Chapter 14

A Single Lily

Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me through my first James/Lily fanfiction.
Thank you to Molly Raesly for inspiration.
Thank you to Lauren and Paris; if it wasn't for the two of you, I don't know where I'd be.
Oh, and thank you to my Board of Education; if you had not cancelled school on that fateful day, this story would not exist.

Before I step into the Transfiguration Classroom, I couldn't get what Severus had said out of my head.

Professor McGonagall waits for all of us to settle into our usual spots. "For your final, you will be changing an owl into opera glasses. I shall start in the front of the room, and work my way back. You may practise a few times if you so wish." With that, she started for the front table, where James and I both happen to be standing.

She looks at me. "Miss Evans?"

I nod my head. "Oculostrix," I say, pointing my wand to the owl. The owl transformed gracefully into a pair of bronze opera glasses.

She moves over to James. "Potter?"

"Oculostrix." At that, his owl turned to a brilliant pair of golden opera glasses.

After an hour, Professor McGonagall dismissed us, yet Severus' words were still echoing in the back of my head.

James and I are in an abandoned corridor on the seventh floor.

I am unusually quiet. James, of course, takes not of it.

"Lily, is there something wrong?"

I say nothing. What is he hiding? Why is he hiding? I need to tell him, but…"

"Lily," he says in a louder voice, interrupting my thoughts.

I stop walking and just look at him. Go on with it!

"Just tell me what's wrong."

I still say nothing, while my mind is whirring a mile a minute.

In my silence, James seems to pick up on what's going on in my head.

"Lily," he repeats a third time. He runs his fingers through his hair.

I raise an index finger to quiet him. "I just need you to let me talk," I say, finding my voice.

He crosses his arms in a defeated fashion and looks at me.

I take in a deep breath and slowly release it.

"I just don't…I don't know," I stammer, as I try to find a way to explain my confusion. I don't want to offend him or hurt him. I look at him square in the eye. "I think that, for some reason, you are not telling me something."

"About what?"

"About what's going on with Remus," I clarify cautiously.

"But-" James starts

I hold up my finger once again. I just want to get this out! I know James is trying to keep me safe. But that is not what I want right now. I want the truth. "Just let me get through this."

He nods in obedience. I take a few seconds to reorganise my thoughts.

"I don't think you are telling me everything that is going with Remus. I feel like the lot of you aren't even helping take care of Mrs. Lupin. In fact, I even doubt the fact that she is sick!"

"Lily, if she isn't sick, then what are you thinking," James growls.

"Well, it's sort of stupid. But it is a possibility," I whisper.

"Out with it," he impatiently exclaims.

"I think he's a werewolf. James, it only makes sense!" I watch James as he clenches his hands and crosses his arms, but I continue on. "The disappearing each month on the full moon, the scratches on his face, and his moody behavior! It's all on page 394 in our Defense Against the Dark Arts book!"

"It's absurd! Who gave you such an idea," James shouts.

I stay silent for a minute.

"Well?"

"Severus." I whisper, afraid of James' response.

"Oh! That makes perfect bloody sense! Because Snivellus is so reliable, eh? Is that why you believe him?" James' face is turning red from all the yelling. "Why in Merlin's name would you believe that slimy git who called you a - a you-know what? Do you see where the logic fails? He stops for a minute and runs his fingers through his head again. "Sometimes, Lily, you can just be so bloody thick."

"Excuse me," I snap, "But if I recall properly, you provoked him! And yes, James, he did call me a Mudblood, but he was my first friend here and he's the one who told me that I am a witch. SO, pardon me for believing him over a person who I once believed to be an arrogant, bullying toerag!"

"Used to be! And may I remind you that the arrogant, bullying toerag happens to be your boyfriend!"

"We aren't getting anywhere with this, James," I say, trying to calm down.

"This fighting is mad! Don't you trust me? Lils, I really don't want to have a row with you."

