This is my take on the whole Lily and James relationship fanfics. It will include Remus and Sirius also falling in love with some of the other Gryffindor girls. It will end with Lily and James' death of course. I don't own Harry Potter, sad isn't it? Oh well! Thanks~ Please review and tell me what I should work on or if anyone has suggestions.

Chapter 1: The Favor

Present Day

Hestia Jones sat into the wicker chair heavily, not believing what the letter in her hand had told her to do. She narrowed her eyes at the yellowing old piece of paper hoping that it would combust any minute, erasing what it had asked. Hestia sighed before looking over the letter from one of her old best friends. Memories resurfaced in her brain but she pushed them away.

Dear Hestia,

I know that everything has been chaotic recently and I understand that you are busy with the Order and all but I need to ask you to do a favor for me. I wish that I would be able to ask you this in person, but since I am currently under "house arrest" in Godric's Hallow. It feels odd being unable to leave here. James is absolutely going insane, he wont stop pacing when he is doing nothing. Its driving me insane.

Oh ignore my complaining. I would vent more about life here, but that would take up a whole page. Even if I cant leave here I would still stay no matter what. I would do anything to protect my Harry, you know that. I wish you could stop by sometime, I'm getting really lonely with only James and Harry.

Sirius came by a couple of days ago but he's not the same. Marlene's death is taking a deep toll out of our Padfoot. Wormy was here, he looked sad as well. Have you heard from Remus? I'm getting worried about him. I'm sick and tired of being sad Hest! I cant stand to heard about the death tolls increasing, along with our friends dying out there.

I need some of our old "girl time" to try to forget everything. Well it wouldn't be the same without Marlene. Speaking about our old-Hogwarts days I was wondering if you heard from Dorcas lately? I'm worried about her, she didn't take Mar's death easy. None of us did.

Anyway I better get to my point soon or I'll run out of paper! Since Marlene's dead I was hoping you would take her place for this favor. She was Harry's god mother and since she isn't here anymore I need someone who I can trust to handle this favor. I can understand if you don't want to take it, but I'm hoping that you will.

I have a bad feeling that something will happen to either James or myself, oh Merlin I just hope it isn't both of us. In the case that I die I want my son to know about my life, our life, everything. I don't want him going through life hearing about us, I want him to see our life. Yes you are assumptions are correct. I have bottled up all of my memories, with Marlene's that she took out before she…died, so that Harry can see our life in Hogwarts.

Now for the favor. I was wondering if you could give them to him? When you deem him ready of course. I was also wondering if you could put some of your memories in as well? To help fill in the missing places? Maybe get Sirius and Remus' memories also? I want Harry to know me, even when-if I end up gone. Please Hestia, please do this for me. For Harry.

If my feelings turn out to be nothing then I will get back my memories and tell Harry everything personally. I fear that I may be correct in my premonitions though. This is just a precaution, but I want to ask you to show him my memories. So please will you? I understand if you cant, but I hope that you will agree.

Sirius took our memories the other day. He somehow managed to hid them in his mother's house. 12 Grimmauld Place, under the floor boards of his room. The old hag should have died now, so you don't have to worry about her. It will be easy to know which room is Sirius'. Thanks Hestia. Please keep in touch sweetie.

Keeping you all in my heart every day,

Lily Potter

By the way Harry says "Hi!" You have to come over and see all that he learned! He is growing up so quickly, I cant believe it! Of course he's favorite word is "Padfoot" but I blame James and Sirius for that. Couldn't his first word be "mom" not "Padfoot". Beggers cant be choosers though. I'm happy to say that mom was his next word!

Hestia brushed away her tears that were falling freely down her slightly chubby face. Her best friend had asked her for a favor, to help her son learn about her. There was no way that Hestia could refuse Lily. She has never been able to disagree with Lily since her arguments were solid. The only thing that had disagreed on was James Potter, and it turned out that Hestia was correct.

"Stupid letter," Hestia muttered fondly. "Showing up nearly 18 years later. Then again now is a good time since Voldemort has been defeated. In fact it's the perfect time to tell him."

"Tell who what?" Megan Freeman, Hestia's nosy gossiping coworker, questioned eagerly leaning over the top of the cubicle to look down at her.

"Oh…my friend about something," Hestia lamely stated, knowing that her obvious lying statement would cause Megan to get even more interested but Hestia was never good on the spot. She would always end up blabbing things on accident.

"Who's your friend?" Megan grinned widely, eager for more details about her personal life that she never shared.

