princess serenity, hbic. (mikipinku) wrote,
@ 2011-07-22 00:00:00

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Entry tags:	character: lily potter, sort: 25 flavors, type: meme

25 flavors . lily potter

lily b. potter;
happy	angry	sad	concerned	scared
crying	giddy	crush	regret	innocent
betrayed	baby	best friend	focused	traumatized
wary	drunk	flustered	bitchy	maternal love
first year	love	breaking secrecy statutes	realization	marlie

11; betrayed

"'Morning, Severus!" Lily chirped.

She didn't ask before plopping down on the bench beside her friend, there at the end of the Slytherin table. Her crimson and gold was a stark contrast to all of the green and silver, but that couldn't have bothered her less. She had been sitting in the same spot at the end of her enemy house table every morning for four years now, so long that even the most stuck-up members of Severus' house didn't bother staring menacingly at her anymore. She wasn't welcome, of course she'd never be that, but she was begrudingly accepted at least.

Or, well, she had been.

It didn't take long for Lily to notice that their little end of the table, usually clear of others by about four feet, was more populated this morning. Much more populated. She looked away from Severus to meet the sneering faces of Grayson Wilkes, Orpheus Travers, Evan Rosier, and a couple of other Slytherin males she didn't quite recognize. They each gave her a steely, disugsted glare and her brow furrowed in response.

She didn't know that Severus was friends with these boys--and she was surprised, actually. These particular Slytherins ceretainly did not have the best reputations in the school, but Severus was so kind, so pleasant. Since when did they talk to him?

It was just then that Lily noticed that her friend hadn't said a word to her since she had sat down. She looked back to him, staring intently into the wood grain of the table, face obscured by stringy black hair. "Severus?"

"I think you should---go away, Evans."

Although it seemed strained, she was taken aback by the harshness in his voice. And since when did he call her Evans? She turned back to the other boys, who smiled approvingly at her friend, and waited. Waited for this to make sense, for him to crack that smile she knew so well and tell her he was just kidding. But nothing came, and the silence was like a hot slap in the face.

She didn't need any more invitation to sling her bag over her shoulder and make her way quickly out of the Great Hall, mind reeling with every step. What had just happened?

12; baby

"AAAAAAAUGH WHERE THE HELL IS HE, WHERE IS MY HUSBAND, HE--SHIT, FUCK, MERLIN'S BALLS, AAAAH--okay, okay, I--WHERE IS JAMES, WHY IS HE STILL NOT HERE!?"

The group of eight or so Healers that were crowded around Lily's bed jumped back simultaneously at her last sentence, except for one. Naija Patil stood calm as calm could be beside the laboring mother and continued to run the tests she was in the middle of, speaking in a serene voice to Lily, who was growing more and more angry and frantic by the second. "Mrs. Potter, if you'll just calm down, I'm sure Healer Potter is around here somewhere, he's on call tonight," she said, before turning and motioning angrily at the interns standing around her. Her look (private and only for them) was fierce and clearly sent a message of their impending deaths if they didn't rush off and find James right away.

Naija had no more idea where Potter was than his wife, to tell the truth, but she hardly thought Lily needed any more stress than she already had put on her. Oi, she really might kill those interns if they didn't find him, though, she never liked having a baby when the father was absent. Especially when the mother was acting as batshit insane as Lily Potter was about it.

Lily screamed out in pain once more, causing a healer passing by to jump nearly out of their skin and--aaaahhahah this was not even funny, the first thing--FIRST THING--she had thought upon going into labor was that it was great timing because James was at work and they could just get him, but she'd been here for like, two freaking hours and he was nowhere to be seen and she was going to kill him for that and for how fucking much this hurt and AAAAAH SHE WAS GOING TO CASTRATE HIM TOO. NEVER. AGAIN.

Just as that thought ended and Lily had about begun to make plans to wrestle her wand from her Healer (oh, she would. She would.), a messy-haired figure came sliding into the room, looking even more tossled than usual (if it was possible) and wearing a shocked and slightly dazed look on his face.

