A/N

Well I'm back, aren't you all really happy?!?!?!?

Well I wont bore you with a really long A/N, so instead I will introduce 'If this is it, we'll be okay'

Yes it is the sequel to 'So yeah maybe that is okay after all'

The burning question: Do you have to have read that to read this?

Well I wouldn't really say so, obviously if you haven't I would say go and read it – But it isn't a necessity.

Right so for all of you who haven't read 'So yeah….' And for those who have and have forgotten a very quick round up.

James and Lily head boy and girl, become friends, lots of wacky things happen, they get together, Lily goes a bit mad and goes home of a bit, James comes to see her, they make up, have sex and are making there way back to hers when the police approach them.

Basically that's it; if you can do a better job don't hesitate to tell me.

Oh and one final thing for anyone who hasn't read any of the other stuff – The stories do have little odd bits, there are lots of references to 1960/70 rock, literature, song lyrics and random pieces of information that I happen to know. Because of that often some weird things that don't really matter happen in the stories e.g. Duck parties, Bananas at the Ritz you get the idea

And the title of this chapter is the opening line to Pink Floyd's Wish you were here. An epic song, which if you haven't ever heard you should go and find it soon as – It's great

So here we go the first chapter:

Oh yeah and a massive thank you to my beta Shroomy-eyes. Who actually made it readable!

So read on :

P.s. Remember to review.

Chapter 1

So you think you can tell Heaven from Hell

I've always loved rain.

Maybe it's the British in me or maybe it's the fact that afterwards when the sky has rained itself all out, first of all the world looks duller than before, then it slowly gets better, the clouds slowly moves and you can see the sun and everything looks brighter and fresh and new. It's just the way the world operates, it's just a cycle. It's a small death and even smaller new life but it keeps happening over and over again. We get so use to it, we don't even notice it. But then sometimes – like now- you notice. Maybe when the sun suddenly comes out after a long time, or maybe it's when you just look of the window and you actually take the time to see it all and it all means something. Because at that point it stops just being something, it is something.

I've been told that its fate or destiny or kismet or even luck or bad timing.

But if you ask me, it's not.

I've never believed in fate or destiny or kismet.

Luck - bad or good - doesn't exist. And as for bad timing...well your parents dying is never going to happen at a good time. Though granted on the scale of timing, your parents dying a few hours after you just had sex for the first time while simultaneously getting back together with your boyfriend is more towards the bad timing end of things.

Though I have to say that when there is war on you forget people still die the same way people had died before the war. But as it turns out when your world is at war with itself – your parents can still die when a pissed 19 year old decides to drive his car straight into their old Ford.

As with most things, the belief that nothing can touch you is shattered into smithereens in no time at all.

The funeral was – typical. The priest read, Uncle Phil – Dad's best friend - did the eulogy. Me and Petunia walked behind the coffins. We argued over songs and hymns. The wake was at a local Pub and everyone said how sorry they were. See, typical. Mam's 23rd cousins or something like that sent Mass Cards, Dad's work did a whip round and bought a bench for them. Typical. Funerals are like that though aren't they, typical, because if it wasn't typical then it would be disrespectful– or at least that was what Petunia told me.

The reading was typical as was the eulogy. They were a lovely couple, who loved each other and who were much loved and that they leave behind 2 wonderful daughters.

When is a sensible time to move on? Well not move on, you can't move on, just well, you know what I mean. This of course has plagued me since they actually died, after the whole numb thing. So as I was nearing 4 or 5 of the 5 stages of grief, Grim Reaper strikes again. Somewhere I think I must have done something really bad. Because 2 months after mine died, James parent's died. Some weird magical disease that no one has ever heard of.

So here we are my parents died 11 weeks ago and James' died 2weeks ago – so at the moment I would have to say that we're not the happiest of couples.

It's been strange, you get something back and then you seem to lose it all but not really because it is still there, and at the moment I seem to spend all my time sitting in the window, looking out at the grounds waiting for the creek outside and the door to open and James to come in. It's not like we don't see each other. We share the same bed, he wakes up early to run, comes back in, wakes me up showers, waits for me to get ready and we leave together. If we go anywhere his hand is in mine, we sit next to each other in every lesson we have together and every break and food time. Even if he's having some in-depth talk with someone else, he's holding my hand and is gripping my knee. He could be having a Quidditch meeting and somehow I end up at his side and he goes through the motions. Then after tea each day after hanging out with our friends and work, we wander back to our dorm, he kisses my forehead (he hasn't given me a proper kiss in 2 weeks), then disappears. I spend every night sitting in a progressively darkening room waiting for him to return. I hear the creek and I turn to see the door open, and James walk in.

'Hi', He says meekly, kicking off his shoes and jacket.

I just smile at him

'I'm going to have a bath, you want it after me?' He asks as he walks toward the bedroom door

'No thanks,' I tell him as he disappears into the bedroom. A few seconds later I hear the taps starting to run. I pick up my book and try to find where I was, but I've lost it. I stare out the window for a while – studying the stars and half hidden moon. I can hear the cookie monster's song 'If the moon were cookie' in my head and a smile can't help but appear on my face. I get up slowly and make why way into our room. James' clothes are flung over the floor. I fold up his shirt and trousers, and put his boxers and socks in the washing. I take my clothes off slowly, hanging things up and putting things in the washing. I tie my hair back and pad slowly into the bathroom. James is lying in the bath staring out the window. I make my way slowly to the side of the bath and just look down at him. He slowly turns and looks at me, we just stare at each other, until he nods his head. I climb in the bath, my back to his front. He wraps his arms rights around me, and pulls me further into him.

***

'James' I ask, we've been lying in bed for some time, my head on his chest, his arm around me. We haven't talked, we've just laid here

'Yeah.'

'I was thinking that we should do something to day.'

'Like what?'

'Go see Hagrid, have a picnic.' At this point I roll over so my chin is on his chest, 'Climb Kilimanjaro, anything.'

He looks down at me, and a ghost of a smile appears on his face, 'not sure about Kilimanjaro. But I'll take you up on the picnic.'

'Good.' I flop my head back, and start to make shapes on his chest.

After a time of silence he says quietly, 'Lily.'

'I know, James, I know.' And place a short chaste kiss on his chest.

His arm tightens around me.

A/N

Right then no random things to explain in this one but I will say that I hope you enjoyed it.

So please review or alert or just keep reading (though reviews are best :P)

Ta

Ken

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