I'm surrounded by Muggles, Eve sighed inwardly, There is no way that any of them can know about my real life. Not that I want them to anyways.

"Um…just a friend, no one special," Hestia snorted at her own comment.

Yeah the son of one of my dead friends and the Boy-Who-Killed-You-Know-Who is a no one, Hestia smiled at the silly lie, yeah right and I'm the Queen of England.

"Really?" Megan narrowed her dark beady eyes at her, making Hestia retreat slowly toward the opening in her cubicle to get away from her annoying all seeing glare.

"Yep," Hestia popped the 'p' trying to sound as casual as she could. "Well I'm going to go right now so I'll see you later."

"Wait! You didn't tell me who it was!" Megan angrily huffed as Hestia quickly turned around and nearly ran toward the stairs to get out of the office building where she worked.

She hurried out of the building glancing at her clock on her wrist as she jogged. 5:14 pm. It wouldn't be to late to go see Harry now, especially since it was so early in the night. Hestia sighed, not really wanting to do this but she couldn't say no. So she better just get it done with as fast as possible since she didn't want to go back to those happy times then be launched forward into the now depressing times.

Glancing around the semi-busy street Hestia looked for a place to apparate. None of the Muggles seemed to notice her as she turned into a dark alley way next to her office building. The long shadow of the building gave her enough cover so the no one could spot her. Then with a turn and a soft crack she disappeared.

After going to 12 Grimmauld Place, facing Kreacher, digging around Sirius' room until she finally found the loose board and the vials full of memories Hestia landed softly onto the Burrow's lawn. The Burrow was one of the amazing places Hestia has ever been. The lopsided house was reaching toward the sky, held up securely by magic. The garden was overflowing with plants and weeds, with a gnome sticking his bald ugly head out of a hole.

Hestia adjusted the dark green cloth backpack that she had placed all the vials into. Then slowly she walked up to the door. Light and laughter spilled out into the yard making Hestia smile in wonder. The Weasleys' had always amazed her since they were so nice and full of life.

Pausing at the door she took a deep breath to calm down her raging emotions. She hadn't seen most of these people seen the Battle at Hogwarts. That had been almost a year ago. They would most likely open their arms wide for her when she entered, and she didn't want to have to tell Harry that she held in her arms the memories of his mother and maybe even his father if James had contributed, which he most likely did.

Hestia knocked loudly and calmly on the door, not surprised to hear the loudness fade to nothing. There was still some Death Eaters on the loose, so she didn't blame them for being cautious. When no answer came Hestia knocked again calling out brightly.

"Hello! Its Hestia Jones!"

"Hestia?" Mrs. Molly Weasley's voice softly asked from the other side of the door. Her voice was slow, announcing every syllable.

"Yes Molly," Hestia told her relaxing at hearing the woman who even acted like a mother hen to her, even though she was only years younger than the older woman.

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Arthur Weasley kind voice asked her curiously.

"I need to talk to Harry," Hestia sighed. Might as well tell them the truth for why I'm here, She thought reasonably.

"Why?" Molly demanded, her mothering concerned tone coming out completely crystal clear.

"Lily Potter left me something for him," Hestia started hearing someone suck in a huge breath of air in surprise. "Before you say it I know that Lily is dead. I just found a letter of hers addressed to me about 18 years ago. Since I am the only one living who was friends with her it passed on me to do what she asked."

"What did she ask?" Harry's somewhat deep voice asked with controlled calm.

"She asked me to-" She started thinking that it was much more easier to talk this way than to face him.

"Wait a minute," Hermione Granger interrupted protectively. "How do we know that you are the real Hestia Jones and not some Death Eater in disguise."

"Then ask me a question that the real Hestia Jones would only know," She suggested not at all put down that they didn't believe it was the real her. "I thought you would have asked earlier since not all of the Death Eaters have been found. Mad-Eye would have been disappointed in you guys for not being paranoid like him."

There were sounds of a bunch of people talking. All of them were trying to come up with a good question that only she would know. That would be difficult, Hestia sighed wishing once again that Sirius or Remus were there to instantly ask a question, None of the Order really knows me besides Sirius, Remus, Emmeline, and Tonks. This might take a while for them all to come up with a good question.

Then suddenly Harry asked though the door, not even consulting the others about the question before he blurted it out. "What couldn't you believe when you came 4 Privet Drive the second time?"

