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Chappie 49: Trevor, Emia, and Hope for Reconciliation
Peter Pettigrew grinned as a black owl flew
towards the
Peter-
Meeting
tonight.
Peter gulped. He remembered when
he had been late to the last meeting, Voldemort had performed the Cruciatus
Curse upon him…it felt like everything in Peter’s body was burning. It was so unbelievably painful. The meetings
were always held a couple feet into the
Later, at the Meeting-
The Hogwarts students piled in, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs,
Gryffindors…a little bit of everyone.
Voldemort stood in a black shroud in the center of the students and
spoke. “One of my members has been
trying to defy me. I am afraid that this
can not be tolerated. I brought him here
tonight to show you all what happens when I am defied.”
With that, he motioned with his hand, beckoning his two lackeys, who
carried out a man. A young man, he
couldn’t have been a day over 26, and he looked very frightened. Peter gasped quietly when he realized that
there was something very familiar about this boy. Emia and Avia were very visible in the young
man’s face…he had the same blue eyes, the same sculpted cheekbones. This was their brother. This was the brother that was supposed to be
being protected by Emia and Avia’s parents in
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Emia yawned as she looked up from her schoolbooks in late May. School would be getting out in a month, and
she could not wait for another summer with Aunt Brunhilda. She also was ecstatic at the thought of
seeing Avia again. Emia had still not
heard a response from her parents for the letter she sent a month ago. Helena sent it, she knew that much, and
Helena was back two weeks later. It must have been
quite an exhausting distance for the weary bird. Emia’s thoughts drifted to Hogwarts, as they
so often did, and she began to think about Sirius and Avia…how much she missed
them both. And Lily…poor Lily, Emia
could not believe she broke up with James. That was just unbelievable to Emia;
those two were always so perfect. But
then, even perfection has a flaw of some sort.
While Emia drifted in her thoughts, a pecking sound came from her
window. An owl was out there, looking
utterly feeble and exhausted. She
quickly opened the window, attended to the owl, and ripped open the scroll.
Emia, dear-
Of course you may go home. You will spend this summer with your Aunt
Brunhilda as you did last summer, and you can have a chance to hang around with
your sister before school starts. Well,
that was the good news. As you know, we
asked you and Avia to come to
Love and Support-
Mum and Dad
Emia sighed as the she leaned back on her bed. She was never terribly close with Trevor, her
brother, but that doesn’t mean she wanted him dead. She never approved when he first joined in
with Voldemort, and she was not surprised in the least that he had received
retribution from Voldemort for being traitorous. After all, Voldemort killed millions, why
should he mind killing one of his own?
But then her thoughts drifted to the good news…she was going back to
Hogwarts!
Emia quickly reached for some parchment and ink, and jotted out a
letter to Avia and Lily.
Hey you two!
Guess who’s joining you fall
semester of our seventh year? I’m so
excited; I’ve missed you both so much.
I’ll spend the summer with Aunt Brunhilda like last summer, but then
I’ll go back to Hogwarts with Avie. And
Avie, Mum and Dad gave me permission, but they also had some bad news. You-Know-Who got to Trevor…Mum and Dad think he’s probably dead. I’m sorry, Avie…I can’t help
feeling like we knew it was coming though.
Write me back…
Love Emia
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Lily and Avia squealed excitedly as they read through Emia’s letter
again. Avia was sad about Trevor, but
Trevor’s fate was expected, and the happiness she felt for the return of her
twin overcame any sorrow she felt for her brother.
A knock was heard on the girls’ door as they continued to squeal. Lily composed herself enough to answer it and
Sirius was waiting patiently.
“What’s all the fuss about?” he asked curiously.
“Emia’s coming! She’s coming
back to Hogwarts for seventh year!” Avia screamed excitedly.
Sirius’ face lit up with a smile.
“That’s great!”
James noticed Sirius up at the girls’ dorms, and decided to go up
himself to see what everyone was so happy about.
“What’s going on?” James asked Sirius in the girls’ doorway.
Avia repeated what she had said to Sirius, but Lily’s happiness was
dampened somewhat when she noticed James in the doorway.
“Oh, it’s you,” Lily said curtly.
“Yeah, who were you expecting?” James asked in a similar snide tone.
