Okay everyone, I'll keep this short and sweet. This is my newest and final Harry Potter Fan Fiction. I have decided that I need to focus more on my original works if I ever hope to get them published. I was sitting there the other night and decided that this was going to be my final HPFF and a little part of me died inside. I've had an absolute blast the past five years writing Lily, James, Sirius and Remus. Further into the story, you will notice some things that kind of go against cannon, but again, this is my story, so I can do as I please but I think I do a pretty good job of keeping the integrity of this wonderful story that J.K Rowling has blessed us with. Anything that you recognize from the books doesn't belong to me, OC and the plot line are mine though.

Enjoy and leave me lots of reviews.

Much Love, Tara

Chapter One

Lily Evans stood on the near deserted street. Lord Voldemort was growing stronger and his followers were getting ruthless, only a few braved the once crowded street at this time at night. It was more out of paranoia than actual threat that the street was this empty. Being in the Order of Phoenix, an organization that Albus Dumbledore, Lily's former Head Master at Hogwarts, lead, Lily knew better than to be afraid of standing outside the Leaky Cauldron. Lily clutched her cloak closer to her as a light November breeze blew through, chilling her to the bone. Nervousness and excitement ran through her blood. She looked up at the Leaky Cauldron sign, swaying in the wind. She reached her hand into her pocket, pulling out a folded piece of parchment. She unfolded it, reading the loopy handwriting for the twentieth time since the brown owl had delivered the post to her.

My dearest, Lily,

I finished my Auror training last week and I'm back in town and would love to see you. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at seven p.m. on Thursday?

Sincerely yours, James Potter.

She placed the parchment back in her pocket, letting out a sigh, her breath showing as it hit the cold air. It was now or never. She took her first step towards the pub. A bell sounded as she stepped into the dimly lit room. She spotted James before he saw her. He was sitting at one of the tables, nursing a drink. Firewhiskey, no doubt she thought to herself. She took a moment to study him. He looked the same as when she'd last seen him in May on their final day at Hogwarts. His jet black hair was still as messy as ever and his hazel eyes shone behind wire frame glasses.

"'Lo, Miss Evans," said the bartender.

The sound of her name caught James' attention. He glanced up, meeting her stunning emerald eyes. She ran a nervous hand through her fiery red hair. After nodding at the bartender, she turned, smiling at James before making her way over to his table. She felt a familiar ease wash over her. That was one thing about James, he could always calm her. Everything with him was so natural, as if it was just meant to be.

"Hi," Lily said, unsure of what else to say.

"Hello," James replied, smiling at her and taking in her features. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, maybe even more so. She had matured in the past six months. So had he. Unfortunately with the Dark Wizard rising, they had been forced to grow up quicker than most. They were no longer protected by Hogwarts so they had to learn to defend themselves.

The bartender, an elderly man with greying hair and tired brown eyes, walked up to them. "Can I get you something, Miss Evans?" he asked. "Firewhiskey, perhaps?"

James grinned at the thought. "Lily doesn't drink Firewhiskey. A Butterbeer, maybe?" his hazel eyes questioned the redhead.

Lily nodded as she shrugged out of her cloak. It was much warmer in here than it was outside. Or maybe it was the way James was looking at her that was causing the heat. Either way, she needed to rid of her cloak as it wasn't needed. The bartender nodded and left the couple to ogle each other. Lily's lips formed into a smile.

"I can't believe you remembered that I don't like Firewhiskey," she commented.

"How could I forget?" James chucked, his own lips forming into a mischievous grin. "I was the one holding your hair back at three in the morning."

"That was a horrible night," Lily said, smiling at the memory. "I couldn't believe I drank so much. It was all Sirius' fault, naturally. He kept forcing me to do shots. I was so hung over the next day. I couldn't concentrate in my classes. I thought McGonagall was going to burn a hole in my brain with the glare she was giving me."

James let out a light laugh. "You could tell how badly she wanted to yell at you when you asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. I think the only thing that stopped her was how pathetic you looked."

Lily giggled, surprised how easily they had fallen into light conversation. Well, actually, she wasn't all that surprised; this was James she was talking to after all. The bartender returned, placing a Butterbeer before Lily. He glanced over at James. "Another Firewhiskey for you, Mister Potter?"