"How the Dursleys' knew nothing about how important you were to the defeat of Voldemort, or the fact the they had no idea where you were going or what you were planning on doing," Hestia hissed angrily. "Then she had to sob all over her git of a son because he didn't think you were a waste of space! I mean really! Shouldn't she have been crying all over you! You were the one in danger! But no! Petunia only cared about her son! Not you, who is Lily's son! Merlin I wanted to hex her so badly! Stupid woman. Lily would hex her into oblivion if she knew how her sister acted to you!"

"Correct," Harry laughed pulling open the door widely to reveal the small young looking, black haired woman whose cheeks were burning red from anger. "How have you been? Its been a long time since I saw you last."

"Nearly a year," Hestia agreed going into the warm bright crowded house. Molly instantly hugged her and Hestia returned it gratefully. "Hello Molly."

"You really should keep in touch more," Molly scolded ushering them all towards the sitting room.

Everyone was greeting Hestia warmly, now knowing that it was really the true Hestia Jones. There was laughter as they all caught up. It seemed empty though to Hestia. She looked around as everyone once again took a seat around the room. Oh Bill, Fleur, Charlie, and Percy weren't there, Hestia noted feeling a pang of sadness when she noticed George was also missing. If my twin was gone I wouldn't want to be around family either.

"So how has work been Arthur?" Hestia asked the older man who sat down into a chair next to her.

"Oh you know," Arthur shrugged laughing. "Not many people are playing with Muggle things since the Death Eaters are still loose."

"I can understand that," Hestia nodded.

"What about you dear?" Molly gazed worryingly at the woman who placed her bulging bag onto the floor carefully. "Have you been alright?"

"Yeah," Hestia smiled weakly. "Its been a little hard, but not as hard as the end of the first war-" Molly nodded sympathetically. "-but I'm just happy that there will never been a war again. Wait there wont be another war right?"

Ginny laughed. "Nah, Harry defeated Voldemort fair and square. There is no way that he will be coming back ever."

"Thank Merlin," Hestia grinned widely.

"So you wanted to see Harry?" Ron raised an eyebrow confused. "About his mom?"

"Oh yeah," Hestia nodded having got caught up in the conversation. "Lets see. Now where did that letter go? Hm, not in my pocket. This is why I was never in charge of holding things, I always seem to loose them. Hm, nope, not there. Oh wait!"

Hestia looked in her bag's front pocket and found the missing letter. Handing it over to Harry who raised an eyebrow. Harry held the piece of paper carefully between two fingers looking as though it was going to bite him.

Hestia gestured at the letter. "Read it. You should be the one to read it first before anyone else."

Harry's brow knitted together in confusion before he unfolded the letter and began to read. Hermione who sat on one side of him glanced over his shoulder to sneakily read the letter. Her brown eyes went huge when she realized that this was a real letter from the dead Lily Potter. There was silence as Harry finished, his bright emerald eyes sparkling with unshed tears. His hands shook as he looked up and locked eyes with Hestia.

"Mom wrote you?" His voice was surprisingly steady.

"Yes," Hestia nodded. "I found the letter earlier today when I was cleaning out some of my old things. I remember when the letter came, but I had been to busy with Dorcas' funeral to read it. When I had time to read it the letter had disappeared."

"What-How? The Memories?" Harry shook his head confused.

"Maybe the others should read it as well so they understand what is going on," Hestia suggested quietly. Harry nodded, handing the letter to Hermione and she quickly read in to the curious room. Harry closed his eyes, leaning towards Ginny who hugged him tightly until the letter ended.

There was silence until Molly broke it. "I-I didn't know Marlene was Harry's god mother."

"She was engaged to Sirius so it was the most logical choice," Hestia explained to the room who all seemed to have their eyes on her, except for Harry whose brilliant eyes were closed.

"What?" Harry demanded, eyes snapping open and leaning forward to look at her.

"Sirius and Marlene were engaged," She explained to the startled room. "That is until Mar was killed by Death Eaters. Only their friends knew. So I'm the only one alive who knew now."

"I had no idea that Sirius was that serious about someone," Ginny muttered not even catching herself as she did a Sirius/serious joke.

"Of course not," Hestia laughed. "Hogwarts man-whore who only dated girls for a few weeks before dumping them was engaged? That would have been nearly suicidal to announce that."

"Why wasn't I told?" Harry demanded hurt flashing through his eyes.

"Sirius has always had a hard time talking about Marlene after that," Hestia explained. "He was the one who told Remus and I that we weren't allowed to inform you about anything relating to Mar. She was the love of his life, he still believed that she would come walking through the doorway apologizing for being late again."

"What about the memories mentioned?" Hermione intervened when she saw Harry was about to yell at Hestia for not telling him anything.

