HP fic!
Thank you, Snapefen, for inspiring me to write fic about Lily (more or less), and 
tulina , for prodding me into it.
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Title: Just A Laugh (1/5)
Fanverse: Just A Laugh (AU from shortly before SWM; each piece covers a different point of view and a slightly different point in time)
Blurb: Mulciber targets Lily instead of Mary.
Pairings/warnings: injury, references to racism, somebody disliking Snape (sadly, this is not facetious)
Length: drabble (208 words)
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Mary Macdonald
Lily was her friend. Not what Potter was to Black, not her entire world, but her friend. They'd spent most of their magical lives together, studying, shopping, talking. They'd become even closer in the last year, when everything seemed to be going mad. They were both Muggleborn. They knew what faced them beyond Hogwarts, and they knew each other.
Mary stared at Lily's empty bed. Maybe she was on some kind of prefect business. Maybe she was off snogging that horrible Slytherin boy, even if it didn't make any sense. But it didn't make sense that Lily would stay friends with him, either -- she had to know what he was like to people who weren't her. Especially to Muggleborns who weren't her. She just wouldn't see it.
Yes, that was probably it, disgusting as it seemed. Mary turned on her side, facing away from the bed, and shut her eyes.
It didn't help.
Mary took a deep breath. She didn't like to cause trouble, and there was nothing to say that there was trouble, but -- Lily was her friend. She knew her. She knew that Lily wouldn't disappear in the middle of the night without some kind of explanation. This wasn't like her.
Something was wrong.
tulina , for prodding me into it.
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Title: Just A Laugh (1/5)
Fanverse: Just A Laugh (AU from shortly before SWM; each piece covers a different point of view and a slightly different point in time)
Blurb: Mulciber targets Lily instead of Mary.
Pairings/warnings: injury, references to racism, somebody disliking Snape (sadly, this is not facetious)
Length: drabble (208 words)
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Mary Macdonald
Lily was her friend. Not what Potter was to Black, not her entire world, but her friend. They'd spent most of their magical lives together, studying, shopping, talking. They'd become even closer in the last year, when everything seemed to be going mad. They were both Muggleborn. They knew what faced them beyond Hogwarts, and they knew each other.
Mary stared at Lily's empty bed. Maybe she was on some kind of prefect business. Maybe she was off snogging that horrible Slytherin boy, even if it didn't make any sense. But it didn't make sense that Lily would stay friends with him, either -- she had to know what he was like to people who weren't her. Especially to Muggleborns who weren't her. She just wouldn't see it.
Yes, that was probably it, disgusting as it seemed. Mary turned on her side, facing away from the bed, and shut her eyes.
It didn't help.
Mary took a deep breath. She didn't like to cause trouble, and there was nothing to say that there was trouble, but -- Lily was her friend. She knew her. She knew that Lily wouldn't disappear in the middle of the night without some kind of explanation. This wasn't like her.
Something was wrong.