Seek, And Ye Shall Find (PG-13) [1/2]con_spireAugust 7 2011, 12:33:12 UTC
London, 1805
James Potter, Duke of Peverell, was furious. With a violence he did not know himself to possess, he flung open the dirty, flimsy Muggle door.
Lily's quarters were absolutely wretched. The woman herself was nestled in an armchair, a book propped open on her lap. She fixed her eyes on him, hardly attempting to veil her irritation.
"Your Grace," she said, wryly. With a flick of her hand, the room became a spacious, tastefully decorated bedchamber, all creme and gold and green.
"Dare not 'Your Grace' me, Lily," James said, clicking the door shut behind him. "I should have known - glamour charms were among your forte in Hogwarts."
"Well," Lily said. "You found me."
He had. He had, finally. He had searched everywhere - scoured the edges of Europe for her. And, smart girl, she had hidden all along in Muggle London, so near but so impossible to find. But indeed, he had managed it.
So James looked his fill. By Jove, there was never a more beautiful chit. Her long, wine-red hair was loose, falling in curls over her shoulder. The green eyes that haunted his every waking moment, though vivid with irritation, shot straight to his thundering heart.
"Lily," he breathed. She pursed her lips, pointedly returning her gaze to her book. Her insolence brought back his fury twofold. His righteous passions welled up in his throat, so many words vying for the opportunity to come into being.
"There is nothing for you here, Your Grace," Lily said suddenly, quietly. The spark that lit the fire.
"How dare you!" James barked, beginning to pace. "I cannot -- I can hardly utter it! You fool!" Restlessly, he tugged at his cravat, too consumed by his own emotional heat to bother with the physical manifestations of it. When it refused to budge, he whipped out his wand with a violent flick. The cravat flew across the room. "I have fought for you beyond compare. You called me out on my faults, and I quelled as much of them as I could. You made me love you - oh God -" With another flick of his wand, his greatcoat was banished. "I still love you, and I will never stop. But you left me, and you hid."
He changed directions hastily, madly, and made his way towards her. Lily looked up at him, eyes wide. The book had fallen out of her lap, but James barely noticed as his hands came to rest on her shoulders, caress her cheeks. "Silly girl," he whispered. "There is nowhere you can hide from me. By Jove, if I have to spill every drop of magical blood in me, I will. If only to keep you near."
As if coming to her senses abruptly, Lily shook him off, standing. With a shriek of frustration, she marched to the other side of the room, accidentally kicking down a vase but not seeming to care. "Your Grace," she said. "What more is there to say? Not only am I Muggleborn, but I am also a commoner." Her gaze was imploring. "Your blood pure in both magic and nobility, and I - I refuse to shame you!"
Lily's fists were clenching the fabric of her skirt; she trembled as she spoke. "Love will keep me from you. I will run from you, Your Grace, no matter how far, no matter how difficult it is: I will outstrip you." She sobbed, turning away so that he would not see her tears. "I cannot destroy your life, James."
James Potter, Duke of Peverell, was furious. With a violence he did not know himself to possess, he flung open the dirty, flimsy Muggle door.
Lily's quarters were absolutely wretched. The woman herself was nestled in an armchair, a book propped open on her lap. She fixed her eyes on him, hardly attempting to veil her irritation.
"Your Grace," she said, wryly. With a flick of her hand, the room became a spacious, tastefully decorated bedchamber, all creme and gold and green.
"Dare not 'Your Grace' me, Lily," James said, clicking the door shut behind him. "I should have known - glamour charms were among your forte in Hogwarts."
"Well," Lily said. "You found me."
He had. He had, finally. He had searched everywhere - scoured the edges of Europe for her. And, smart girl, she had hidden all along in Muggle London, so near but so impossible to find. But indeed, he had managed it.
So James looked his fill. By Jove, there was never a more beautiful chit. Her long, wine-red hair was loose, falling in curls over her shoulder. The green eyes that haunted his every waking moment, though vivid with irritation, shot straight to his thundering heart.
"Lily," he breathed. She pursed her lips, pointedly returning her gaze to her book. Her insolence brought back his fury twofold. His righteous passions welled up in his throat, so many words vying for the opportunity to come into being.
"There is nothing for you here, Your Grace," Lily said suddenly, quietly. The spark that lit the fire.
"How dare you!" James barked, beginning to pace. "I cannot -- I can hardly utter it! You fool!" Restlessly, he tugged at his cravat, too consumed by his own emotional heat to bother with the physical manifestations of it. When it refused to budge, he whipped out his wand with a violent flick. The cravat flew across the room. "I have fought for you beyond compare. You called me out on my faults, and I quelled as much of them as I could. You made me love you - oh God -" With another flick of his wand, his greatcoat was banished. "I still love you, and I will never stop. But you left me, and you hid."
He changed directions hastily, madly, and made his way towards her. Lily looked up at him, eyes wide. The book had fallen out of her lap, but James barely noticed as his hands came to rest on her shoulders, caress her cheeks. "Silly girl," he whispered. "There is nowhere you can hide from me. By Jove, if I have to spill every drop of magical blood in me, I will. If only to keep you near."
As if coming to her senses abruptly, Lily shook him off, standing. With a shriek of frustration, she marched to the other side of the room, accidentally kicking down a vase but not seeming to care. "Your Grace," she said. "What more is there to say? Not only am I Muggleborn, but I am also a commoner." Her gaze was imploring. "Your blood pure in both magic and nobility, and I - I refuse to shame you!"
Lily's fists were clenching the fabric of her skirt; she trembled as she spoke. "Love will keep me from you. I will run from you, Your Grace, no matter how far, no matter how difficult it is: I will outstrip you." She sobbed, turning away so that he would not see her tears. "I cannot destroy your life, James."
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