Lily Potter pulled her hair away from her face, her eyes flickered to her soapy hands.

Most witches would simply tap the dishes and they would be clean, no need for any actual manual labor. But then again, Lily wasn't a normal witch. Lily Potter was anything but normal. She glanced at the doorway to her son's room. Harry was fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Lily could remember the end of her first year at Hogwarts like it was yesterday. After rushing of the Hogwarts Express, she had ran to her parents and captured them both with large hugs. And then she had jabbered nonstop all night. Petunia had even stuck up her nose and stomped up the stairs the moment they walked into the house. Even then, Lily had been bothered by the coldness directed at her from her older sister.

Lily dried her hands and then glanced at her wedding ring resting on the countertop. She wiped her eyes as a tear threatened to emerge. Both Sirius and Ali disapproved of her wearing her wedding ring, the same ring that all those years ago James had slipped onto her finger.

James. How she missed him!

The last time she had saw James had been that dreadful night.

She sobbed endlessly, the letter clutched to her chest tightly. She cried and cried, until she had no tears left. And then she just sat there, holding the letter tightly and looking out the window of the cottage.

"What's that?"

Lily swirled around to face her husband. His eyes were filled slightly with concern, slightly with worry. And then there was some other emotion that she couldn't define.

"It's nothing." Lily hid the letter behind her back, as her husband approached slowly.

"Let me see." James held out his hand.

"No. It's nothing."

"Then just let me see!"

"You don't need to see!" Lily said in a rush.

James's eyes flashed. "What is the letter about, Lily?"

"I told you, nothing!" Lily hissed.

James's eyes clouded with hurt, and he swung around. His footsteps echoed throughout the cottage, and Lily fled after him.

"Where are you going?" She demanded.

"Out."

"Where?"

He glanced back at her, his hand on the doorknob. "The Leaking Cauldron."

Out into the ran he went, the door slam echoing painfully in Lily's ears.

And he never came back. Lily had never seen him again, and the only reason she knew that he was alive was because of Sirius.

Sirius arrived later that night, his eyes filled with rage.

"How could you do that Lily? He loved you!"

Lily's eyes blinked with confusion. "What?"

"Don't what me, Lily! You cheated on him?"

Lily's wand fell out of her hand. "What are you talking about? I didn't cheat on him...Where's James?"

"I don't know Lily, like I don't know how you could do such a thing and then lie about it."

"I'm not lying, Sirius! I didn't cheat on him! We got into an argument because I didn't want to show him a letter."

Salty tears raced down Lily's cheeks, but Sirius's eyes remained cold.

"Then why wouldn't you let him see the letter?"

By now, tears were zooming down her face, and instead of trying to explain, she ran up the stairs. Sirius followed her, hollering her name as his feet touched every step.

The letter sat innocently on the windowsill, and Lily grabbed it and proceeded to fling it at Sirius.

They heard a pop from downstairs, but neither moved as Sirius carefully opened the letter and began to read.

"Lily? Lily! Sirius! James?" Ali's voice traveled from downstairs, and soon both heard her stomping up the steps angrily. Ali was both Lily's bestfriend and Sirius's wife.

"Sirius Orion Black, I demand that you leave my bestfriend alone or I'll..."

Sirius waved his hand at her and he swallowed deeply. "I'm sorry Lily. I just got a letter from him-saying that you had cheated on him and the child isn't his."

He glanced at the slight bulge of Lily's stomach.

Lily's hair hadn't been red since. She had dyed it different colors ever since that night. Presently, it was blonde.

And one of the most bothering things was that Harry James Potter was obviously James's son. Almost everything about the boy(physically wise) was James's, the only thing that wasn't his was the emerald green that were so obviously Lily's.

"If only James had waited." Lily muttered as she slid the ring on finger.

" What?" Ali asked, coming into the kitchen. Her eyes sparkled curiously.

A month after James had left, Ali and Sirius had invited Lily into their home. And after much insistence, she had agreed. And ten years later, that was where she still was. Sirius had been very insistent on that matter.

Ali was a brunette with hazel eyes, about the same height as Lily.

Sirius walked in after her, his gaze catching Lily's bright blonde hair. " Blond?"

" I needed something new." Lily answered, not turning around to face him.

" I guess it is better than the black." Sirius said quietly, then shook himself. "Where's Harry?"

"His room. HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Lily yelled.

After a few minutes of silence, her son strode into room and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Come on then. Tell us all about it." Sirius sat down next to his godson, Ali and Lily soon joining him.

"Wood reckons I'm the one of the best seekers since Charlie Weasley, Ron's brother. " Harry finished. Then more quietly, " Would my dad have been proud?"

Everyone was silent. Sirius and Ali were waiting to see what Lily would say.

" Yes. He would've been very proud." Lily whispered.

Late that night, after both Lily and Harry had gone to bed, Ali turned to her husband with a angry look.

"Sirius, I'm sorry, but if I ever see James Potter again, he'll never know what hit him." Ali hissed.

"Believe me Ali, I would love to make that guy see sense too, but he's hiding somewhere." Sirius sighed.

" Did Remus ever find anything out?"

" James did go to the Leaking Cauldron, and went to the back of the bar. He was apparently sad, and then a girl joined him. They talked, and he started to look hurt and angry. He left, and then ten minutes later the woman left."

Sirius and Ali shared a look, then both shook their heads.