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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 18, 2014 13:37:29 GMT -8

Post by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER on Jun 18, 2014 13:37:29 GMT -8

Breakfast. Seven in the morning on March 30th, 1977. The morning post was finally making its rounds and a letter had dropped right infront of him. The return address, St. Mungos. Flipping it over in his hand, James popped the rest of the grapes he had into his mouth. Looking over the envelope, he was suddenly thankful the gang wasn't here yet. Considering it was so early and he had Quidditch practice in a few minutes. Slipping his finger under the flap, he tore into the mail and pulled out a rather long sheet of parchment His eyes scanned over the words slowly and they stopped at one particular word, weeks. Not months, not years, weeks. James wasn't sure he was understanding the letter completely so he stuffed it back into his pocket quickly.

No longer hungry, James pushed away his plate and stood in the silence. The entire Great Hall seemed muted around him and the only thing he was registering was the heavy pounding in his ears, which was his heart pumping away. Everything was being drowned out by one word that kept repeating in his head. Weeks. That was when he realized everyone in the hall was staring. James had never felt so small before, so petty, so insignificant. Clearing his throat he looked around. "Carry on, nothing to see here, just... go back to your breakfast." Awkwardly he took a step back from the table and turned to leave the Great Hall, making his escape.

When out side he could feel his chest rising and falling heavily as he looked around completely lost. Looking around him he made sure that there were no prying eyes and he pulled the letter out again. Hand running through his hair, heart catching in his throat. What could progress so fast that there were only weeks? Anger. James had never felt so much rage in his life as he tore up the letter trying to get rid of any evidence, trying to make it all go away. Pulling his wand out he lit the pieces on fire.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 18, 2014 14:21:09 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 18, 2014 14:21:09 GMT -8

Sometimes she found herself watching him when they were in the Great Hall. The way the back of his head would tilt ever so slightly when he spoke to the person sitting next to him. The incredibly obnoxious way that he would wave his arms about when he was talking about Quidditch, no doubt. James Potter. Bellatrix often denied herself the simple pleasures of her existence for the mere fact that she was a Black and had her own family standards to uphold, but Potter had become a different story. She allowed herself to look at him when she pleased as they sat across from one another in the Great Hall...and what a painful existence it was. Gryffindor or not, she hadn’t been able to banish him from her own thoughts since they had spent the Christmas Holiday together in Italy. But looks were all that she allowed. Until today.

He rose to his feet, momentarily looking like a lion upon a rock, staring down across his savannah. Until Bella realized that there was something far different at play here. He was not the valiant leader of the House of Godric Gryffindor in that moment, but a statue upon a pedestal: standing completely still as the entire world looked on in artistic shock. He seemed frozen in that moment and so was she. Bells’ eyes were stuck on him, like honey to the man-eating fly. He said something, but it was lost amongst the gap between the tables, and then he practically ran out of the Hall.

“What a freak-” Alecto Carrow said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she went back to eating. But Bella couldn’t bring herself to raise her fork any higher than it already was.

“Absolutely.” She agreed. There were thoughts swimming in her head that she refused to banish, however. Lecto continued eating, but Bells slammed her fork down onto the table, “Lec, I’ve got a Prefect’s run to attend to. Potter’s probably up to no good with his scum excuses for friends.” She growled, grabbing her bag and adjusting her badge. Lec looked like she was about to protest, but Bells didn’t stick around to hear what she had to say, “Don’t wait up.” She called as she walked out of the Great Hall.

Her oxford-clad feet clicked against the marbled floors of Hogwarts as she followed the sound of James’ own footsteps. The Entrance Hall. She stopped before she turned the corner, holding her hands against the wall as if she was waiting to attack. She heard the sound of paper being ripped and slipped past the wall, revealing herself to the other boy, “Potter.” Her voice was meant to sound harsh, to disguise the fact that she was confused and perhaps even moderately concerned about the pureblood Gryffindor that now stood in front of her, sending rain of fiery parchment showering over them. Green eyes trailed a piece that floated front of her eyes before she caught it, examining the crisped St. Mungo’s insignia, “What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?” It was then that her green eyes found his for the first time in months.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 18, 2014 15:00:11 GMT -8

Post by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER on Jun 18, 2014 15:00:11 GMT -8

Ears not even recognizing the faint click of shoes on the stony floor, he didn't look up. James was totally engrossed in the ashed parchment before him. His hazel eyes following the burnt paper as it fell to the floor. Until he saw shoes. There was someone there. Watching him. Then her voice, it was all familiar to him. This situation. Bellatrix Black, as much as he wanted her to be the bane of his existence, he felt an odd pull in his chest. Out of every single person in the entire school, she was the one who came running after him. Not one of the Marauders, not Lily or Alice. No. A Slytherin. Clearing his throat, he gave her an oddly sadistic smile and he shrugged.

