The Necklace
Authors Note- In response, I have this story planned up to James and Lily's death, tragic event, even though it didn't really happen.
Chapter Five
As James stalked the corridor outside the headmasters office, he paced with boiling blood. Malfoy, no one could freely admit to having the slightest acknowledgement towards the creep. His father was tight knit with the Ministry, of course he blew the horn on Lily, he did it for Alina- it was always Gryffindors.
But he couldn't let that get to him right now, save it for later. He focused all his concentration on what he was doing, even though he was still in the dark with the entire plan. James did not know exactly how Sirius was going to use his power to get Lily out of the dungeon (then again he did have that wonder knife) nor did he know how Remus was going to distract enough people for the actual escape. But they seemed confident in their plan, whether or not that was reassuring, he didn't know.
James strengthened his grip on the handle of his broomstick- waiting. He could see Sirius's figure way down the corridor, waiting as well. Remus had said to ' move on cue' along with ' you'll know it when you hear it'.
He was about to call down to Sirius and ask when the show was going to start, and piercing screams erupted from the direction of the Great Hall. The quantity grew, louder and louder. Dippet and several other adult men came running from the indent where his office was. James pressed himself against the wall as they went by, but like the night before, he went unnoticed. He looked down the corridor again, Sirius was gone.
By that moment, James had forgotten about his upcoming responsibility and wandered down the other direction to see what Remus was doing. There, outside the Great Hall, through the crowd of students (who had obviously forgotten about their breakfasts) crowding around Remus who was laying on the floor. Screaming and twitching, mimicking believed actions that he was transforming into his werewolf form. Everyone else was too dumbstruck to know, or remember, that this was not how it happened- especially in the broad daylight.
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Lily was perched against the chamber wall, listening to the muffled screams, paranoid of what was happening, or going to happen. She watched the door, waiting for someone to re-enter the deserted office.
A tiny mouse squeezed under the doorway, causing her to jump back. In the blink of an eye, Sirius was towering over her.
" What the...?".
He smirked, " your chariot awaits Miss Evans".
She watched as he removed a pocket knife from his robes and switched the blade into the keyhole. It didn't fit, however, the door swung backwards.
He grabbed her wrist, " lets go".
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Not even the professor were daring enough to get too close to Remus, and they of all people should have seen right through the act. But James was beginning to notice him loosing energy in his diversion.
" POTTER!" he heard Sirius yell from the adjacent corridor and dashed back to where he was once, and suppose to be, standing.
He immediately mounted his broom and kicked off from the stone floor and stayed no more than four feet above. It was the matter of a second until he reached where they were standing.
Lily gave them both strange glares, but did not hesitate stepping over the broom and sitting in front of James.
" Thank you" she squeaked to Sirius before James kicked off again.
He had no idea how to actually get out of the castle, and she was beginning to wonder the same. The main doors weren't possible, not with Remus and the mob still crowded there, he kept their speed down until they figured out a way.
" The potions dungeon!" Lily called, " you and Sirius broke that window three days again, it still hasn't been fixed!".
Brilliant, he was hoping she'd think of something. He made a sharp left down another empty corridor, then another left into the potions dungeon.
" Duck!" he yelled.
Sure enough, the window was still out of place, but also a very narrow escape. The two huddled closer to the broom, James's chin pressing into her shoulder blade. At the last moment, the broom did a complete front flip, tossing the gasping passengers through the window.
James readjusted their position, " hold on!", as they soared higher and higher into the Friday morning sky.