffles I sat up and looked around. My feet had led me down to the edge of the Black Lake where my friends and I often frequented. The exact spot, in fact, where, just the year before, my former best friend had betrayed me.
Severus Snape. He had been my best friend ever since I was eight and he told me about magic. We spent nearly every day together before we came to Hogwarts where he was sorted into Slytherin and I was put in Gryffindor. We still spent tons of time together though. The Marauders pulled thousands of pranks on us and were particularly cruel to Sev, which only made me hate them more. I always tried to stand up for him, but the more I did, the angrier he seemed to get. It wasn’t until fourth year that I actually started noticing something truly different about him, something dark. It was the people that he started hanging around with. They were the kind of people that looked down on my kind: muggle-borns. But whenever I confronted him about it he would turn all sour and deny everything, then quickly change the subject. I put up with this for a while, but what happened at the end of our fifth year was the last straw.
We had just finished our final O.W.L. exam and I was sitting outside by the lake with Codie and a few of the other girls from our dorm. I remember groaning when I noticed Potter and his friend sit down just far away enough to be out of earshot, but close enough to watch our every move. I kept a close watch on him as well and I was glad I had because the next thing I knew, Sev was dangling upside down by his ankle with who else but the Marauders to blame. I stormed over of course, and made them stop. Sev crumpled to the ground when they let him go and I started to rush over to him, but the look of pure hatred on his face kept me back. Then he said it, the one word I never expected to leave his mouth: Mudblood. I knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. He was provoked, in the heat of the moment, but he meant what he said, and I was through trying to bring the old Sev, my best friend, back. I was done.
Codie helped me through it, comforting me when I cried over him, and listening when I bitched about him. For the five years that we had been friends she never understood why I was so close with him, and I couldn’t really blame her, but it was complicated. I was not horribly popular as a child, people always seemed to realize there was something different about me, even before I knew it myself. Needless to say, I didn’t exactly have a lot of friends, well, none really, except for my sister. But when Severus came along and told me about magic, we instantly formed a bond. Unfortunately, the thing we bonded over is the thing that drove my only other friend away.
My sister, Petunia, was absolutely disgusted by anything abnormal, especially magic. We used to do everything together, we were inseparable. She stuck up for me at school when I would get picked on, and strange things seemed to happen to anyone that happened to call her “horse-face”. But that all stopped when Sev told us that I was a witch. She was no longer my protector, now she was my tormentor. At first I tried to ignore her cruelties and pretend that nothing was wrong, but after three years and I finally received my Hogwarts letter I had had enough. I pleaded with her one last time before getting on the train to Hogwarts, but she wouldn’t budge, so I stopped trying.
When I got back the next summer, having had an amazing first year with new friends, new enemies, and more confidence, I was not about to let her walk all over me again. I began striking back when she would lash out at me. We fought and bickered constantly, much to our parents’ dismay. They begged us to work things out, reminding us that they wouldn’t be around forever to sort out our differences and that they wouldn’t be able to live with themselves knowing that their only two children hated each other. That guilted us into at least being civil to each other in front of them, but when they weren’t around we were terrible. Every summer I counted down the days until I went back to Hogwarts and got away from her. I went home over Christmas break grudgingly to see my parents, but I flat out refused to leave Hogwarts for Easter. Looking back however, I would have gladly gone home and faced Petunia just to have been able to see my parents again, because last Christmas was the last time I saw them, and the last time I ever would.
When we pulled into King’s Cross station at the end of my fifth year, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Codie and I dragged our trunks behind us with our owls screeching loudly in annoyance while we looked for her family. This was our tradition as my parents could not pass through the barrier because they were muggles. Once the Hughes were located and Codie and I were showered with hugs and ‘Welcome Homes’, we made our way back out to the muggle world and began to search through the crowd for my parents, but we couldn’t find them. Though Codie and her family offered to stay and wait with me, I assured them that my parents would be there soon so we said our goodbyes and I took a seat on a nearby bench to wait. What I thought would only be a few minutes soon surpassed an hour, and I started to worry, but that was nothing compared to when I noticed the two men approaching my bench. I could tell immediately from their odd appearance that they were wizards, Ministry wizards by the looks of it The knot that had formed in my stomach now became gut wrenching pain and tears sprang to my eyes. They walked right up to me, looking remorseful, and my dread soared to new heights. They told me that there had been an attack; that my parents were dead. My parents were dead and they were never coming back. They had been apprehended by their murderers just a few blocks away. Their attackers had known that my parents would be there to pick me up from the train, and they struck.
Mugged, that's what it said in all of the muggle papers. That's how all of my parents' friends and family believed they had died. It was just a terrible accident, it could have happened to anyone. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they weren't. They weren't murdered in some random act of violence. They were targeted, hunted; because of me. Because I am a witch, but also the daughter of two muggles, and in the wizarding world that is a very dangerous thing to be.
