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Cruel Summer

After Remus had taken James, Sirius and Peter out and away from
her, she had had a wonderful � peaceful � time. As soon as they had left, Lily
had sat down for 10 minutes just taking in the tranquillity of not having 4
idiot boys around her. She decided that she would make the most of James�
absence and she would have a nice big bubble bath that every girl deserved once
in a while.
Running the
water nice and hot, she filled up the tub and got in. The water came up to her
chin as she sunk deeper into its depths and she closed her eyes and luxuriated
in its hotness.
Mmmm, I could lay here forever.
The gorgeous
lavender scent was slowly soothing away all her stresses and was gently
summoning her eyes to close. She obeyed instantly and let the water take her.
Drifting into�a�nice�deep�slumber.

It was
cold.
�Where am
I?� she thought, looking around the white room.
She
couldn�t see anything apart from the brightness of the white walls.
�Are they
walls?�
She looked
down at the floor, but there was nothing.
She didn�t
see anything, not floor, not a bottomless pit; just a void, of time, of vision.
There was a
smell as well.
Like burnt flowers.
A backwards autumn.
A nothingness.
�What is
this?� her mind asked.
Death?
She laughed
in spite of herself, but the sound wasn�t there.
Then, as if
it had been there all the time, the walls started to darken.
Being imprisoned by a kind of force.
A kind of language.
One she
couldn�t recognise, one that her mind didn�t want her to recognise.
The symbols
moved until she realised that the white room was an oval, and the words were
its prisoner.
Like her,
captive and alone.
They
circled around her, waiting and taunting. Wanting her to know and angering
because she didn�t.
It was too
much.
They
surrounded her essence, blocking it in until she could feel it pressing, closer
against the air that suspended her.
The cold
was worse now, biting into her and all she could do was wait until it engulfed
her.
She felt
the air shift as the language neared, felt its icy breath as it sighed its
promise, felt it pulse against her; waiting, always waiting.
The pulse
was becoming more significant now and it progressed into a loud beat.
A thumping
even; the only sound allowed to exist.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
�Sssh,� she wanted to scream, �shut up!�
Bang!
Bang!

Lily jolted
awake, violently sloshing water over the side of the bath tub.
�Shit!� she
muttered, looking over the side at the wet floor.
Bang! Bang!
She nearly
smacked her head on the side of the wall as the sound reverberated through the
bathroom.
�Lily!�
Petunia shouted, �Get out of the bathroom now! You�ve been in it for hours and
I need the toilet!�
�Ok!� she
snapped back, still startled by the weird dream she just had.
Lily looked at
the bath full of cold water, the Lavender bath oil on the surface of it, like a
nasty scum.
�Lovely,� she
thought out loud and looked at the shower clock.
It flashed 02:14.
Groaning about
having to take another bath, she lifted herself out of the tub and grabbed the
towel that hung on the rack. She wrapped it around her cold body and secured it
in place. Lily looked at herself in the oval mirror, picking up her flannel and
just wiping it over her face quickly.
After drying
herself off, she changed quickly into her vest top and shorts pyjamas and
opened the door of the bathroom.
Petunia ambled
in, muttering something about stupid people and time wasting, and Lily walked
into the hall and then into the secure-ness of her own room.
Unwrapping the covers, and climbing into the soft sheets, she
flopped down onto the mattress.

�Lily.�
She shifted in
her bed and turned over, groaning a protest.
�Liilllyyy.�
�Go away,� she
grumbled quietly, pulling the covers over her head and burying herself under
it.
�Evans, wake
up!�
Lily opened
her eyes, pulled the covers back and squinted around her dark room. She glanced
at her alarm clock, only showing the time about 2 hours after she�d last looked
in the bathroom.
Who the
hell is that?
She grudgingly
got out of her warm bed, walked to the window and opened it. The cold night air
hit her hard in the face as she looked down onto the grass. What she saw
quickly brought the anger she had felt earlier, up tenfold.
�What are you doing?�
she hissed at his grinning face.
James looked
back at her, still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
�Hey honey,
I�m home!� he declared, exploding in a fit of laughter.
Lily nearly
died with anger, �Are you drunk?�
James looked
at her and laughed again, �So what if I am? Is the Head Girl gonna give me detention?�
She ignored
his stupid comment and hissed at him again, �Would you shut it? What if you
wake my parents up?�
�The more the
merrier!�
�Just shut
up!�
James paused
and frowned, �I knew you�d do this, I told Sirius that you would!�
�I�m going to kill
Sirius!� she shot at him.
James groaned
in his drunken haze and muttered something unintelligent, flopping down onto
the grass.
Lily pulled
herself back through the window, grabbed her wand that was sitting on her bed
table and walked out of her room. As she walked out onto the landing she walked
over to her parents room to see if they�d woken, but when she looked through
the door they were fast asleep as if nothing had happened. She breathed a sigh
of relief before closing the door quietly as she heard James call her name
again. She trudged down the stairs and walked to the front door, pulling it
open. Lily walked over to James� form lying on her front lawn; he was holding
his head and talking to himself.
Idiot.
�Get up,� she
hissed, holding her wand in her right hand.
James groaned
and looked up at her. He turned over and attempted to stand up, managing the
task quite ungracefully.
Watching him
stumble about, Lily had decided to change her decision about making him sober.
She thought that the hang over he would get in the morning would be ideal punishment
for the last couple of days.
Couple of days? It felt 5 years already!
�Just get in
the house,� she growled at him, �before you wake up the whole street.�
Lily grabbed
his arm as he was about to stumble into her Mother�s flower garden, and steered
him through the front door.
�Where�s
Sirius, Remus and Peter?� she asked him as he tripped
up the stairs.
�Dunno,� he muttered.
Yeah, why
couldn�t you have gone with them?
Lily led him
to the guest bedroom, opened the door and pushed him inside. He staggered over
to the bed and sat down on it, trying to remove his Muggle
trainers but failing on the account that he couldn�t work the laces. Lily
sighed and flicked her wand in his direction, causing the trainers to undo and
slip from his feet. James fell back onto the mattress and immediately dropped
into sleep.
At the point
in time, Lily felt a strong urge to curse him into never being able to sleep
again.
She hated
him.
And for him to
just wreck her sleep and then drift so easily into it himself, felt completely
unfair and she felt like he needed to be punished�horribly. Considering the
rewarding effects of torture, a yawn broke across her face, and she decided to
return to her plotting in the morning.
�Don�t worry,� she thought, as she walked back into her room, �I won�t
forget.�
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