“Honestly, you two,” Avia said with a sigh, throwing Emia’s letter onto
her bed. “You guys can’t even be in a
room together without arguing! It’s so
irritating and immature!”
Lily’s famous redheaded temper flared up at her best friend, and she
said, “Avie, if we’re so annoying, why do you bother to listen?! You COULD
leave!”
Avia looked shocked at the audacity of Lily, and walked towards the
doorway. Standing in the doorway, she
turned slowly and said, “I guess I will.”
Sirius turned towards Lily. “You
didn’t have to be rude, you know. This
is between you and James, and Avia and I shouldn’t have to listen to both of your
crap all the time!”
Sirius also left, leaving a murderous James facing a tempestuous Lily
in the girls’ dorm.
“Well, what did you go and do THAT for?!” James yelled, pointing at the
doorway.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, and furthermore, they shouldn’t
have to listen if they don’t want to. If
yelling it was the only way to get the message across, so be it.”
“But it wasn’t the only way, you could have politely asked,” James
protested.
“Yes, if you wanted to be politely SHOT DOWN,” Lily said with
irritation, sitting down on her bed.
Lily pretended to be absorbed in a Witch Weekly, silently hoping that
James would just leave. But he did not. James, instead, made himself comfortable on
Emia’s old bed, stretching out and laying down.
When Lily could simply take the silence no longer, her head shot up and
she asked brusquely, “Why are you still here?”
“Well, why shouldn’t I still be?”
“It’s a GIRLS dorm.”
“That’s never stopped me before,” James said with a grin, stretching
out on the comforter.
Lily sighed, and laid back on her comforter as well, staring at the
ceiling. After a few minutes of terse
silence, she decided to venture a comment. “James…”
“What?” he asked in a bored drawl.
“Why are we always so rude to each other?”
“Can you see two people that were in a relationship like ours was, and
having it end the way it did, ever being civil again? Honestly?”
Lily closed her eyes in thought, and then replied, “Well it’s been hard
for both of us, but I think with some work on our relationship we could be
friends again.”
James thought about what Frank had told him a month ago, and finally
realized what Frank had meant that day when he had said, “Sure, you say that now, since the scars are still fresh, but I can
guarantee you that in a couple of months you’ll change your tune. She’s already taken quite a toll on you, I
can tell. You haven’t shaved in heaven
only knows how long, and you’re just not the James you used to be.” He
wasn’t the James he used to be, and that was all because of Lily. He missed her, she was his everything. Life without her wasn’t complete, and if she
even dangled the possibility of another relationship in his face for a split
second, you could bet that he would jump at the chance. James was desperate,
desperate to have her back with him again.
James replied slowly. “Lily, I
don’t want to be your friend.”
Lily’s eyes clouded over with anger and she snapped, “Why not?”
“I can’t accept anything less than a real relationship from you, I’m
sorry,” James said softly, before walking quietly out of Lily’s dorm and
shutting the door.
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James Potter sighed as the Hogwarts Express continued its long ride
back to Platform 9 ¾. James was sitting
alone in a compartment, while Sirius, Remus, Avia and Lily were in
another. James wanted time to think and
he really couldn’t stand to be in a room with Lily anymore. Honestly, he preferred open hostility from
Lily to the sad, wistful looks that he received whenever he walked into a room
with her in it. It was bloody
irritating. He didn’t want her feeling
sorry for him; all he had wanted was to establish that he wanted a real relationship
from her. James would be going to spend
the summer with the Blacks, they had always been kind to James when he needed
support, especially after what happened two summers ago.
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James sat in the guest room in the Blacks’ house sometime in early
July, just enjoying the summer vacation and sleeping in. He burrowed deeper under the sheets, enjoying
the feeling of the warm sun poring through the window, mixed with the cool air
conditioning. A pecking sound began at
his window, and he groaned as he got up to figure out what was happening. An insistent, beautiful snowy owl was
impatiently pecking on the glass, a very familiar owl to James.
“Hermia?” he asked incredulously as he opened the window and took the
letter from the owl.
He opened the letter which had James
Blake Potter in Lily’s impeccable cursive on the front. Hardly daring to believe his luck, heart
racing, James opened the letter.
James-
Hi.
I don’t really know what to
say…I’m writing this at around
With Love that I’m hoping you’ll
Return-
Lily
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