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A/N: I AM SO SORRY! SO, SO, SO, SO, SOOOO SORRY! I am SORRY it took so long!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, including the idea for the wheel (you’ll see), which came from the show, My Name Is Earl. Also, you will recognize it, but another part is from, The Notebook.

“Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.”
- Chuck Palahniuk

Chapter 3: Heartbroken

3. Heartbroken

The window beside me showed a happy landscape with lots of little, ity bity people having fun. Where was I you might ask? I was in my dormitory, trying to finish my Transfiguration essay on why veela’s could transform. ‘That is a pathetic excuse,’ you may say.

I know.

But you see, James Potter had driven me to this. No longer would he talk to me, look at me, ask me out, annoy me, pester me, hex me, prank me or anything. You may think that’s a good thing.

I don’t. I was used to having him around. Sometimes I found it… entertaining. Wrong, yes. But true.

As I finished the last sentence, my attention was drawn to the window once more. I sighed. They all looked so happy. My eyes skimmed over the activities. A snowball war, the tempting of the Whomping Willow, feeding the Giant Squid, another snow ball war, someone throwing knives a wheel, another –


I pressed my face against the frigid glass. Good Lord, someone was on that wheel. I concentrated hard. A face popped into mind.

Oh dear, sweet mother of Jesus.


Needless to say, by the time I got there I was scared out of my wits. I squeezed my way through the crowd of students, struggling to get to James, who, of course, was on the wheel.


There was a small circle in the middle of the crowd, so I pushed and shoved my way into. My eyes soaked up the scene. James Potter, strapped to a wooden wheel that obviously span. Sirius Black, standing next to the next to the wheel, his face bright with morbid happiness. Aurora Hastings, official best friend of mine, standing next to Black, a worried look gracing her pretty features. Remus Lupin, blindfolded and holding a knife, aiming at James on the wheel. Peter Pettigrew, standing by a small table that was piled up with knives, tomatoes, sweating like a fountain.

‘Oh, Evans, what a nice surprise,’ Black commented, his eyes focused on Remus. ‘Remus, buddy, you have got to let me try that.’

‘MOONY! DO NOT LET HIM TRY THAT!’ James yelled, his eyes wide with fear as they flitted between Remus and Black.

‘Don’t worry, James,’ Remus said, calmly, continuing to aim blindly. Sirius turned the wheel. ‘Not don’t move and I… won’t… hit… you!’ and he threw the knife.

My world stopped. Everything froze as my heart clenched in fear. My blood ran cold as the knife sailed through the air. Suddenly, bam! It had wedged itself just millimeters from James’s head. The crowd gasped then clapped and applauded.

Relief rushed through me so fast I felt me knees give slightly. My head was light and I was dizzy with adrenaline.

‘James,’ I gasped, my breathing ragged as I realized I had been holding it in. ‘James, please come down, you could get yourself killed doing that!’

James looked at me, disgust written all over his face. I recoiled slightly, feeling guilty. ‘Like you’d care,’ he spat. It was the first time he’d spoken to me in a month and it was practically oozing with venom.

Do I know how to get a guy or what?

Not, of course, that I ‘wanted’ James, or anything.

‘James, as much as I don’t like you, I do not want to see you get yourself – ’ Another knife: this time less than an inch from his thigh. ‘ – KILLED, OH MY GOD! STOP THAT!’

My breathing was labored and I was clutching my face and my eyes were closed, as fear, anger and adrenaline rushed through me and it was making me faint and light-headed.

‘Or what?’ James challenged. ‘You’ll go kiss someone? Diggory, perhaps? I mean, you’ve – ’

‘I’ll go out with you!’ The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them and now I wished nothing more to take them back.

‘Lily, Lily are you sure?’ Aurora whispered, rushing to my side. It occurred to me that everyone was listing to us. Now I had no choice.

I swallowed hard and nodded, staring at James. His eyes were wide and he looked as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing… which he probably wasn’t.

‘I will go out with you,’ I repeated, ‘if you get off that wheel.’

James looked as if he was considering it. Bam! Another knife wedged itself in between his fingers. I whined softly as my eyes grew wide and I think I was on the verge of crying.

‘You know, Lily, I don’t want you to do me any favors.’ Bam! This time the knife lodged itself next to his stomach.

‘N-No, it’s o-okay!’ I said. Bam! Next to his left foot. I screamed.

‘I don’t think you want to go out with me, do you Evans? You don’t like me.’

‘No! NO! No! I want to go out with you!’

Bam! The knife jammed itself into the wood next his neck. ‘Are you sure, Evans?’ He was smiling now.

I glared. ‘I want to go out with you.’

‘Ok, ok, I’ll go out with you. No need to be so pushy.’

I hate you, James Potter.

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