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We Couldn't Bring the Columns Down by ladyspirit

Format: Novel
Chapters: 21
Word Count: 59,752
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: General, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Lily, James, Lucius, Narcissa, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, James/Lily, Lucius/Narcissa, Sirius/OC

First Published: 05/21/2007
Last Chapter: 06/23/2011
Last Updated: 06/23/2011

Summary:

“STOP THE MADNESS!” James was screaming, his face glowing with mirth. Apparently his groin was recovering. Sirius rolled onto his back,  he had his wand out and it was pointed at Lily.
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Chapter 10: She Wrote In Red

Narcissa was scribbling furiously. She was hunched over the desk in her dormitory; ink was splattering messily along her rushed letter, she’d already broken two quills in her haste. She’d had to cast an extra strength spell on this Quill, after all, it was her last one and her letter needed to be sent immediately. She needed to know what Bellatrix would do.

“Lucius?” 
The tiny, weak voice had carried. It had echoed around the hospital ward, so close to being nothing more than a strange sounding sigh and yet it was as if it was being bellowed in Narcissa’s ear. She was surprised that the other snoozing patients in the ward hadn’t been wakened by the blasphemous racket.

Lucius? What had that Mudblood bitch meant by saying his name? His name with her unworthy tongue?

She scribbled down these thoughts in the blood red ink; the only colour she could find.

In the millisecond after the Gryffindor seekers’ whisper Narcissa had looked not in her direction but at Lucius. It was the strangest thing. His face did not look confused, nor ashamed, but rather alert, he had moved ever so slightly as if to go to her and then the screaming started.

Delilah Tyler was shrieking as though she was consumed in a scalding fire and Narcissa could not continue watching Lucius’, the sheer calamity of the Gryffindors cries forced her to stare. Her fists were clenched, her face red, her eyes closed tight and her mouth open in a painful, hair raising howl.

Madam Pomfrey came dashing from her office, her wand raised. The rest of the patients in the ward woke up, some exclaiming in shock, but all turned towards the girls bed in morbid curiosity. The girls sister was screaming too, screaming at her sister to tell her what was wrong, to calm down, to hold still. Lucius had gotten out of bed and dashed to the bedside shouting for Madam Pomfrey to do something; there was an expression close to blind terror on his face and suddenly Narcissa knew. She knew who D was.

She scrawled the name on the parchment of her letter with blind hate ruling her penmanship, ‘Delilah Tyler, a Gryffindor, a Mudblood and a whore’.

Madam Pomfrey had came to Delilah’s aid using a complicated little spell that cast her convulsing body in a haze of gold and calmed her. Lucius had seemed to come back into himself and retreated from the Mudblood’s bedside. Neither he nor Narcissa spoke for a long time. Narcissa had sat at his bedside and simply frowned at her knees wondering what she should do, how she should use this information, what was the best plan of action? She came to the decision that Bellatrix should know however Andromeda should not. Andromeda was not to be trusted any further in this matter. She also came to the decision that Lucius’ connection to the Mudblood should be kept as low key as possible, only Bellatrix would be told because discretion was the key to success. Lucius Malfoy was heir to one of the largest fortunes in the world and she would not let him slip away over one silly misdemeanour. She would not let him lose his inheritance and therefore her inheritance. She would both hide his secret and end it. She would quash any feelings he had ever possessed for that skinny little tramp.

One of the things that really stung Narcissa about the whole situation was that Delilah Tyler was the Mudblood who was dating Sirius Black. Sirius had always been the black sheep of the family but nevertheless he was of good wizarding stock and Lucius was a prime cut. How dare Delilah Tyler wield the hearts of both these men and leave a legitimate, pureblood like Narcissa to struggle?

Narcissa also had another small plan but a most complicated one. How could she end the relationship between her cousin and the girl without destroying her future husbands reputation? She was sure Bellatrix would have a solution.

She finished her letter,

All my heart, filled with the purest of bloods, your sister,

Narcissa


She rolled up her letter and watched as her owl disappeared into the night clutching it between it’s talons. She could practically feel the weight of an engagement ring, tingly pleasantly on her left hand. The feeling sent shots of happiness through her body. Because after all, how could Lucius refuse her now? She knew too much.






Delilah had been awake for three days. She’d relocated to a bed by the window so she could stare out at the grounds while her friends were in class. Autumn had well and truly washed over Hogwart’s in a haze of bronze and gold leaving the grounds a wonderland of riches, the wind raced fallen leaves in pretty swirls of colour around the grass. Of course the scenery was only visible during the day, nights were a different matter.

Luckily when the sun went down her number of visitors increased. Lily was almost her constant companion and Jessica
had visited every day for at least an hour. Sirius had flitted in and out always bringing some horrendously sugary gift which she would thank him for before practically forcing it upon her other visitors. James had showed up once but spent most of his visit pleading with Lily to forgive him, he’d even brought roast beef sandwiches, but Lily’s anger proved unyielding.

Lily was refusing to attend the Halloween Ball (due the following Sunday) with James lest she ‘intimidate him or ruin his night with her thoughtless bullying’. She was also refusing to go to the ball alone so her final Halloween at Hogwarts hinged on Delilah being allowed to leave the hospital wing and join the festivities. Apparently Delilah’s bad reaction to the Skele-gro had had something to do with the malnutrition of her bones so her stay in the ward looked extended and the idea of missing the ball had cast a gloomy shadow over the girls.

Lily was perched on a stool reading through her Transfiguration text and underlining important sentences. Delilah was staring resolutely at the window although all she could see now was her own frowning face in the darkened glass.

“This is stupid.” Delilah scowled turning to her friend and artfully snatching the text book from her hands.

