Summary: Lily and James make their escape from the Library, and eventually get back to their dorms. But not without a little bit of fun along the way.
The second chapter was asked for, so here it is. I hope you like it as well as the first.
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What sort of Idiot would leave two wandless, innocent students locked up in the library?
In my frustration I tried a wordless charm, but the lock on the door didn't budge. I guess that they suspected that late night Pranksters would know the spell Alohamora (Used for the unlocking of doors), and so they put an even more protective spell on the door. I needed my wand! Why didn't I bring it with me? How could I have been so STUPID! More importantly how could Madam Pince have been so dim witted, as to lock us in here in the first place?
I drew my hand back one more time, fully intending it to smash into the cold oak of the door, and relieve some of my anger. But before a sound could be made Potter had a grip around my wrists, keeping me gently in place…but the grip was strong enough so that I couldn't budge. I was spun as to face him, and he was calm. Who is calm at a time like this? He must have known this would happen. Ass-wipe.
"Evans, we can find a way out of here without Filch coming to catch us, with all the racket you were about to make. Have you got your wand?"
I murmured a no to his question. Would I have attempted a wandless charm if I had my wand on me? He said that he had his. He released me, and attempted to unlock the door, using Alohamora and some other less known spells
"It isn't working," He growled. I could have figured as much for myself. Then he cast Mufflatio spell, probably so Filch wouldn't hear us.
He then started doing the oddest thing, and I have seen many odd things…with me being a student at Hogwarts and all. He was patting down the pockets of his trousers reluctantly, and pulled out a mirror. How typical of Potter to keep a mirror with him at all times. Laughter rumbled forth from me, but I tried to make it as silent as I could. He was gazing into the mirror and muttering something. Lunatic.
He looked at me with a face of mock-anger, "Shut up, I'm trying to talk to Black ".
So they talked to each other through mirrors did they? I bet it just escaped everybody's notice, because it was normal for them both to be gazing at their own visions, smiling. But Potter wasn't smiling. He didn't seem very happy at all. And since when does he call his shadow "Black"? Then again, when I thought about it, I hadn't seen Black and Potter living in each other's pockets for a few weeks now.
I stepped over to him and peered over his shoulder. Sure enough, there was Sirius' reflection in the mirror. Potter spoke slowly and roughly.
"Where are you?"
"Detention, mate, with Skeletor"
"Can you sneak out and open a window in the dorm. McGonagall shouldn't notice if you're only gone a minute"
"She's watching me, with her scary beady eyes, there's no way I can get out of this one"
"Can you get Wormtail or Moony?"
"They're asleep. And Moony can't even look at me, how can I talk to him?"
"Don't worry about it, I've got to go"
"Do I see a certain little red-head over your shoulder?"
I quickly ducked back down to behind Potters back, hiding behind him, out of the Sirius' view. But I needn't have worried. Potter had gruffly turned the thing off, muttering something incomprehensible. Potter turned around, and was standing too close to me for comfort, so I reflexively stepped back. He began talking to me,
"I'm going to try an Accio my Cleensweep (his prized broom) from my dorm, and it should work if the window is open"
Why hadn't I thought of that? It was a pretty good idea. I was going to be riding a Cleensweep! That was so cool! Excitedly I opened a Library window as he performed the spell. The room went dark, with only a scrape of light flickering in from the half-moon. So I awaited the Cleensweep to come rushing at us with great speed. But nothing happened. Sighing dejectedly after minutes of waiting, I turned back the library, of which I could only just make out in an eerie shimmer of light dancing on the edges of objects.
"I can't see, Potter" I said uncertainly, and hoped he heard me clearly, but not the dejection in my voice.
He made his wand light up once more, yet it was so close to him it highlighted his face spookily against the dark. "You wanted to come on a fly with me, didn't you". It was more of a statement than a question. But I nodded anyway. His features showed a smile, but the light made it inhumanly fierce.
"What did you say, Evans"
"Hmm, oh, um, yeah. I did…can you point that blasted light somewhere away from your face. You would have seen me agree with you, if you had just shone the light on me before"
He just smiled cockily and aimed the light directly at me, blinding me. I ducked out of the lights path, and threw a small, close by book at Potters shin, while laughing.