"I had the urge to see what Ministry Documents looked like when they burned. Needless to say my hypothesis was incorrect. It burns like normal parchment. I thought it would burn blue with a puff of smoke, yielding the ministry seal, but I was mistaken." Cracking a grin he rolled his shoulders and neck, a small popping noise filling the walkway. Opening his again, he caught her brilliant green ones. She knew he was lying, he knew that she knew. And in that moment his mind reeled back to that night in Italy. It was one of the best Christmas gifts he'd ever received and was surprised that she cooperated. Swallowing sharply, James looked down at the paper, the St. Mungos seal still very visible and he kicked it away into the rest of the ash.

"Fuck it, right? That's what you're supposed to do when stricken with terrible news. Fuck it all. Or am I extremely wrong in thinking that? What do you do Black? Shut down your feelings? Block everything out. What if I just want to feel it all? Every ounce of the pain that I'm facing." He scanned her face, and in an instant he didn't give one solid fuck if people saw the two of them. It wasn't that big of a secret, okay so maybe it partially was. Grabbing her by the wrists he pulled her in and kissed her, in a hungry state. His only thought, 'please just hit me so I know this isn't a dream.'

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Last Edit: Jun 18, 2014 15:03:36 GMT -8 by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 18, 2014 17:35:17 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 18, 2014 17:35:17 GMT -8

For a moment, Bells just stood there, turning over the piece of burnt envelope in her hand. She wasn’t sure that there was anything to say after what she had already offered. Her heart was thundering in her chest, reminding her that the reason she hadn’t sought out the company of James Potter after Christmas had been because of this very feeling. The speediness of her heart, the way she felt slightly woozy every time his hazel eyes seemed to lock onto her own piercing green ones.

She could see it in the way that he rolled his shoulders, the dangerous look that seemed to fester in the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t being entirely truthful and she couldn’t say that she entirely blamed him. It seemed like something he didn’t want to talk about. “They’re too stifling for cheap tricks like that. Who do you think they are, Potter? It’s St. Mungo’s.” She held up the small piece that she had left and let it fall from her fingertips, slowly blowing around in the stale air of the Entrance Hall before it fell at his feet as she called him out on his lie. Her voice was even toned and clear, showing no signs that she was any more invested in this one particular boy than anyone else. This could have been another Prefect/Student encounter for all the sometimes passerby knew.

Terrible news? Bells couldn’t get a read on what he was talking about. He looked fine...then again, people struck with Dragon Pox often looked fine up until a few days before they passed. Was he dying? Was that what this was all about? Perhaps he had contracted it from a mudblood...typical. But his face read something different, something much worse. Why was he asking her for advice? What could he possibly need her for? Why-

His hands were on her wrists, pulling her forcefully toward him as if he was a magnet and she was the polar opposite end. His lips were on hers - forcing them apart in a moment of unforeseen passion. She could taste the anger hot on his lips - and somehow she wondered if that was the way that she tasted. Bitterness and resentment, so angry all the time. Simultaneously terrifying and incredible at the same time - just like that night they had spent together.

Amidst the kiss, her fingers found his hand and pressed themselves into the spaces between his fingers before pulling away. Red tie against emerald - standing there, together in the hall for all to see. She could feel adrenaline in her veins, practically seizing her, “Fuck you.” She breathed. Before she pushed James away from the pile of ashes and into one of the off-shoot corridors, but for some reason, her fingers remained entwined in his, “Don’t you dare lay a hand on me ever again, you filty-” She wiggled her hand free and pressed it to his chest and then tapped his wand-hand, “If you want to start feeling things, at least use it to your advantage. Let it fuel you. Here. Pain, passion, emotion. That’s the reason you lose every time, pet. You don’t feel it enough. Let it come so close to destroying you and then Keep. Going.” Here she was telling him why she would beat him in a duel every time....why? What had she to gain?

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 19, 2014 23:32:09 GMT -8

Post by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER on Jun 19, 2014 23:32:09 GMT -8

Out of all the people in the entire school, Bellatrix Black was the only one that knew who the letter was from. And he wanted to keep it that way. Even if it meant they were the last two on Earth to survive. James licked his lips as he looked into her vibrant green eyes, pleading for her compliance. As her hand slowly found his, he could feel the fire rise from the pit of his stomach. She was everything that he hated, everything that he had ever wanted. And now that Rodolphus seemed to be out of the picture, she was vulnerable. He needed her.

As she pushed him away, he grinned to her wickedly pulling her toward him. Tilting his head down to look at the slender hand pressed against his chest, he breathed in. The alluring scent of myrrh, filling his nostrils, intoxicating every part of his body. Lily had been a decent lay, but she was too nice, too sweet and innocent. That night was pushed out of his mind as he lay eyes on the dangerous woman before him. Slipping his wand into his palm, James scanned across the corridor and then back to her.

With his free hand he slipped it across the back of her neck, underneath her midnight curls clinging onto every single word she spoke. Looking at the wall behind her, James pulled her in and turned to whisper into her ear. "You're telling me to let it consume me. Let the way you make me feel, consume and swallow me whole. Embrace it." He could feel the hum of her body against his.

