Disclaimer: I'm not JKR (shocked?) and I don't own anything Harry Potter. The idea for this story came from "Forget You" by Jennifer Echols, which I similarly don't own. So all props go to those people.
Forget Me Not
Part One: Night
"Lily? Have you been listening to a word I've said?"
Lily Evans turned towards her exasperated friend, blinking in surprise. "Of course," she lied. "Something about a victory party?" It was a safe guess, considering the big Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match tomorrow. It was all anybody was talking about.
Lily, however, had been too busy thinking of ways to dump her current boyfriend. A fellow seventh year in Ravenclaw, he was a nice enough bloke, but her interest in him had been dwindling for quite some time now. She was a young thing of seventeen, after all. Who wanted to be tied down at seventeen?
"Well you never answered my question," Marlene said. They turned a corner and continued walking down the corridor towards the Gryffindor Common Room. "Do you need me to help you sneak in Davis?"
Lily wrinkled her nose at the mention of her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend's name. "That's hardly necessary, seeing as we'll be broken up by then."
Marlene stopped abruptly, staring at her with wide eyes. "But- you- broken up?" Lily nodded, amused at her reaction. "Lily Evans! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
The redhead shrugged. "I just now decided it."
"Blimey," said Marlene. "I thought you guys had a great relationship."
"Maybe, but things have been off with us for a while now. In fact, I've barely seen him all week."
They finally arrived at the Fat Lady. "Well, I never liked him much anyway," Marlene admitted. "He doesn't care about you enough."
Lily tried to hide her surprise. How long had Marlene been secretly thinking that? The serious look on her face said since the very beginning. While it was true that Davis wasn't the ideal boyfriend, she'd always thought that he'd cared about her. Perhaps Marlene had seen something in him that she hadn't.
Realizing that they had been standing immobile in front of a rather impatient Fat Lady, Lily opened her mouth to relay the password, but before she could utter a syllable, the portrait swung open and she had to jump back to avoid getting smacked in the face.
"Ruddy hell! Sorry about that!" A tall, messy-haired boy had emerged, looking sheepish until his eyes landed on Lily. "Oh," he said flatly, "hi, Evans."
"Potter," Lily nodded, equally disinterested, but he had already turned to go down the corridor. She climbed into the Common Room after Marlene, feeling a bit irritated, even though she had no right to feel that way. Potter had given up on her years ago. They hadn't had a non-Heads-related conversation since fifth year. In fact, Lily was pretty sure that he hated her.
She trudged up the stairs to her dormitory, shaking all thoughts of James Potter from her head.
Lily was in a bad mood.
She didn't care that she was at the most exciting Quidditch game of the year, or that her team was slaughtering their opponents. All she wanted to do was sit in a corner and glare, and if one more person jostled her, so help her Merlin she'd-
"Blimey! Did you see that? Sometimes I forget how ruddy brilliant a Chaser James is!" Marlene exclaimed.
Lily sniffed and tightened the red and gold scarf dangling from her neck. Typical Potter, making even her best friend hypnotized by him. Wasn't it enough to have the entire school eating out of the palm of his hand? Personally, she didn't see the appeal. Sure, he was good-looking in that dashing, dangerous sort of way, and he was charming enough to con Dumbledore into appointing him Head Boy, but other than that he was nothing special. She tried repeating this to herself as he scored yet another goal for Gryffindor.
If she was being honest, her bad mood had less to do with the annoyances of Potter and everything to do with the disappearance of her boyfriend. She hadn't seen even a glance of him since yesterday and it was driving her crazy. How was she supposed to break up with him if he never showed his face?
She squinted in the direction of the Ravenclaw stands, but the cluster of people blended together to form one uniform blob. Just as she was raking her eyes down the stands for a third time, the crowd gave a deafening roar and the stands shook as the entire Gryffindor section jumped up and down with enthusiasm.
"We won! We won!"
"Victory for Gryffindor!"
Marlene grabbed her hand. "Let's go down to the field to congratulate them!"
"What? Marlene!" Protestations aside, Lily found herself being dragged through the throngs of celebrating Gryffindors and onto the lush green field where a crowd had already gathered around the winning Quidditch Team. Sure enough, Marlene had managed to push her way into the circle of people around Potter.
"James," she gushed, "you were brilliant!"
Potter grinned and ruffled his hair a bit as Marlene recounted her favorite parts of the match. Lily tried valiantly not to roll her eyes. Instead, she focused her efforts on scanning the crowd. This was getting ridiculous, she decided.
"So how about you, Evans? Did you come to congratulate me?"
Lily whipped her head around to glare at Potter, who was grinning condescendingly at her. Honestly, she had no time for this! "No, not really."
