Chapter Twenty Four - The Evans' House

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Wow, this is a long one too xD enjoy guys! Please remember to comment any suggestions. Thank you :)

Oh and it's my birthday in about 5 days on the 3rd of September. 16 years old omfg.

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Lily would have gladly packed up her stuff and moved back to the Gryffindor common room but she knew Dumbledore would never say yes without asking awkward questions.

            The rest of the week leading up to Friday went oddly fast. One moment she was just waking up and dreading having to see James. He tried several times to talk to her but eventually gave up after Lily continuously ignored him. And then the next moment it was Friday and she was packing to go to her parents’ house. She panicked, rushing around the room trying to find stuff she needed to take. After chucking everything possible into her trunk, Lily hauled it into the Heads common room.

“Well, I’m going.” She said stiffly to James, who was sitting on the couch. It was the first time in says she had said a single word to him. “Could you please organise the Prefect’s while I’m away?”

“Lily –,” he tried.

“I should be back by Monday but tell them that rounds resume as usual.” Lily continued, ignoring him.

“Lily, are you sure you’re going to be okay?” James said before she could say anything else.

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll be quite fine.” She replied, sending him a dirty look.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” James asked quietly.

Lily laughed bitterly. “No thank you. I think you’ve ruined enough.” James hung his head. “Plus, I think I might talk to Dumbledore about moving back to the Gryffindor tower.”

“But I-I’ll hardly be able to see you!” James blurted out.

“That’s the point.” Lily said rudely. James sunk onto the couch ad held his head in his hands. Lily could’ve sworn she saw his shoulders shaking. He couldn’t be crying? He caused this. So why did she feel so guilty? Well, he really was trying to fix things... But he created this mess in the first place. She sat down in the chair opposite him.

“What I don’t understand,” Lily said slowly and carefully, “is if you l-loved me, then why did you do that in the first place?”

“I don’t know. I was an idiot. I was angry. I was an angry idiot. I knew you hated her and I just...” James said awkwardly.

“Thanks, that’s very reassuring.” Lily said sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” James whispered, but he didn’t elaborate any further. They sat their silently, looking anywhere but at each other.

She wasn’t very close to forgiving him but at least they could talk civilly. If she had it her way, she would go back and prevent the fight or even just forgive him now. But how was she supposed to trust him? Lily couldn’t even explain the feeling she got when she saw James with that girl. It was like torture. All she felt was betrayal and loss and anger and loneliness.

“I have to go,” Lily said, getting up slowly, “I think it’s best if you just stay here.” She told him. He nodded, standing up too. As Lily walked to the portrait hole, James caught her wrist.

“Just promise me one thing.” He said, standing inches away from her. Lily remained silent so James continued. “Write to me. At least one, Lily, please. I-I need you.” He said in a low voice.

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