Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the brilliant mind behind Harry Potter and the inspiration of this story. All characters belong to her.
James Potter and I were sitting on the couch in our living room. He was reading the Daily Prophet, looking to see if there were any people we knew who had died. This was one of the very few times that we had to ourselves.
Being Aurors was tough work and we barely had time to breath, but it was worth it. We were able to fight for the greater good.
Thinking of our job made me think of the times back when we were young and carefree, where the dangers of the real world we just rumors we heard from our peers. Back when we were in Hogwarts, learning to fight the dark arts but not knowing why.
"James?", I asked my husband as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Hmm"
"When did things change between us?" I asked cautiously not knowing how he would react.
"I don't know Lily." There was a moment of silence
After a couple of seconds James spoke again. "I guess that day in fifth year with the incident with Snape."
We never spoke about that day but I knew exactly what he was talking about. It was the day i stopped talking to the boy, the day Severus Snape and I stopped being friends.