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James Potter is an arrogant toerag (prongsed) wrote in the_recruitment,
@ 2012-03-06 00:18:00

Entry tags:

! 03/1977, ! log, ! thread, char: james potter, char: lily evans, char: severus snape

Who: Lily, James, and Severus
What: Lily's return
Where: Hospital Wing
When: Backdated to the 1^st of March
Status: Incomplete log with subsequent threading
Rating: PG

I’m a mistake. Bits and pieces seemed to jump in Lily’s mind as she wrestled with the dark. I’m a Mudblood. That terrible cackle was always in the back of her mind and it caused her to shift restlessly in her delirium. While she wasn’t aware of anything going on around her, she was still moving, shifting, and crying out. The whole incident kept playing over in her mind and she began to wonder if she was trapped in some kind of terrible outer plane where she was just tortured over and over again. There was Bellatrix, cutting her hair away, carving the words in her arms, shouting that terrible curse…

“Please… please…” The words were said out loud as she tossed her head from side to side.

This time, instead of the insistent laugh, she heard something else. It sounded strange, as if they were speaking underwater. But she could still make out the voices and they sounded familiar. Her brows furrowed together as she tried to concentrate on the voices as if they were her life line.

“Madam Pomfrey, why can’t I stay? Snivellus gets to!” Snivellus… She knew that voice. The more she concentrated on it, the more she came to realize the things happening around her. She wasn’t lying on the cold floor, but it was soft…warm. And someone was holding onto her hand. Her fingers lightly tightened around the hand and she felt as if she were trying to run through a thick stew. She knew where she had to go, but it felt like a struggle to get there. She almost gave up, but knew she couldn’t stay where she was, always reliving that day…

Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked. It was so bright. She moaned, the sound echoing through her head and causing her head to explode.

“Merlin I feel terrible.”

Fingers tightened exponentially for a minute before they quickly loosened and he was leaning over her, running his other hand down her face and helping her to come out of it with a whispered 'Lily, it's okay; you're safe.'

James's indignant whining in the background caused Severus to almost flinch, but he was determined to direct his full attention to Lily as she was coming out of it. The hospital wing was fairly empty except for Lily and the two boys, with Madam Pomfrey busying about trying to get Potter to calm down and leave, but the other boy wasn't having it.

"Look, I'll clean out your jars and things for a whole week!" James pleaded, following on Madam Pomfrey's heels as she went over to check on her young ward. When she noted that Lily seemed to be coming out of it, she went over to Lily's free side and started preparing Pepper Up as well as some blood replenishing potions and something for the pain that the poor girl would no doubt feel in her arms and head.

"There now Miss Evans, let's get you awake and taking some potions, dear." She gave Severus a gentle look, prompting the boy to lean back but not let go of Lily's hand. Madam Pomfrey then wiped at Lily's forehead with a cool flannel and felt around for any other injuries, while trying to gently waken the girl.

James watched with contempt as Severus didn't let go of Lily's hand, but then his gaze flickered back down to Lily and he kept his mouth shut, leaning from behind the Healer in the hopes that Lily would catch a glimpse of him first.

“I don’t want anything.” No, she really didn’t. She wanted to sleep, but ones without dreams and without thinking about what had happened. But really… what had happened? Now that she was awake she couldn’t quite place what she had been thinking about, just this strange sense of dread. She recognized the voice of Madam Pomfrey and she looked around. Her eyes seemed to follow her voice, shaking her head in response to taking any potions. She knew the ones that were meant for her would taste terrible and her mouth felt dry enough as it was.

Her head turned to the side and saw Severus sitting by her side, her hand in his. “Severus…” She smiled and reached out to touch his face, but she caught sight of her arms. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the word scrawled across it. Trash. How did that get there? Who had put it there? She gingerly touched the word, finding that it wasn’t just written there, but scrawled.

“Dear Merlin, what happened?” Her eyes turned once again to Severus, a look of panic in her eyes. She turned to look at Pomfrey as well when she saw James standing right behind her. Her eyes grew even wider when she saw him. Him and Severus in the same room? She glanced between the two, wondering if they were actually able to be civil.

“Why am I here?” she asked slowly. She had a notion, an idea, but every time she tried to think of it, it seemed to slip from her grasp. She felt this knot start to work its way into her stomach and she wished this was just another dream to wake up from. This time she would wake up in her own bed in the Gryffindor girls dorm, Molly throwing things at her curtains to wake her up. Please let it be a dream, please let it be a dream. She shut her eyes again as if that action would make it so.

