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Because I’m bored waiting for my dentist to call me up for surgery, here’s an excerpt (and proof that I have been writing it).

‘Are these your moves, Prongs,’ the other boy spoke up once more, ’because if they are, they’re shite.’ He positioned himself in the corner of the bed, next to Lily forcing James to move away from her a bit. ‘I’m Sirius Black by the way, but my friends call me Padfoot, and I’ve heard a lot about you, lovely Lily.’

Lily laughed, looking over at him. ‘I know who you are, you were only a few years ahead of me at Hogwarts, Sirius.’

‘Ouch,’ Sirius said, placing his hands over his chest, ‘I’m wounded, Evans.’ James rolled his eyes at his friends dramatics.

Sirius’ eyes held a glint to them that reminded her of James’ in a more broken, guarded sense. She wondered what had happened to cause that look.

‘I’d feel worse if you weren’t sharing a bed with us while mostly naked.’

So I kind of want to write a kidnapped, brainwashed by Death Eaters Lily (angsty, you know?) But part of me thinks I only thought of this idea because I’m avoiding doing like 10+ pages of essays for Monday. Thoughts? 

“I hate you,” she cried out as he held her tightly around the waist. He could hear the sound of the battle in the background, but all he could see was her. Her with the reddest hair he has ever seen and the green eyes their son had inherited. Freckles he had once had memorised. A face that held a look of revulsion at the sight of him which two years ago displayed love for him and Harry. “You disgust me, and I hate you, James Potter. You’re everything that’s wrong with this world.” He felt her struggle in his arms again as he moved towards the apparition spot that had been made by an insider.