"No thanks, Bill," James declined politely.

Lily took a sip of her drink. She could feel James' eyes on her. He had always been mesmerized by her every movement. She glanced up at him, smiling. "So how as Auror training?" she asked.

James shrugged. "It was all right. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit, but I missed everyone. It was hard not being in touch with everyone for that long." There was something in his hazel eyes. He had spoken with such nonchalance but Lily could tell that he was saying he had missed her. A lot. "How are things with the Order?"

"Everything's good. Things are really intense right now. We keep losing members every day but we have people lining up to join. Sirius loves it, he thrives on the excitement. Remus has been trying to reach some of the other werewolves before Voldemort gets to them."

"I went and talked to Dumbledore the second I got back. I'm joining, naturally."

Unsure what else to say, Lily nodded. She noticed James shift nervously. She studied him with her stunning emerald eyes. "Everything okay?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," James insisted though his eyes gave him away. "I actually had a reason for asking you here tonight, Lily." Lily nodded slightly but didn't speak. "I want to apologize, for the way we left things."

Lily shook her head. She should've known that was coming. "An apology isn't necessary, James, we were both at fault. If you remember, I'm the one that broke it off."

"I know, but I just feel like if I had been more supportive, you would've stayed. I should've fought for you, Lily. I should've done more," he insisted, running his finger across the condensation that had formed on his glass.

"There wasn't anything you could've done, James," Lily assured him, meeting his eyes. "I needed some time to think. I was very emotional and had a lot going on. I'm glad you gave me the space I needed."

James shook his head. "I abandoned you, Lily. You needed me more than ever and I just let you walk away and let you be. I hate myself every day for it, Lily. I hate that I did that to you."

"James," Lily said forcefully, grabbing his hand. "You were just as distraught as I was. You had to deal with it just as much as I did. I wasn't the only one that lost someone. It was your child too. You did the best you could under the circumstances."

Lily and James had started dating in October of their Seventh Year at Hogwarts. In January she became pregnant and by February she had lost the child. It was only two weeks after that that Lily had broken up with James, needing some time to herself.

James sighed. "I suppose, but I still feel I should've done more." He met her eyes. "I just want to let you know that I don't blame you, Lily. I never blamed you."

Lily's head dropped slightly. She wished they could change the conversation. This wasn't something she liked to talk about. She didn't like being reminded of her foolishness for breaking up with James. She certainly didn't want to think about the loss of her child. "I know you didn't, James, but I did, and that was enough to tear us apart."

James fixed her with a stern look. "Madam Pomfrey told you that it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you did that caused it. It was just something that happened. It was a terrible tragedy," he finished in a near whisper, willing her to believe him.

Lily nodded, the only thing she could manage as a breath hitched in her throat and she fought back the tears forming in her eyes. Her heart began pounding as James reached up, wiping away the drop. He kept his hand there for a moment longer than was necessary. His strong, calloused hand brought the memories rushing back. He had always been so gentle with her. He always knew just how to touch her, how to comfort her. Except that one time. That one time there was nothing he could do, and it broke both their hearts.

"I love you, Lily," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "I never stopped loving you, do you understand me?"

Lily nodded her head, biting her bottom lip. "I love you too, James." She was desperate for an escape from this conversation. It was all too much. How had she let it get here? This was supposed to be a light evening with drinks between old friends, old lovers. She supposed she shouldn't have expected it to be all fun and games, but she'd be damned if she couldn't get it back on that track. "So did you see that Sirius bought a motorcycle?" she asked, letting out a half laugh, half sob. She sniffled a bit and wiped at her eyes.

James let out a chuckle. He had said what he wanted to say and was more than willing to let her change the subject. "Yeah, he was so excited to show it to me. I thought he was going to wet himself," James chuckled at the memory. "It suits him though."

Lily nodded thoughtfully before taking another sip of her Butterbeer. "That it does." They fell into a comfortable silence. Each sipping from their drinks and not sure what to say next, but it was nice. It wasn't awkward as one might imagine it would be.

