Change of Heart
As you all know, Mrs J. K. Rowling is the highly
talented author who
created the characters I borrowed to write this. Except for Lily's friends,
that I had to imagine since she has never let us know anything about them so
And since no one would be stupid enough to pay for this
when I'm publishing it here,
where anyone can read whatever they want for free,
you're bound to have guessed I'm not making any money, aren't you?
Thank yous and dedication:
Many, many thanks to Arwen-the-Elf, who corrected my
and made very useful writing suggestions
and to Beth (aka Ivory), who beta-read the story a second time
in order to allow me to publish it on this site
(I really appreciate your help - and your kind comments, too - you're just
Then merci mille fois to my sister Nicky,
because she's the one who had the very good idea to
buy the Harry Potter books and tell me I should read them too
(bisous et "smiley câlin" ŕ toi, ma "presque-jumelle").
This fanfiction is dedicated to Akari (also known as
my favourite Italian fanfiction author,
who's also become a very good friend of mine
(tante grazie per avermi incorragiata a riprendere la scrittura!)
I strongly recommend her stories (published on her
to anyone who understands Italian (or French, since I translate them)
and has nothing against Sirius/Remus slash.
They're really worth reading.
Well, I've already been too talkative. Here's my first
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1 - The
It arrived in late
August, about ten days before the end of the summer holiday. When her mother
told her there was an owl waiting in the living room with a parchment envelope
that it refused to give to anyone else, Lily thought it was her school book list
– the last one, as she was going to start her seventh year at Hogwarts. She
already felt quite melancholy about that, by the way. She found it hard to
believe six years had passed since her first journey on the Hogwarts Express and
guessed that June would come too soon once again. More than ever, actually. This
was going to be an entire year of last times: last reunion with her friends on
platform Nine and Three Quarters, last Sorting Ceremony, last Halloween feast,
last Christmas decorations, last Hogsmeade visits... but before all of that,
last shopping afternoon in Diagon Alley.
She was already
thinking of asking Joanne Stonewall and Sandra Griffin to meet there in a few
days when she took the letter the owl had brought and saw it wasn't from
Blue ink...Lily had
been so sure she was going to see the familiar emerald green words traced by
Professor McGonagall's quill that she stared at the envelope for many long
seconds wondering who could write to her with blue ink as if it was the
strangest colour you could imagine to use in a letter.
Joanne always wrote
in purple – and this didn't look like her handwriting, anyway. It was much
more legible. Joanne's hadn't changed at all in six years: it was still so
childishly wavering that even Lily, who was used to it, had trouble
understanding it sometimes.
something wrong, darling?"
Only by hearing the
tone of her mother’s concerned voice did Lily realize she had been frowning,
eyes still fixed on the blue letters.
"No, Mum, it's
nothing. I'm just surprised. I've never received any Owl that wasn't from Joanne
or from Hogwarts. And I can't guess who sent me this."
see if you just read the letter!"
Mrs Evans was
smiling now. But Lily wondered if her mother was right to think there was
nothing to worry about, after all. She nodded silently then, frowning again, she
turned back to her bedroom.
She sat down on her
bed, thinking. That handwriting reminded her of
something, but she didn't know what. It definitely wasn't Joanne's, and Sandra
never wrote letters; being Muggle-born too, she
rather used a phone than a quill.
So who? Her mother
was right, of course; she could have her questions answered by simply reading.
But the conviction that she should have been able to guess stopped her from
following that logical suggestion. It would have felt a bit like cheating in a
quiz game. No way. It was a challenge to her memory and she had to find the
answer by herself.
She started drawing
up a mental list of all the people she had ever seen writing at school. At
least, since the letter had arrived by owl, it couldn't possibly be from someone
she would have met elsewhere. This would make the guess easier.
She was about to
admit that the little game was looking more and more like a waste of time when a
new name suddenly came into her mind - a name she would never have thought of if
she had carry on searching for the author of the letter among the people most
likely to have something to tell her. It could be...
