Like an Open Book III
A/N: Hey hey! I’m so happy that I got this done really fast and I actually like this chapter. This chapter jumps from Y/N’s perspective to James’ and there are page breaks to signify the change of point-of-views. I hope it’s not confusing. And as promised, a longer-ish chapter! :D Thank you everyone for your continued support!
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So without further ado, here’s the next part! Enjoy!
“She’s a freak, I tell you Pads.” James whined to his best friend.
Sirius Black wrapped his blanket around himself more tightly, covering everything except his face, which was still green. “What part makes her a freak again Prongs?” They were the only people in their dorm room right now since Remus was off doing prefect duties and Peter was getting them sweets from the kitchen and Frank… well Frank was probably snogging Alice somewhere.
“The part where she stares at me. Like… really stares at me then leaves without saying a word!” He let out a shiver, “I feel as if she stared right into my soul.”
“Ah yes, she does that sometimes. That doesn’t make her a freak though.” Sirius said and flopped down on his bed. “She’s a Gryffindor mate, don’t lump her up with snakes like Snivellus.”
James groaned and turned away from his best friend, “I don’t think you realize that she hangs out with Snivellus. I bet they’re together right now.” He turned to see Sirius shrug and roll over. He furrowed his brows and adjusted his glasses. “I’m sorry but how does this not bother you?”
Sirius sat up back and shot him a look. “Why does it bother you so much?”
“Then help me get rid of this green skin sooner! I look like a troll!”
You sat by the windowsill of the Astronomy tower and basked in the dying light of the sun. You inhaled the scent of the forest and turned to look at Severus who silently sat adjacent of you. He’s been quiet ever since he arrived earlier.
When the sun completely set you went back to safety, away from the windowsill, and Severus followed you. You turned to him and flashed him a concerned smile. “Sev, you’re awfully quiet.” He sighed and sat on the ground, you followed suit. “Have you been practising?” He nodded. You grinned and took hold of his hands, which caught him off guard and he stared at your holding hands in shock until he finally looked up to you. Wrong move.
You were standing outside of the Gryffindor portrait hole. It was nighttime and Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded. “I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.”
“I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just-”
“Slipped out?” Lily’s tone was cold and held no pity. You turned and saw Severus desperately trying to reel his brains for a reply, something, anything to make Lily forgive him. You felt a wave of sympathy for him as you felt yourself getting pulled out of the memory. You furrowed your brows as you distincly heard real-time Severus shouting at you to get off his brain.
“It’s too late. I’ve made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you.”
The pull became stronger and the last thing you saw was Lily’s green eyes burning in rage. You gasped and turned to look at Severus who panted, sweat beading from his forehead and trailed down to his hooked nose. Then you noticed that tears also streamed down his cheeks as he looked away in shame.
“Sev.” You murmured then pulled him in a hug and held him as he sobbed out for losing Lily Evans, the only girl he’s ever going to love.
James glared holes at the back of Y/N’s head as she sat in front of him at Transfiguration. It’s been two weeks since their last chat, and her ignoring him irked him. He turned to look at Remus who was currently talking to her as if she was some kind of close friend.
Tomorrow’s the full moon and Remus really shouldn’t be wasting precious energy on you. He thought and huffed out in annoyance. Sirius, whose skin was finally back to its original green-free state, shot him a questioning look, but he just turned his back on him in reply. Stupid Remus. Stupid Sirius. How could they be so warm and welcoming and be all smiles to someone who hung around Snivellus?
“Lily used to hang out with him too, mate.” Sirius had pointed out yesterday. “I don’t see you scowling at her everytime you see her.”
“Don’t remind me; Lily’s different.” He had answered.
“I don’t see how different they are, they’re friends with Snivelly and they hate you. They’re practically twins.” His bestfriend snorted out and flipped through a Muggle magazine Remus had brought with him after summer break, it was about machines and Muggle transportation. After scanning through it, Sirius took a sudden interest on something called a motorbike. “I’m just saying man, why does Y/N get your blood boiling so much?”