...what had she been saying again?

15; traumatized

"Lily, please come to bed."

The voice pierced the darkness of the small family room, illuminated only by a softly fading fire in the mantle. Lily Potter sat opposite the dying flames, knees pulled tightly to her chest and lips pressed into a thin line. To an outside viewer, her dead-set gaze on the fireplace could have been mistaken for mesmerization... but it was certainly not that. Truthfully, she wasn't sure her dead, tired eyes were even seeing what was going on in front of her anymore, much less who was calling to her from the doorway.

Her skin tingled as she felt the presence in the room approaching her. Before she could think to react, fear gripped her heart and the muscles in her arms clenched around her legs, her whole body tensing up at once.

"GET AWAY!"

The voice, forceful but laced with terror, seemed so foreign that she could not tell if it had come from her own mouth or not.

But she didn't care. She did not care. No one was allowed to come near her, because she would not do this again. After all that had happened, it had become clear that she could never know who was a friend... and who was really an enemy, laying in wait under cover of someone she loved. She would not do this again.

She could not go through losing her parents again.

The hand of her husband, barely an inch from perching on her shoulder, froze. The shock in the air was palpable enough to ooze through the cloudy walls of Lily's self-defense, but she did not turn around to see who she had snapped at this time.

"Go away."

17; drunk

"Yes! Sign right here! No--no, here--or, hahah Merlin, um--aaah forget it, you look like a smart guy, just--just sign somewhere!"

Bottom of her shirt pulled out in front of her and forming one blurry mess of black-and-white in front of her vision, Lily couldn't help but giggle as the finger she was trying to point with found nowhere to set itself. The man in front of her with marker in hand looked just as amused as she was, but probably for other reasons than her wavering vision. He was forgotten, however, as another shot glass was set in front of her by an equally giggling Elizabeth Fortescue, and all Lily's attention was on the drink in question (which she downed just as quickly as she had the last five... ten... sixteen? Ahahahha, well, anyway, it'd been a long night!).

She smacked it down on the bar in victory, feeling the potent liquid rush through her and straight to her brain. For the first few there had been that weird buzz feeling in her head, but now that was gone and each one was more like a punch to her already failing awareness. But it was okay, it was her hen party, she could drink as much as she wanted and--ahahah, but they'd all been drinking a lot and haaa they were going to have to get a room to collapse in, there was no way anyone was going to Apparate and--

---"WHAT THE--aahaha, MARLIE, don't SCARE ME LIKE--SHIT!"

Lily wasn't sure what happened between spinning around to see Marlie and Gillian showing the next guy towards her shirt and being dumped unceremoniously on the floor, but it didn't matter because it was so fucking hilarious. Everyone in the bar was staring at her and there was probably a loooong black mark across her back, but Lily didn't mind.

She wouldn't remember in the morning anyway.

18; flustered

Frigid hail and snow or not, to Lily Evans it was the prefect day to be out in Diagon Alley. The Gryffindor rocked back and forth on her heels in uncharacteristic anticipation as she stood in the line outside of Flourish and Blott's along with what must have been five hundred other girls and women of all ages and social classes. All had one thing in common, a book tucked tightly under their arm like a precious treasure--and to most of them, there could not possibly be a treasure moreso.

The line jerked forward a few feet and Lily hadn't realized how cold she actually had been until the warming spells overcame her past the threshold. She was quite hot now, actually, and thought for a second of shedding her coat, until she was distracted by a series of flashes up ahead.Cursing her short stature, she rose up to her tiptoes and attempted to see past the heads of the tall set of chatty women in front of her and--oh Merlin! It was--!