But no, it couldn't
be him. He had no reason to...He wouldn't dare, would he?
She opened the
envelope at last, tearing it up in her haste to check the signature. But she
didn't even need to. She knew for sure when she saw the first line:
Dear Evans -
Only James Potter
could call her that.
Not that there
weren't lots of other boys who used the last names of everyone except their
closest friends, but he was the only one she could imagine adding
"Lily" right after, as to say "I've decided it's time to give up
the distant terms". And this handwriting did look like his, as far as she
He had never written
to her before, of course, but once she had seen an essay he had forgotten on a
table in the Gryffindor common room – and it was surprisingly legible. Before
that day, she had always thought that no boy could have neat handwriting, as
they usually didn't care about how their work looked. But James's was really
nice. She remembered quite well because it was the only thing she's ever liked
about that pretentious git.
How dare he send her
a letter? He knew she hated him! Or if he hadn't understood yet, he was the
stupidest guy in the world, in spite of the excellent marks he always got in
Dear Evans -
Honestly! She felt
like ripping the letter apart and throwing it away without reading more but she
couldn't fight her curiosity. As irritated as she was, she still wanted to know
what he wrote. To find some new reasons to hate him - or so she told herself.
thinking I shouldn't call you Lily, but I just can't call you Evans in a letter
like this one. I can't use a name so impersonal in a letter that's going to be
so personal. (Was
he going to tell her his life story? How interesting, really!) I say 'Evans'
in front of the others because it's what they expect me to do, but on my mind
you're always Lily. And you've been on my mind all summer... (Of course!
Very convincing!) No, in reality you've been on my mind for more than a year
now but I first wrote "all summer" because I have been thinking about
you every single minute of every single day since I last saw you, ages ago –
or so it feels – at King's Cross. (This was even better...And she was
supposed to believe it?!) I
still can picture that irritated look you gave me as your
only answer to my goodbye words. And I can't stand it anymore.
Lily nearly choked
with indignation. That was some cheek! Reproaching her for something when
he was the most unbearable person she ever met!
But she still didn't
rip the letter apart. She had to know what came next – just to see whether the
second paragraph was as ridiculous as the first, of course!
I think we should
talk – really talk, I mean – not fight as we always do. Because it can't go
on like that forever, can it? ("It doesn't bother me, Potter!" Lily hissed, wishing
he was in front of her so she could send him packing properly.) I know
you don't like me, ("This is the euphemism of the year !") and
I guess it's all my fault.
Lily had to read the
sentence a second time, then a third, to convince herself she wasn't dreaming.
James Potter admitting he's been wrong? Impossible!
But there was no
mistake. He really wrote those incredible words – and even more:
The way I act
when you're around is quite foolish, I know it. I didn't realize it at first but
now…Well, I must have looked like a horrible show-off, haven't I?
("Oh yes, you have!" Lily said out loud with a little laugh of
amusement that surprised her) You don't have to answer that. I can hear what
you're thinking: "Oh yes, you have!", isn't that true? (Lily
really laughed this time. She didn't feel angry anymore.) And you're right. I
am terribly show-off sometimes. ("Sometimes?!") I like being
admired, I confess. Especially by girls. But the problem is it has never worked
on you. I should have known. You're not like the others. I did all those stupid
things to impress you and as a result... you despise me, don't you? ("Oh,
what gave you that impression?") You don't have to answer that either. I
know you do. You told me already. Lots of times. And it hurts. I hate saying
that but I promised myself I'd be honest, so I've got to tell you. It does hurt.
Because I like you. ("Oh, great!") I mean I really like
you - fancy you - probably love you, actually.
