Hi guys! I just started watching GoT and fell in love with Ygritte. She deserved better btw. But I started think about Ygritte and Jon as Jily and here we are! I don't have a posting time but I am writting the whole story so be sure to look out for more! Enjoy
James Potter was always taught to keep muggleborns on their side of the magical wall that stretched across Britain. The muggleborns weren't bad per day, they just were different from true pure blood wizards. They seemed wild and didn't follow society's rules. Women could fight and were even put on the front lines. They didn't have arranged marriages, they just "fell in love" and married who they wanted. They just weren't as civilized as the purebloods. Draw the line end of story. They could exist and continue to love and be, just not where the purebloods were.
Each stayed on their side of the wall.
This was just the way it was. Growing up living right near the wall this was the rules James lived by. He watched his father kill DA members who abandoned their posts. We watched his uncle join at 18 and fight to protect the people. So, when time came,and he became of age, he signed up for Dumbledore's Army. The DA. A proud group on the inside. Phoenix's they were called by those on the outside.
Lily Evans was always taught that everyone had a right to magic, no matter what side of the wall you were forced to be on. Magic wasn't just something you one day decided to do. It was something you were born into. They have been selected. They were free wizards. They could go and do as they wished whenever they wished. Women were allowed to learn to duel. You could date and have sex and just live. As long as you lived on your "proper side" of the stupid Phoenix's wall.
Lily watched her father and mother die fighting for her right to cross the wall. She never had the choice to "join" the muggleborns. Everyone learned to fight for the right to learn and be. But that didn't mean she wouldn't be the damn best dueler they had. And she would die before she would roll over to the Phoenix's. The DA wasn't bad per say, they just didn't understand her or her people. When she learned of her magic she did everything she could to prove to those Phoenix's she deserved to have magic. Muggleborns they called themselves. Born into muggles, but that's where it ended. But not to everyone. Mudblood is what they were called by those on the inside.
Both grew up fighting to protect who they loved. Fighting for those who can't. Fighting the people that threaten their right to exist. Because you can never be the villain in your own eyes.
The mission was supposed to be simple. Nothing was supposed to go wrong, and least off all, no one should fall in love. But life rarely listens to shouldn'ts or suppose too's. James and a hand full of other DA members were going to cross the wall and scout the mudbloods numbers. Dumbledore himself was leading the mission, a rare case but members were so low these days it couldn't be helped.
For thousands of years the two had battled. Fighting to keep The Wall and the sides they each belonged on. But Dumbledore's army was shrinking, Hell wizards and witches were shrinking. The population just seemed to get smaller and smaller and less babes survived. But those damn mudbloods kept attacking and killing his people. Over and over again, till they weren't. The mudbloods attacks were growing less and less and it was worrying the DA. Quiet mudbloods could not mean anything good. This would be the first mission James would be able to cross the wall. It was considered very dangerous. They had lost a lot of good men to these mudbloods.
James, Dumbledore and about 4 other men were walking up and down the streets. All was quiet. They hadn't seen anyone for days. Food was running low and they would have to head back to Castle Black, the home of the Ancient and Noble Black family and founders of Dumbledore's Army. But James didn't want the mission to end. He was born to kill muggleborns and keep the peace. That's when they found them. A small group of about six bundled around a small fire. Typical mudbloods, using spells like they had any right to them. James could feel his heartbeat start to pick up and his wand started to twitch and shoot sparks in his hand. A fight was finally brewing and James would get to be apart of it. He made eye contact with Dumbledore before jumping out and throwing spells.
James didn't even know what spells he used, all he knows is he's knocking mudbloods down like nothing. James feels a rush and he knows this is where he needs to be. Where he was born to be. He catches a figure running away and quickly chases after them. He fires shot after shot till his spell lands. The leg locked creature tumbles face first into the snow. James quickly runs over and fips them over, ready to fire the killing spell when he locked eyes with the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was breathing heavy, red hair tumbling around her face that was filled with… malice. At him. James gulped.
"A girl." He hears himself mumble. He can't believe he fought a girl, his mother would kill him. Her eyes narrowed as if she could hear his thoughts.