After a few more minutes they fell into another topic and spent the rest of the night reminiscing and laughing. They talked about Hogwarts and the many pranks James and Sirius had pulled. They talked about their relationship, recalling fun times, before the baby. They sat there well into the night, until all the other tables were cleared.

"We're closing up, you two," the bartender called, though you could tell by his voice that he hated interrupting their good time. Lily and James had always been entertaining to watch.

Lily and James nodded at him, gathering their cloaks. Lily glanced at her watch. It was nearly two in the morning. She hadn't realized that much time had passed. They made their way to the door, giggling. The cold November air sobered them both up quickly. They stood outside the door as Bill locked up inside. Lily shifted nervously. She looked over at James.

"Do you want to come home with me?" she asked, a fire warming in her belly. "I live just a few blocks that way," she said, pointing.

James studied her for a moment as if he was fighting a mental war with himself. Finally the side of desire won and he nodded. "Yeah, sure. Lead the way," he said, grabbing Lily's hand in his own.

Lily grinned up at him as they started walking and soon they were talking again. They reached Lily's flat in a few minutes. "It's a mess, I wasn't expecting company," Lily warned.

James only nodded as she unlocked the door. They walked into the room and it was neat, just as James had expected. The "mess" as Lily called it, was a single glass on the coffee table and an unfolded Afghan on the light blue loveseat. Lily was a very neat person; her messes were what some people considered nearly spotless.

James watched, mesmerized as Lily removed her cloak and hung it up. Her shirt fit her nicely, hugging her breasts and curves and James forced himself to look away. He didn't know for sure that Lily had asked him here for sex and he didn't want to make assumptions. After all, they had been broken up for over nine months and even though she had admitted that she still loved him, that didn't mean that she was ready to get back into a relationship with him. James stared at her as she picked up the glass, carrying it to the small kitchen. She walked back into the living room, folding the Afghan and motioning to the couch. "Have a seat," she offered. "I'll make us some tea."

James crossed the room and did as instructed while Lily headed back to the kitchen. She was in there for a few moments before he grew restless. He needed to feel her against him. He yearned for her touch. He stood and walked into the kitchen. Lily was reaching for some cups out of the cabinet when she felt James step beside her. She grasped the cup in her hand, setting it down on the counter before looking over at James.

His hand rested against her cheek as he moved his face closer to hers, capturing her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. It took only a few seconds for things to heat up. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck, straining on her toes to reach him better. James placed his arm under her butt, lifting her up and setting her on the counter to give her easier access, not caring that he knocked over the tea cup in the process.

She kissed him hungrily as if she had never been kissed before. There was desperation in their touch as they explored each other with their hands. Lily groaned as he roughly gripped her breast through the material. Her own hands reached the hem of his shirt, almost violently pulling the offending material off his torso and over his head before latching her lips back on his. Her hands explored his chest. He was even more built than she remembered and she took to memorizing these new muscles.

James removed his lips from hers and began kissing her neck. His tongue caught her pulse point and she took in a sharp breath, just as he knew she would. It was amazing that even after all these months they still knew what the other liked. Lily exacted her revenge by cupping him through his jeans, a moan emitting from his lips. She felt the vibration and giggled a bit as it tickled her throat. She felt the bulge growing beneath her hand and longed to have it inside her. Soon enough, Lily. Soon enough. She told herself.

Lily felt her own shirt being pulled over her and raised her arms slightly to help James out. He stopped after throwing the material on the ground and frowned slightly at the black camisole she bore. "Why do you always wear so many clothes?" he asked.

Lily giggled, a mischievous grin playing at her lips. She shrugged slightly. "It gives you something to do."

James looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Oh, I've got plenty to do," he assured her huskily before grasping her breast and bringing his mouth to the mound begging to be freed. He pushed the camisole out of the way to reveal a red lace bra. James hummed appreciatively. "You always did look great in red, Lils," he told her.

Lily felt her cheeks warm. She always had a bad habit of blushing when James complimented her. She couldn't quite pinpoint why. Maybe it was the way he said it, the way he put his whole heart into it. Maybe it was because she wasn't used to receiving compliments. Maybe it was because when he complimented her, she allowed herself to believe what he spoke as the truth.