Lily had limited vision with all of the fans crowded into the tiny bookstore, but that golden hair meters up ahead of her and that pristine smile and--it was Gilderoy Lockhart, in person and right up there and ohgodtheywereinthesameroomthiswasthemostamazingthingever! Really, to think that she was just meters away from meeting her favorite author and, beyond that, absolute standard of perfection in a man, it was mind-blowing really, and she was so blushing, oh gosh, that was the extra warmth that she was feeling now, uggh but he was so gorgeous and the line was moving up further now and he was definitely going to laugh at her for acting like such a silly little girl, but she couldn't help it because it was--

--"I--I--sorry, I--Hi, Mister Lockhart."

20; maternal love

"Sssh, baby, come on--Harry, sssh..."

Lily's soft coo's and rocking of the tiny boy did nothing to quell the loud cries that filled the nursery, and the whole house. Her eyes were rimmed with red and bloodshot and she was ready to collapse, but none of that right now had anything to do with the fact that she'd been sitting in the same position for three hours straight, now at four in the morning, trying to calm down her very loud and fussing baby. She just--she wanted to cry, to see him flailing around like this in her arms restlessly and screaming because each shrill note reminded her that he was in pain and every degree of heat that his little body transferred into her's was killing her just a little.

It had just been a stupid little cold, they had been taking him for a walk in Godric's Hollow to see the Christmas lights--he loved to stare at the twinkling colors watch the designs they made for hours on end--and it had gotten later than they had realized and... He had a sneeze the next day, but they had decided to let it pass, but all of a sudden tonight that little sneeze had exploded into a fever of 102 and Mungo's was so backed up this time of year, the earliest they could get him for a real appointment was at least a week away and with James there, they had just gotten him some potions and...

"Harry, Harry, Harry..."

It was like a mantra for Lily more than anything by now, she had been sitting here with so long. Merlin, they thought they had been doing so well, he had never had a problem, never gotten a bug--but now Christmas, and he had a fever and it wasn't as bad as it could be, but he was in pain and she was so fucking scared and she felt a worse guilt than she ever imagined possible. How had they not realized how late it was? What kind of parents didn't think about how maybe their five-month-old probably couldn't handle a full half-hour, even as bundled up as he had been? What parents put his having fun above his health?

She knew that was nothing like what it had been like, but each question was another stab of guilt in her gut and Lily had to take a deep breath, possibly the millionth of the night, to stop herself. Harry didn't need her to start sobbing too, he needed her to be there and to be Mummy and take care of him even though she only had to now because she hadn't taken care of him. That was what this was this parenting thing was about, taking care of your child, and Lily was determined to sit here and take care of Harry for days if she had to.

"Harry, Harry... Sssh..."

23; p.y.o.; breaking secrecy statutes

"James!" Lily hissed from the doorway of her room. She stamped her foot on the ground, but it didn't seem to compel her boyfriend in the least to pay attention to her. "James Randall Potter, get back here right this second!"

He flashed her a mischievous smile over his shoulder. "What's the matter, Lils? Come on, it'll be fun!"

Lily's eyes widened in disbelief at his casual tone. How did he get off with this sort of behavior, how did he think this was okay to play pranks on---well of course Vernon deserved it, but---Muggle! He was a Muggle and he didn't know anything and James was! He!

This was not funny!

By the time that Lily finished her mental rant, the mischief maker in question was already advancing to the landing of the stairs, overlooking the small living room where her sister and her new husband were having tea. Lily's eyes widened in horror as she watched her boyfriend raise his wand and point it towards the kitchen counter, where a tray of cupcakes laid, set out in the pristine, meticulous fashion signature of Petunia. With a swift flick, he had three of them floating in the air, behind her sister's head--another flick, and they sped through the air, straight at Vernon's puffy red face.

"NO!"

Lily abandoned her position at the door and bounded down the steps to the landing all in one movement, thrusting her wand out beside James' and shouting out an incantation. It had been the wrong one, she realized a moment too late, as she heard a loud, rather squishy BOOM!

Her eyes turned to lock gazes with Vernon, icing and cake obscuring all of his face but for his eyes, giving him the impression of someone who was about to faint.

