Lily Evans

Chapter Eight

Disclaimer I do not own these characters, they belong to JKR

November passed with few incidents, including James and Elena fighting. At the beginning of December, Lily received a letter from her parents. This wasn't unusual, no they had sent a letter that looked formal, cardstock print. It was a wedding invitation for her sister Petunia. There was a smaller note in the invitation. It read:

Lily,

Mum is making me invite you because it's 'rude' not to. Vernon and I are getting married on the 23rd. If you show up, bring a date. Do not bring one of your freak friends. I'm serious Lily. I don't want you ruining my wedding with your freak self.

Petunia Evans.

Charming. What a bi- we mustn't speak ill of our sister. What about her walrus of a fiance? Yeah no, he's free game. He's so very boring. 10/10 one of the men who are rude to waiters. Lily sighed, shit-talking Vernon wasn't getting her anywhere. James wandered into the common room just as she set the letter down on the coffee table. "Hey Lily, are you staying here for Christmas Hols?" It panged just a little that he didn't call her any nickname, not since Elena.

"No, my sister is getting married and I have been ordered to attend," Lily told him, sinking into the couch.

"Sounds fun, hey do you mind starting patrols without me? I told Elena I'd tell her goodnight."

"Sure, see you later," Lily agreed. No, I bloody well don't want to do that so that you can go off and have a nighty night shag. She really is taking over his life, isn't she? Lily started her rounds at the usual snogging spots. She slowly made her way up to the more unused corridor.

"Lily!" Snape called from down a dark corridor. That's not creepy at all.

"You shouldn't be out past curfew," Lily sneered. He rolled his eyes at her.

"You do it all the time with your man-whore Potter."

"Excuse me?" Lily gasped. The AUDACITY of this arsehole.

"Come off it Lily, everyone knows you two are fucking. Even his slut of a girlfriend thinks so," Snape informed her cruelly.

"Snape I want you to piss off and get over yourself," Lily said. She glared at him.

"Oh ho ho. What do we have here? A lovers spat?" Mulciber drawled from the shadows. Lily glared at him.
"You can piss off too," Lily spat. Bellatrix laughed madly behind her. Fuck where is my wand, where the shit is my wand? Not good, very not good.

"Oh I'm sure the mudblood slut goes down on her knees for everyone," Avery added, his wand held loosely in his grip. Lily was beginning to feel trapped.

"I'm sure Snape, she wouldn't even get down for you," Regulus Black chimed in. Oh fuck, oh fuckity fuck fuck. Her chances of escaping safely had dwindled down and she still hadn't found her wand.

"Make her," Bellatrix commanded, looking directly at Snape. Lily glared.

"Fuck off you twats. Leave me the bloody hell alone," Lily growled. She tried to wandlessly cast a shield charm when she saw Snape raising his wand. He conjured ropes to wrap around her and force her on her knees. Bellatrix clapped like an insane child.

"Slice her mudblood veins open, show your loyalty to the Dark Lord," Avery commanded. Lily looked at Regulus, he was her best shot at getting out of here. He didn't meet her eyes but his hands were slightly shaky. Lily moved her gaze to Snape. Something in his eyes hardened and he cried out "Sectumsempra!"