His eyes darkened. "I figured as much. Uptight little shrews never know how to have fun."
She had a feeling he wasn't referring to her refusal to say congratulations anymore. Lily bit her lip, suddenly feeling like crying of all things! Since when did she care what James Potter thought about her?
"Congratulations," she said dully. "I'm going to go find my boyfriend."
She turned to leave, ignoring the derisive sound Potter made at her parting comment. She walked over to a familiar group of Ravenclaws, Davis's friends, and forced a smile. "Do you know where Davis is?"
They shook their heads at her, casting her sympathetic glances. This threw her off. Why did they look like they felt sorry for her? Was it possible that they had heard Potter call her a shrew? She glanced over her shoulder at the Head Boy. No, they were too far away to have heard that.
"Er, well, thanks." Lily nodded at them and continued on through the crowd, which was quickly thinning out, as everybody was eager to get back to their Common Rooms. It was getting late and Lily had half a mind to do the same. Lily started as she locked eyes with a dark-haired boy across the pitch. Severus was glaring at her as he trudged alongside his creepy Slytherin friends. Lily looked away, cheeks red. She almost felt like crying again. No, she decided, if anyone should be crying, it's him.
An unexplainable urge prompted Lily to gaze up at the sky as she contemplated what to do next. The moon was almost blinding, and she practically had to squint in order to get a good look at it. How pretty, she thought. She tore her eyes away from the sight and focused once more on the bright green of the pitch.
And that was the last thing she remembered.
"Lily! Lily, can you hear me?"
Lily sighed and fisted a clump of grass. Hmm, grass. That was funny. Why was she laying in the grass? Head Girls shouldn't be rolling around on the ground, she thought. "Mmph," she mumbled. Her head was pounding.
"Shh, it's okay. Just try to stay awake." A cool hand swept across her forehead.
Lily recognized that smooth voice instantly. "James, what's going on?" She tried to lift her head up to get a good look at her surroundings, but she couldn't move her neck.
"You hit your head, remember? Don't move, we have to wait for Peter." She felt the same hand that was on her forehead brush back her hair away from her face. Well, this was odd. Why was he being so nice to her?
"Is Peter okay?" she asked, for lack of a better thing to say. She was so confused.
James chuckled a bit at that. "He's fine. It's you we have to worry about."
"Why? You hate me. Everybody hates me." Her throat tightened as she recalled Severus's hateful glare and Potter's own disdain-filled words.
He pulled her into his arms. "That's not true at all. You're Lily Evans. Everyone loves you." He kissed the corner of her mouth.
Okay, there was definitely something amiss here.
"I have to find Davis," she said, but she snuggled in closer to James. Was it cheating if you planned on breaking up anyway?
"Forget about that fucker. Where the fuck is- oh, there he is. Wormtail!" James called.
Lily burst into hysterical giggles at that. "Wormtail? That's funny."
"Shh," he said. "Pete, d'you have the map?"
Lily giggled again. She felt so weird. What was going on? Her eyes drifted closed.
"Sorry," came Peter's voice, sounding hassled. "It's rough out there. You better get her inside now."
Lily felt herself being picked up. "I'm working on it," James grunted. She laughed again and tried to open her eyes, but they were glued shut. She was really tired all of a sudden too. James wouldn't mind if she took a nap, would he? Sighing peacefully, she buried her head into his shirt and went to sleep.
Bright, her dormitory was much too bright.
Lily popped an eye open. Why hadn't she remembered to draw her hangings before she went to sleep? The sunlight was streaming in through the window and practically scalding her eyelids. She sat up to close them and was overcome by an intense wave of pain. Bugger. Her head was throbbing.
Lily glanced around the dormitory and saw that it was deserted. She must have slept in, which was very unlike her. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she got dressed for breakfast. Her head was still pulsing, but she ignored the pain and stumbled down into the Common Room.
It was deserted save for a few stray fifth year girls in the corner. Lily frowned. Marlene must have already gone down to breakfast. She hoped she had saved her a piece of toast at the very least.
"Lily, you're up!"
There was a bang as a pair of shoes hit the bottom step of the stairs to the boys' dormitory and then James Potter was bounding over to her, a concerned expression on his face.
"Er, yes," she said. She tried to keep her face as indifferent as possible, as she was still furious at him for calling her uptight. He probably just had some Head business to discuss with her though, which meant all she would have to do was nod.
Except what he did next had nothing at all to do with Head business. Lily wasn't sure what it had to do with, actually. There was no explanation whatsoever why James Potter would pull her towards him and plant the most spectacular kiss she'd ever received right on her lips.