It's been ages since they were in such close proximity, and he was going to savor every single second of it. James pushed Bellatrix's hair behind her ear and leaned in, pressing his forehead to the side of her head. "Bells," he whispered softly, "you make me feel everything, you make me feel distaste, self-loathing, anguish, passion. But above all you make me feel emotion, I've just been to terrified to act on it." Again, James let his hazel eyes wander all over her face. Taking in those fearsome features, keeping his wand in hand and one on her. He leaned in again kissing across her jaw. "You make me feel adoration and I hate it."
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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 20, 2014 7:07:16 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 20, 2014 7:07:16 GMT -8

James’ wicked grin set something alight within Bellatrix. If there was ever a man who seemed to simultaneously vex and intrigue her, it was Potter. James Potter. His name was a foreign concept in her brain. The look in his eyes caused her to nod; she would keep his secret, although her psyche begged for her to know more. What had turned her lion away from his pride and spiraling toward the snake? This was not how the story was supposed to go. The prince was supposed to hate the spiteful evil witch and bring about her demise, he was to slay the dragon, and rescue the girl that was waiting for him atop a high tower. But instead, here the prince was - lost in a world in which she was the only one who understood him. Oh James, I am no place for living things.

Bella should have objected to the nickname. She should have told him where he could shove it. But something in the way that the name fell from his lips seemed to feel right. They both spoke of the prospect of embracing the very things that they tried to fight. But, could she let him close enough to destroy her without being consumed herself? His body was pressed against hers, his wand near the back of her neck, his lips brushing against her ear every time he spoke. There it was. The confession that had been months coming. He felt something more for her than just the part of hatred that they played, “I have spent years loathing you, Potter. Why are you then the only one who understands what it is to be so full of something else?” She breathed in return, closing her eyes as she reveled in his closeness, “You have ruined me. Entirely. And yet-” Her eyes fluttered back open, “I don’t want to stay away any longer.”

Her heart was thundering in her chest as James whispered into her ear. It was true - for years they had feuded, professing that they hated one another, when in all actuality there was a certain draw that always seemed to bring them together. Dueling at midnight when no one else was around. It had become more than prejudice fight between them - it had become a need to see one another, to test the boundaries that they continually played into, “Do be quiet.” She breathed, grabbing his face and forcing it directly forward. For a moment, she did nothing but stare into his hazel eyes, “Someone might hear you, James.”

Somewhere deep inside of her there was the same pain. The pain of losing her father, of losing Rodolphus, of losing Zeke. The pain of being marked. The pain of near rejection by Andromeda. It burned through her in that moment as she allowed herself to feel exactly what she wanted to. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled James’ lips to hers again, the fire spreading rapidly, igniting something in her that she had yet to feel since Italy brought them together.

So lost was her prince.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 20, 2014 11:13:39 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 11:13:39 GMT -8

all the row boats in the paintings,
they keep trying to row away,
and the captains' worried faces,
stay contorted and staring at the waves.

Morning… morning… Sirius could feel that it was still early just from the atmosphere in the air. He unstuck his face from his drool-soaked pillow as the rising sunshine hit him directly in the eyes. His bed was angled perfectly so that every morning the sun would fall across his face if he hadn’t closed the curtains around it. It hadn’t been his original bed but he had lost that one in a bet against one of his dorm-mates. He wasn’t one to go back on his word so he had switched. If he closed the curtains it wasn’t an issue but he occasionally forgot due to just crashing when he went to bed or due to having a conversation with one of his mates before he fell asleep. Or just from irritating everyone with non-stop chatter, which happened too. He figured he may as well get up now or else he would sleep until late afternoon. Sirius leaned over his bed and grabbed his shoe. He aimed for James’ bed. If Sirius had to be awake, so did his best mate. It was only fair that they suffered dawn together. However when his eyes defogged from sleep he quickly realized that James wasn’t in his bed. Groggily, he got up and dressed. Perhaps it was a Quidditch practice day or maybe James was just practising by himself. Sirius looked enviously at the other young men still sleeping in their bed.

He hopped down the stairs, trying to wake up his brain. No one was in the dormitory either, much to his disappointment. He hated having to go eat by himself. It always seemed lonely and pathetic. He shrugged it off and made his way through the nearly empty corridors – blimey, how early was it exactly? Sirius hadn’t even bothered to check the time. He tried not to think about it. If the sun was in the sky it meant that food was on the table and that was the only thing he cared about as his stomach made loud noises that he was sure to wake the castle. Just before he got to the end of the hallway that would lead to the front entrance and then the Great Hall, his eyes fell upon the back of the head of a familiar greasy-haired student. Out of all the people Sirius hated, Sirius loved to hate Snape the most.

“Oi, isn’t going to breaky with hair that greasy against Health & Safety Regulations or something?” he called out in an antagonizing manner. “Or are you just going to drip it onto your bacon for some extra flavour?” Sirius skipped ahead like he was joining a mate. There was no one else around so he figured, why not? It was too early for any sort of duel and he hoped that Snape had a mutual understanding for that sentiment. Besides, Sirius wasn’t even pulling out any of his true and deep insults. It was nothing curse-worthy, but Snape had the tendency of being able to switch his emotions like a light switch. Sirius found it difficult to be around Snape because he couldn’t really bother him as much as he cared to – although Snape was bound to secrecy concerning Remus, Sirius always figured that Snape wasn’t the most reliable of blokes, and who knew what he might say while hanging by his ankles?

