Written In the Stars (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does!

"So he really got Beaters position," Tsubaki said the following  evening in the joint-common room the four houses shared for  inter-mingling. Tsubaki, Lucy and Lily were seated on the plush brown  sofas relishing the warmth the fire gave them. Although it was almost  the middle of September, the fireplaces were on and was providing them  heat.

"Yeah, something like that," replied Lily absentmindedly.

"He must be really good," Lucy chimed in, "maybe, your love story won't be so tragic after all!"

Tsubaki  glared at Lucy and she immediately shut her mouth. Tsubaki had quickly  informed Lucy of what had happened between Lily and Lysander on the  train but not enough to make her deem Lily's love story as tragic.

"Honestly,  Lucy, use your brain. If Lily and Scamander are on the same team, far  less the same position they'll rip each other's heads out!"

"Can  we stop talking about, Scamander? Both of you are already giving me  headaches with all your useless bickering," Lily said. She got up from  the couch and dragged her stuff to a table, where she pulled out her  Care of Magical Creatures textbook and started reading the assigned  passage on living fungus.

As if they got the message, Tsubaki and  Lucy trailed behind her and also pulled out their homework. Since they  both were taking two classes less than her their workload was not as  tremendous as hers. Tsubaki and Lucy both agreed that Lily balancing so  much classes with Quidditch practice was impossible. But they didn't  understand that while Lily had felt the brunt of her actions last year,  she wasn't going to let the amount of N.E.W.T. lessons she was taking  stop her from being on the Quidditch team. She'd done it once before, so  why couldn't she do it again?

After about an hour passed Lucy was the one to break the overbearing silence, "Lily, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, 'kay?"

"You meant every word of it, Lucy," she snapped.

"Fine,  you're right. It was selfish of me to say something like that to you  but I'm not completely going to give up on hope on you and Lysander,"  Lucy said.

Those memories. The ones Lily had kept on telling herself didn't matter anymore. But they did. And the gnawing question of, what happened? Did  too. In any way Lily tried to look at her past, Lysander had been right  beside her, even before Tsubaki. She had to let go her whole past just  to let Lysander go, and she couldn't do that.

"Lucy, that's enough." Tsubaki said tersely.

"No, aren't you curious, Lily?"

"Not  the slightest, Lucy, that's why I'm currently wasting my brain cells  thinking of ways to shut you up without sending you to Madame Pomfrey's,  while trying to find ways to communicate with that jerk if he  is selected as Beater. Because, um, I don't know, maybe I tried asking  him and he flat out told me that those memories of us being kids means nothing to him," Lily sarcastically responded.

"He... he said that?" Lucy asked, she looked completely stunned.

Lucy  sat back down in her seat and her fists curled into the fabric of her  skirt. Tsubaki and Lily watched her but didn't say anything, "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that, I'm really sorry."

Lily got up from her seat and tapped her cousin on the head. "You're forgiven."

She was beginning to walk away when she heard Lucy murmur, "He sounds like he's broken."

Broken, yeah, definitely broken.

oOo

The  next day had conveniently been Saturday and the first trip to  Hogsmeade. Since petitioning for more Hogsmeade days served as the basis  for most discussions for the Prefects, Head Boy and Head Girl, it had  gotten passed in an attempt to raise interest in studies. And so far it  was working.