"Po-Potter!" Lily sputtered, tearing her lips from his in surprise. He chuckled as if he thought she was joking and nuzzled her neck. Lily considered the possibility of her having accidentally fallen into some sort of magical cabinet and landing in an alternate universe or something. Crazier things had happened, after all.
"Are you feeling better?" James was staring into her eyes, looking concerned again. Had Lily not been so confused and flustered by his touch, she could have slapped his hand away when he brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Why was he asking her how she felt? Did something happ- oh. The distant memories of last night hit her like a freight train. One minute she had been standing on the pitch, looking for her boyfriend, and the next she was lying in the grass next to James. What the fuck had happened last night?
"Um," Lily said. She didn't even know where to start. Her eyes fell on to the large gash on his cheek. Before she could stop herself she was tracing it with her finger. "What happened?"
He grabbed her finger and kissed it. "It's nothing."
Lily frowned, temporarily forgetting this alternate-universe predicament. "That doesn't look like nothing. Does it have anything to do with what happened last night?"
"Don't worry about it," he said, running his hands up and down her sides. Lily nearly shivered. She was suddenly very aware that they were standing in the middle of the Common Room.
She gestured to the gawking girls in the corner. "People are staring."
He gave her a crooked grin. "Then come with me to my dormitory."
Lily didn't know what coming up to his dormitory entailed, but it didn't sound like he wanted help with his homework. The Lily of yesterday would have kicked him in the shins or sent a nice hex his way at this point, but she had to be careful. She needed to figure out what had happened last night before she started hexing. She wasn't sure how much Potter knew and making him mad wasn't going to do her any good.
"Er, I can't. I have to find Marlene."
"Alright then." He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a parting grin. "I have to go find the lads – not to get into any trouble, of course."
"Well, you better not!" Lily exclaimed, feeling a bit like her old uptight self again. He laughed, which confused her – Did he think she was joking? – before bounding off to Merlin knows where. The second he was out of sight, Lily began her frenzied trek to the Great Hall, the tropical storm in her head pulsing with every hurried step she took.
She found Marlene spreading jam onto a piece of toast near the end of the table and immediately accosted her.
"What the bloody hell is going on, Marlene?"
The blonde girl started, dropping the piece of toast jam-first onto her lap. "Lily! Y-you're awake!"
"Why is that so surprising?" Lily asked, annoyed.
Marlene dabbed at her skirt with a napkin. "Well, considering you nearly died last night, I was expecting you to stay in bed all day."
"Nearly died? What are you talking about?" The throbbing in her head was getting worse.
"What are you talking about? Don't you remember what happened?"
"No!" said Lily desperately. "I have no idea what's going on! All I remember is looking for Davis after the game and then being in the grass and something about a map. I don't know how I ended up in my bed or why Potter keeps kissing me. Marlene, I think I'm going crazy!"
Marlene looked overwhelmed. "Just... calm down, Lil. You're not crazy. What's the last thing you remember?"
Lily sighed. "I told you. I remember walking around the pitch after we talked to Potter to find Davis. That's it. Then I remember waking up in the grass and being really confused and then waking up in my bed."
"Fucking hell," said Marlene. "The Whomping Willow must have knocked all the memories right out of you!"
"I got hit by the Whomping Willow?" Lily croaked, her hand going to the large bump on her forehead.
"Shit," Marlene cursed again. "You really don't remember. Merlin, Lil, you should really go to the Hospital Wing."
Lily shook her head. "I'm fine. I just want to know what happened."
Marlene let out a deep breath. "Well, I don't exactly have all the details. I mean, I didn't see you much after you left me with Potter. I do know that you and Davis got into a huge row and then you went off with James and I didn't see you again until he was carrying you into the girls' dorms saying you got hit by the Whomping Willow."
Lily felt faint. "Why would I have gone off with James?"
Marlene shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. I think you broke up with Davis. You seemed really upset."
"This isn't making any sense." Lily buried her head in her hands.
Marlene put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "I think you need to talk to James."
"Yeah, I guess so." Her head shot up. "Wait a second. What am I going to do when I see Davis tomorrow in Herbology? I don't even know what I said to him."
"Just ignore him. Or better yet, ask him what happened. Even I don't know what went down between you two."
Lily groaned. That didn't sound fun at all. She poured herself a goblet of pumpkin juice, but couldn't bring herself to take a sip.
This whole thing had just gotten a lot more complicated than it needed to be, but she was determined to find out what had happened.
I'll start with Potter, she thought. He was the guiltiest out of all of them in any case. Her palms tingled ominously. Her inability to control herself around the boy was going to make things difficult. Difficult, indeed.
Abandoning her full goblet of pumpkin juice, Lily bid Marlene goodbye and set off for the Hospital Wing.
End Part 1
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