I had tried to protect them. As soon as that monster began gaining power I knew that it would only be a matter of time before he started to act. I learned every protective spell I could find, and by the time I was done my parents' house was entirely impregnable, invisible to any witch or wizard without my permission. I cast all the shielding charms I could, but there was only so much I could do in that department. If curses were fired, they'd be safe for only about an hour, long enough to alert me with the small charm I had enchanted for them. It was identical to the one that I had on my own charm bracelet, a small golden dragon. If there was ever an emergency all they had to do was twist the dragon's tail and my charm would let out a loud roar to alert me.
They never used the charm. When Codie came to help me clean out the house before we could sell it, she found the little dragon my father's sock drawer, still in the box that I had given it to them in. Perhaps I had never explained it properly to them. Maybe Petunia was right, that it was my fault. I just didn't want to scare them. I didn't want to tell them that there was an evil wizard, and an entire army under his control that wanted to kill muggle-borns and their families. I didn't want to have to tell them that we were all in danger, everyday, and that it was only getting worse. So I didn't. I only told them to be careful and to alert me with the charm if anything ever happened. That's all. Like they could really take that seriously. They agreed, patted me on the head and sent me on my way, never fathoming the severity behind my stupid little warning. They had no way of knowing that a terrible wizard, who most people feared to even name, was running rampant across the country, his army of followers, the death eaters, destructing anything and everything in their path. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell them about You-Know-Who, and now it’s my fault that they’re dead.
So I sat there, on the floor at King’s Cross Station, crying my eyes out and causing quite the scene as the two aurors looked at each other uncomfortably. They allowed me to weep for a few minutes before they stood on either side of me and hoisted me up, then dragged me away, one pulling my trunk along behind him. They brought me out to a typical ministry car and helped me into the backseat, where I flopped over and continued bawling. The aurors both sat in front with the driver thanks to the enlarged seating. Whether it was out of their respect for my privacy or just their general discomfort, I did not know. All I wanted was for my mother and father to wrap their arms around me and tell me that everything was going to be alright. But they couldn’t because they were dead. That’s when I realized that I had lost all of my ties to the muggle world. My parents were dead, my sister hated me, and I had no other living relatives. No blood relatives anyway, which is what led me to the Hughes.
The aurors brought me to Codie’s house on my request, and I had never seen her look more frightened than when she had opened the door that day. I didn’t realize until later that it was me that had scared her so badly. She frantically asked me what was wrong, but I could reply. I just shook my head as the tear continued to pour down my cheeks. Without another word she wrapped her arm around my should and led me inside and up to her room while her parents looked after us in shock before the aurors began asking questions.
The rest of the summer was a whirlwind of sadness, grieving, and recovery. Codie was an absolute godsend; I don’t know how I would have gotten through it without her. She was my shoulder to cry on while I wallowed in her room, my hand to hold at the funeral, and my advisor when I began to heal. She was like the sister I always wanted, unlike Petunia who blamed me for our parents’ deaths. As if I needed her to remind me of that. It’s something that still haunts me to this very day. But Codie and her family got me through it all and, though I would never stop missing them, I was mostly able to move on with my life.
So Codie and I returned to Hogwarts for our sixth year and nobody knew anything, just how I wanted it to be. I didn’t want to be the school sob story. And no one else would have known if Codie hadn’t been at Quidditch tryouts during our first week back and I had a slight breakdown with no one to go to. That’s when Remus found out. He had been looking for me when I didn’t show up for rounds and found me crying in the prefect’s bathroom. I tried to make up some excuse, but I wasn’t able to come up with anything so I had to tell him the truth.
Remus and I had never been what one would describe as ‘friends’. Sure we were both Gryffindor prefects, but aside from rounds together, we hardly ever spoke. I mean, he was a Marauder. He had never been outwardly rude or mean to me, but he never exactly did anything to stop his friends when they were, so he wasn’t exactly on my list of favourite people. We were acquaintances, at best. So to say that I was surprised at his reaction when I told him about my parents would be an understatement. He pulled me into a hug and apologized profusely, muttering comforting words as I tried to slow my tears. When I finally stopped, I made him swear not to tell anyone about what I had told him, and though he seemed a bit bewildered by the request, he agreed. It was strange, but we became friends after that. I never would have thought that I would be anything but enemies with a Marauder, but after getting to know him better I couldn’t believe we hadn’t been friends our whole lives. He was so kind, caring, intelligent, and handsome even. At one point I wondered if I had a bit of a crush on him, but I came to realize that he was like a brother. I could talk to him about anything and he always gave me great advice. Even Codie, who shared my hatred of all things Marauders, enjoyed Remus’ company.