"LILY BREENA EVANS!" Petunia's horrified screech came as she spun around to rage at her, frozen there like a statue with her wand out in front of her still. Beside her, James was on the floor in a fit of hysterics.

Oh, she was going to kill him when this was over.

24; p.y.o.; realization

Thud.

Bom-bom... bom-bom... bom-bom...

The sound of her heavy heartbeat in her own ears, that's all she could hear. The collapse of the body just before that had tuned Lily Potter out of whatever sick reality she was standing in now, her back pressed against the wall next to the staircase and tears rolling down her cheeks. And--

Swoosh...

Tap. Tap. Tap.

That dark cloak, as she squeezed her eyes shut she could imagine him turning around, the torn edges of the fabric rushing for a split second so gently over his lifeless face. His lifeless face which just minutes ago had stared into her own with eyes lit up love and mischief, and now must be frozen wide in shock. No... Lily couldn't imagine him having died so stunned like that, like he didn't know what was coming. No, what was frozen in his eyes was probably bravery, defiance, fierce determination--this picture, at least, was the one she would keep in her head, that she would imagine from this day on and she would tell everyone had been there. If she made it, that was, if she made it out of this house and--

--Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

That shrill cry snapped Lily's eyes wide open and she stared down the hall and into the softly lit room from whence it came.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She could not stand here paralyzed and cry. There was no use in imagining him so valiantly if she did not honor his sacrifice.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There was no use in imagining him if she did not make her own now. It was her turn, now, to do what James would have wanted her to do.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He was gone, and there was no turning back. She could only run forwards, towards that nursery, towards her crying son, her crying son who must at all costs live past this night to finish what his parents had started.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

As she took up Harry's tiny body in her arms and clutched him to her chest, time was no longer standing still. She stumbled forward as the door behind her came off its hinges, and as the dust cleared, turned around to look into the pale face of the man who had now taken away all the good in her life--all but one, single, frightened baby. He wasn't going to take him too.

"Hello, Lily."

She knew what she had to do.

25; p.y.o.; marlie

"She's glaring at me."

"Lily, cut it out, I'd be glaring at you too if you kept staring at me like that."

Lily turned to her best friend and gave her a look of exasperation. "No, Liz! She's like, really glaring at me. Just--look, she's--" She shook her head, her look turning to one of desperation. "She knows. She knows and now she's glaring at me."

Liz rolled her eyes, setting down her quill and looking up from her Potions essay. "She does not know. How could she possibly know?"

"I don't know," Lily admitted reluctantly. Despite her better judgement, she turned over her shoulder again, gaze traveling across the Library and straight into the eyes of Marlene McKinnon. Oh, shit---Quickly, she turned back to her homework, acting as if she hadn't seen her. Unconvincingly. "She knows. It's in her eyes, Liz, she knows. James must have told her."

Her friend snorted. "Unless he wanted to suddenly start living life without his man-parts in place, James certainly did not tell Marlie."

"Tell me what?"

The two girls must have jumped a foot in the air as the voice of Marlene McKinnon sounded from behind them. Lily spun around, smiling tightly. "Nothing!" she replied quickly, her voice coming out about ten times more tense than she had intended it to. "Did you need something, Marle---Marlie?"

Marlie rose a suspicious eyebrow at the redhead and frowned, and for a long moment Lily wondered if she was going to be jumped and clawed to death. "Yeah, I do."

Oh Merlin, James had told her, and now she was going to kill her. Lily knew she wouldn't even have waited this long if it had been her boyfriend that Marlie had been messing around with--not that this wasn't a sort of slow torture, trying to figure out she was going to meet her end. She had to fight off a cringe as Marlie opened her mouth, taking a step towards her, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh---

"I was wondering if you'd let me borrow your Charms notes."

Lily's eyes widened. "What?"

"Uh, your Charms notes? I've been trying to get your attention for like the past fifteen minutes."

Lily let out a loud breath. Oh god.

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