Just as he caught up, the two of them rounded the corner. It took Sirius a moment to register what he was seeing. He saw immediately that his cousin’s arms were wrapped around someone… she was kissing him even. “Woah, didn’t even know Bellatrix had the capability of feeling romantic emotion,” he muttered to Snape as if they were buddies. It was just automatic. Bellatrix was more of a true enemy than Snape, in Sirius’ eyes. Snape was just an easy target: Bellatrix was an actual danger. He snickered for a second. “Wonder who the poor bloke is that she’s reeled - ” he cut himself off as he recognized the stance of the young boy whose back was to them, the way that his hair stuck up in the back.

Forgetting Snape instantly, Sirius took a few heavy steps forward with his hand out like he was trying to save James. He put his arm down and put his hands in his pocket and let out a laugh that came out much too forced. “Is this supposed to be some sort of joke? Because if it is, I have to admit, mate, I think you’ve finally managed to go a little too far. How in the world did you ever get this wench to go along with it? I’m pretty sure her sense of humour died the same time her morals did.” He took another step forward cautiously. A part deep inside couldn’t figure out how this was a prank. They were alone, it was early morning, and Sirius hadn’t been lured here. His heart began to pound painfully within his chest but he needed an explanation first. His first emotion was anger, but this was James, after all. His best mate – he couldn’t just lose it that quickly. The man was essentially his brother. He deserved the chance to explain himself. “And by that I mean around the same time she was born.” He bit his lip as if he were trying to wake from a nightmare. His grey eyes found James’ hazel ones and he tried to blur out everything in the room. He wanted to ignore Snape behind him or Bellatrix who was right there.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 20, 2014 12:38:23 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 12:38:23 GMT -8

Severus did not think he had gotten one solid night's sleep this month. His pale skin had a particularly feverish pallor as he rose with the first murky light of dawn. It could be difficult to tell when day broke in the Slytherin dorms, since the sun had to filter down through the lake to reach them, but it did not take much to disturb his rest anymore. He opened his eyes as instinctively as if someone had called his name. He had lain in his bed for a while, savoring a delicious moment of peace. His mind replayed what had taken place only the day before, as if to remind himself that it was not a dream. Even across the length of the castle, he could feel the touch of Lily's lips as vividly as if she was there, kissing him awake. Slowly, he had gotten up and dressed. Everyone else was still sound asleep while he crept out of into the dungeon halls. He walked as though one in a dream, eyes unseeing, a quixotic smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Before he had even reached the Entrance Hall proper, he was accosted by an all-too-familiar voice over his shoulder, but not even the taunts of Sirius Black could touch him anymore. Snape turned his head, though he hardly seemed to perceive his adversary at all. His mind lingered elsewhere, on sweeter things. Black caught him up, and for a brief moment, it almost appeared as though their mutual hatred was forgotten. Sirius was in a lazy, merciful mood and Severus was too buoyed up to let his nemesis drag him down from his cloud. They turned the corner side-by-side, a most rare sight indeed but none so bizarre as the one that awaited them. It took Severus a long time to process what he was seeing, but Sirius cottoned on faster. Black staggered forward, and as the snogging couple broke apart, Snape finally realized what was going on. His dreamy bubble burst in a great flare of anger.

He should have cared that it was Bellatrix that James had been kissing. He ought to have realized what he was about to do would end with three of the best duelists in the school ganging up on him. Severus should have known that he was about to make a very, very stupid mistake... But all he could see was Potter's sickening face, and all he could think about was what he had done – not with Bellatrix, but to Lily. White hot fury surged up inside of his veins and he lost control. His wand flew into his hand, wasting no time to mince words with the man he now hated more than any other alive. "Confringo!" he screamed, a blast of fire shooting from his wand.

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EDIT tiny change for continuity to the timing

Last Edit: Jun 25, 2014 16:08:07 GMT -8 by Deleted

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 20, 2014 16:30:56 GMT -8

Post by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER on Jun 20, 2014 16:30:56 GMT -8

There is was, the answer he needed from her. The encouragement he needed to feel alive, when two people he was very fond of were dying. James should be mourning, he should be pushing all of his own personal matter behind him, but he was selfish in that sense. Seeing as there was nothing he could do in order to prevent it. He had to live with it, and oddly Bellatrix Black made every ounce of pain go away.

Soft smooth hands lined either side of his face as he stared on at her. She was beautiful, and he was so fucking glad that Rodolphus let her go. Suddenly her lips were on his and a jolt of electricity pulsed through his system. James had nothing else to say to Bellatrix Black, but he wanted to enjoy the taste of her lips on his. Stepping forward he pressed her against the wall his wand hand still resting on the back of her neck. His other palm forward on the stony exterior, holding her, embracing her. James parted his lips and urged her to do the same. Snogging wasn't illegal and they were both considered adults.