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prongsed
2012-03-07 03:37 pm UTC (link)

Before his rival could get in a word to Lily, James popped round to the other side of Lily's sick bed and stared intensely at her; there was no trace of pity or disgust, just hot anger at the ones who did this to her. He didn't realise how close he was kneeling beside Snape because right now, all that mattered was Lily.

"Lily, you were kidnapped from Hogsmeade when we —" James stopped abruptly and glanced over at the Slytherin that was sitting a little too close for comfort, suddenly feeling self-conscious about their date. He raised himself a little taller [as much as one could while kneeling down] and turned back to Lily with a different angle.

"By the looks of it, you were attacked by some purist tossers who didn't know when to bloody quit!" Madam Pomfrey gave him a dangerous look with the accompanied 'Mr Potter', to which James smiled awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair, a habit that tended to calm him. He looked appropriately sheepish for a moment until he returned to his careful study of Lily. The mutilation of her beautiful hair drove a hot knife into his gut that made him feel a new wave of deep-seated anger. It took all of his willpower not to act on it upon his usual, and very convenient, target sitting nearby.

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doed
2012-03-08 07:28 am UTC (link)

Lily frowned, trying to think back to the Hogsmeade weekend. She remembered going to Madam Puddifoot's with James and being surprised that he had offered to take her there. She hadn't been sure if he was even still interested in her, that maybe he had asked just to get her to stop following them. But they had had a good time. At least she believed so. There was a bit of awkwardness all around, but he had still joked around and flirted with her. It was almost nice to get back to the old way.

But after that, things got a little fuzzy. She remembered meeting up with Avery, to talk about the new list going around the school. They had gone out for a walk and...She shook her head.

"I can't really remember," she said slowly, looking up at James. "I remember going to Madam Puddifoot's and then meeting up with Avery, but that's it." She shook her head, closing her eyes again. "I'm sorry, I don't remember..." Why couldn't she remember? She squeezed her eyes tighter, as if that would help bring the memories back. But being fully aware of her surroundings now, she could only pick up the varying noises around her and the people who were standing around her bed. She sighed, opening her eyes again.

"How long was I go?" she asked, her voice quiet. "And who took me?"

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severusnape
2012-03-09 03:08 pm UTC (link)

Severus watched the interaction with a quirked brow, pointedly leaning a bit away from Potter as he rushed over to Lily's side. His own hand never left Lily's, though, so that when he leaned forward, he placed a light kiss on the back of it and felt himself do a little mental cheer when Potter stiffened up next to him.

"Don't worry yourself too much, Lily. If you feel that you can't go on, no one is pressuring you." Severus shot a dangerous look at Potter who was glaring right back, before turning to Lily and softening his gaze.

"What matters is that you seem to be in decent shape, despite this." A hand waved to the marks on her arm that she'd observed earlier. "And I'm sure even those can be handled. Madam Pomfrey is an expert, after all." He saw the Healer smile a little as she finished up her work and turned to leave the students alone.

When Lily questioned who her kidnappers were, he couldn't help but tense up a little, clutching on a little more tightly to her hand as he steeled his features, completely ignoring the dark look that he was getting from James beside him who looked like he wanted to blurt it out.

"Your kidnappers are... they'll be dealt with. All I can say is that you should not rise to future bait in journals. They may seem innocuous on paper, but in reality, these people are hardly fit to be played with. They live life dangerously and do not mind dragging anyone else for the ride."

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doed
2012-03-10 07:32 am UTC (link)

She felt like her attention was being pulled both ways and she didn't want to make either one of the boys feel neglected or that she was favoring one over the other. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that they were in the same room. She looked at Severus as she felt his lips brush against her hand and smiled at him, giving his hand a little squeeze, reassuring him she was here and alright.

She felt herself relax a little at Severus' insisting. She wanted to remember, she did, but it felt like running up against a brick wall. She looked back down at her arms and shook her head. She wished she had some kind of long sleeve shirt to put on. It was embarrassing and disturbing to look at.

She sighed, the truth coming out. "I know," she said, her head hanging low. "It's all my fault. I should just know when I need to shut my mouth." It was a hard lesson to learn, but one she would need to get through her head.

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