Houses Competition: Year 3, Round 2

House: Ravenclaw

Year: 1

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [Drabble]: I don't want to go

Word Count: 505

Tags: The Marauders, Jily, Pre Books

Of Maybes and Magic

Lily has always been a very intuitive woman. Her mother had called her the Little Witch of the family even before she had found out that Lily was, in fact, a witch. They were just these fleeting feelings she would get about a certain situation or about certain people.

She had never been wrong. Except about James. And Severus.

But that was just life, she supposed, and continued to trust That Feeling whenever she felt it.

Having just gotten off the phone with her mother, she felt the familiar nagging sensation pulling at her gut as she stared at the telephone.

Just do it.

Inhaling deeply, she picked up the phone and rang Petunia's number. She almost hung up when she heard the phone ring, but she'd promised her mother that she would try. Besides, she would be lying to herself if she didn't hope that her mother's idea of a "double date" with her sister would mend things between them.

Despite the frustration and hurt her sister had wrought upon her, she still hoped, deep down, that things would change between them. That they'd be sisters again.

The little girl in her still wanted her sister to be there for her wedding just like they had always planned before, ironically, the magic came into their lives.

And when Petunia picks up, Lily rambles; something she does when she's nervous. Something Petunia understands, so she listens quietly. It's been years but she could still make sense out of Lily's incoherent nervous rambling.

Petunia is reluctant to go through with it, but she agrees anyway. Maybe… maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe magic would be something she could get used to.


So she agrees.

In the days that followed, Lily wouldn't stop talking to James about her sister, and he would listen to her patiently, happy for her. He was glad that the sisters might make amends because truth be told, he's always wanted a sibling and it had bothered him deep down that the sisters were estranged.

But the morning of their double date, Lily felt a deep sense of unease and was so quiet, that James knew something was wrong. He didn't pry, because knowing her, she would tell him eventually, so he made her coffee and breakfast, watching as she chewed on her lower lip.

"I don't want to go," she said suddenly.

James looked at her over his mug of tea, questioningly.

"James, I don't have a good feeling about this," she mumbled.

"What? Lil, you're meeting her after so long and you've always wanted this," he said carefully.

"I-I know," she said, nodding aggressively. "But I… I don't think… I feel like something is going to go terribly wrong," she fret.

"Lily," said James, a small but comforting smile on his face reaching across the table to take her hand in his. "It's going to be great."

Lily smiled a little bit, starting to look a little hopeful.

"You'll see," he continued. "It'll all work out."

It doesn't.