Disclaimer- For all of the Midsummer Chapters,
I will say, “I do not own Shakespeare.”
Lily and James’ lines in Part II were from the beginning scene of
“Midsummer Night’s Dream” with Duke Theseus and his future wife Hippolyta. Puck’s lines at the end of this chapter are
the ending lines to “Midsummer Night’s Dream” with…well…Puck.
“
Not a soul in sight…
City’s looking like a Ghost Town,
On a moonless summer night…
Raindrops on the Windshield,
There’s a Storm moving in,
He’s heading back from somewhere…
That he never Should
have Been.
And the Thunder Rolls…
And the Thunder Rolls.
Every light is burning,
In a house across town…
She’s pacing by the telephone,
In her faded flannel gown…
Asking for a miracle,
Hoping she’s not right,
Praying it’s the weather
That’s kept him out all night.
And the Thunder Rolls…
And the Thunder Rolls.
The Thunder Rolls,
And the Lightnin’ Strikes,
Another love grows Cold,
On a sleepless night!
As the storm blows on,
Out of control…
Deep in her heart…
The Thunder Rolls.
She’s waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive…
She rushes out to hold him,
Thankful he’s alive.
But on the wind and the rain,
A strange new perfume blows…
And the lightning flashes in her eyes,
And he knows that she knows…
And the Thunder Rolls…
And the Thunder Rolls.
The Thunder Rolls,
And the Lightnin’ Strikes,
Another love grows Cold,
On a sleepless night!
As the storm blows on,
Out of control…
Deep in her Heart…
The Thunder Rolls.
She runs back down the hallway,
Pull the bedroom door,
She reaches for the pistol,
Kept within the dresser drawer…
She tells the lady in the mirror,
“He won’t do this again.”
‘Cause tonight will be the last time
She’ll Wonder
Where He’s Been!”
(Garth Brooks- “Thunder Rolls”)
B/A/N- I know the song is hella long, but it’s so appropriate for this
chapter that I had to put it in. I hope
you like this chapter; this is one of my favorite ones that I have written.
Chappie 33- Midsummer
Night’s Dream Part III
Lily and James danced happily around the floor together to the Eagles. All too soon, the record was over. Lily could hear the crackle of the player, as it played nothing. James furrowed his brow, and
stepped over to the LOSS. “Uh, mum, you can stop it now.”
No answer. Instead, Lily felt an icy hand grasp her heart. “Oh no.” she said quietly.
James looked at her with concern. She took his hand, and started running for the entrance hall.
The guests looked bewildered, and James yelled back to them, “We’re going to have to end this early, please…um…forgive us for this, but um…go home!”
Lily didn’t stop running, down staircases, through secret passages, until she stopped in the entrance hall, on the bottom story. Mrs. Potter was staring stone-faced at Mr. Potter on the top story, and neither noticed Lily or James standing morosely in the shadows.
“Where have you been?” Emilia had asked with a shudder. She knew the answer. She could smell it. When she went to hug Thomas as he apparated into the kitchen, she caught the scent of him. It wasn’t his usual smell of peppermint, oh no. This was flowery…like cheap Chanel impersonation. And Mrs. Potter was a Seer, how much proof did she need? Emilia had just looked at him in the eye with utter disappointment, and then had run for the Great Hall of the Manor, with the rope she always kept in the pantry.
Thomas was bewildered. How did she know? He had made sure to spritz some of his normal cologne on before leaving Madame Velousa. He hadn’t wanted to cheat on his lovely wife…he loved her to the depths of his soul. But he was bored. Emilia bored him…she was always aloof and unhappy. And he didn’t have the patience for a woman like that.
Thomas Potter waited impatiently in the kitchen for Emilia to come back. When twenty minutes elapsed, he followed the direction she had gone.
Emilia was tying the rope around the antique chandelier. She was carefully forming a noose, as if she had practiced this for years. She knew what she was going to do, and she had not an ounce of fear in her eyes. Thomas watched her from the bottom floor, and then realized that he should try to stop her. He had run up the staircase, shouting her name.
Emilia Potter paid no heed to Thomas, but instead looked at the two new forms that had arrived on the bottom floor. Lily and James, her mind thought sadly. She would miss them, but she was prepared for them. She gave a caring smile to them both, and mouthed “I love you” to her son.
Emilia then threw down a white flower that was in the pocket of her apron at Lily’s feet. Lily picked it up and examined it quickly. A white lily…
Mrs. Potter drew in a breath, elevating her head, and slowly, deliberately slipping the noose around her neck. With a last quick smile to Lily and James, she took the final plunge. James’ grip tightened on Lily’s hand, and he felt the tears spill over his cheeks. “Mum,” he said with a sob, as Emilia Potter hung limp from the great antique chandelier. Mr. Potter stood in shock, but quickly took his coat and left. Probably back to his whore.
Lily slowly led James back into the Dance Hall, away from the ghostly appearance of his mother. Puck was still in the hall, and he seemed to know exactly what had happened. Despite James’ requests, Emia, Avia, Sirius, and Remus had lingered. (They had all taken their masks off) They saw James’ tear-stricken face, and somehow, they knew. The Potters, the perfect family, were now broken. His father wasn’t satisfied with his wonderful but frail mother, and his mother took it out on herself. James would never again see Emilia’s smiling face, or see her in her bathrobe as she took the Daily Prophet from their owl. He would only see her gaunt face and limp body, hanging from the antique chandelier.
Puck bravely stepped up to the microphone, and said words that none of our characters would ever forget.
“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here…
While these visions did appear.
And the weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
With that, Puck disapparated, and James began to cry harder. The entire group was sobbing together, and all of them forgot their issues or fights…they needed to be together now.
B/A/N- Please review this one, I really want
to know what you think.