𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 (𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺)

[6]

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Lily was just laying in her bed, one of her favorite songs playing, the headphones not letting anyone to hear, but her.

She bought the walkman that summer, while she lost her time into the muggle London.

She remembered some of aunt Petunia's old cassettes playing while she was knitting in the living-room; Lily just had to buy that walkman, along with a bunch of muggle cassette tapes. When she managed to arrive into Diagon Alley, she also bought some of the songs she heard at the Weasleys and at school.

Enchanting the walkman to work into magic places was the thing that kept her distracted from crying most of the summer and when she had finally managed to fix the thing, she let herself drown in a bunch of muggle and wizarding songs.

And this particular muggle song wasn't getting out of her head.

There's too much smoke to see it
There's too much broke to feel this

She had been broken after all, but who was that we she would think about whenever she listened to that song.

Well, I love you, I love you
And all of your pieces

Lily once loved someone, but she loved him, past tense. Maybe she wasn't over Will after all?

There's too much smoke to see it
There's too much broke to feel this

She still cried herself to sleep on the nights she wouldn't take the potion, but was it because of him?

Well, I love you, I love you
And all of your pieces

'I love you...and all of your pieces...' Lily muttered softly and changed the cassette tape to Dirty Paws.

'Lils?' Hermione's voice broke through the little space the redhead let between the curtains of her bed.

'Mione?' she said, stopping the cassette and taking off her headphones.

Hermione peered through her curtains and a little light emerged from the window beside the bed.

'Aren't you going to do anything? It's a Sunday after all.'

'I don't know, Hermione, looks like my whole spirit flew through the window,' she mumbled, putting the walkman in the bag beside her bed.

'You can always go and watch the Gryffindor Quidditch practice, Ginny said she could use some advice now that the best we ever had seeker decided to leave her team,' Hermione offered with a smile.

'Sounds like a good distraction,' Lily muttered and surrounded her bed, stopping in front of her trunk.

She pulled out her old Gryffindor Quidditch jumper she honestly adored. She ran her fingers on the on the 6 letters that formed her name P o t t e r and 07, the number that proved she was once the seeker of her Quidditch team.

Hermione left as the redhead put on the jumper, knowing that old memories would fill her whole; like that time when she broke her hand and Lockhart tried to heal it, but instead all of her arm bones vanished, or that time Draco and his buffoons tried to scare her with their Dementor costume.