“HEY!” Lily tried to snatch it back but Delilah flung it off the other side of the bed, “What did you do that for?” Lily huffed although she made no great efforts to retrieve her homework.

“Because! There is no reason for you to not go to the ball!” Delilah didn’t look very much like Delilah with her face free from make up and her hair tied back but the determined look in her eye was signature. “You don’t have signs of early osteoporosis! Put on your dancing shoes Lil’s!”

“No!” Lily tucked a dignified strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m not going alone. Anyway I don’t want to go to the ball. It’s idiotic and… stupid!”

“Fine!” Delilah snapped sending a furtive glance at Madam Pomfrey, “Then you take my place and I’ll take yours. You drink this,” She picked up and waved her goblet of medicine laced water at Lily, “And I’ll smooch James!”

Lily snatched Delilah’s goblet and set it carefully back on the bedside table, “You’re medicine would do me no good and neither of us is ‘smooching’ James Potter anytime soon. Anyway there’s no way we could switch anyway, it’s not as if we even look alike.”

Looking decidedly depressed Delilah sunk into her pillows, “This is so crap. Jazz Gibney is going to be there and everything! You know how much I love him.” Jazz Gibney was rumoured to be the performer at this years ball. Professor Slughorn’s connection to Gwendolyn Gibney had paid off after all.

“You’d be with Sirius anyway if you did go,”

“I know but Jazz Gibney is a rockstar. There’s a free pass with the famous. I’m sure Sirius would understand.”

Lily raised her eyebrows, “So… do you like him?”

“Jazz Gibney? I worship him!”

“No! I mean Sirius,” Lily lowered her voice, “I mean you changed your mind about him pretty quickly! One minute you’re telling me there isn’t a chance in hell and the next-,” Lily cut off as the ward door opened.

“Hi!” Jessica came equipped with a strange material bundle in her arms and a huge smile, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m being forced to drink urine,” Delilah replied loudly casting Madam Pomfrey a dark glare and talking about her goblet again. The matron ignored her patient with an air of practised obliviousness.

“Oh well! Buck up eh? At least you’re in a nice comfy bed while some are forced out into the autumn to play with Hippogriffs!” Jessica laughed loudly, she was at the bed now and forcing the bundle she’d been carrying into Delilah’s arms, “Here’s that scarf you asked for! You know because you were feeling cold!” She said in a loud carrying voice. The matron ignored them.

“Play it cool Jess,” Delilah hissed rolling her eyes and shoving the scarf (which was concealing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter) under her bed.

Lily, having cottoned on, was wide eyed, “You’ll both get in terrible trouble- Jessica!” She turned to the blushing twin, “You are a prefect!” She accused and Jessica’s blush deepened.

“Oh lay off her,” Delilah grinned, happier now that she knew she was mere hours from her first cigarette since the morning of the Quiddich match, “She didn’t want to bring them but she owes me.” The words seemed to strike a cord in the bed-ridden girl and she turned scheming eyes on her, very much identical, twin, “She owes me,” She repeated and suddenly meeting Jazz Gibney was on the cards again.





“Cheer up,” Sirius scolded his best friend. He’d always believed that actions spoke louder than words but slapping James about with a pillow had not had the desired effect i.e. a smile.

“I am cheered,” James mumbled ripping another page from his Transfiguration text book, balling it up and throwing it in the common room fire. He was on a chair, Sirius however was sprawled along the mat in front of the flames basking in their heat like a dog. All the books said that the traits of an animagi’s animal shouldn’t affect human behaviour but Sirius was beginning to think he was susceptible to doglike habits. He stretched his arms above his head knowing that Mary McGwiggan was watching the inches of stomach this movement revealed like a hawk. He also knew that the girls crush on him was driving her best friend, Angelica, crazy.

“You’re sorrow was interesting for about the first five minutes James,” Sirius groaned rolling on to his stomach and abandoning his flirtations with Mary, “Now it’s boring and I’m bored. Remus is over there doing some self-assigned homework and Pete’s still refusing to come out of the dormitory.” In his boredom Sirius had ‘done’ Peter’s hair. No one but Sirius and Pete knew exactly what had happened to the boys head but he hadn’t been seen for a full day. “I’ve never been a wallow in self pity kind of guy and I didn’t think you were either.”

“I’m not wallowing,” James grumbled as an entire chapter went up in flames, “I’m thinking.”

“About the roast beef sandwiches idea? Yeah, so she didn’t go for that. So what? There’re plenty of girls out there James,”

“I don’t want any other girls!” James hissed and Sirius sat up.

“That’s just because you’ve been so wrapped up in Evans for so long you’ve forgotten what’s out there!”

“I know what’s out there! Evans is just better than the rest-,”

“Better than Mary?” Sirius asked nodding towards the girl who swiftly looked away tucking a strand of cropped, copper laced, black hair behind her ear. “Mary’s pretty hot.”

“What do you care if Mary’s hot? You’re going out with Delilah anyway.”

“Yeah but it’s not like we’re married. This is your problem.” Sirius lay down again and closed his eyes deciding to rest, “You’re taking things too seriously. So Lily Evans isn’t talking to you? So what? You’re not going to marry her. You’re probably not going to remember who she was in ten years. We’re teenagers James, we sow wild oats, and have lots of girlfriend. Don’t make things more complicated than they have to be.”

“So you’re sowing wild oats with Delilah?” James looked sceptical and Sirius grinned.

“Well not anymore; she’s keeping her oats pretty unsown recently.”

“Lily’s right about you,” James said with a smile tweaking his lips, “You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s what all the oats say.”






A/N very short chapter. All I can manage right now BUT I’m back on plot track! Almost… It can either all end in the next few chapters OR I can take the scenic route? What are your thoughts! Much Love.. x

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