Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

A New Bond

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Lily

Lysander and Camilla? Since when? Why did they hide it? Were all those fights just a show? 

Wait... am I upset? 

No! 

I'm just mad that they hid it from me.

"Lily?" I was startled in my divination class by Camilla and she cocked her brows at my reaction. She was always observant of my energy which was always comforting till now. 

"You-"

"Hmm?"

"Lysander..."

"Yeah?" I jumped again at his voice behind me.

"Whoa, Lil!" Camilla cupped my face and Lysander gasped as well.

She wiped my cold face and I realized I was crying.

"What is it?" Lysander turned me to him. I'd never imagined Lysander hiding anything from me. Even when we fought, we bickered, we ate at each other all the time, we were honest with each other. He was always so protective of me, that after Dad, James, and Albus, I thought he was the only guy who was the most attentive to me. Mum loved Lysander and so many times teased me about him being so attentive to me.

I was hung up on Craig so much that it felt as if I would cheat if I acknowledged Mum's teasing. Now, that Lysander had come to my notice after that dance at the ball and the confession about his apprenticeship and then that apology... I was hurt. I was hurt that it felt like I had someone's attention and I mistook that kindness as a romantic interest. Maybe I was vulnerable after Craig or I thought too highly of myself.

In moments like these, I looked at the world and wondered if I let my fame get to me. 

"Excuse me..." I gulped, got up, and walked away. They didn't follow past the door of the classroom. I went to Aunt Jenna's office and she seemed unconcerned at first till I knew she was seeing the tears on my face.

"What is it?" She gasped, coming to me.

"I'm... I'm feeling funny."

"Oh..." She helped me sit down, calming my nerves. I had this sad condition of panic attacks. They came during bad moments such as this and since it was a muggle disease, I couldn't cure it with magic, "Look at me. It's okay. You're okay."

"I... I'm so sad." I hiccuped and she squeezed my hands. So warm. She was building heat in my skin and it was helpful.

"Is it him? Craig?" She murmured.

I shook my head.

"Tell me." She offered.

"I... I think... I think I broke my own heart." My sob grew and while my panic had subsided, my heart was hurting. I couldn't excuse myself by saying that I'd always loved him, I couldn't be that person who was shattered by losing his unwavering interest. I was just sad that I realized it so late.

"Oh, darling." She combed my hair back, "Sometimes, it's never too late."

"What if he is someone else's? I can't take him away."

She looked down, and then back up with a sad smile.

"Sorry, honey."

I nodded.

"Should I ask Ginny to come up? Or Harry?"

"No, No. It's not that big of a deal." She grazed my cheek and I chuckled.