Lily moaned as James' torture on her breasts caused the little rosy buds to harden. James grinned. He loved the sound of Lily moaning more than almost any other in the world. It was a bit of an ego thing, if he was to be honest. He loved that he could touch Lily in such a way to get a wonderful response. He had always prided himself in being able to please the redhead. When they had gotten together she was almost chaste, and his mind still wandered back to that sometimes and how he shed her of every ounce of prude, one kiss and one touch at a time. Now she was his little minx. She would purr only for him.

"You just love it, don't you?" Lily asked, sensing his thoughts and trying to sound bitter but failing miserably. "You just love how I moan for you."

James smiled, not lifting his lips from her bosom. "It is a rather lovely sound, Miss Evans."

Lily harrumphed, trying and failing to be pissed. She hated that he had this control over her. That he could make her react this way. She hated it, and she loved every second of it. She loved his feel, his touch, his lips, his body. She loved that he could make her stir in a way that no other man had ever done.

"Lily, dear, bitterness doesn't suit you well," James chastised lovingly. He finally tore his mouth away from her breast to look up at her. He caught her lips in his, effectively vanishing any negative thought from her head. They were once again snogging with much fervor, as if the other contained the life source they needed to merely survive. They continued their heavy petting and Lily's hands found her way to James' trousers, unbuttoning them.

James pulled away from her lips, earning a weird look from Lily. "No," he gasped.

"No?" Lily repeated, cocking her head to the side, an expression on her face that just made James want her even more. She was adorable when she was confused and sexually aroused.

"Not here," James clarified. "I don't want our first time in nine months to be against some cabinet in the kitchen. We'll save that for later," he added, his lips perking up in a sexy grin.

"Ahh," Lily said, understanding and relieved that he wasn't going to deny her sex. "Well, I do have a bed," she suggested, a twinkle in her emerald eyes.

James pretended to ponder this for a moment. "That just might be crazy enough to work," he finally deduced. Lily squealed as he lifted her from the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist as he placed his arms under her bum, holding her up.

She brought her lips back to his and after a minute she felt her back slam against the wall. She glanced up to see James reaching for the handle. "That's the loo, James," she said.

He let out a sigh and pulled her back from door only to walk a few steps and push her against the next one. Lily giggled. "Linen closet."

James sighed resting his head against her shoulder. "Lily, if you don't tell me where your room is," he hissed, "I'm going to forego all qualms and shag you right here against this door."

Lily let out a giggle. She knew he meant it from the hard tip pressing into her thigh. She thought about not telling him and letting him make good on his threat but she too didn't want their first reconnection to be raw and rushed. "End of the hall, on the right," Lily finally answered.

When they reached the room, James laid her down on the bed, covering her body with his and applying just the right amount of pressure. Their lips met once more for a mere ten seconds before Lily pulled away. It was James' turned to look confused.

"I think we both have on too many clothes," Lily admitted seductively.

James' mouth perked up into a smile immediately. "I always did like the way you think," he told her as his hands drifted down to her jeans, undoing them with ease. He pulled them down to her thighs and helped Lily wiggle out of the treacherous things. "Much better," he said, staring down at her in her lace panties and her half ripped off camisole that revealed her bra. He had to admit she looked a little assaulted but the grin on her face proved that she was anything but and that made James' desire grow.

"My turn," Lily assented, pulling James to the bed and laying him on his back. She straddled him and began at his neck and going downward, trailing kisses and swirling her tongue on random places, feeling the muscles ripple under her tongue and hands. After much torturing, she reached his pants. Her heart nearly burst with excitement. She loved James' penis. She knew it was exactly classy to think such a thing but she did, she loved it. It was amazing the things it could do to her.

She remembered the time she and the Marauders had been drinking and gathered around the boys' dorm. Sirius had decided they play a game of Truth or Dare. They all knew it was so Third Year but they were all drunk and figured the game would be more fun now that they were more mature.

"Lily, truth or dare?" Sirius asked, his usual cocky grin upon his face.

Lily sighed. Of course he would pick her. First he had gotten her drunk and now he was going to get her to reveal something really embarrassing or do something she wouldn't do sober. "Truth," she slurred, deciding that was the worst of the two.

"What's your favorite thing about our Jamsiepoo here?" he asked.