James tapped his quill on the desk as everyone started getting up from their seats to get to their next class. He saw Y/N wave to Remus before she left , which the latter returned with a smile. He followed her with his eyes as she headed towards the doorway, only to be stopped by Professor McGonagall. The professor had slipped her a note which she too hastily unrolled and read its contents right in front of her. He noticed the way Y/N’s cheeks turned pink, a look he’d never seen on her before, as she thanked the Professor and hurried out. He stood up in a rush and grabbed his bag to go after her.
“Prongs, where you off to?” Sirius called out, but he had already left the classroom to delve into the sea of people, trying to spot her out of the crowd. When he finally saw her wound up a flight of stairs, he was quick to follow.
He grabbed the invisibility cloak his father gave to him on his 11th birthday and quickly covered himself with it. Thank Merlin he brought this thing everywhere. He trailed behind her as she passed through an empty corridor then through another flight of moving stairs, circular this time, only to come to a halt in the third floor in front of a hideous, stone gargoyle statue.
She looked around in good measure and he instinctively wrapped the cloak around him tighter. “Key lime pie.” He heard her utter and the gargoyle moved aside, revealing a pathway that lead inside the room. He quickly went inside before the gargoyle closed right back. He soon realized he was in the headmaster’s office, the room was round and had multiple bookshelves and artifacts and at one part of the wall lined portraits of all the previous headmasters of Hogwarts.
“Ah Miss Y/L/N, I’m glad you could join me. Please have a seat.” James flinched as he heard the Proffesor’s gentle voice ring out and he looked as you took an empty seat beside an ugly bird which regarded her fondly. Her back was turned to him so he couldn’t see the expression she wore. What exactly did she do to land herself with the company of the headmaster?
Professor Albus Dumbledore finally focused his attention to her, away from something that looked like a bird bath or a basin that had a silvery substance that appeared to be like a cloud-like liquid.
“I’m sorry for calling you out so suddenly and keeping you from your classes, but I just wanted to check up on you since I may be too busy to do it later.” He apologized and poured some tea on a cup and handed it to her before taking his own seat behind the cluttered with books and parchment. His desk, James noted, was the only thing untidy in the entire room. He raised a brow in confusion. What the heck was all this about?
Every reason you had originally thought about why Professor Dumbledore wanted to see you had just been dumped into forget-bin as you relaxed in the chair. You had mentally punched your brain walls, trying to remember what you may have done wrong but then he just wanted to keep tabs on your well-being. You let out a small sigh of relief and shook your head and accept the tea, taking a sip from the hot liquid. “It’s fine, Professor…” you trailed off, thinking of something else to say. “Um, and I’m doing well.” Some conversationalist you are.
“You have everything under control?”
You nodded, feeling a bit happy at the feat. “Yes… at least for now.” It had been exactly one month and two weeks since your Legilimency went haywire on you, and you hoped it stayed that way.
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and studied you with a look you didn’t quite understand then let out a small smile. “That is good. Have you used it on anyone lately?”
Your shoulders stiffened. You had used your Legilimency a lot in the last couple of weeks, what with everything happening between the Marauders and you. You dropped your gaze in shame as you felt your face flush in guilt. It wasn’t really illegal to use Legilimency but Dumbledore had warned you against using it more than necessary.
“The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure, Y/N.” He had told you before. That line had stuck to you ever since and you had parroted it to Severus during one of your sessions.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, unperturbed by your lack of response. “I noticed that you’ve been around mister Potter lately; I’m happy that you’re making more friends. Now off you go.” He continued and waved his hand away in dismissal, his eyes lingered by the doorway for a second before flashing you one last smile.
James felt a cold chill pass through his body as Dumbledore met his gaze. He shook his head fervently, that was impossible, he was wearing the invisibility cloak so he couldn’t have seen him… right?
Deciding that he didn’t want to wait to find out if the Headmaster really could see through invisibility cloaks, he quickly turned to sprint out of the office just as she rose to leave. He didn’t learn much but one thing was for sure:
Something was up with Y/N Y/L/N.