The only downside was the Marauders. They were always hanging around, making it impossible to spend time with Remus. When he was actually able to tear himself away from them, they just gave him shit for it, putting him in a rotten mood. He begged me to just get over my “stupid grudge” and spend some time with them, but I flat out refused. No matter how many times he told me that they weren’t so bad, I would not believe him. This, of course, pissed him off so that he didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day, but he begrudgingly got over it the next day after Potter tried to ask me out then turned my hair green when I said no. Potter had become even more obnoxious ever since Remus and I had become friends. He had become absolutely relentless when begging me for dates and even more of and arsehole when I declined, and then he would be jerk to Remus. I’m pretty sure he was jealous that Remus could talk to me without getting punched in the face, but Remus claimed that he was just grumpy. All the time. Who’s the uptight bitch now Potter?
‘Merlin I hate him,’ I thought as I sat up and shook my head to bring myself back to the present. I wiped my eyes and got to my feet, then wandered over to the water. Looking down at my reflection, I critiqued my appearance. My pale cheeks were tearstained, my green eyes were now bloodshot and swollen, and my wavy, auburn hair was now rumpled and frizzy. Sighing, I sat back down and pulled my shoes and socks off, then dipped my feet in the water, which was surprisingly warm for a late September evening. I sat back and thought about what rumours would spread after the little show that I had just put on in front of everyone. Normally I wasn’t really one to care what others thought of me, and that would be true in this situation as long as no one found out the truth. If they did I was in for one great year. I did not want pity, in fact, I hated it. There’s nothing that prevents a person from moving on more than people constantly reminding them of what they’ve lost. I groaned at the thought and flopped onto my back.
As much as I hated to admit it, Potter was right about one thing: I was a control freak, I always have been. I could not handle having the reins of my life being yanked out of my hands, which of course, is exactly what happened when my parents died. If Codie hadn’t been there I probably would have lost it completely, but even still, I wasn’t exactly over it yet considering I couldn’t hear the word ‘parents’ without hyperventilating. Codie told me once that what I really needed was to do something crazy without thinking about it. I’d scoffed at her at the time, but laying there on the edge of the lake, I figured I didn’t really have much to lose. So I stood up, brushed myself off, and did the first thing that came to mind: stripped down to my knickers and jumped into the lake.
While I was still diving towards the bottom all I could do was think about how insane I was, but when I finally decided to let go for once in my life, it was amazing! I propelled myself back up to the surface and floated around on my back, laughing. I had never felt so exhilarated before and it was the best feeling in the world. Well it was, at least until I felt something slimy wrap itself around my leg. I shrieked and tried to kick at whatever had a hold on me, but it only got tighter. “The squid!” I screamed frantically as I tried to swim away. I was surprised to find a lack of resistance as I pulled, but I could still feel it on my leg so I continued to swim. Braving a look back I expected to see the tentacle that was about to me pull under, but I was greatly disappointed by what I did see however: seaweed.
Rolling my eyes and grumbling about how idiotic I am, I leaned back and peeled it from my calf, then threw it as far as I could. I flipped back over, dove under the water again and opened my eyes. The water was a bit murky, but I could still see a few metres all around me and there was most definitely no giant squid in sight. I closed my eyes again and floated around lazily, enjoying the feeling of my hair swirling around my head. I smiled and shook my head as I thought of how spastic I must have looked. I was just about to surface for air when I felt something wrap itself around my waist, and this definitely was not seaweed. My eyes flew open but I could quite make out the dark shape that had latched on to me. I began to squirm and kick, desperately trying to get away from whatever it was that had me, but it was too strong. I resorted to punching at it but it continued to pull me along as though I had no affect on it. I was nearly out of oxygen and pretty sure I was going to drown when I suddenly broke the surface, coughing and spluttering. I looked around, completely disoriented, and my eyes landed on the last thing I expected to see: James Potter.
“Are you fucking insane?!” I cried through my coughs and tried to pull away from his shirtless torso, but he wasn’t letting go and continued to tow me back towards the shore.
“Me?!” he yelled back in disbelief. “I’m not the one who jumped in the lake by themselves and almost got killed by the giant squid!”
“It wasn’t the squid you idiot! It was just seaweed!” I shouted as he dragged me up onto the beach.
“You were screaming about a squid and then disappeared under the water! What the hell was I supposed to think?!” he retorted hotly, dropping me so that I flopped ungracefully onto the sand.
“What are you even doing out here?! Were you watching me?!” I shrieked, suddenly remembering that I was rather underdressed and frantically looked around for my clothes.
“Well I got worried when you ran out earlier so I went looking for you to make sure you were alright,” he said angrily, bending down to pick up his clothes then threw his robes at me.