I sigh with frustration. "Honestly, I swear you're the thickheaded one. What am I supposed to think when my boyfriend and his mates are disappearing once a month? And when I ask about it, I'm told 'don't worry about it.' Well you know what, James Potter? It causes me to worry about it even more! And-"

"So you don't trust me," James accuses.

"I do! I just don't see why you feel compelled to be hiding something from me!"

"Damn it, Lily," James shouts. "I told you it's for your own protection. I don't want you getting hurt at my expense!"

"James I-"

"Don't need to be protected because you're seventeen or whatever. But you know what? You're wrong. We're in the middle of a bloody war here. And also, you're my girlfriend. It's in my nature to feel the need to protect you," James huffs.

"Why are you so angry? I should be the angry one here!"

"Why should you be the angry one? You aren't being accused of lying."

I just stare at him.

"Ugh!" He paces back and forth. "Good Godric, Lily Evans. You're acting like I'm cheating on you."

"I never said such a thing," I protest, enraged.

"Well you're implying it!"

"James Potter, if it were me and my mates who couldn't be found and all we told you was 'don't worry about it' you would-"

"Don't tell me what I would or would not do," he spits. "Honestly woman, how did we even end up together? I thought you loathed me."

"I guess it was just a snow day chance," I reply icily. This is not what I want.

"I guess so too. You know, Lily, I do care about you a lot, but this whole thing is getting utterly ridiculous. You're letting people get to you, like Cara and Snivellus."

"Codswallop! If you would just be honest with me from the start-"

"So you're saying that you don't trust me," he asks again, staring at me. I meet his gaze but say nothing. He continues on. "You know, maybe it is best if we just-"

"James," I say, my voice quivering. "I just thought we weren't going to hide-"

"If we just take a break."

I stop and look straight up at him. My heart feels like it has stopped. My eyes widen. This is definitely not what I want. "Wh- What," I choke out.

I hear him gulp. "Just until everything clears up, I mean," he says quickly, trying to suppress the quivers in his own voice.

"What," I cry.

His voice is much stronger and firmer now.

"We're done."

Hi there!

So I hope you aren't terribly mad at me for ending Snow Day Chances at this chapter. But let me take a moment to answer some questions people have asked me via PM.

Is there a story behind your title?

Of course there is! So here's what happened. I happened to have just finished reading "In Cold Blood" for an English assignment that was assigned over Christmas Break. Of course, I procrastinated. I wanted to write something-anything- and I had to write a paper for English, but I was suffering major writer's block. I stayed up all night writing this awful paper. ( It was awful because of WB). Anyways, I wake up the next morning and receive a phone call from the Board of Education telling me that there was no school due to the snow. I started forming this idea in my head about a date in the snow, and before I knew it I was putting those ideas on paper. So really, it was the chances of having that snow day that brought this story to life.

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After an hour, Professor McGonagall dismissed us, yet Severus' words were still echoing in the back of my head.

James and I are in an abandoned corridor on the seventh floor.

I am unusually quiet. James, of course, takes not of it.

"Lily, is there something wrong?"

I say nothing. What is he hiding? Why is he hiding? I need to tell him, but…"

"Lily," he says in a louder voice, interrupting my thoughts.

I stop walking and just look at him. Go on with it!

"Just tell me what's wrong."

I still say nothing, while my mind is whirring a mile a minute.

In my silence, James seems to pick up on what's going on in my head.

"Lily," he repeats a third time. He runs his fingers through his hair.

I raise an index finger to quiet him. "I just need you to let me talk," I say, finding my voice.

He crosses his arms in a defeated fashion and looks at me.

I take in a deep breath and slowly release it.

"I just don't…I don't know," I stammer, as I try to find a way to explain my confusion. I don't want to offend him or hurt him. I look at him square in the eye. "I think that, for some reason, you are not telling me something."

"About what?"

"About what's going on with Remus," I clarify cautiously.