After a few moments a familiar voice had rung through his head. Turning around slowly, wand still in hand he looked to his best mate. Or who he thought was his best mate. "What the fuck does it look like Black?" James spat rather defensively. Heart hammering in his chest that he had been caught, he was stuck like a fly. "And what the hell are you doing walking around with Snivellus? Have you lost your nerve?" There was a tone in his voice that he wanted to forget. Was it possible for him to forget the entire day? He wasn't sure, but this was all the cherry at-top the ice-cream sundae.

Before he could say anything else a blast of fire came straight for him and caught him off guard. Spell connecting with arm, sleeve alight, climbing to his chest and shoulders. He roared back in a rage, flames licking at the flesh of his face. The smell of crisped hair filling his nostrils and he rose his wand sharply aiming at the both of them. "Everte Statum!"

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 21, 2014 16:16:33 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 21, 2014 16:16:33 GMT -8

It was what she had been waiting for since they had returned from Italy. The same fire Bells felt back then she felt now - the same intensity that burned through her veins and tore her up inside because James Potter was indeed...James Potter. He was her sweetest Prince and darkest desire. The man that truly understood what it was to be so powerful, so full of anger and emotion; the one who understood that behind her dangerous exterior, there was also a living breathing girl. Like in Italy, she didn’t want it to end, for she feared as soon as it did, her Prince would be off running in the other direction toward the Princess that he deserved. However, their brief moment in time was no sooner interrupted by a confused intruder.

There was a viable reaction when Bella heard the other voice in the corridor; her muscles seemed to seize as she realized that they had indeed been caught, arms wrapped around one another, lips moving in synchronized harmonies. Caught with her hands dripping in the red blood of the house of Gryffindor. Blood Traitor. Was it him that she was accusing? Or herself? She couldn’t forget her cousin’s voice even if she tried. Green eyes slowly meeting the pair that stood before her, she was surprised to see that Sirius had managed to recruit Severus to join him. Mistakes. “Merlin’s beard! Neither of you have respect for private conversations, do you? Shouldn't you be off braiding each other’s hair?” There was a secret thrill that Bells was snogging Sirius’ best friend - a certain stab to his ego she knew it must have resulted in. But she knew things about James that Sirius would never know - things that he could never know.

As soon as the words left both Severus and James’ lips, she felt her senses begin to take over. Here with Potter at her right, she seemed to be in her element. The spell hit her parter’s arm, but Bells didn’t bother to check on him - he was a capable duelist, even more so of taking care of himself. She didn’t feel the need to coo over him. Instead, she knew that now was her time to strike. Cackling with the delight of a tight, her fingertips were immediately on her wand, drawing it over her head as she assumed her dueling stance: wand arm raised and held back above her head as she balanced her arm extended toward her cousin and housemate. Through the confusion that had suddenly interrupted, the raven-haired Slytherin mulled over the situation, “Cousin Sirius, I understand. But Jamsie, what have you done to pet Severus? He’s positively vile!” She lifted her chin ever so slightly as she shifted her feet to keep a steady balance, her wand slowly moving back and forth between the pair as she contemplated where to send her anger.

James’ spell seemed to have missed the pair of them and while he was reeling, it was her turn to strike. She only had a few seconds of thought before she would have to act. Who was the larger target here? Sirius knew his way around a wand, but Severus? Severus seemed to be uncontrollably angry. Quickly she sifted her wand toward her housemate, “Flipendo!” She growled, the blue spell erupting from her wand and flying toward Snape.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 21, 2014 21:02:01 GMT -8 BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK likes this

Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 21:02:01 GMT -8

Sirius became more confused and in a much quicker way when the events unfolded after he had walked in on his best mate - his brother - snogging not only his cousin but his worst enemy. The hardest part wasn't accepting James kissing Bellatrix, but what came after. He had completely forgotten about Snape until it was too late. He tried to reach forward and stop the idiot but he had already cursed. Sirius watched with wide eyes as flames shot toward James. He let out a shout that seemed to go unheard.

His mouth dropped open at James' words - this was clearly something serious. He had never seen that look of anger within his best mate's hazel eyes, had never heard such repulsion in James' words towards him. Sirius suddenly felt childish again and he was admittedly stunned. What had he done to receive such a hateful response? "Look, mate, if you're really that into her, I -" he was cut off when James sent a curse towards him and Snape. Sirius managed to roll and duck for cover but even as he was doing so he was praying to Merlin that this was some sort of elaborate prank. How had his and James' friendship deteriorated so quickly? Had a resentment been brewing in James this whole time and was now letting it out now? Sirius searched his mind for an answer. Bellatrix's high pitched insults were muffled in his ear. He only remembered that something much more serious was going on when he witnessed Snape land right on his arse nearby. Without even thinking, he went over to Snape and grabbed him by the collar before punching him hard across the jaw. "Don't you ever curse my best -" the words caught in his throat and his gaze returned to the unlikely pair before him. Sirius had yet to even take out his wand. It just hadn't occurred to him. Sirius lay his hands palm-up in front of himself in a surrendering gesture. He didn't want to do this. Not now, not ever.