" We can sneak down to the Gryffindor change rooms, at the Quidditch pitch, there are a few old school brooms there. We can both fly back up to our dorms"
"But how are we going to get down there? We're at least a story above the ground. And even if you can levitate me down there first, how can I help you down? I left my wand in my dorm, so Kirsten could curl her eyelashes in the shape she wants"
Kirsten was my best friend. She was obsessed with keeping a prim and faultless appearance, thus the curling her lashes with wands and other such pointless rituals. Unfortunately she found that my wand was just the right size to do a "fabulous job".
Potter laughed at hearing the last comment. I wondered if he thought I was joking?
"I'm not to sure how we are going to get down there. Maybe I should Accio your wand? If there's a door or window open, we should be able to get it."
"Okay."
He repeated the spell that he did earlier, yet it was my wand and not his Cleensweep that he had summoned. It actually came this time. But not to me, it whooshed over my head and jabbed Potter hardly in the chest. I smirked; my wand could do my bidding without even knowing it!
"Ugh, okay here it is". He handed the wand over to me in the dark, and we hastened over to the opened Library window.
I climbed out of it first, and was standing on some rickety old tiles, slanted deeply, as if the roof was willing me to fall. But I edged along the side, giving room for Potter to climb out of the window too. It was hard to do with all the wind. I glanced sideways at him; his hair had that windswept look he so constantly tried to achieve back in our fifth year, and some of this year to. But he didn't play with his hair nearly as much now, I guess.
He actually looked quite handsome, with his robes billowing around him, his trendy glasses tilted upwards on one side of his face and his hair being thrashed around in the wind. He seemed much more comfortable than I was up here (And I'm not afraid of heights, just rickety, steep and unsafe roofs). Great! I was staring. Again. I really thought I had a problem with that. Luckily Potter was looking at me too, probably to see whether I was terrified or not. I hope I concealed my fear well.
"Okay, Potter, I'll levitate you down first. It'll be easier for you to levitate me once you're on the ground."
"But I'm heavier than you, so I should levitate you down first, to make it easier" he rebuked.
With a sarcastic edge to my voice "Oh yes, and I really trust your brilliant ability with charms to do a good job from up here" He scowled, and relented.
I was smiling, because I knew charms were a certain weakness of his, although he was passing the class (and could actually do Wingardium Leviosa… which we learnt in first year. It would worry me if he couldn't pull off that charm effectively)
I bellowed the charm (but my voice got a bit lost in the violence of the wind), and levitated him to the ground. He looked as though he was going to sick at first, but the queasiness he must have felt wore of relatively quickly. He landed fairly safely on the ground, on his backside (I did that one on purpose, but it was also because of that ruddy wind; it made it very hard for me to concentrate).
Potter looked up at me and raised his wand,so I nodded that I was ready to go (though I really was screaming inside). I was being raised up into the air, my feet tingled uncomfortably and I felt like my stomach had shot towards the night's sky. I couldn't hear anything over the beat of my own heart. I felt my body shaking violently against my will. Horrid thoughts kept reeling through my head, but I kept them at bay by saying repeatedly:" just close your eyes, don't look down, don't look down, and don't look…"
I landed on my feet, and I think I looked utterly terrified. I like riding brooms; at least there is something to support you, and it gives you the most fantastic adrenalin rush. But being levitated without any supports whatsoever, on a dark and windy night, was a different story. It was absolutely terrifying. I slowly blinked open my eyes, and caught site of my arms rapt around my trembling body. Blood rushed to my face. I couldn't believe I looked so helpless in front of Potter.
"That broom ride better be worth it" I thought grimly to myself. Just at that moment I saw a light behind me, and whipped around. It was just illuminating from Hagrids' cabin (Hagrids wickedly awesome, he's one of the nicest people I've met. Never judges a book by it's cover, that bloke). Should we have just stay there the night? I knew Hagrid would let me, he would've understood. I wasn't so sure about him letting in Potter though; ever since that prank around a month and a half ago (where James and Sirius fed Fang some type of spawn that caused the poor dog to start tap dancing, badly.) Hagrid had been ignoring them both, and sending dirty looks their way every so often. They completely deserved it. Perhaps spending the night with Hagrid wasn't such a stroke of genius after all? Besides, I wanted to go flying something terrible.
Potter must have seen me staring at Hagrids hut, because in the next minute he commented uncaringly, "You want to sleep with the gamekeeper, eh?" I couldn't really tell what the look on his face was after he said that, so I just rounded on him…
"WHAT did you say? Were you ACTUALLY suggesting that I sleep with..."
