DISCLAIMER: I am just going to have one disclaimer here to make things simple. The characters and the universe belong to J.K. Rowling. Anything you recognize, isn't mine. This applies to all chapters.
"James?"
There was no reply.
"How does the country sound?"
James jerked his thumb upwards and then brought the pillow down on his head, as he tried to sleep again.
"Well, obviously not now. We can't do anything now," she said with a twinge of regret in her tone. "But you know eventually...after...after the war. Once we're safe and free. I've always wanted to live there. Me and Tuney used to dream about it. Living there, having a farm. Oh love, I'm sorry I'm rambling. Sorry. Just...just go to sleep. I won't disturb you again."
James sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly and then kissed his wife's forehead. With the pad of his thumb, he wiped the stray tear from her face.
"The country sounds lovely."
Lily smiled and they sat like that for some time, fingers intertwined, in silence, just being. Just being.
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