A/N – This is because I got bored reading about how perfect Lily and James' life was and how happy they were all of the time. I mean no-one has a life that perfect, least of all two teenagers stuck in the middle of a war. Please read and review :)

Disclaimer – I am not JK Rowling ergo I do not own Harry Potter.

Perfect

She isn't the golden girl anymore, she realises as she stands in the bathroom, eyes only for the pale blue cross on the pregnancy test she's holding in her left hand. She's no longer perfect Lily, with her perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect husband, perfect life.

She's just another screw-up, a teenage pregnancy. A little girl playing at mummies and daddies. Sure, she's married; she has James, doesn't she? James with his big dreams and plans for the future. Well, it's hard to have big dreams with a baby creaming in your ear and as for future plans, they didn't plan this, did they?

Tears stream down her face in a steady stream, but she doesn't wipe them away. For the first time she's glad that her parents aren't around. She doesn't want to have to look them in the eye and see the disappointment etched on every line of their faces. She doesn't want to be compared to Petunia (who's the perfect one now?) Pregnant too, yes, but twenty-four, married to a normal man with a huge moustache and a steady job. Not involved in the remnants of a gang, fighting for her life every day. Not killing people, not getting drunk down at the Leaky with her friends or pranking her husband's mates. For the first time Lily finds herself envying Petunia and the casual simplicity of her life.

It's not like Lily chose this, she didn't choose to be a witch, a mudblood married to a blood traitor – the perfect combination of imperfection. They might as well be dancing on the rooftops with targets painted on their foreheads. And when you factor in their friends, another muggleborn, a werewolf and the disgraced black heir who's as high on the hit list of some deatheaters as Albus Dumbledore himself, she realises that this is about as far from okay as you can get.

She chokes out a sob. It's an unbelievable mess and there's nothing – short of an abortion – that she can do about it. Her teachers always told her that she'd go far, do well for herself – frankly this wasn't what she'd had in mind. A cushy job at the ministry maybe, even St Mungo's. of course she could have chosen that if she'd wanted, but being herself, so utterly naïve - thinking that she was invincible, she couldn't go for the easy option. She was always the optimist, fiery wilful and passionate, the girl with the flaming red hair and bright green eyes. Truth is, she's never been more scared in her life.

Out the corner of her eye Lily sees James' silhouette entering the hallway, back from guard duty with Sirius and Hestia. She clutches the pregnancy test in her hand as if it's a ticking time bomb that will go off the moment she lets it go. With her other hand she wipes the last of the stray tears off her face. She's only nineteen and scared out of her mind.