“Be careful you idiot!”
The pimply-faced imbecile of a conductor had slipped on the wet step and grabbed on to the sleeve of my muggle jacket for support.
“ ‘orry ‘bout that ‘ir,” he said brushing himself off.
Glaring loathingly at him, I paid as quickly as I could then watched as the Knight Bus jerked ahead, leaving me cold and alone in a rainy back alley.
Sighing, I turned around to get on the main street. What a painfully wretched night this was going to be. With no umbrella and no way to use my wand with all the muggles around, something was telling me I was destined to be miserable for the rest of my life.
Turning off the wet street and into a fenced field, I slowed my pace. Each step I took was a pain; both equally throbbing and numbing. Rain splashed down my neck and down my black clock soaking me. But the ghost of past visits directed me and I reached my destination easily in the dark.
Squatting down, I brushed some dead vines away and read the words squalled on the gravestone for the millionth time and laughed bitterly.
March 27, 1960 - October 31, 1981
January 30, 1960 - October 31, 1981
I didn’t laugh because it’s funny; I didn’t laugh because I wanted to. It’s just truly amusing how many times that arrogant bastard could ruin my life. I could deal with the humiliation that stuck-up ass Potter and his friends made me go through. I could even deal with knowing that maybe, perhaps, he was better at qudditch than me. But I could never, and would never deal with the fact that my
Lily loved him more than me.
After all the times we spent inventing new spells and sneaking out together at midnight just to talk, after all the years when I was her best friend and she was my…only friend, how could she possibly not forgive me for one slip of the tongue? How could she possibly believe he
was better than me? How in the world is it fair that Potter gets to spend all eternity with her while I’m stuck here in hell saving their
Lily and I hardly talked after “the incident” at the lake, but one time while passing in the halls in our seventh year I managed to blurt out “Why Potter?”
I remember she paused and stared at me for awhile with those beautiful, emerald eyes before replying with a quote she’d quoted before
“I've finally stopped running away from myself. Who else is there better to be?”
That was it, she turned away from me and left with a quote I never understood…I’m not sure if we ever said another two words to each other after that.
This was just too much. Sighing again, I wiped my eyes and placed a perfect, tearstained lily on top of the gravestone and walked away into the rain.