Lily perked up immediately, "His penis!" she said unabashedly, though the alcohol probably had something to do with it. Sirius and Remus let out a howl of laughter and Peter sat there trying to look like he wasn't trying not to laugh while James shifted uncomfortably and tried to shush Lily, throwing a glare at his two best mates. "No, no it's okay," Lily insisted, slurring her words slightly. "I don't care who knows. You have the best penis, James. I love it and I'm not ashamed to say it. I LOVE—" James finally silenced her, clamping a hand over her mouth and tackling her to the ground which she found absolutely hilarious.

Once the two were sitting upright again, James threw another glare at his friends. "I hate you, Black."

"I was trying to be nice," Sirius insisted, offended. "How was I to know that she was going to declare her undying love for your cock?"

Lily allowed herself to grin at the memory. James noticed her grin and took offense. "There is nothing that you should be laughing at down there."

Lily shook her head, giggling. "Don't worry, dear, I would never dare to laugh at your package. I was just thinking about that game of Truth and Dare we played with Remus, Sirius, and Peter."

James chuckled at the memory as well. His chuckle relit the fire in Lily's belly and her eyes darkened with desire once again. She went back to the task at hand, unbuttoning his trousers and an agonizing pace, making sure to accidentally brush her hand over his tip multiple times. She heard James groan impatiently and grinned to herself. She finally undid his pants, she herself getting a little antsy, and slid them down his legs, letting him kick them off. She watched as it sprung to life under his boxers. She slid the boxers down as well, leaving him lying naked before her.

A breath hitched in her throat as she took in his bare form. Gods he was beautiful. She smiled mischievously up at him before gripping the throbbing member in her hand. She brought her mouth down, swirling her tongue over the tip and holding back her giggle as James bucked his hips. She pulled the member further into her mouth and began bobbing her head slightly. She heard James mutter something and pulled away, looking up at him.

"What was that, love?"

"I said, 'Please stop,'" he repeated. "As amazing as that feels and Merlin does it feel amazing, I'm afraid I'm going to explode if you don't stop."

Lily's lips perked up at the side. "Is that such a bad thing?" she asked teasingly, moving her hand up and down on his hardness.

James fought to find his words. "I just…it's too…soon," he said. "For the love of Merlin, would you stop that?" he asked roughly.

Lily giggled before releasing her grip on his manhood. She climbed her way back up his body and was promptly flipped over upon reaching his mouth. She giggled underneath him as he nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. He slowly pulled the camisole up and off her, leaving her clad in matching red lace bra and panties. The color clashed nicely with her pale skin. Sure, black lingerie was sexy but it washed Lily out. Yeah, James decided, red definitely looked the best on her. James took in a breath and willed himself not to go over the edge then and there.

Lily squirmed a bit under his gaze. She was never one to like being stared at and the fact that he was doing it with desire in his eyes did little to ease her discomfort. James smiled at her sadly. He hated that she didn't like being stared at. It always made him feel bad for gawking and halted his admiration when he wanted nothing more than to take her in with his eyes.

"I hate that you hate when I watch you, Lily," he muttered. She bit her bottom lip. "You are so beautiful and sometimes I just want to sketch you in my brain so I will never forget."

She felt her face warm. James captured his lips in hers. He brought his hand down to her breast, kneading the milky mound through the lace. He pushed the material away roughly, relishing in the feel of soft skin against his rough palm. He tweaked her nipple and watched her face light up, a moan escaping her lips. She thrust her chest up into his hand and he chuckled slightly at her impatience. He followed the strap up to her shoulder, pushing it off her shoulder slightly, letting it hang against her arm as he began to place feather-light kisses on her bare shoulder.

Lily let out a frustrated sigh. "Would you just remove the damn thing already, James?" she suggested, glancing down. "It's not covering anything anyway."

"So demanding," James chuckled though he obliged, reaching behind her while she arched her back, he undid the clasp with ease. He pulled the material off of her the rest of the way and tossed it on the floor. He didn't hesitate for even a second before his mouth was on her little bud, suckling while he roughly tugged at the other with him. Lily writhed beneath him, moaning his name. He immediately slowed his pace.