There was a part of him that believed that he could defeat James in a duel, Snape too. They were both very accomplished duelists, but not on the same level as himself and Bella. He knew he had every potential to be wrong, and besides, he didn't want any of this in the first place. Sirius had just making jokes at Bella's expense, and now they seemed like they were in an all-out war.

"James," he didn't want to refer to him as his surname as James had just momentarily did to him. "What's all this? What's going on? I mean, clearly you're snogging my dear cousin, but is that why you're angry? Look mate, Bella and I have been at each other's throats since day one, this isn't new... but this... this isn't you." He tried to sound as calming as he could despite the fact that his hands were shaking. "Whatever it did, I'm sorry... Merlin, I'm sorry for any of it. I'd hate myself if I let something come between us whether it's some misunderstanding or a broad or anything. Let's not do this."

Sirius felt angry but more because he had to sure vulnerability in front of Bella. It felt like someone had taken hold of his heart and was squeezing it tightly. He realized he found it difficult to breathe. The only reason why he was avoiding cursing Bella was because he wasn't completely daft ... he knew that would only antagonize James more. Out of the two, Sirius had a worse temper than James so being able to witness him like this was rather terrifying,

He met James' eyes. "Please."

Notes: replace "Bella" with "BELLATRIX" because as you can see, my computer keeps autocorrecting it to all caps.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 22, 2014 0:47:48 GMT -8 ? QUINN likes this

Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 0:47:48 GMT -8

Potter fired back, but Snape was ready for him. He dodged away from Black, out of the way of Potter's retaliatory curse. He did even process that the spell had been aimed at both him and for Sirius. In his single-minded loathing, Sev was blind to all else. That tunnel vision cost him. Bellatrix, all-but-forgotten, caught him completely off-guard with her jinx. A force like a punch to the chest knocked the wind out of him and sent him crashing down to the floor. He was still gasping for air when he was heaved upward by Black, who promptly slugged him in the jaw. Severus crumpled again the moment he was released, wheezing as he spat out blood. His lip had split open, and he dragged a hand across the tender skin to wipe away the blood there, too.

"Fuck you," he hissed at Black, but his ferocious stare was fixed unwaveringly on Potter. Severus scrambled to his feet. "You're defending him, after that? He's the one betraying you! And you, Bellatrix! Do either of you know the first thing about the man you're defending?! Do you know THE THINGS HE'S DONE?!" His voice had risen with every word until he was screaming.

Snape was pale and shaking with rage. He hated Potter for more reasons than he could count. His arrogance, his privilege, his cruelty... For the way James had treated him from the very first; how he had the perfect family, the perfect life, got whatever he wanted – and used all of that to bully, and belittle, and still make himself out as a paragon. But more than anything else, Severus hated him for Lily. What he had done could not be forgiven... And now here he was, moving in on Bellatrix Black? He had stolen Lily's virtue, and it meant nothing to him; just another trophy for his shelf! Snape was seeing red. With murderous intent, he sliced his wand through the air. A deep gash was slashed into the wall behind Potter. In his fury Sectumsempra had missed its target. Severus was not going to give up, not until James paid him back in full for every wrong, hurt for every sin – not until he bled for Lily.

TAG JAMES ATTICUS POTTER + BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK + Sirius Orion Black
NOTES no dice roll. not gonna let sev slice up james like that.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 24, 2014 0:18:31 GMT -8

Post by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER on Jun 24, 2014 0:18:31 GMT -8

The fire was starting to crawl up to his shoulder, threatening to melt his skin into oblivion. Acting on his toes he released a simple augementi dampening his clothes, but this only angered him further. Though the flames had been extinguished, he could feel the heat rolling off of Bellatrix. The inferno had just begun, it was alight in the unlikely pair standing in the center of the once empty corridor. Stepping up next to manic woman, a contrived laugh escaped his lips. "I fucked the girl of his dreams, my dear Bellatrix. But it was nothing, only a feel good lay and a claim. I got her before he did, I won." There was a sinister tone in his voice as he added insult to injury.

James ducked out of the way of the sectumsempra, as it hit the wall behind him even though it wasn't close. Then there was the fact of Sirius standing before him pleading his case. Swallowing tightly James turned on Sirius and looked him over. "Don't even get me started on you. Or do I have to get into how selfish of a person you. You know Remus's birthday party? He didn't even want to fucking go. Why in all HELL would he want to dress up like a woman on his own birthday? Did you even consider to consult him on what he wanted? Or did you just throw the party for yourself? Why do you have to make every little thing about yourself?" The vials and vials of annoyance within his words, boiled to the surface. The world as he knew it was falling like dominos, one thing leading to another.

"Defending? I can handle all of this shit on my own. But you know what, at least I can express my adoration without being a hysterical little bitch. For fucks sake." James was one to talk, but the night in Italy kept playing in his head on repeat. He only wanted Bellatrix and these two idiots had to go and ruin everything. Steadying his feet he looked to Sirius and Severus, not wanting to say anything else.