This was a real
shock. Lily didn't even know whether she should laugh again or scream in
indignation. The only thing she was sure of was that James Potter had plenty of
nerve. That certainly wasn't news, but this time he had gone
Did he really
believe she was stupid enough not to suspect anything? After all, she had seen
him with at least half a dozen girls during the previous school year. Now he was
probably tired of those little idiots who giggled as he passed and watched him
with a sort of devotion just because he had almost never lost a Quidditch match.
He could date any of them whenever he wanted – and he surely did. So he wasn't
interested in them anymore. So he challenged himself to try and pick up another
kind of girl, for once. Or maybe it was a bet with his friends. In any case,
that letter was completely absurd.
Lily read the last
few lines mechanically, still wondering how James could have thought she might
believe he meant all that.
don't know if it makes sense saying you love someone who hates you, but I can't
get you out of my mind and I've never felt this way before... It's quite weird.
And sad, too, because you don't even want to talk to me.
("Oh, poor baby !") I wish I could talk to you. I wish we could
make things right so I won't have to endure another year of furious looks and
hurtful words. ("Here we go again ! You'd think the fault is mine
!") Please give me a chance. Let me show you I'm not only the bloody git
you think I am. ("Oh, and what else are you, then ?") And go
out with me, will you ? (Sigh. Would he ever understand?)
you on the Hogwarts Express. ("Alas!") Love. (No comment.)
Well. Now she had to
find an answer that would make him understand how shocked and angry she was. Or
maybe she should just not write back at all, because he didn't deserve the
She couldn't decide.
It seemed to her that a dignified silence would have more impact than anything
she would write, but her quick temper made her feel like addressing him in
another one of those biting replies of hers. Just like when he first asked her
out and she said no, never, not even if she had to choose between him and the
Giant Squid. Her friends were doubled up with laughter at hearing that, but they
didn't really understand. And Joanne's younger sister did go out with James
Potter a few months later. Lily hadn't talked to her much ever since. She didn't
stay with him for more than three or four weeks, but that was not the point.
Linda Stonewall simply fell in Lily's esteem the moment she became James
Potter's, girlfriend and this couldn't change just because she wasn't anymore.
After all, if it had been all up to her, she would probably still be. And she
hadn't even enough good sense to blame him for playing with her heart, because
her heart hadn't had much to do with that. She
had only been proud to be seen with him, the Quidditch star...
the Quidditch star's going to learn he can't always win!" Lily promised
herself. "It's high time that someone put his feet back on the ground."
~ * ~
Those words, when
she repeated them to Joanne and Sandra while they were having ice creams at
Florean Fortescue's, triggered their first giggles of the year.
Lily didn't really
feel like laughing, but staying serious when her friends weren't was simply
It started like it
nearly always did: some words that Lily said without meaning to be funny,
Sandra's usual amused smile, Joanne asking why Sandra was smiling, then Joanne's
inimitable pearls of laughter when she understood - which happened most
often before one of the others had time to explain.
Only Sandra could
catch (or imagine) Lily's involuntary humour, and only Joanne could make them
all cry with laughter for something that insignificant.
Everyone was looking
at them now, probably wondering who those crazy girls were who made so much
noise Or perhaps they all knew and weren't even surprised. Especially the
Gryffindors that had been awoken with a start so many times in six years when
the same happened during the long conversations that the Three Mad Laughers (as
they called themselves) had until late at night in their dormitory.
someone...who's always...showing off...on a broomstick!" Joanne hiccupped
between her roars of laughter. "I...I imagine…Lily...charging into him…like
a bull...to make him fall of his broom!"
"I don't think
his feet would be first to hit the ground, then!" Sandra managed to point
out in a faint voice.
She could hardly
breathe, and Lily was in the same state. They tried to be more discreet than
Joanne, and it always ended with stitches in their sides.
down!" Lily implored as Joanne's loud laughter echoed worse than ever.
please stop, you're killing us!" Sandra added.
But this wasn't what
Lily has meant.
There was a group of
Hufflepuff Fourth years at the table next to theirs and the two girls were part
of the "James Potter Fan Club", though they were both related to
Phoebus Garland, the Hufflepuff Seeker.