"A mudblood." Dumbledore shoots back. It's then James notices the battle has stopped and this red haired girl is the only one left. He breathes out hard and looks up at his captain. He can't kill her, he just can't.
"We can question her." Even James knows this is a mute point. The army has no interest in what they do, only in keeping them on their side of the wall.
"You could." Dumbledore slowly answers. He can see James hesitation but it means little to the seasoned fighter. An enemy was an enemy. "She will never say anything we can use." He calmly states. He has to get James to see reason. "I've known a mudblood to bite of his tongue instead of doing anything useful." he bites back. But James has stopped listening. He can only keep starting at those green eyes glaring back at him. He feels his hand tighten around his wand.
"What's your name?" He asks her. He just has to know who she is, and if she answers this it may prove she'll answer more.
"Lily." She says. No harshness to her words. She almost seems as confused and intrigued about him as he is to her.
"She was reaching for this wand when you caught her!" James eyes quickly dart to the side and he sees her fingers slowly inch back from the wand. Dumbledore picked it up and tosses the thing around a few times. James can feel Lily tense in his hold, so it must be her wand. "Give her half a chance and she slice you to bits." The wand is passed to James and he can see her longing for what is obviously a piece of her. James looks down to search her eyes to see if it's true. It is.
"I gave you my name." She whispers. Like James and her are the only ones in the alley, and like she wasn't trying to kill him mere seconds ago. James takes a few steps back and before he can stop himself he hears himself tell her his name.
"I'm James Potter." Never has his name felt so meaningless then in did approaching her ears. She looks up at him, chest still rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes quickly jump to all the army members. James can see her neck start to strain trying to keep her eyes level with his. And that is the first time, but not the last he realizes how much it means to her to be an equal. Her eyes slowly move over to the bodies of her fallen group. She quickly licks her lips and speaks, eyes never leaving the bodies.
"You ought to burn them." She says. He hears the mudblood accent thick on her lips, along with something else. Fear.
"We'd need a Fiendfyre for that," Dumbledore scoffs. Everyone knows the bodies will stay there to rot. "Tell me, Lily, why do you want a big dark magic fire? Mhm?" James can see Lily's mind at work. Her neck is slowly starting to give out as her head dips lower. James prays she answers, not only for her sake but his. Dumbledore pushes harder. "There some more friends in the area?" Stepping closer to her, James has to stop himself from trying to get in between them, as if he was going to protect Lily.
"Burn them," Lily only states. Her eyes remain on the bodies and a hard edge takes to her melodic voice. "Or maybe you'll be needing those wands again." She finally looks up and locks eyes with James, trying to convey the true meaning in her words. Inferi.
"James here has already killed an inferi. He can do it again if he has too." Both Lily and James notice his use of He and not Us. "What waits beyond the alley?" It seems Dumbledore understands James need to know her. Or that she is talking and knowing anything better then not.
"The Muggleborns." Lily answers. Her sarcastic snap shocks James. He has never known a girl to speak like this.
"How many?" James started to feel uneasy. This was the mission after all, but the sooner she answered, the sooner she'd meet the business end of his wand.
Her little peel of laughter shocks James. There is nothing funny about this. "Hundreds and thousands," she replies finally meeting Dumbledore in the eye. James eyes dart to his commander. If she speaks the truth, the mudbloods out number them 10 to 1. "More than you've ever seen, Phoenix." She spits the last word at them so hard James is surprised steam didn't start coming out her ears.
"What's in the Woods your king could ever want?" Everyone knew the mudbloods followed Andromeda Tonks, a purebloods like them until she had fallen in love with a mudblood. Lily eyes slowly rise up to meet James' and all he can hear is her breathing. His wand arm is starting to tire and he slowly starts to lower his wand till he hears Dumbledore speak again. "Do you mean to match on our wall?" He practically screams at her. He doesn't wait for her to respond, he just walks over and settles his hand on Lily's face. She tries to scoot back as far as the leg binding cruse will allow. "Do you know who I am girl?" The question starlets James but Lily is quick to answer.
"Albus Dumbledore." Her words are spoken quickly, as if she's had to memorize the name over and over again. James realizes she probably had.
