"So, ready to tango?" James asked with a glint in his eye Lily couldn't quite identify.
"Yeah, sure – actually, James, wait. We need to talk."
"Oh, Lily, surely you can't be breaking up with me already!"
"James!" Lily hit him again, and was prepared to do it again and again; because even though she was opposed to physical violence on principle, it was literally the only thing that worked on James. "Shut up. Can't you take this seriously, just for once?"
"Is something wrong, Lils? Is it Snape? Did he... do something?"
"No, James, nothing's wrong. And it isn't Snape. It's you, actually."
Lily stared at the ground, at her hands, out the window; at anything that wasn't James's sympathetic gaze. She simply couldn't take it right now.
"Lily..." he began hesitantly. Lily looked still further away and snapped, "don't!". The illusion that she was somewhere within the lines of okay was kept up until James tentatively wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know."
Lily let out a bitter laugh. "Of course you didn't know, you couldn't have! I haven't told anybody. Do you really think that I want people to know that the Ministry isn't even trying to find...
So my name is Delilah Lamora but everyone calls me Dee so you can too. Im 15 with red hair and blue eyes I'm 5'4 and have pale skin oh and did I mention I'm a witch and I am currently about to arrive at a train station to go to Hogwarts school of magic.
Dee's P.O.V "Mum.......mum..........MUM THE TRAINS ABOUT TO LEAVE!" "Oh thats right honey um heres your bags and your money put that in your bag honey-" "ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN TO HOGWARTS" "Mum I have to go now" "Okay bye honey don't forget to brush your teeth and give me a hug and do your homework and-" "Bye mum" she waved and my little sister jumped...
The rest September passed pretty much without incident for the Marauders – a disrupted class here, a minor prank there – and they were itching to do something more, to remind the entire school who they were, and show off to the firsties, many of whom had heard stories from their older siblings. Well, Sirius, Remus and Peter were. James, on the other hand, was unwilling to risk the wary friendship he and Lily now had with something as immature as switching around equipment in the Potions supply closet. There was also the matter of his Head Boy-ship – to be quite honest, the...
They stood like that for the longest time, James resting his chin on Lily's forehead, holding her, trying to wordlessly communicate so many things that could never be said aloud, at least not yet, not while she was this vulnerable, not while the both of them were still finding their footing as seventh-years. But one day they would be said, James promised himself, one day before graduation he would tell her all those things he'd been dying to say ever since Christmas of sixth year. It had been then, as he watched her kiss some Ravenclaw under a bough of mistletoe and wished harder...
"Not classily beautiful, but with strong heavy features that lingered in the mind, when the faces of other young girls blended together."
This is just an idea - its still in progress so check back regularly :) I had the idea to chronicle Bellatrix's decent into madness using her sexual encounters. Very mature rating with themes of rape and violence! They will be in form of about 20 short drabbles.
Here we goooooo
Bellatrix Black: Walnut, 12¾", dragon heartstring
1st) Bellatrix blinked back the tears that had formed in her eyes as Rosier shrugged on his robes and quickly excited the room. Laius Rosier was an old friend of her fathers whom had just given her the first glass of firewiskey she had ever had. She hadn’t liked it,...