a n d t h e n t h e r e w e r e t h r e e

Author's Note: Okay, first a note of warning: this first chapter's a little NC-17. It's not too bad…just alcohol, a whore, more alcohol, and implied lemon…But I swear it's the only chapter that's gonna be this bad. I actually have a message I intend to send with this series…and I really wanna finish it, so keep reviewing and nagging me! I also want to apologize to anyone whom this chapter might offend…I have justifications for most elements, but I'm not going to go into that unless you message me and ask for explanation. I'm far too lazy.

Dedication:To TuRtLe88 for the help with the drudging naming process and half of the inspiration, and to my 9th grade English teacher's pregnancy and feminism for the rest. May you never find out who I am. Oh, and to the snitch, without whom this story might not have made it past 433 words.

Disclaimer: I really don't deserve much credit at all…I mean, chocolates and reviews are two accepted forms of appreciation, otherwise all the thanks can go to J.K. Rowling and whoever else owns Harry Potter copy writes. Cari is the only character I own.

Introduction

The Freedom Summer

Lily Evans and James Potter were in a Muggle bar, and rather drunk. James looked over, beamed at his girlfriend, and held up his 5th whiskey in a toast.

"To freedom!"

"To freedom!" Lily held up her glass too. "Hey James," she gurgled. "Remember in Muggle Studies when we learned about the sixties in America?"

"Nope!" James was starting to dance in his seat to a song. Sure, there was music playing, but he was swaying to a different beat.

"There was this thing called the Freedom Summer." Lily frowned in concentration. "I can't bloody remember what the hell it was, but I think it must've felt like this." She nodded, confirming words she didn't understand.

"Yea, yea. Sure Lil'!" James set his glass down and stood up. "Let's dance!" He pulled Lily out to the center of the bar, and they started dancing. Around them, people whispered and laughed, but those who were equally drunk stood up and joined them.

"Hey hottie," A blonde girl came up to James and started grinding against him. "Teach me that dance!"

Lily skipped up. "It's called the Hippogriff!" She started singing Do the Hippogriff by the Weird Sisters, and the blonde whore started grinding against Lily, leaving James to tip over drunkenly.

Lily started grinding back, babbling about wizards and Voldemort and Hogwarts and how she and James were going to spend the whole summer together now that they were graduated, and other bar-goers just shook their heads at the spectacle.

James looked up from the ground at his girlfriend and her lesbian display, and pushed himself up. He walked behind her and hooked his arms around her waist and whispered, "Let's go back to my place."

Lily nodded, leaving the blonde whore to some other drunken victim, and she and James left the bar, some how guzzling another two drinks on their way out.

They swung their hands like 5-year-olds as they walked through Nighttime Muggle London, and Lily's smarts were strong enough to shine through her drunkenness sufficiently enough to convince James to wait to apparate until they had reached an empty alley.

"I loooove you Lily," James giggled before apparating.

The two were lucky they didn't splinch, as the alcohol had covered any accuracy James might've had in the first place. Perhaps the only thing the two were saved by was James's Quidditch sense. Perhaps without that, this story would end here with "The couple, madly in love until the end, apparated, and neither could tell through the fog of alcohol what had happened. James giddily waved at his bottom half before passing on."

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the two made it safely to the place James had bought in Godric's Hollow weeks earlier, when James had asked Lily to live with him. James had not yet proposed, promising Lily to wait until he had a steady job.

They bust the door open, and James picked Lily up, looking around for somewhere to lay her down. The two hadn't yet moved in furniture, as they had been living at Hogwarts until that very day.

And so, they did it on the floor.

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Second AN: Once again I'd like to apologize to any alcoholics, whores, or 5-year-olds whom I might've offended, but I warned you!

Pretty pretty please review! If you don't, It'll just sit here all on it's lonesome, becoming a very pathetic little one-shot. For every review I get, I'll post a chapter, but the more reviews, the better the chapter!

Happy Valentines Day, and to those Americans, Happy President's Day! (Which pretty much translates to "have fun on your day off! (and don't get drunk and pregnant)."

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