"Tell me the truth. If your people captured me, would they take me prisoner?" James can hear the old man's age and tiredness slip into his words. Dumbledore's watch has been long and hard, and it's not over yet.
Lily is quick to respond. "They'd utter the killing curse if they was feeling kind," She whispers again. Almost like it's a dirty little secret she's sharing, like she wants to be punished. "If not, they'd kill you slow." James sees Lily's jaw jut out as Dumbledore slow nobs, as if she didn't just utter how much she wanted him dead.
"We simply have no food for her. Can't spare a man to watch her," James looks down at his wand, realizing what Dumbledore is about to make him do. "Can't let her go. She'll bring Andromeda Tonks army down on us. It needs to be done." Lily's eyes slowly slide over to James as he watches a wand be pulled out. This girls life is about to end before him, and it's then he realizes what joining the army truly means. "Want me do it?" Dumbledore asks as he's already forming the curse on his tongue.
"No," he hears himself say. He's looking at his wand and saw what had to be done. "No, I'll do it." He says, his brown eyes locked with hers. Unable to look away, unable to do anything really.
"Come, men. We'll leave him to it." With a sweep of robes the great Albus Dumbledore moved out the alley. But James doesn't notice. He stops noticing a lot of things after meeting Lily. "We will meet you at the top?" He doesn't not wait for James' answer and is already out the door. Now it's just James and Lily, Lily and James.
James paces back and forth in front of her. The weight of taking her life lays heavy on him but Lily can see that. Lily would see a lot of things about James no one else would.
"You ain't never killed a woman before did ya? Well you don't need to do it." Her voice never hits pleading. Just like she's talking to a child, trying to explain to him the right answer on charms homework. "Andromeda would take you, I know she would. Ohhhh there's secret ways!" Her voice starts to pick up and get excited. James thought this was just to get him to not kill her, but he thinks it's more than that. "The Phoenix's would never catch you-" her words are cut off by James' wand digging into her throat. She almost had him, but he would never betray his vows.
"I'm as much a Phoenix as they are." It's in those words James finds the courage for what he has to do, and Lily finds it too. He releases her from the leg locking charm silently and just stares at her, seeing what she'll do. She only slow roles over so her back is too him, the easiest way to do the killing curse. She does not move slowly. Only calmly and with numb fate.
"Will you burn me?" The words shock James, of everything she could have asked about him or his people but she could only asks for the one thing he can't give her. "After. " she huffs out, even as brave as she pretends to be, she can't say what comes after.
"Can't." He mumbles, raising his wand. "Someone might see the smoke." She only pulls up her hair, letting him have a clean shot at her.
"Strike hard and true, James Potter." She sucks in a breath as if his name drew all the strength she had. "Or I'll come back and haunt you." James pauses and moves his wand to push her stay hairs off her neck. "It's cold." James breathes deep and tries not to think about what this curse will do. Lily huffs and shifts her weight. "Go on. Be quick about it." She waits for the words, but they never come. She turns and looks over her shoulders, obvious irritation in her eyes. James realizes it must make a lot to make her cry. "Do. It. Bastard!" She screams. Her voice is filled with air as if she's trying to get air that will be stolen from her. "Do it!" James' hand shakes and he fires a single spell.
Lily looks up at the burn mark on the wall and whips around to look at James. She sucks in more air as she realizes from now until her death she's breathing his borrowed air. James looks at her and see the same thing, and a little bit more. He leans in to see what is hiding in her eyes when she quickly tackles him and runs out the back door. James pauses for a minute, a lady back home would never, but he's not back home and she is in no way shape or form a lady, so he takes off after her.
He chases off after her, weaving in and out of alleys and doorways. She is quick to throw up a hood, to hide her fire locks from him. As if that was the only way he'd be able to pick her out from a crowd. She is quick and fast and knows the area better. But she doesn't know how to disapparate that much is clear. James swirls to right before the alley hits the street and tackles her into the mud and water. He's on top of her, wand at her throat. He feels her chest heaving all over again, but without seeing those eyes, he's able to focus on the task at hand. Until she speaks.
"You can't do it. We both know it." Her words anger him, she has no right to speak to a pureblood in this way. He grabs her shirt and rolls her over just to show her how strong he can be against her. But she doesn't seem afraid. Her eyes are full of merith as she says, "The sun's going down James Potter. And your friends ain't no where close by."
