Chapter Eight

Lily stared at the ground, at her hands, out the window; at anything that wasn't James's sympathetic gaze. She simply couldn't take it right now.

"Lily..." he began hesitantly. Lily looked still further away and snapped, "don't!". The illusion that she was somewhere within the lines of okay was kept up until James tentatively wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know."

Lily let out a pahit laugh. "Of course anda didn't know, anda couldn't have! I haven't told anybody. Do anda really think that I want people to know that the Ministry isn't even trying to find...

Chapter One

Lily knew that her seventh and final tahun at Hogwarts was going to be the hardest yet. Not only was she just getting over the death of her parents in early March, but she had the N.E.W.T's coming up – and to add to all the stress of it, she had been chosen as Head Girl. She had tried to decline the position, politely of course, but Professor Dumbledore would hear nothing of it. The phrase he used in his last letter still made her smile when she thought of it: ”There is no other girl in the seventh tahun that I would entrust this position to, due to certain special circumstances...

Delicate Lips

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From the first time Isabella saw Bellatrix she knew things wouldn't be quite the same. The night was still young and Isabella was still menulis a letter oleh the soft glow of a candle. She put down the quill (her letter being at its end) and carried...

Chapter Seven

The party was loud and generally confusing, as Marauder parties are wont to be – and it was a Marauder party, no doubt about it, even though it bore the judul 'after-party'. The victorious Quidditch match of half an jam yang lalu was merely an excuse, for the Marauders hadn't had one yet that year.

Lily had spent many a fourth, fifth and sixth-year night up in her dormitory, trying desperately to block out the noise rising from the Common Room so that she could possibly, just maybe, get some studying done. The nights always ended in the same way: around one, maybe two am, she'd go...