A/n- Written for the "War Of Angels" challenge on HPFC.
Prompt- Dance.
Word Count- 665 words.
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The Rhythm Of Us.
Neither James nor Lily Potter could dance very well, they had no rhythm or sense of movement, but they danced anyway.
The first time Lily Potter danced with James Potter, she'd been Lily Evans.
Lily Evans, who, after six years of pursuing, had finally agreed to go out with James Potter. But it didn't go exactly as planned, but then, what is their lives ever did, anyway? It seemed like everyone and their mother had come to The Three Broomsticks that day to see how their date was going.
James had been extremely apologetic, but Lily had brushed it off, but neither of them had liked the scrutiny they were in.
James had held out his hand for her, she'd taken it, and with a promise to Madame Rosemerta of returning the Butterbeer glasses later, they'd gotten out.
They'd gone to a secret spot a little farther away from the Screaming Shack, and sat there with warm butterbeers in their hands, watching out at the small town of Hogsmeade, which when covered in snow looked like something out of a postcard.
They'd been talking for almost two hours, when they'd heard musical notes dancing around in the air; it seemed like someone was playing the guitar, though she couldn't recognize the song, she did know that the tune was beautiful. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the stone, letting the music take her away.
She'd opened her eyes when she'd heard him say her name, and saw him standing in front of her with his hand held out, and she took it. She stood up slowly, still holding his hand, and then he pulled her towards him. He wrapped one hand around her waist, and started to move.
Though it was pretty clear, after stepping on toes and unbalanced moves, that neither of them had any talent or rhythm, they still danced; laughing and talking, and James even sang a part of the song in her ear.
But the thing was, while James Potter and Lily Evans might not be dancing to the rhythm of the music, they were dancing to the rhythm of each other.
And that was the very moment that she'd started to fall in love.
The last time Lily Evans had danced with James Potter, she'd been Lily Potter.
Lily Potter, who had been extremely exhausted and miserable, because she hadn't been able to take her one year old son out to trick-or-treating.
In that house in Godric's Hollow, she'd been staring out at children, from the nursery of her baby, roaming about the streets, wishing her Harry could be out, too, and her misery must have been visible on her face, because her husband had pulled her towards him.
He held Harry in one hand, and wrapped the other around her waist, and sang the very song, they'd danced to, on their first date.
Harry had giggled as his papa twirled his mama around and sang in a horrible tuneless voice. And for the first time, Lily Potter had forgotten about all the horrible things out in the world, about the people trying to find her son and kill him.
But she'd been reminded in the worst way possible.
They'd heard some noises coming from downstairs, the music and dancing stopped at once, even Harry stopped smiling, Lily had looked into James's eyes and known, that this was it, that this was the night, it would all be over, either for Voldemort or for them.
"You stay here with Harry," he'd said, putting Harry down in his crib, "I'll go see what's wrong,"
James had kissed her one last time, and left, and it was when she heard his scream that she let the tears fall, she kissed the crying Harry on his forehead, and stepped in front of his crib, ready to fight for her son till her last breathe.
And in those last moments of her life, she remembered the rhythm of James and Lily Potter.