"I'll find them," he says. Not wanting to hear how true her words were. But she knows his not listening.
"Call for them. Go on, call loudly." She taunts. He looks back down at her and digs his wand farther into her neck. He heaved her up and waved his wand, ropes pouring out to coil around her. He waits till they secure her and heads off. Anywhere just away from here and her eyes and her dainty little breaths.
They walk for hours in silence. Lily never once says anything, letting him lose them deeper and deeper into her world. After three hours Lily finally decided to speak.
"Your brothers desert ya? I can tell you which way to go…" her suggestive voice echoes off the woods they've now found themselves in.
"We'll stop here." He looks around and sees nothing but trees. At least they will be semi protected from wind and rain. "Too dark to go any further today."
"Here! There's no shelter here," she mutters with disgust looking at the animal trampled ground.
"There's no selter anywhere." He starts to say, he looks around a bit not focusing on his work until most of her is free from ropes. Allowing her to relax a bit more for the night.
"There is," her sing song voice chimes in again. "If you know where to look." She adds bitterly. She stands there and James moves around her, releasing her ties. "The cold could kill us both," she finally snapped. "If we light a fire-"
"No. No fire. No heating charms either. They could track us."
"But a fire-" she starts to snap.
"No, fire." He pulls right on the ropes around her waist. Looking up at her to remind her, she is in fact the criminal. He can see her tongue rub against her teeth in irritation.
Knowing when she's lost her battles Lily finals says, "Have it your way." He grabs her and roughly lays her down on the ground. She watches him walk away for a moment before desperately saying, "We'll stay warmer if we stay close." Her voice starts to falter into an innocent one, as if she doesn't know what a man lying next to a women means. It makes James stop. She didn't out right ask him to have sex with her, but it was the most forward thing a young woman had ever said to him. He could feel his cheeks start to redden. "Bet you freeze to death before I do. Better your life." She rolls over to face away from him, knowing that she's right and he'll have to give in James huffs and runs his finger through his hair. It is not something he did before meeting Lily, but it would become something he would do for the rest of his life. Angrily James turned around and laid behind Lily. He grabs her arm and pulls her to him, as close as allowed while still being respectful, he is a lord after all. James just starts to settle when he hears her begin to speak.
"Think they're out there looking for ya?" They both could hear her true meaning. Does anyone actually care what happens to you?
"Yes," he manages to breathe out. He knows they'll look. What he doesn't know is if they'll look because they like him, or because they can't lose the man power.
"Think they'll find ya?" All seriousness is gone. She knows he's utterly lost and his brothers will fair no better.
"Yes," he responded again. But even he doesn't believe it. James thinks Lily's asleep till she wishfully says
"You're brave." James stops and reflects on her words. If he didn't know better he would think she likes him. "Stupid," She begins again teasingly. Ahh, there it is. "But brave." Lily repeats again, with the same wishful tone. James has never been called brave before. He hated that it was done by a mudblood women.
"We start again at first light. Get some sleep." He commands. James doesn't know how to deal with feelings. Or emotions. It's not talked about behind The Wall. He closes his eyes and tries to follow his own advice. Only Lily has her own ideas. She'll teach this baby Phoenix what it means to lay with a muggle born girl. She slow begins to move her hips, rubbing up and down along James groin. He stiffens and pulls away.
"Stop moving." He commands, his voice already starting to get tight.
"Just trying to get comfortable." She sweetly says, as if they both don't know what she's doing. Before she even finished her sentence she's already rubbing on him again.
"Stop it." James barks, the tone of pleading already starting to slip into his voice. The both lay still breathing and trying to imagine what the other will do next. Just when James thinks he's safe he feels her rotate her hips a few more times. Though he can't see her face, he just knows she smirking at him. "You're still moving." He manages to weeze out. This girl will be the death of him.
"Was I?" She asks, not unlike how his sister Arya would ask was it was wrong for her to shoot a bow and arrow. "I didn't notice that time." James doesn't say anything. He just waits to see what else she'll make him do. And there will be many things, just not this night.