lilynoelle

No one went to the church this early in the morning. Marin could never understand why it was kept unlocked, but as long as it had stood – a good two hundred years or more – it had never been disturbed. Still, with the city growing and crime swelling with it, she wondered if it were still the safe haven of her childhood. She slipped through the heavy doors, which complained of her waking them at such an hour by groaning loudly. "Shhh!" Marin hissed, glancing around herself before stepping over the threshold. "I don't want anyone to know I'm here." Why she was talking to a door, Marin wasn't quite certain, but she was unusually unea

It was odd, really, how a truly joyous moment could run parallel with so much pain.  This was what Severus was feeling as he rested, half dreaming, in his bed.  Visions of red-hair and green eyes filled his gloomy room with light; the silence was broken only by the memory of Lily’s voice. Lily was practically unobtainable, Severus knew.  She was all light and loveliness in a world so filled with darkness and despair.  And Severus - he was just a lonely-born child of darkness who saw demons where others saw angels.  Even in his child’s mind he was struggling to make sense of a world that terrified him. He had, it must be admitted,

Winter had been mild; fog swirled in the corners of fields and the edges of houses.  In Lily's old neighborhood, peeling paint and broken fences had taken the place of neat hedgerows.  She stepped out of her parent's home into the cold, dark afternoon. Pushing her long red hair out of her eyes, she squinted against the mist and looked at the old house across the lawn. Spinner's End.  She shivered.  She had come home for her father's funeral, and she didn't plan on staying more than a night.  Being in her home had been little comfort to her, as Petunia had organized the memorial and isolated her as much as possible.  Her mother had died a year

The night was only mid-way through and Severus was long-past ready to go home.  He was tired of the endless chatter around him, tired of his eyes refusing not to look over at Lily, and particularly tired of seeing James next to her.  In fact, the exhaustion of the night, along with a summer's worth of harrowing stress had taken its toll.  Tears threatened behind his dark almond eyes.   Lost in his thoughts, he jumped when he felt an icy hand touch his own. "Good grief, Bellatrix, you scared the hell out of me," he said as her bejeweled fingers rested calmly on his arm.   Bellatrix grinned,

To anyone watching, if they were watching, Hermione appeared to be walking alone: a sad and chilly figure layered in a woolen sweater and scarf, her hands shoved in her pockets, a crease on her brow.  What any non-magical person was unable to see was the tiny elf at her side, his long ears barely reaching her knees.  Fogg wore an intense and confident look on his small face; Hermione’s was wary and slightly scared. “What exactly are you going to do?” she finally asked, after walking twenty minutes in the cold. Fog stopped walking and tilted his head.   “Fogg sees his mistress doubts him,” he sai

XXXIV Lucie woke up many hours later, when the last hour of sunlight poured through the windows like honey, sticky and warm.  She had been having dreams, dark dreams, and while she could not remember what they were, she was left with a bitter feeling inside her stomach.  She headed downstairs, muscles tight and sore, to get a glass of water.  On her way down the stairs, Lucie untied the new wings and set them down. Amalia was out, but she had left Lucie a plate of cut fruit, mint, and cheese.  Lucie chewed on some mint leaves, but her stomach was still in knots.  She wasn't sure what had happened on the beach.  Had her magic not worked?  Di

Severus sat in St. Mungo’s chilly waiting room, face hidden in a veil of black hair. His mind felt as though it were unraveling – tendrils of his brain unlacing and twisting out of his skull and into some dark void where light could not reach.  He was dizzy, shaken. His mother was dying and he couldn’t save her. Lily was unreachable – and even if he could reach her, would she want to speak with him? He doubted it. He felt blindly for the wand in his coat-pocket. For the first time in his life, he felt the uselessness of magic.  How could it help him out of this? The doctor, a perky fellow named Rossmire Russ,