Lily was sure they
would tell everyone if they heard her making fun of their idol. And she didn't
want him to know before she had the opportunity
to throw in his face the most cutting words she could find. In front of his
friends. And of as many people as possible. That would be much better than
writing, and even better than ignoring him all year long. He might even
understand what it feels like when someone humiliates you publicly, and finally
stop tormenting Severus Snape. Not that she had any liking for the Slytherin -
she felt much less sorry for him since the day he called her a Mudblood when she
had just defended him - but James Potter's behaviour was unworthy of a
Gryffindor and she would not let him taint the honour of their House on the
pretext that the Slytherins were all potential Dark Wizards.
now there was also that letter. She took it as an insult, because he obviously
thought she was an idiot or he wouldn't believe his manoeuvre could work. The
more she thought about it the more she felt like punctuating her future speech
with a good slap.
At least now she was
perfectly serious again. She must even look very angry because Joanne's laughter
faded instantaneously when their eyes met.
"Oh! What's the
matter, Lily?" she asked, and Sandra stared at their friend with a
questioning look too.
about..." Lily began.
She glanced at the
two Hufflepuff girls, who seemed to have taken up their own conversation, and
continued in a lower voice:
"You know, it's
still about him...I was going to tell you, by the way. I've got a good
reason – I mean a new one – to think it's time to...well..."
"To get him off
his broom?" Sandra suggested with another of her famous smiles.
Joanne let out a
"No! Please not
again! It's really important. He..."
Lily never finished
the last sentence. The others followed the direction of her gaze and saw that
Linda was coming towards them with her friend Cybela Adams, a Ravenclaw Sixth
year just like Linda herself.
should have waited for us," Linda said in a
falsely reproachful tone.
She and Cybela took
seats to join the three Gryffindors, sure they wouldn't mind.
How were they
supposed to know? In spite of what Lily thought of Linda since she first
accepted a date with James Potter, the five girls still spent as much time
together as they always did. As Joanne and Linda were sisters, Lily didn't want
to separate them just because she disagreed with the youngest of them about a
boy. And then she had nothing against Cybela. So she merely avoided to comment
when Linda mentioned her former boyfriend.
But this time, of
course, she was very annoyed. Especially when Cybela asked why there were
laughing so much.
"We heard you
from the Apothecary!" Linda swore.
you?" Sandra commented. "I bet all Diagon Alley knows Joanne's here
"My dear sister
is horribly noisy," Linda approved. "And she has no manners, or she
wouldn't have started eating without me!"
Then she grabbed
Joanne's dish of half-melted ice cream.
"And she dares
to say I have no manners!" Joanne exclaimed while giving a little
slap on her sister's hand to make her let go of the spoon.
They all laughed.
The new Head Girl's watching you!" Cybela reminded them.
answering she'd rather not intervene in family quarrels, at least as long as it
was only about ice creams.
She had received her
badge three days before with the Hogwarts letter. Her parents were so proud –
and of course she was, too. The other Prefects were all Pure Blood witches, so
it was a double honour for her to have been chosen as the Head Girl. She only
wished she didn't look too proud. Petunia pretended she did, because she
had pinned the badge on her top to show it to their parents and hadn't taken it
off all day. But Petunia's snidey remarks didn't matter much. She was so
obviously jealous of the special attention their parents had paid to Lily in the
past six years that she had developed a real hatred towards all that
was connected to magic, even that Head Girl title Lily could have gotten
in a "normal" school as well.