"But-" James starts

I hold up my finger once again. I just want to get this out! I know James is trying to keep me safe. But that is not what I want right now. I want the truth. "Just let me get through this."

He nods in obedience. I take a few seconds to reorganise my thoughts.

"I don't think you are telling me everything that is going with Remus. I feel like the lot of you aren't even helping take care of Mrs. Lupin. In fact, I even doubt the fact that she is sick!"

"Lily, if she isn't sick, then what are you thinking," James growls.

"Well, it's sort of stupid. But it is a possibility," I whisper.

"Out with it," he impatiently exclaims.

"I think he's a werewolf. James, it only makes sense!" I watch James as he clenches his hands and crosses his arms, but I continue on. "The disappearing each month on the full moon, the scratches on his face, and his moody behavior! It's all on page 394 in our Defense Against the Dark Arts book!"

"It's absurd! Who gave you such an idea," James shouts.

I stay silent for a minute.

"Well?"

"Severus." I whisper, afraid of James' response.

"Oh! That makes perfect bloody sense! Because Snivellus is so reliable, eh? Is that why you believe him?" James' face is turning red from all the yelling. "Why in Merlin's name would you believe that slimy git who called you a - a you-know what? Do you see where the logic fails? He stops for a minute and runs his fingers through his head again. "Sometimes, Lily, you can just be so bloody thick."

"Excuse me," I snap, "But if I recall properly, you provoked him! And yes, James, he did call me a Mudblood, but he was my first friend here and he's the one who told me that I am a witch. SO, pardon me for believing him over a person who I once believed to be an arrogant, bullying toerag!"

"Used to be! And may I remind you that the arrogant, bullying toerag happens to be your boyfriend!"

"We aren't getting anywhere with this, James," I say, trying to calm down.

"This fighting is mad! Don't you trust me? Lils, I really don't want to have a row with you."

I sigh with frustration. "Honestly, I swear you're the thickheaded one. What am I supposed to think when my boyfriend and his mates are disappearing once a month? And when I ask about it, I'm told 'don't worry about it.' Well you know what, James Potter? It causes me to worry about it even more! And-"

"So you don't trust me," James accuses.

"I do! I just don't see why you feel compelled to be hiding something from me!"

"Damn it, Lily," James shouts. "I told you it's for your own protection. I don't want you getting hurt at my expense!"

"James I-"

"Don't need to be protected because you're seventeen or whatever. But you know what? You're wrong. We're in the middle of a bloody war here. And also, you're my girlfriend. It's in my nature to feel the need to protect you," James huffs.

"Why are you so angry? I should be the angry one here!"

"Why should you be the angry one? You aren't being accused of lying."

I just stare at him.

"Ugh!" He paces back and forth. "Good Godric, Lily Evans. You're acting like I'm cheating on you."

"I never said such a thing," I protest, enraged.

"Well you're implying it!"

"James Potter, if it were me and my mates who couldn't be found and all we told you was 'don't worry about it' you would-"

"Don't tell me what I would or would not do," he spits. "Honestly woman, how did we even end up together? I thought you loathed me."

"I guess it was just a snow day chance," I reply icily. This is not what I want.

"I guess so too. You know, Lily, I do care about you a lot, but this whole thing is getting utterly ridiculous. You're letting people get to you, like Cara and Snivellus."

"Codswallop! If you would just be honest with me from the start-"

"So you're saying that you don't trust me," he asks again, staring at me. I meet his gaze but say nothing. He continues on. "You know, maybe it is best if we just-"

"James," I say, my voice quivering. "I just thought we weren't going to hide-"

"If we just take a break."

I stop and look straight up at him. My heart feels like it has stopped. My eyes widen. This is definitely not what I want. "Wh- What," I choke out.

I hear him gulp. "Just until everything clears up, I mean," he says quickly, trying to suppress the quivers in his own voice.

"What," I cry.

His voice is much stronger and firmer now.

"We're done."