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Chapter Six

As the first half of October drew to a close, Quidditch became a topic of interest as the first match of the season, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff, approached. There was none of the corridor violence that preceded Gryffindor-Slytherin (or Ravenclaw-Slytherin, oder Hufflepuff-Slytherin) matches, but Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors who found themselves in the same class that last week before the game didn't much speak to each other. Seeing as it was the first game of the season, the Ravenclaws and Slytherins didn't really have anything against either team, except for the normal rivalry between...

Chapter Two

James flopped down Weiter to Sirius with a sigh. ”For Merlin's sake, how does she do it?”
After six years, the Marauders knew not to interrupt when James started going on and on (and on) about Lily. “I mean, I didn't think it was possible for her to be Mehr attractive than she was last Jahr – remember last year?” The Marauders nodded. “Yeah, well, Merlin knows it's about twice that now. I mean, she's just kind of grown into herself a little, yeah? And – and – I could go on all Tag –“
“Please don't, mate,” Sirius said, effectively stopping James' rant. The not...

Chapter Four

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 Zeigen 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...

Chapter Eight

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 Du didn't know, Du couldn't have! I haven't told anybody. Do Du really think that I want people to know that the Ministry isn't even trying to find...

Chapter One

Lily knew that her seventh and final Jahr at Hogwarts was going to be the hardest yet. Not only was she just getting over the death of her parents in early March, but she had the N.E.W.T's coming up – and to add to all the stress of it, she had been chosen as Head Girl. She had tried to decline the position, politely of course, but Professor Dumbledore would hear nothing of it. The phrase he used in his last letter still made her smile when she thought of it: ”There is no other girl in the seventh Jahr that I would entrust this position to, due to certain special circumstances...

Delicate Lips

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From the first time Isabella saw Bellatrix she knew things wouldn't be quite the same. The night was still young and Isabella was still Schreiben a letter Von the soft glow of a candle. She put down the quill (her letter being at its end) and carried...

Chapter Seven

The party was loud and generally confusing, as Marauder parties are wont to be – and it was a Marauder party, no doubt about it, even though it bore the Titel 'after-party'. The Victorious Quidditch match of half an Stunde Vor was merely an excuse, for the Marauders hadn't had one yet that year.

Lily had spent many a fourth, fifth and sixth-year night up in her dormitory, trying desperately to block out the noise rising from the Common Room so that she could possibly, just maybe, get some studying done. The nights always ended in the same way: around one, maybe two am, she'd go...