“Yeah, okay,” I snorted, quickly wrapping them around me while he pulled his jeans over his sopping boxers. “I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I was practically naked!”
“How the fuck would I have known you were going to go skinny dipping when I followed you down here?” he said exasperatedly while I glared at him. “Not that I didn’t enjoy the view,” he added with a wink and I turned away, thoroughly disgusted.
“Just go away,” I grumbled. “I came down here to get away from you, not to be sexually harassed.”
“Look Evans,” I heard him sigh, then felt his hand on my shoulder and immediately shrugged it off, “I really did just come down here to apologize for whatever it was that upset you. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I said bitterly, walking briskly along the shore and back to where I had left my clothes. “Now go away.”
“No Lily, wait” he tried again, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to face him, “I really am sorry. I’m not sure what I did, but I honestly never meant to make you cry like that.”
“Shut up Potter,” I glowered while trying to pull away from him, “I didn’t cry.”
“Yeah right!” he scoffed, his grip tightening around my arm. “Come on Evans, just tell me what I did.”
“No!” I yelled, finally ripping my hand away. “It’s none of your business!”
“Oh, but you can tell Remus right?” he spat sourly, crossing his arms with an accusatory expression.
“Remus is my friend!” I shouted furiously. “And he claims that you’re his friend too, but I can’t imagine why!”
“Because I’m a good person!” he cried, throwing his arms up angrily. “You’re just never willing to get over this stupid grudge you have towards me to realize it!”
“Pranking people, jinxing innocent bystanders, yeah, you sound like a real great guy,” I rolled my eyes before stumbling over my forgotten pile of clothes. Grumbling, I bent down and shoved the pile under my arm before marching back up the lawn and towards the castle, hoping to lose Potter in the process.
“Evans, wait!” he called after me and catching up in a few quick strides. “In case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t done anything like that this year.”
“Okay ‘this year’ has only consisted of three weeks, so forgive me for not being all that impressed. Besides, that’s complete bullshit. I’ve already given you at least ten detentions for cursing people!”
“Yes, but they all deserved it. They’re Slytherins,” he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I don’t care what house they’re in!” I retorted harshly, still stomping up the lawn and refusing to look at him. “You have no right to curse people, even if you think they deserve it!”
“They do deserve it! Don’t you know what they say about you?!” he exclaimed angrily. I stopped short and spun around, my eyes blazing.
“Of course I do you insensitive bastard!” I yelled, my eyes tearing up no matter how hard I tried to hold them in. “I know what they all call me: Mudblood. I know that they all look down their noses at me like I have no business being here, like I’m some sort of repulsive insect. Don’t you dare assume you know more about it than I do. You have absolutely no idea what it’s like to be treated that way! Perfect pureblood Potter has never had anyone look down on him. No you’re always the one playing that part.”
“I would never call you a... you-know-what!” he interrupted furiously but I ignored him and continued with my rant.
“You’ve never laid in bed at night, terrified that you and everyone you care about could be tortured or killed by some psychopath simply because you’re parents were muggles! You’ve never had to sit down and consider the fact that once you’re out of Hogwarts you may not ever be safe again! You don’t know anything, Potter, so shut the fuck up and leave me alone!” I shouted, furiously wiping the tears from my eyes while he just stared at me, gobsmacked. Shaking my head, I tried to calm myself down and return my breathing to normal, then turned and walked away. I had made it about ten metres before Potter said something.
“Were?” he said, his voice barely loud enough for me to hear it. After a moment of deliberation I sighed and turned around again.
“What?” I asked reluctantly, having no idea what he was talking about.
“You said were,” he said slowly, “your parents were muggles.” My heart sank as I realized my mistake.
“Potter, just stop. Just stop and pretend that nothing ever happened,” I pleaded, but he didn’t seem to hear me.
“Lily, are your parents-” he started to say before I slapped him across the face with all my might. He stumbled back, his hand pressed to his cheek with a shocked expression on his face, then I promptly crumpled to the ground and began sobbing. Soon after, I felt a hand on my shoulder, a comforting voice in my ear, then suddenly, a pair of arms slid underneath me and the ground disappeared room beneath me. Normally I would have put up a fight, but I was just so exhausted that I really didn’t care anymore. I curled in towards him and continued to cry into his chest, letting him carry me all the way back up to my dormitory, where he gently laid me down on my bed. For a moment I wondered how he had managed to get up the enchanted staircase, but the thought soon slid to the back of my mind. The second my head hit the pillow I was out.
A/N: New story, yay! I'm giving something a bit different a try, so reviews would be extremely helpful and appreciated! Hope you all enjoyed it and thanks for reading!
*Update:In case you missed it (or you were just wondering what the edit was), I changed Lily's parents death a bit, to coincide with future chapters a bit better. Didn't want to post that up top to give anything away.