The sky loomed ominously; heavy clouds, saturated with water, were to burst soon. Thunder was heard from far away, long after lightning, but soon to come in its shattering light near the dark Shrieking Shack. Loud yells penetrated out from it, scaring the residents of Hogsmeade even more than they were before.
Inside, in a dusty room, two fiery people were at the cause of the noise and disturbance.
"Why are you so nice to Snape?" growled James.
Lily gritted her teeth in anger, enunciating each word carefully, trying not to lose her temper more than she already had. "Because I give second chances."
James abruptly stood up, and swiftly knocked the vase full of dried, pale white flowers to the ground. They crashed, tinkling in a luminous sound that frightened Lily. But what frightened her the most was the way James looked at her, in disgust.
"You're a hypocrite!" he roared, his hazel eyes burning into her frightened green ones, "What about me? I asked for one, damn it, and you won't let me show you how I've changed!"
He rushed out of the room in fury, slamming the door behind him. Lily sat there, too shocked to move, until she felt the silence penetrate into her very soul, and she rocked over and over, crying. Crying. Who knew that Potter could actually make her cry?
"It's all my fault," she whimpered to herself, "I messed up our friendship."
But her train of thought was interrupted as started to sing to herself, singing wildly, unsure of what she would say next after she sang the last line.
"The glistening tears you brought in your wake,
they were close to heart,
and I didn't know I had made such a big mistake.
Dumb; that's me. You were smart,
I didn't let you care,
I should just let you have a fresh start
Even though you were always there
Guess I can say I understand the star chart
I know you said you would always care
I didn't understand
Just thought you just were trying to be heard to bear
But now I understand- it has to do with the left hand
If we marry
We'd probably get a kid named Harry," she finished.
Lily laughed, in bursts of maniacal, quick gasps.
"Marry! Harry! Berry! Nary! Dairy!" she screeched, "No, no! It's nary marry, nary have a dairy Harry! Dairy, deary! Get it?" She cackled to herself, body shaking with convulsions...
Lightning illuminated the dark room in the Shrieking Shack, as true screams of anguish came from it. Rain poured down, slamming against the windows, drumming a constant beat into Lily's mind. It was a fast paced tempo, full of relentlessly smashing drums and banging cymbals.
It was the music of the unloved, screeching and scratching in Lily's ears.
In a quaint, two-story house in Surrey, a near-petrified person woke up from their fitful nightmare. Patting her face,
as if making sure she was alive, the person took a deep, shaky breath.
"It's alright, it's alright," Lily comforted herself, "It was all just a nightmare..."
Lily opened the curtains that surrounded her bed and swung her feet down into the slippers that waited for her, perfectly in place. Standing up, she looked at the clock that flashed `Go back to sleep! It's 1:45!'
Shaking her head with annoyance at the reprimanding clock, she slipped on her bathrobe and shuffled down the steps to her family's kitchen. Lily saw at first glance that the room was empty.
Good, she thought.
She placed a teakettle on the stove, and then, after it had reached the stage of a steaming boil, she seeped the leaves.
Boiling, kind of like Potter's anger, a voice in her mind burst out.
No, no, no! Not that brat!
You're a hypocrite... a hypocrite. Lily could swear she heard him in her head, taunting her.
What did that dream mean?, she questioned herself.
Does it matter?, another part of her shot back.
Yes, it does, a last conscience told her.
Her hair fluttered slightly as a wearied sigh escaped her mouth.
Should she give him a second chance?
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