His temper was only increasing with every look they gave him, Sirius pleading in his own selfish way, and Severus circling him like a vulture. James moved forward and kicked the greasy haired prick to the ground with his boot. Wand pointed at his chest. "Incendio."

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``notes; sorry not sorry

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 24, 2014 12:02:48 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 24, 2014 12:02:48 GMT -8

Bella turned ever so slightly, admiring the way that James’ lips curved and sneered around his own words of betrayal and anger. He spewed of how he had claimed poor Severus’ undoubtedly virginal maiden and she could do nothing but laugh, eyes now directly on Severus, finding him angry about his precious darling love, “AH! I didn’t even know you had feelings beneath that mop of hair, Severus Snape!” She practically spat at him, watching as he grew more and more angry as the seconds slipped by, “Tell me, who’s the unfortunate soul who’s had her deflowering so graciously taken by Potter, hmm?” In a matter of a few months, James Potter had turned into something entirely beastly and she adored it. Every word he said was laced with poison - every phrase he uttered, more ghastly than the next. It was as if she was standing next to a male version of herself, spewing out the words that had so long lay dormant in his mind. She adored him - Merlin, she adored everything about him.

The curse from Severus’ wand had been intended for Potter, but missed him, slashing into the wall that had already been mildly crumpled by the shots already fired. James continued his barrage of her cousin while she maintained her stance focused on Severus, “I’m quite sure he’s done with her now, though. Still lusting after his sloppy seconds, are we?” She breathed, raising her eyebrows ever so slightly. Just as James dug into Sirius, she chose to do the same to Sev, but with far less words. The cackle bubbled to her lips again as she took a step forward and put her finger under Severus’ chin, trying to figure him out. It hadn’t been that long ago that she had assumed they both played for the same side of the game... But here he was, picking a fight with Bells and James. How curious indeed! She was left to only imagine what sort of things were rolling around in that head of his.

Stepping back into line with Potter, she walked around the back of him, running her nails across his shoulders and then up his neck - almost as if the predator was claiming her own in a way. He was the poison in her bones that had set all of her blood on fire with the fight; she had never fought alongside of someone who made her feel so entirely alive.

James went for Severus, which left Bellatrix with Sirius. She pointed her wand arm steadily overhead, staring him down for he looked like a lost little boy on the precipice of tears. His best friend was forsaking him, “Oh poor Sirius! Your darling Potter insulted you! Are you going to cry now, pet? Cry. You know I’d love to see it.” She took a few steps toward her cousin, “Don’t move, just watch-” She grabbed his chin and held it stead as she watched James throw another shot at Severus, hitting him directly. Her lips were a few inches from his ear, “He’s fascinating, isn’t he? Always something up his sleeve. Does it bother you that he’d rather have me than you? That he’d choose your most sworn hated cousin over his puppy pal?”

She let go of Sirius and practically skipped back toward James’ side, sliding her hand behind his back, her wand trailing lazily back to her cousin, her eyes alight with the danger inside. Her eyes were on Siri, but her words were for James, “I’m glad someone else likes playing with their food, Potter. Avifors-” The rubble from the wall behind them transfigured itself into tiny stone birds and hovered near their heads with a hum. The raven-haired Slytherin leaned into James, running her lips across his neck before raising both of her eyebrows at Sirius across from them, “Oppugno!” The stone birds hurtled through the air toward her darling dearest cousin.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 25, 2014 5:49:04 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 5:49:04 GMT -8

Sirius couldn’t even comprehend what he was seeing – what he was hearing. He expected this sort of thing from Bellatrix, Severus even, but James? It was so unlike him that it was like Sirius was seeing James for the very first time. As if all their years together had been erased and that he had just seen him through rose-coloured glasses. Had it all been a fabrication? It couldn’t have been. Sirius told James things that he had never told anyone else and James had done likewise. There was an unbreakable bond there that didn’t just dissipate in the blink of an eye – at least, what Sirius had believed to be unbreakable. This was like a nightmare come true. Worst of all, James’ new persona didn’t even speak like the old James. He sounded harsh, rude, and inconsiderate. He spat his words out like venom.