"No, no, no…that came out wrong." I snorted as he said this "If you want to spend the night there (he put a great deal of emphasis on those last four words), then we can. If your afraid of heights that's okay."
"I am NOT afraid of heights. I love flying and Quidditch. The steep, unsafe roofs of an old castle do scare me though. And so does a boy barely passing charms levitating me a good few story's".
I could see his hand, outlined by the glow of a crescent moon, ruffling his hair. "Well then Evans, if you like flying so much, let's just see what you're made of. Let's go."
I'd show him. I followed him to the Quidditch Pitch, and we had to climb over a little barricade to get inside. That was it. I had never expected braking into a sports ground would be so easy. We walked over to the Gryffindor change rooms, which I'd never been into before. Potter got it open by whispering a password that I could not hear. It was big and had a damp, sweaty smell clinging to it. I followed Potter (like a lost Puppy, but a lost puppy bent on being just as good as Potter at flying fast) around a series of corners until we reached a little cupboard, with scratches and large marks that only bludgers smashing into it could make. Potter muttered Alohamora, and the door opened (It's about TIME that spell worked!) and there stood three abused looking brooms in all their glory.
I took one and Potter grabbed another. Neither of us took the one that had barely any bristles left on it, and heavy chunks taken out of the wood. We scurried outside onto the quidditch pitch with them. I mounted mine first.
"You ready?" I called, and heard the smirk in my own voice. I had gotten a lot of practice with Quidditch last summer, as I stayed over at Kirsten's place and we played two a side Quidditch against her brother, Trent (Who plays beater for Hufflepuff), and his friend Marcus. Kirsten was really bad at it, so I had to be extra good, to avoid the boys thrashing us at it all the time. I still hang out and have a fly down at the Quidditch pitch with Kirsten and some of my mates, every so often.
I didn't think Potter expected me to be any good with flying or heights, because of how I reacted to him levitating me. How I was going to prove him wrong…
"Yep, let's go, Evans" he spoke as he lifted of the ground. He was just hovering; he didn't actually start flying (unfairly) without me. I got up to the same height as him. And then we were off, whizzing about the Quidditch Pitch, seeing who could fly the fastest through all three goalposts. Then trying to see who could circle the entire pitch the fastest, afterwards we saw who could dive straight down to the other end of the pitch the farthest. James got that one. Damn.
I was worn out within forty minutes of racing, diving and mid air hide and seek games. It was so much fun. The cool winds whipping around me now felt good on my hot face. I dove down again, in the middle of the pitch. But this time I dismounted and James followed me, as he saw what i was doing. He did the same. He was grinning from ear to ear, so he must have gotten that rush of blood that flying can give you. His must have been able to have felt his heart hammering wildly and blood pulsing beautifully in his ears, just like I could.
"So who won?" I breathed out, heavily.
"I'm not sure. All I know is that I haven't had a good race like that in ages. You should try out for the team next year," He proclaimed. "I could train you if you want. You'd make a fair chaser."
I smiled, giddy with the nights air "If it's as much fun as that was, count me in" He just smiled in return. I continued, "So... race you back!"
I quickly mounted my broom again and sped of in the direction of the Gryffindor girl's dorms, and heard Potter approaching me at a decent speed. Just before I reached the window to my dorm, from which I could hear Kirsten and all of my friends erupting in a fit of giggles, I swooshed my broom around to face Potter.
He hadn't realised I was going to do that, and just kept on flying rapidly, before doing a U-turn (kind of thing) and flied back to me, so that he was positioned in front of my window. In the full view of all my friends.
"Good night then" He said, still smiling "I haven't had that much fun in ages. Thanks. And I'm going to have to question you for that interview soon"
I grinned and said "'Night, but what are we going to do with these broomsticks?"
"Just sneak it up to my dorm in the morning, and I'll get them back down to the Changing Rooms before anyone notices that they're gone"
"Right then, see you". I whispered. And he sped off out of view. I could hear the gasps of my mates in the dorm, as they probably thought Potter had gone nutters and was just talking to thin air, because they couldn't see me.
Then I flew through the window, and everybody's gasps became louder. Marlene and Dana even shrieked.
"Why do you get to have all the fun, Lily?" one of them said. I couldn't tell which, because they were all bubbling with the thought of some good old gossip.
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Please tell me what you thought, and whether it made any sense or not. I'm thinking of extending this by a few
chapters. But if it's better left ended here, then please tell me.
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