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Lily went back to classes the next week. Although physically she felt completely normal, mentally she still felt weak. She hated to admit how much of an influence the ghost had on her.

Scor came and sat down next to her on a black leather couch in the common room. She felt heat rise to her cheeks and clutched the opal.

“I can’t believe I thought Sharpe gave it to me,” she said as though continuing a previous conversation. She saw his face redden. “Thanks…for everything.”

“It’s nothing.”

“That’s not true. You saved me. I…I don’t know how I can ever repay you,” she blushed harder at the thought that flitted through her mind.

“What are friends for right?”

“Friends…” She smiled but felt disappointed.

James, Al, Rose, and Hugo had started sitting at the Slytherin table occasionally to keep Lily company. James and Al treated Scor as though he was their long lost brother. She watched the three of them and Hugo fly around above her as she and Rose lay on the pitch looking up at the clouds one weekend in March.

“How are things with you and Sharpe?”

“Great. He’s taking me to Hogsmede next weekend. It doesn’t bother you…does it, Lily?”

“Not at all. I’m happy for you.” She watched Scor toss the quaffle into the hoop and punch the air.

“He must really care for you,” Rose said. Lily looked over to see her cousin looking at Scor as well.

“He’s a great friend.” She smiled as he and Hugo high fived each other.

“He’s better than just a friend, I think. He’s pretty hot if you ask me.” Lily jerked her head back around to see her cousin grinning at her. Lily felt the color heat her cheeks. “He loves you Lily.”

“You think so?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Well, I thought he might but…,” His words came back to her, what are friends for?

“You wait and see, in ten years I bet you’ll be married with a house full of pink haired kids.” They both burst out laughing, rolling on the grass clutching their stomachs.

She made her way to Professor Lovegood’s office several weeks later mentally preparing herself. Since the lake incident, she had been having weekly “talks” with the headmistress. The talks were supposed to help her overcome her depression. The pendant did more good than these “sessions” in Lily’s opinion.

“Hello Ms. Potter.”

“Hello Professor Lovegood.”

“So tell me, have you felt any better these past weeks?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now, I know you don’t like to recall it, but I think it will help you if you tell me again what it is the ghost said to you.”

She remembered the eerily lit room and the opalescent ghost. Most of all she remembered his wispy voice.

“Well, at first he sympathized with me. He told me he understood how I felt. Then, he told me I didn’t belong here.” A chill washed over her. “He said I was too good for this place. He wanted me to be with him. He told me he was the only one who loved me.” At this point she shivered spasmodically.

“It’s okay. I understand. Ms. Potter, you do know there are people here who love you very much: family, friends, and a certain young Slytherin boy who can’t keep his eyes off you.” Lily nodded feeling her stomach knot up. “Talk to your Mum when you get home. I know she’ll understand exactly what you are going through.”

“Thanks, professor.”

“Not at all. Now off to bed. You want to be ready for exams you know.”

Lily’s exams weren’t as hard as she expected them to be. Scor sat with her every night in the common room and helped her study. She knew she would miss him during the summer, but she was also glad to be going home. She closed the lid of her trunk on all her neatly packed things and sat on her four-poster with her mirror in her hand.

“Scor.” He appeared almost immediately.

“Hey! You all packed?”

“Yes, just finished—you?”

“Just started.” He laughed and she felt her stomach tighten. She couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to realize her feelings for her best friend.

“Scor, you will call me on the mirrors this summer, won’t you?”

“Of course. Every day if you like.” She heard someone snicker in the background.

“Yes, I’d like that. Well, I’d better let you get to packing.”

“Okay see you tomorrow.”

“Night.” She held the mirror to her chest like she wished to hold him.

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