“You fucked Evans?!” Sirius demanded quite loudly. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew exactly who James was speaking about. He never would have imagined James speaking about Lily that way: like she was a prize or that she was disposable. His eyes flicked to Severus almost sympathetically. He detested Severus and the boy gave him the creeps, especially when it came to Lily, but he also knew that he wouldn’t speak about Lily ever quite like this. The boy adored Lily and Sirius knew that Snape would never react well to such harsh words. “Oh come on,” Sirius responded, his own anger starting to rise. It wasn’t that he and Lily were close mates by any stretch of the imagination, but he respected her in his own way and felt oddly protective. “Remus never wants to do anything. We always push him into things and he ends up having a great time – don’t you even pretend that you’ve suddenly forgotten the dynamics of our friendships just because you’re being all pissy at me.” He refused to be shamed for James’ irrational behaviour. All James was doing was making him angry and Sirius felt like James was trying to make all of this his fault. Bullocks, he wouldn’t take it. “I’m not the one who has changed!” he exclaimed indignantly, and that much was true. Sirius had hardly changed from first year. Granted, he had a girlfriend now, but even through that he was his regular old self. He still couldn’t see his future past Hogwarts and he still couldn’t imagine his life without his mates – in fact he was probably a little too dependent on them. They were all growing up and maturing yet Sirius still felt the same. He couldn’t see the little changes in himself that other people evidently were and therefore he did feel immature and weak in that moment. His grey eyes searched James’ face for some kind of signal or reaction that would show that maybe this was all being done against his will or that he regretted the things that he was spewing, but his face was simply hardened and unyielding.

Hearing James’ final worlds, Sirius finally grabbed his wand, not to attack but had every intention of casting a barrier between himself and Snape against the other two. He didn’t know why his instincts told him to protect Snape. Perhaps he feared that if James went too far that Snape would let loose Remus’ secret. Remus’ furry tendency was constantly at the front of his mind; particularly due to the incident that he caused that almost ruined everything and nearly killed the hooked-nose boy beside him. He didn’t even care that James denied Sirius’ defending, mainly because James was right. James was powerful on his own and it would take more than Snape to take him down. Perhaps if Sirius actually hated James this would all be a different story, but James had Bellatrix on his side. He had noticed Snape’s unfamiliar spell and suddenly began to run different situations through his mind. He had never officially duelled Snape before and had always estimated him to be a weak opponent in battle (even if he could kill them all with some sort of potion). Now, though… would this be an equal match if they took sides, two-against-two? The idea would have seemed laughable, but now almost seemed inevitable. Alone, both Severus and Sirius would be outmatched. Together they had a slightly better chance, but Sirius wanted to avoid it at all costs. He could feel his heart palpitating and sweat break at his brow. Sirius began the down-stroke of his shielding charm, but James beat him to it and sent flames past him and to Snape. What was he trying to accomplish? Snape-a-la-BBQ?

Sirius’ spell forgotten, he turned his gaze to his cousin. What did James see in her? Was she the reason he was acting so mad, or was it the other way around? There was no way to tell because James seemed to prefer to antagonize him than actually speak to him! His fingers wound tightly around his wand; his knuckles turning white. He remembered his thread to Bellatrix and the thought kept turning over in his mind. It wasn’t like he was going to murder her in the middle of the school but his rage was still there nonetheless. How could anyone enjoy the glare from her eyes? How could anyone allow them to be touched the way that she did – the way that faintly reminded Sirius of someone who owned another instead of an equal? As far as he remembered (if his memory served him correctly), James disliked Bellatrix nearly as much as Sirius did himself. What changed – when did it change? Did Bellatrix? Was she perhaps kinder in nature than she let on? He highly doubted it by her demeanour. If so, he believed that James would have come to him and tried to explain the situation instead of hiding behind her skirts.

Sirius cringed before Bellatrix even cast her spell and was immediately met with birds made of rocks. The velocity of them knocked him to the ground and his jaw immediately began to ache. “Your aim has always been impeccable, Bellatrix,” he muttered as he tried to stand. His vision was blurry. Sirius touched his own face and saw blood. He could only imagine how fucked up he suddenly appeared. He was sure there was a rock shard in his eye due to the fact that his one eye seemed to not want to focus. He wondered what James thought of his precious girlfriend attacking him – probably nothing from the way he had been behaving. Sirius’ mind focused simply on Bellatrix. He could feel the bloating sensation in his face that he had come to associate with swelling. Sirius found that his anger was unable to lay dormant any longer. He refused to attack James, but he was beginning to not care about his stupid girlfriend and whether or not James would be upset. Fuck James’ feelings! Sirius thought to himself. He clearly doesn’t care about mine! Besides, his hatred of Bellatrix went further back than even his friendship with James.

A flurry of different spells and jinxes came to mind. Despite Sirius’ growing ability to use non-verbal spells, he was too racked with confusion to properly do so, and besides, he reacted so instinctively that the idea hadn’t come to him. He pointed his wand to Bellatrix and yelled, “Incarcerous!” he knew that he could have used something more violent, but at the moment he feared his own rage, feared that he might do something that he would regret: feared that he would do something so questionable that it might land him in a heap of trouble that he couldn’t get out of. He could feel his Black blood rushing through his veins, almost making him feel removed from the situation altogether. He blinked, trying to hold it together. Sirius had been working on his anger issues since he had started Hogwarts, but now it seemed like it was all unraveling at the seams. He had no friend to talk him down, nor any reason to try to be kind and the bigger person. The only thing that stopped him from using something as horrible as the others were doing was the thought that he didn’t want to stoop to his cousin’s level, not now… it wasn’t the time. He also held on to the small hope that James would come to his senses, and he knew that severely injuring the girl that he was evidently shagging wouldn’t aid in such a thing.