Summary: Voldemort is out for her. No one knows why he murdered her parents or why he wants to kill her. Lily doesn't either but all she knows is that she doesn't need Aurors watching her back. Especially James Potter.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. So you can't sue me! But I do own the plot! HA!

Leave Me Be

By: blahblah


I stared hard into Moody's eyes, carefully ignoring his magical one swiveling around in its socket. "So, why am I here?" I asked curiously, taking a sip of my cold tea.

Moody leaned over his desk and stared at me. "We have reason to believe that You-Know-Who is out for you," he growled. I choked on my tea. My heart leapt and my stomach suddenly churned.

"W-w-what?" I stammered. Surely I heard wrong… "How do you know?"

"Our recent captive Death Eaters," Moody said calmly. "Why would they kill your parents if they weren't trying to kill you?" I glared at him. The sudden mention of my parents' deaths irritated me.

"Evans, your relationship with Potter triggers his plan," Moody continued.

I became thoroughly irritated now. "My past relationship with Potter," I growled. "He's a bloody moron." Moody smirked.

"And a damn good Auror," he said. I rolled my eyes. "He wants to hurt Potter as he possibly can."

"By killing me?" I said dryly. "He wouldn't be hurt." I looked carefully at the scone on my plate and risked a nibble.

Moody opened his mouth but suddenly closed it. "To insure your safety, Aurors will be watching you." I dropped the scone.

"WHAT?!" I looked at him as though he was crazy. "Moody, I do not need Aurors watching my back. They'll only get in the way--"

"Evans, it's for your own good," Moody growled. "I assigned a team of Black, Potter, and Longbottom. Black automatically comes with Potter." I stared at him, my temper rising. Potter and Black?

"I can defend myself perfectly!" I snapped. "Just as well as Potter or any Auror."

"This is for your well-being, Evans," Moody said smoothly. "And Potter is one of my best Aurors. He even volunteered."

"Then tell him to unvolunteer!" I yelled. "I don't need anyone looking after me especially Potter!" I got up furiously and glared at Moody.

"Just leave me alone," I said coldly. I Apparated home with a pop.


My head felt heavy as I climbed out of bed. The corners of my mouth were dry and I anticipated brushing my teeth. Ambling into the bathroom, I stared at my reflection. My auburn hair slipped out of its messy bun and cascaded down my shoulders in tangles. Deep bags settled underneath my green eyes. I felt horrible. I just wanted to slip back underneath my sheets and have no care in the world.

I wish life was that simple. I began brushing my teeth, wistfully thinking about fairy tales where life would end with a 'happily ever after'. My stomach groaned loudly as I stumbled out of the bathroom. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail and headed for the kitchen.

"Morning, Lils!" I screamed and pulled out my wand. My eyes narrowed when I saw Sirius Black, James Potter, and Frank Longbottom crowded around my table, drinking coffee. "What are you doing here?" I kept my wand in the air, pointing at Sirius who smiled happily at me.

"Didn't Moody tell you?" he asked.

"Yes, but he knows bloody well that I don't anticipate three Aurors in my kitchen! Or let alone in this house!" I yelled furiously.

"Lils, don't say that," Sirius whined. "I know you love me."

"No, I don't," I snapped. My voice was hoarse from yelling so much so I decided to keep quiet for the meanwhile. My tempers rose as I glanced at Potter, watching me carefully. I poured myself a cup of coffee and took a crumpet out of a jar.

I stood near the counter, buttering my crumpet and ignoring the three the best I could. I hungrily attacked the crumpet and drank my coffee, relishing its warmth. My head felt lighter than before but still weighed on my shoulders heavily. Most of all, I felt annoyed and irritated than ever.

"So, I take it you'll be here all day?" I said calmly, pushing away my anger.

"For weeks, actually," Frank said sipping his coffee.

"In my house?" I growled, frustration rising. "For weeks?"

"Well, do you think Voldemort goes on vacation?" Sirius said sarcastically. "Of course, we're staying! Besides, I love you, Lils!" He grinned at me and I glared back.

"Just don't trash the place," I said grudgingly.

"Yes, mum," Sirius said innocently. I rolled my eyes. I had a sudden urge to lock myself in my room for the few weeks they were here.

I felt Potter's eyes boring into me and I finally snapped. I whirled around and narrowed my eyes at him. "Why do you keep looking at me, Potter? I appreciate it if you unglue your bloody eyes and stare at your coffee instead!" I snapped.

"Lily, I--" I did not let him finish. "Don't talk to me! I don't want to hear it!" I yelled, pointing my wand at him. "Just do your job and leave me ALONE!"

"Feisty Lils!" Sirius said happily. "Do all redheads have tempers like you or--"

"Would you shut up!" I shouted, turning to Sirius. I slammed down my coffee and stormed out of the kitchen. I needed a shower to clear out my mind.

"Lily, I--" I turned around and sighed, irritated. "I said leave me alone," I repeated coldly. Potter ran his fingers through his messy hair and sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said carefully. "I was stupid and--"

"Just do your job. Okay?" I said curtly. I went into my room and slammed the door shut. I didn't need another broken heart. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I turned the knobs on the shower and ran my fingers under the cascade of water.

"I don't need Potter," I whispered fiercely to myself. "I don't need anyone." I fought back the tears, threatening to spill. "Stop crying." I choked down the sobs and slipped into the shower. The hot water ran down my face, mingling with the salty tears rolling down my cheeks. I closed my eyes, breathing carefully.

I struggled to clear my mind. Memories flooded it, fighting against my will to release them. They played over and over again. Fragments of my seventh year resurfaced and I saw James. He hugged me gently, comforting me when my parents were dead. He soothed me with his words and held me tight.

"All of it were lies," I said convincingly. "He lied. I don't need to waste tears on him." I drew a shuddering breath and swallowed a sob.

But I knew it would be hard to forget when he would be so close by. Why did he come into my life again? Why won't he let me be?


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