Love Last Fall

part 6

The cowardice of Peter Pettigrew hurt not only because he chose safety over friendship, but also because of the atrocity he was becoming.

A mole. A spy who was now clueless that none other than Lily Evans, the pride of the magical school, knew.

Lily's head pounding in pain, she walked the hundreds of steps towards the astronomy tower to clear her mind. She reached to touch the back of her head and found blood smeared all over her hand.

Ofcourse he wasn't smart enough to hit her with something that wouldn't leave marks and injuries, she thought to herself, cursing the crude boy she had once called her friend.

Finally, the melancholy view from the balcony of the astronomy tower came in sight as she stared at the stars and galaxies that gave the night sky it's beauty. It was a full moon and unlike the carefree stars that danced and sang when they pleased, it shone with responsibility.

The same responsibility that now nagged at Lily as she stood there, motionless and aware of everything that she had, and all that she would lose.

She had to tell the others and most importantly, tell James about everything she'd learned the previous day. Yet could not bring herself to do so. She loved when he was as carefree as the stars and would bare the moons responsibility as long as it took just to see him smile.

But making selfish decisions was not something that Lily could afford. Time was ticking, and every second of every day was as precious as the fading memories she had of a time where time did not matter.

"Lily?" A deep lovely voice called her name just as he did in her dreams. Not the ugly kind. The beautiful ones she had sometimes of a paradise that seemed far now. Too far.

His eyes were wide as he came running towards her in his deer pyjamas, a worried and relieved expression mixing on his face.

She studied him. What was the matter? Why did he react as though he had seen a ghost?

"Where have you been? We were searching for you for the past week and no news whatsoever. Dear God, Lily what happened to- shit-" He rambled, hysteric with anxiety and worry.

James's eyes trailed to her head as his mouth widened and he picked her up in his arms, whispering things she could no longer hear because the lights of the stars had blurred, her head spun, and she was once again peaceful and unconscious.

However this time, not limp across the cold floor, but in the warm arms of James Potter.

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She had woken up in the hospital, a bandage tied severely to her head and a chestnut haired boy, sitting and looking at her with a deep concentration, as if begging her to open her eyes.

It had not occurred to her that she might have been missing for more than a day. Her injury was so bad that she slept for a week in some dusty dark room with Peter, internally screaming at himself in anticipation that he'd killed her.

But Lily was alive. Alive and feeling the creeping feeling of anxiety overwhelm her once more.

James's face lit up at seeing her enchanting eyes open and the perfect smile of hers looking up at him in wonder.

"Saints," He breathed, holding onto her hand and squeezing it just as they had in the great hall when the news of the werewolf attacks spread. "Lily I was so worried, who did this to you?" He was angry now, determined to hear a name slip from her lips so he would know exactly who to hurt.

He didn't know how to fight but he would do anything for Lily. Besides, he already had some hexes running in circles in his mind.

The lights breeze from the open window blew on her messy hair as she turned her head to the side, away from him so she didn't have to see his fuming face. This was the moment he would find out. The moment she had been dreading.

"James," She breathed heavily, closing her eyes in pain of what she was about to admit.

A moment of silence. Enough for James to stand up and begin pacing just like Peter had when she was tied to that damn chair.

"Who the fuck did this to you Lily?" He said rather calmly. It unnerved her.

"It was Peter. Peter Pettigrew. James I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," She looked at him in the eyes now, seeing layers of anger wash over his calm demanour.

He stayed quiet for a moment and the next was reaching for his coat.

"He will be sorry that he ever layed a hand on you," He was about to leave but Lily grabbed his arm, pleading him not to go. "Are you bloody serious?" He snapped, making her heart dent a little.

"James will you fucking listen to me for a second?"

And so she had explained everything she knew about Peter, everything she knew about the prophecy. Everything she knew about their baby. She spilled everything onto his plate without a single hesitation because keeping that burden to herself was eating away at her soul every passing second.