“I love you, with all my heart. I promise to love you every day for the rest of our lives. Would you do me the honor, of being my wife?”
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She took a deep breath. “The bodies of two muggles were found in Surry. Oh…” 
“They went by the names of-- of Anne and John Evans.”
***MAJOR UPDATE 4/7/09***

Lily strugles to believe the information that had been revealied to her. But there is more going on in the wizarding world then her troubles adn she and James find themselves a target of a person or persons unknown.

It was sad, but she supposed he was right. Ten she was startled at the start of the bride music. Duh duh dadaaa duh duh dadaaa. This was it. As the doors opened for her, she took a deep breath and walked slowly down the isle. she looked for him, and there he was. Her Fiance. Her soon-to-be-in-like-twenty-minutes Husband. She vaguely wondered if he was considered her fiance if she was actutualy about to marry him in a few minutes

Lily Potters breathing was so even and precise it had to be held steady by magic.
Lily Potters heartbeat was so even and precise it had to be held steady by magic.
Lily Potters brain was experiencing that myth, that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But her life wasn’t worth flashing up until a year ago. In her coma, Lily Potter was reliving the best year of her life.

They were walking down to dinner when they passes a group of sixth year slytherins.
"Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down."
Lily was suddenly pointing her wand at the group. They looked at her and laughed.
"Going to do soemthing about it mudblood?" The only girl, blonde and familiar, sneered. "Going to show us just how much talent you dont have?"

wait and see! wait and see,,,,,,

I think that you saved me. I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel this way about anyone. I had a hard childhood. My family doesn’t love me, and I don’t love them. My real family, the Potters aren’t around anymore. Ones dead, the other in St. Mungos. James and Lily just got married. Pete’s been acting weird. And all that scared  me. But you know what? I don’t care about that anymore.

Torture. Agony. Laceration. Persecution. Suffering. What other synonyms where there? Lily had thought that waiting was hard at the house? Well, that was nothing in comparison to sitting on a plane for too many hours, unable to do more then peck James on the cheek without risking embarrassment. It was maddening

The man before her chuckled, “Ah, such courage. It is truly a shame that you’re not of magic blood, or I would gladly welcome you into our ranks.”

 “I would rather die.” 
“Well, you may find that could be arranged.” He whispered

“The baby….she wasn’t yours.”
He just stared at her blankly. Then he finally blinked. “What?”

He bowed, long greasy black hair falling into his eyes. “My Lord?” Severus Snape inquired. “What is it you bid me to do?”

“I require your assistance with a certain student, I assume you still have ways to contact those still at school?”

I do believe that any summary would give too much away