"All in this bag," She gestured at the bag. Instantly everyone's eyes zoomed to the innocently looking bag on the ground.

"So can we-are we-what are-" Harry muttered clearly not able to form a complete sentence.

"Yes you can watch the memories," Hestia smiled softly at him. "Her memories start off in the beginning of 7th year. Marlene's memories are there as well. It also looks like James, Sirius and Remus contributed some memories as well. You just have to mix them together during the right time."

"Arent you going to stay?" Molly blinked in surprise.

"I was there," Hestia explained. "Its too hard for me to remember it all. I'm the only one left, its too difficult to watch again. I can give you my memories though."

"No please stay," Harry quietly looked up at his mothers friend. "You don't have to watch with us, but please stay here."

"I don't know-" Hestia bit her lower lip in confusion.

"What if Harry has a question?" Ginny asked her, twisting a long lock of red hair between her fingers. "Lily would want you to help Harry figure everything out, not to abandon him in his time of need."

Hestia snorted. "You reminded me of Mar for a second there. Oh alright I'll stay."

"Now how are we supposed to watch the memories?" Ron asked, his face revealing how confused he was at the moment.

"Oh Ronald," Hermione sighed. "We'll have to watch the memories in a Pensieve of course."

"Of course! We have one just lying around here," Ron sarcastically shot back at her.

"You don't-" Hermione started narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend.

"Dumbledore had one in his office," Harry remembered going into the Pensieve many times during his sixth year, cutting off his best friends bickering.

"I have one with me," Hestia informed them, making all of them raise their eye brows at her. "It was with the memories. I assume that Sirius or Lily had been the one to get it. Most likely Sirius "borrowed" it."

"That sounds like the younger Sirius," Molly nodded in agreement.

Harry turned his eyes on to . "Did you know Sirius when he was younger?"

"Not really, I had a house full of kids to take care of," Molly laughed. "My brothers were rather fond of him and your father James, though. Pulled a couple of pranks with them too."

"Gideon and Fabian Prewett," Hestia smiled fondly. "You had to love those two sweethearts."

"Yes, they were very sweet weren't they?" Molly smiled her thoughts drifting back to many years ago.

"Very," Hestia agreed pulling her heavy bag onto her lap. Opening it up she took the bowl that was sitting calmly on the top. The liquid inside sloshed around quickly at the sudden movement but didn't splash over the rim. Hestia sat it down on the end table that Arthur had moved in the center of the room. "Now to find the first vial. Lily labeled them all, like the smartie she was."

Hestia started taking out all the small vials, rearranging them according to the order that they were in. Muttering to herself about the numbers and all the different colors. All of the memories were in different color vials, making it easy to know whose memory belonged to who.

Sirius' was a deep red color like that of the Gryffindor color. James, being almost a brother to Sirius, color was a bright gold to accompany Sirius' red color. Lily's was in a dark green to match her eyes. Remus' was a dark blue, showing the obvious signs of Ravenclaw in him. Marlene's was a pale lavender color that looked almost white in the bright yellow light of the Burrow.

"Alright Lily's needs to go in first," Hestia informed them feeling odd that she was being the calm logical one when really she used to be the silly one.

She uncorked the vial labeled number 1, then poured it into the liquid of the Pensieve swirlling around until the bowl was filled with Lily Evan's memories. Hestia did the same thing with the other four's memories. All was quiet as they watched her move with confidence, feeling much better that she knew Harry wasn't going to rip her head off anytime soon.

"Okay now my memory," Hestia hummed as she pointed her wand to her head, closing her eyes in concentration, then calmly pulling out the silver strip of her memory. Blinking and shaking her empty head she added it to the other pile of memories. "Okay now, I don't know how this is going to work. Most likely from other peoples perspective once in a while. Um…You all know how to work a Pensieve right?"

"Yes," Hermione nodded standing up with the other younger adults. "We place our fingers into the liquid then observe the persons memories as if we were there. The only problem is that we can not communicate with the memories."

"Correct," Hestia laughed going back to rest on the couch. All of the preparing had wore her out, especially taking a memory out was difficult. "Those are all copies, not the actual memory. Now get going, Harry looks like he's going to leave without you."

"Harry!" Ginny cried laughing as she watched the black haired boy inch towards the Pensieve.

"Okay lets go," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah before Harry wets himself," Ron grinned not even seeming to notice the glare the boy sent at him.

"Whatever," Harry's eyes lightened with being so close with his family's memories. "Lets go on three. One…Two…Three."

Then the four of them dipped their fingers into the Pensieve.