Jily Oneshots

You'll Be Ok

Lily

My life was pretty good. Head girl duties were going well. My friends and I didn't have any drama going on. Grades were fine. Oh, and to top it all off, James and I had been dating for several months. That probably made everything a million times better. But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. 

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The day started off like any other. James and I walked to the great hall and sat with our friends. We all laughed and talked the entirety of breakfast. Mail came in with the now daily reports of muggles and muggleborns dying. It dampened the mood a bit. Then we went to Charms. Charms class is where everything came tumbling down. 

We were reviewing the Patronus charm for our NEWTs and tiny professor Flitwick was trying to control the chaos. However, it all stopped when the door opened and professor McGonagall walked in and said very curtly, "I'm sorry professor, but I need to see Ms. Evans please."

I looked at my friends and they didn't seem to know anything either. Bewildered, confused, and thinking about everything I did since I came to Hogwarts, I left and followed professor McGonagall. We walked to her office and on the way there I noticed that her lips were pursed and she looked a little pale. She opened the door and motioned for me to sit down in front of her desk. "Professor, what's going on?" I asked. 

She looked at me and sighed, "Ms. Evans, you know about the Death Eater attacks on muggle and muggleborn families correct?"

"Yes professor, there seems to be a new attack everyday," I replied not liking where this conversation was going.

"Ms. Evans, " she paused and I willed myself to stay seated and not sprint out the door, "I'm deeply sorry, but I just got a letter from the ministry. Your parents have been killed by Death Eaters."

My breathing seemed to stop, maybe I was hyperventilating, maybe not. The only thing I could do was stare at the older witch who's eyes shown with sympathy. My stare then moved to my lap. I willed my self to ask the few questions I had before I collapsed into tears. "Is my sister ok?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Your sister was with her fiance at the time and remains unharmed. She has been notified as well."

"Has there been any mention of a funeral?" I asked while swallowing the lump in my throat.  

Professor McGonagall replied slowly, "I believe your sister has started planning it. The only other thing I know is that Dumbledore will allow you to go home for a week for the funeral and to sort out your parents' wills."

"Ok," I replied with a hollow voice, feeling the tears starting to form. 

"Lily," I looked up, McGonagall never called anyone by their first name, "whatever you need, my office is always open," I nodded mutely, "I would also suggest leaning on your friends and Mr. Potter during this time and let them help you through it."

"Thank you, professor. I should probably go now," I said as I stood up and all but sprinted out the door, running away from the office where everything crashed down. I ran all the way to my room in the heads' dorm, locked the door, and started to sob. 

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I don't know how long I stayed in there sobbing, maybe I fell asleep at some point, because I was woken up by a light knock on my door. "Lily, you in there?" I hear James say.

"Yeah," I reply as I sat up, my voice sounded scratchy from all the crying. 

"Can I come in?" he asked.

I moved to the door and unlocked it. When it opened I was faced with James Potter looking at me with concern in his hazel eyes. I didn't say anything, I just opened my arms for a hug. "Oh Lily," I hear as he wraps his strong arms around me and my second round of crying starts. He just lets my cry into his jumper, probably saturating it, and doesn't let me go. "Lils, what happened?" he asked gently. 

I turn to look up at him and he just looks worried about me. I move away and go to sit on my bed. When I turn around he's awkwardly standing at the door, "Um...can I come in?" he asked sheepishly. Him being such a gentleman makes me smile a bit and nod, but as quickly as it came, it drops back to a frown. 

"So, what was your conversation with McGonagall about?" he asked lightly as he sat on the bed next to me and put his arm around me, "But if you don't want to talk about it, I'm fine to just sit here in silence with you, you don't have to say anything."

I stay silent for a few minutes, but then McGonagall's words come back into my head, "I would also suggest leaning on your friends and Mr. Potter during this time and let them help you through it." With that in mind, I gulp and say, "My parents are dead."

That was the first time I said it aloud and it made it feel so much more real that I wanted to take it back. "Oh," was James's only reply as he held me tighter.

But now that I actually said it out loud, my mouth had no filter anymore, "I'll never get to make cookies with my mom again. Or work in the garden with her. My dad and I can't ever go hiking together. He won't be there to walk me down the aisle at my wedding," I was on a roll now and determined to get it all out before my voice broke, "I won't be able to hear their laughs or see their smiles again. I'll never feel them hug me. And," my voice finally broke into a whisper, "I'll never get to say 'I love you" or hear them say it ever again," I really didn't want to cry a third time, but I did. 

James said nothing, he just continued to hold me while I cried. We stayed like that until my tears subsided and then he finally spoke, "Lils, I'm not going to pretend I understand what it's like. I'm not because I can't fathom it. However, I do know that your parents will still be there. I know they aren't physically here, but what I mean is that they'll never really be gone because you will always hold them in your heart," he paused for a minute,"There is also one more thing I know," I looked up at him and we locked eyes, "I know that you will get through this. I know this because you are hands down one of the strongest and most resilient people I have ever known. And I know that you'll be ok. Maybe not now, maybe not for a month, maybe not even for a year. But I know that you will get through it and be ok." When he finished saying that, he kissed my on the forehead and starting rubbing my back comfortingly. 

"Thank you, James," I replied with every bit of sincerity I had. 

"Anytime," he said, continuing to hold me. 

I felt myself drifting off to sleep, with my final thought of, "I will be ok because I am the luckiest girl in the world because of James Potter."

A/N: I really love James Potter everyone. So sorry I haven't done anything in awhile. Somehow this has over 100 reads! Thank y'all I never thought it would have 10! Thank you so much for reading. If there are any prompts that you want to request, comment and I will try to do them.