Hey! This is a remake of a story I wrote a while ago, On His Own. Still haven't gotten votes really, but I recently fixed the poll (on profile). Here it is so far:

Light!Harry : 0

Grey!Harry : 7

Dark!Harry : 3

So, enjoy:) Also let me know who Harry should be paired with :P

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

.:O:.

Lilly Potter threw on her simple black robes quickly, buttoning them up as fast as she could. She reached for the Floo powder, hoping to make it back to her home, her real home, before he woke up.

Too late.

"Where're you going, Lily-flower?" He asked mockingly. Her gemstone eyes flashed at the obvious barb: her husband's fond nickname of her.

The fiery haired witch glanced over her shoulder. Hewas sitting up, black satin sheets dripping off him and revealing ivory skin. At least he still had on pants, unlike most dawns. "Away," she said curtly.

His mercury eyes narrowed and he pursed his thin lips. "But where?" he pressed.

"Where the hell do you think?" she half-shouted before collapsing on the bed. He only smirked in amusement. This had become a normal routine for them, her waking up and breaking down, only to crawl back into the safety of his arms.

"C'mon, love," he murmured lowly, grabbing her thin shoulder. "Come back to bed."

Lily jumped up in a flash. "No."

The man reared back in surprise. This, her refusal to once more join him, was not part of their routine. "Excuse me?" he asked politely, blinking the drowsiness from his eyes.

"I said, no," the Muggleborn witch repeated, raking a hand through her hair. "Don't you see?" she asked desperately. "We can't keep doing this! I'm married, for Godric's sake!"

He narrowed his now alert eyes. "Oh, I see," he said frostily. "You just want to toss me aside, like one of your boy-toys, is that it?"

It was her turn to be shocked. "What?"

"Oh, I've read the tabloids, the Prophet. I knew you were a cheat, believe me."

"You believed The Prophet?" she asked. "You believed Rita Skeeter?"

The former Slytherin continued on as though she hadn't spoken. "I just thought maybe, just maybe, I would actually be something special."

"You are!" she shouted. Lily grabbed fistfuls of her vibrant hair, tugging on the silk strands. "Don't you see it? I actually love you!"

He was up in a flash, gripping her hands. "Prove it," he whispered urgently. "Marry me. I've got my great-grandmother's ring in the vault; we can just… run away."

She buried her face in his neck. "I can't. I may love you, but… I loved James first."

He stepped back. His hair was ruffled from sleep, and Lily found herself resisting the urge to smooth it down not unlike the way she does to James before he leaved for work. It had always been a joke between them: her emerald eyes and his serendibite hair. They sparkled like jewels together, and she knew it. Maybe that's why she was so afraid. "Is that it?" he hissed. "You choose first love over true love?"

A few Galena-colored tears dripped down her sharp cheeks, disappearing under her chin. He had the urge to wipe them away, to hold her and never let go. She was as fragile as crystal though, and that's why he was so afraid. He wasn't sure what scared him more – losing her or breaking her.

Her silence was his answer.

"Fine," he bit out, turning away. "Just leave. Mudblood."

He heard her soft sobs at the name he'd called her so much, before they were in love. In the reflection of a silver-plated mirror, he watched her leave forever.

He dropped to his knees, let out an inhuman howl of pain. He was afraid of losing her, but more scared of breaking her. He managed to do both.

.:O:.

Lily crashed into her husband. He held her as she steadied herself. His hazel eyes looked down on her with love and concern. "Alright, Lily-flower?" he asked teasingly.

She broke. Lily clung to him desperately, howling out her story while sobbing all the while.

His grip had tightened momentarily while she spoke, and his voice seemed more distant. "How long has this been going on?" he asked her. His handsome face was devoid of emotion.

"A-" she hiccoughed, "A week - hic! - and a half." She let out another sob, trying to stifle her high-pitched reaction to all the bawling.

"How'd it end?" He asked, voice still hard. Less like a home, more like a hotel.

Lily wiped her tears. "I ended it. I… I told him I loved you." She looked up at James from beneath dew covered lashes. "Do you hate me?" she asked timidly.

James sighed. "No, Lily-fl – Lily." He grinned roguishly, although it seemed forced. "I loved you since we were eleven, and a mistake won't change that. You did end it, after all." She smiled brightly, a sun-shine smile, and let out a happy laugh that blew over his ears like an autumn breeze.

She pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. "I love you, Mr. Potter."

"And I love you, Mrs. Potter," he breather back, swooping in for another kiss.

"Ew!" a high pitched voice chimed in. Lily and James looked to the entrance to the living room. Molly Weasley's second eldest son, Charlie, was standing in the open doorway. He wrinkled a freckled nose. "Old people germs. Yuck!"

"Charlie!" Molly's stern voice drifted from the hallway. "How many times have I told you-" she stopped, staring at Lily and James' position before scooping up her yelping six year old and shutting the door behind her. Lily laughed lightly, berating herself mentally for forgetting the Weasley family was Porkeying over to spend time with the Potter's on James' day off.

"All is right in the world," James joked. Lily smiled and hugged him tightly, happy to be in his warm and familiar embrace.

But she still wondered.

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Lily breathed heavily. Her hair was mused and she was sweaty, not to mention her iron grip on James' hand. He was pale also, though mostly from her threats.

All her anger and pain was forgotten as the nurses placed a blue-wrapped bundle in her open arms. She smiled down at her second son, simply two minutes younger than her fist born, Aaron James. Aaron was being tested now,to see if he was a Squib. His eyes were still baby blue, but she could tell they would fade into James' hazel.

"Hi baby," she whispered. He opened his eyes slowly.

Her gasp did not go unnoticed by James.

Her faithful husband looked at the child before closing his eyes slowly and growling lowly. He whipped out his mahogany wand before tapping the newborn. A white glow filled the room, and when Lily looked again, her child's eyes were as emerald as her own.

"James…"

"He will grow up a Potter," James insisted, staring at the boy fondly. "He is my son. Not... his."

"What shall we name him?" Lily breathed.

Her husband hesitated. "Harry something… or something Harry."

Lily gnawed on a pink lip. "What about Harrison?" she asked. "Harry for short." James grinned, nodding happily. "As for his middle name," Lily continued, "Maybe-"

"Sirius?" A new, booming voice suggested. James laughed.

"Harrison Sirius Potter it is." He looked over at his wife anxiously. "If that's okay with you, Tiger-lily." He had taken to calling her that, to replace Lily-flower. Lily nodded tiredly.

"I love it," she whispered, still mesmerized by her child.

Sirius Black leaned over to peer at Harry. "Hey, Remus," he called over a sandy-haired man, "Doesn't the tyke have Lily's eyes?"

The tired werewolf stepped over and grinned. "Yeah, he does, doesn't he?"

Lily wanted to die.

Well? I was going to start it like I did On His Own, with Voldemort being vanquished, but I wanted to have a back story as to how Harry got his glamour. Next Chapter: Voldemort comes to Godric's Hollow:)

Let me know what you think:)

TTFN,

CosmicEdge