Phase One
By running out of ink
After years of unbearable tension, and countless fights, this was it. This was the moment I had always dreamed of. It didn't feel right though. No, I mean, it feltright, his lips on mine, the feel of his hands running up and down my back, his untamable hair between my fingers, but the situation was all wrong. It wasn't the glorious image I had imagined so many times before. We were in a holding cell. It was more than likely we would be killed soon. His glasses pressed into my face as he held me closer. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a sob. I really didn't want to die. I was eighteen years old, about to graduate, and I was finally kissing James Potter. I sniffled, pulled back and wiped my nose and eyes.
James blinked at me behind those goofy glasses of his, his hazel eyes somewhere between pure joy and sheer terror. I kissed him once more and then stood up, back hunched under the low ceiling. We were covered in grime and soaked through to the bone. I shivered involuntarily and James pulled me back down close to him. We kissed again, and I smiled despite the circumstances. I could hear footsteps getting louder in the hall.
"James," I murmured, pulling my face away a few inches.
"Yes, Lily?" His hand ran up and down my arm, smoothly out the goose bumps that had taken form.
"I think someone's coming. Are you ready?"
"I think I'm about ready for anything right now, if you know what I mean," he winked. Leave it to James Potter to try and make sexual references in a time like this.
The cell door opened, two death eaters stood in the door way. One was rather large, obviously the more "experienced" of the two. The smaller cowered slightly behind. First day on the job, I thought. I stood up, putting my hands in the air like they did in old muggle movies. They aimed their wands at James.
"You'll never take me alive!" he yelled and let out a shout, before attempting to tackle the one nearest him.
They were taken off guard by his overdramatic attack. The smaller one dropped his wand in fright and I kicked him in the shin before he could pick it up again. The larger attempted to subdue James, that is, until he felt the tip of his companion's wand at his throat. He straightened up as much as he was allowed by the dimensions of the room and I herded him to the corner of the cell. The smaller one hobbled after without putting up a fight. I untied James with a flick of the wand and we backed out of the cell, closing the door behind us. After that, well, we looked at each other and smiled.
"Phase one: complete," I said, letting out a sigh of relief. He rolled his eyes, grabbed my hand and together we darted down the hall towards the only way we knew out-- the front door. There were probably about twenty death eaters between us and freedom. Somehow, though, it didn't matter anymore. We were out of the cell. We were together, and we were fairly confident that we were a lot more adept at magic than any of these masked cronies.