However Lily hadn't
put the badge on that afternoon, even though it would have been quite logical to
do, as she was wearing her Hogwarts robes. She wanted to avoid at all costs
making people think she was showing off as James Potter was always doing. She
didn't even dare imagining him with a Head Boy badge... Fortunately it wouldn't
happen, since he wasn't a Prefect. It would have been ridiculous if he was,
anyway. According to Professor McGonagall, he and Sirius Black were the worse
troublemakers that Hogwarts have ever known. But their Transfiguration teacher
liked them all the same, which Lily couldn't understand. A woman so strict and
so serious should never bare two students that disturbed her class so often. But
as they were also brilliant... In addition the Professor was known to be very
interested in Quidditch. If she hadn't been so annoyed by James Potter's show,
Lily would still find extremely funny seeing Minerva McGonagall protesting with
vehemence when the Slytherin team cheated during a match versus Gryffindor.
look's going to terrify the First years!" Sandra exclaimed.
As she was thinking
of James, Lily had put on a scowling expression that was highly comical to her
"I wish it
worked on someone else, if you know what I mean," she said to Sandra in a
Linda and Cybela
were trying to decide what kind of ice cream they would order, and Joanne was
looking at the menu too, obviously considering having a second dish.
A moment later, just
as Lily was expecting, she asked whether she and Sandra wanted one too.
finished this one yet!" Sandra answered laughing (surely she had expected
Joanne's question, too). "And I think I couldn't eat more now."
I," Lily said. "So, if you don't mind, I'm going to shop again. Are
you coming, Sandy? When you've finished eating, of course. I need someone to
advise me about the birthday present I have to buy for my father."
In reality, Lily
knew very well what she would give her father. But she did need advice. About
~ * ~
believe it!" Sandra exclaimed.
alone," Lily sighed.
They were sitting on
a bench near Ollivander's. It wasn't the ideal place to have a private
conversation but it was the best they could find without going out of Diagon
Alley. At least it was far enough from Florean Fortescue's, the others wouldn't
see they weren't in a shop.
"What are you
going to do?" Sandra asked, handing the letter back to her friend.
Lily kept silent for
some seconds. If she had already come to a decision she wouldn't have let Sandra
read that collection of rubbish that was supposed to be a love letter.
"Do you think a
Head Girl is allowed to hit someone if they showed her a serious lack of
respect?" she asked eventually.
She was about to add
"You don't have to answer that – I already know", but she didn't,
because it would have sounded too much like she was quoting James.
Sandra didn't really
answer, anyway. She stared at her in puzzlement and asked another question:
you don't believe him?"
was nothing compared to Lily's. The red-haired girl looked as astonished as if
she had just seen Sirius Black shaking hand with Severus Snape. Or heard James
Potter saying he wasn't the only good Quidditch player in the school.
She had never
thought that Sandra – or Joanne, or anyone else – might not to share her
opinion. She didn't even see it as an opinion, actually. It seemed to her it was
evidence. But it was obviously not to Sandra.
think he means all that, can you?"
thought your problem was that you didn't know what to tell him," Sandra
explained. "Because I guess you still don't want to go out with him, but
you can't say it in the same way as you've always done since I'm sure you
wouldn't want to hurt anyone..."
Lily raised her eyes
weren’t even listening to me when I said I had a new reason to dislike him?"
was, but I forgot that when I read his letter. It's so...touching!"
She had said the
last word in a faltering voice, as if she was expecting Lily to scream – and
she probably was.
But there were
people around and Lily knew she mustn’t draw their attention.
she repeated, managing to put in that single, nearly whispered word a bit of the
incredulity, indignation and contempt she felt at the very thought of what James
had dared write to her. "Oh, he did a quite good job, that's true, but it
was nothing more. A boy like him doesn't even know what 'love' means."
pretend to know, actually," Sandra pointed out.
Lily thought for a moment. What did he write,
exactly? 'I don't know if it makes sense saying you love someone who hates
you'...Then 'It's quite weird'.
he doesn't," she admitted. "But he's trying to trap me
with fine words and I hate him for that more than for anything he did or said
before. And I'm going to let him know, you can be sure of that!"
* * *
Thanks to everyone who read, and see you soon for chapter 2.