He started moving his lips down her body, much like she had done to him earlier. He reached her soaked panties and grinned. He slid them down her legs and they soon joined her bra on the floor. He stopped for a second, studying her in all her naked glory. At the moment, he didn't care if she didn't want to be gawked at he was going to take in every inch of her until she forced him to stop. After a full minute of memorizing her body, he pulled his gaze away and met her eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Lils," he told her, pressing his lips against hers. Knowing that neither of them could handle much more foreplay, he placed his fingers in her moist center. She was ready for him, he decided, spreading her legs as he settled himself in between them. He glanced at her, his hazel eyes asking for permission. Lily nodded her head. She was buzzing with excitement.

James pressed a final kiss to her forehead before pressing into her opening. A sharp intake and a small "Oh," emitted from Lily's lips. James halted immediately, allowing Lily to adjust to him. It had been nine months after all, and he wasn't exactly small. Glancing at her again, she nodded, giving him the go ahead. He continued pushing in further, wishing he could ease the pain as her face contorted into a grimace.

After another minute or so, the grimace changed into pleasure and James let out a sigh of relief. She began to move her hips with his. It was amazing how easily they had fallen back into a rhythm. It was as if they had performed the act the night before instead of almost a year ago. It didn't take long at all for the two of them to reach their peaks, being as worked up as they were. Lily screamed out his name in ecstasy, pleasure washing over her. James followed as her walls tightened around him, letting out a groan.

James pulled out of Lily and collapsed beside her. She immediately curled up next to him, resting her head and hand on his chest. He brought his hands up, running his fingers through her long, soft hair. The two drifted off into a peaceful sleep after only a few minutes. Lily woke up a few hours later from the sun spilling into the room. She glanced over at her clock and noticed that it was only seven in the morning. She glanced up at James, who remained dead to the world. She smiled as she studied his features. The way his messy jet black was even more unruly than ever. The way his soft lips formed into a small grin. She grinned at herself knowing that he was hers. He had always belonged to her as she had always belonged to him.

She snuggled in closer to him and fell back to sleep. When she woke up around noon, James was no longer next to her. She felt her heart drop slightly but perked up when she saw that his clothes were still on the floor. She grabbed her panties and his shirt, slipping into each of them. She pressed her nose to shirt, taking in his scent. She had always loved James' smell. It was the smell of soap and pheromones and it was oddly intoxicating to Lily. She walked from the room and heard James whistling in the kitchen before she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

She made her way into the kitchen and stood in the doorway for a second watching James move around the kitchen, clad in only boxers, and whistling a happy tune. He turned and smiled at her when he felt her gaze on him. He smiled at her, a spatula in his hand. Lily walked over to him, hugging him from behind.

"I never knew a spatula could be so sexy," she whispered. James smiled and turned around catching her lips with his.

"You still like scrambled eggs, don't you?" he asked. Lily nodded. It was amazing. He knew everything that she liked. It was like the honeymoon phase with someone who knew everything about you, it was perfect.

James instructed her to have a seat at the table as he finished up the breakfast of eggs and bacon. James made two plates and grabbed some silverware carrying it all to the table. He took the seat next to Lily, scooting his chair close hers and grabbing her legs draping them over his legs. It was the perfect breakfast, filled with touching, feeding each other and laughing. Lily had insisted on cleaning up while James went and got dressed. He came into the kitchen, buckling his belt. He walked over to Lily, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I hate to ask, but I need my shirt, love," he told her. Lily gave him a mischievous grin before pulling the material over her head, leaving her in only her knickers. James took in the sight appreciatively. "I retract my previous statement. I'm very happy I asked for it back." He pressed a kiss to her lips and brought a hand to her breast. Pulling away before either of them wanted him to, he kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry to eat and run but I told Sirius I'd help him today and I'm already running an hour late."

"No worries," Lily insisted. "I told Margaret I'd meet up with her in town today anyway. She wants to go shopping. I swear that girl needs to go to Shopaholics Anonymous or something. She's got a serious problem."

James let out a chuckle, "Margaret always did have a certain attraction to retail." They bid each other goodbye and Lily finished putting away the dishes used for breakfast before heading to the shower.

She let the events of the night before wash over her. She smiled to herself, deciding that today was going to be a good day. I mean, how could it not with that kind of start?