Turbulence

Chapter Twenty Eight - St Mungos

Here's another update. Sorry I took so long! Anyway, enjoy. We're close to the end now xxx

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Dumbledore met them outside St Mungos and assisted them inside. Lily had never been to St Mungos before and she had a feeling she wasn't going to enjoy it. They walked up to the reception desk and waited in line. Lily was getting impatient. No way in hell was she waiting any longer.

She charged up the line, ignoring all the complaints from the other waiters. She slammed her fist onto the desk, scaring the receptionist.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait in line, miss." Said the women. She wasn't much older than Lily by the look of her.

"I'm afraid that I will be doing no such thing," she retorted calmly. "James Potter was recently submitted here. I would appreciate it if you could tell me where he is." Lily demanded.

"I understand, miss, but these people are wishing to visit their friends or loved-ones too." The women said quietly.

"That's all very well but -," Lily said, choking up again. "But I just came back from a battle with some Death Eaters, my boyfriend just got hit with an unknown curse, I don't know if he is alive - or - or dead, and I'm in no mood to argue." Lily finished. The receptionist studied Lily for a moment, and then sighed. She checked her files.

"Spell Damage. Fourth floor. Third ward of the right." The woman said.

"Thank you." Lily said exasperatedly. She motioned for her parents to follow her. Dumbledore had left them once they were inside so now it was the three of them.

Lily made her way through St Mungos, pushing past people. They finally ascended the stairs to the fourth floor and pushed into the third ward on the right. James' wars was a private ward, only he occupied it. There was a single bed in the middle of a pretty nice looking room.

He was still out cold though, a Healer bending over him and checking his temperature. She left as soon she saw Lily storm in. Lily sat in the seat next to James and rested her head on his arm. Silent tears streamed down her face. She lifted her head and kissed his forehead.

"I'm so sorry," Lily sniffed. "This was all my fault." Her mum and dad stood beside her, watching silently. Mrs Evans put a comforting hand on Lily's shoulder.

"You guys can go if you want to. I'll be fine by myself. I'd like a little time with him, if that's okay." Lily tried to say it as kindly as she could, but she still felt like she was being rude - they did come all this way with her to see James.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Mrs Evans asked. Lily nodded, wiped a tear away and hugged her parents. Mr Evans gave Lily one last kiss on the head and left, leaving Lily and James alone.

She sat back down on the chair and held her head in her hands. If she had just listened to Petunia and not gone to the wedding, the Death Eaters wouldn't have followed them and they wouldn't be in this position.

The ache in Lily's heart remained as she remembered all the memories with James. She held his hand and brought it to her lips as a fresh tear dripped of her nose. She remembered the other time, earlier this year, when James had saved her from the Slytherin's. How he had carried her in his arms all the way back to the school. She remembered countless times they had fallen asleep together and all the times they had snuggled in front of the fire.

She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, James cold hand still in hers. He looked so pale and fragile, laying their like a crumpled leaf. Lily was reminded once again that it was her fault. She fell asleep as she watched James' chest rise and fall slowly, a small comfort that he was still alive.