Lily Evans

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

*Lily's POV:*

       I remember walking out of Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore reassuring me he'll come around. And me watching Harry stride down the stairs past me without a single glance back. When I think about it I can only think of all the ways it could have been said differently, or how I could have acted differently.

       I called after him when I'd gotten back onto the corridor, but he continued as if I didn't exist. When I climbed through the portrait hole Hermione sprang up from an armchair closer to the door, I could tell she'd been sitting there ever since I left. "Where's Harry?" Was all I said to her at first. She glanced back at the door to the boy's dormitories, "He, well, he kind of stormed through without saying anything. I tried to call after him - but he just carried on up to the dormitory." I sighed, he would have to talk to me eventually, all I could hope was over time he'd come around, like Dumbledore said. "Do you think he'll tell Ron?" Hermione asked, voicing the question that had literally just come into my head too.

       "We normally tell each other everything to do with this kind of stuff..." I knew what she was thinking, and desperately wanted to say so I made it easier for her. "You can tell Ron if you want. I'd prefer you than Harry." Hermione immediately looked relieved and then we sat down on a sofa so I could tell her about the meeting.

*****

       Harry kept up his 'ignoring me' act at breakfast as well. Hermione tried hopelessly to get him to talk to me, or at least talk but he merely answered in grunts to everything she said. After a while I got a bit frustrated. Sure, I lied, kind of, but it's not exactly something one just casually brings up in conversation, like "Oh, I forgot to mention; I'm actually from the future. And I've read all the books about your life story, they're great!" I think Harry just needs to get over it in order to look at the bigger picture - Voldemort! This is my battle too now, and whether he likes it or not, Dumbledore intends for me to be helping Harry every step of the way. I confronted Harry at lunch, thinking sadly about how Harry had been trying to do the same to me just yesterday, and how I had been the one avoiding him.

       He was just going out of the portrait hole with his books when I blocked his path. "You're avoiding me." I said simply. Harry raised his eyebrows behind his jet black fringe and fired back quickly: "Oh, really? I wonder why that would be?" His voice was cold and nothing like it used to be when he talked to me, it was more like how he spoke towards Umbridge. That thought is what made me snap. "Oh get over yourself Harry! Have you not noticed that Hermione is acting nothing as childish as you, and she found out last night as well? Or that I am here to help you, which you are currently making extremely difficult, so just grow up and move on, it's happened, and try as you might by pretending I don't exist, you can't change that."

       Harry paused for a second, apparently speechless, but then narrowed his eyes and spoke again in his cold voice, "I don't want help from a creep like you. You who's been hanging around me for months knowing everything about me, things I don't even know. When you said you knew about that kiss between me and Cho, do you not realize how creepy that was? Or when you pretend to be interested in what I'm saying when actually you know it all anyway, because you've been obsessively reading about my life in your spare time. So just leave me alone, creep." Words came at me like knives, piercing my body, my heart. Was that really what he thought? What everyone thought? I'm some sort of freakish fan girl trying to forge friendships I'd been dreaming about for years.

*****

       There were only three more days after that before we left, Dumbledore told me I'd be going with them to the Burrow. On the second night I was asleep in the girl's dormitory when loads of yelling suddenly started from the common room. I, along with all the other girls in the room, quickly fell out of bed and down the steps to see what was going on.