This is it. The last one! *Sniff* Hope you liked it and will be hearing from me later.
Mamasita
(Oh yeah. None of this is mine. Except the plot. But you knew that.)
Chapter 4
The weeks until the wedding seemed to fly by. There had been rehearsals, laughing dinners afterward and still James was trying to make himself believe that he wanted to get married.
Sirius was getting worried, as was Remus. So far,James had shown no sign he was falling for Lily. On the outside, that is. Remus once suggested that maybe James was over Lily and really did love Lisal. Sirius gave him a look so like Professor McGonagall's that Remus let it drop immediately.
After the rehearsals, Lily would either go home and flop, crying onto her bed, or drew up a bubblebath and then cry. And once she cried while eating a big bowl of cookie dough ice cream.
And then quite suddenly, it was there. The big day. The day when James would leave bachelor-hood behind him forever. Did he want to? James still didn't know. He's better decided quick, because he only had four hours left. James sighed, exasperated with himself, and looked around to see if he needed anything else.
There, on his bed-side table, was the shamrock pin. He examined it, and without really thinking, he slipped it into his breast pocket, right next to Lisal's ring. Smiling softly, he headed to the church.
It was impossible. Lily couldn't get into her dress. Well she was in it, she just had to fasten it up in the back. Desperate, she peeked out into the hall and saw Remus walking away.
"Remus!" she hissed loudly. He turned around, and seeing her, smiled and started in her direction. "I need help!" she moaned, softly.
"With what?" he asked puzzeled.
"My dress."
Remus looked startled. Lily sighed. "Oh, don't worry, just come help me button it up." He nodded and followed her into the dressing room. As soon as the door was shut and Lily had locked it, she turned around and he began to button.
"Are you ready for this, Hook?"
"Why are you asking me? I don't need to be ready. It's Lisal, poor girl, marrying a man like James." But Remus could tell she didn't mean it. She sounded as if she wished to be in Lisal's place.
"I'm asking you because, you're letting him go at last," he said, his fingers working deftly. He continued as she started to protest. "We all are. He's not longer the James Potter we know, he is now a different James Potter, one that we have to learn to know. And I'm not sure that will be easy."
"I'm sure it won't."
"You're right. James is a hard person to get to know. Getting to know him all over again will be very difficult indeed. However, it should be easiest for you."
"Why do you say that?" Lily asked softly.
"Because you knew him best. He ever opened up to anyone like he did to you. Not even me, Sirius, and Peter. Maybe it was because we only knew one James Potter."
"How many are there?" softly again.
"Too many to count. And-" He turned her around, having finished buttoning her up. "I think you are the only person on this planet who knows them all." She stared up at him, looking...hopeful?
He cupped her face in his hand and made her look up at him. "Lily, we all only want what's best for you and for James. And if this marriage is what is best for you both, then so be it. If not, then higher powers will intervene and make it the best."
"Remus, do you believe in angels?"
"I do."
"Are they the higher powers?"
"They could be." With these words, he turned and headed toward the door. "It's time I left. I have to go and arrange the programs. I'm still not quite clear on why you need programs for a wedding, but I suppose Lisal has her reasons..." He left. Lily sighed.
The music was playing softly. The church was beautifully decorated. Live doves cooed from the rafters. Winter sunlight was streaming through the oblong windows of the church. Everything was spectacular.
James Potter felt as though he was in a nightmare.
From the moment the doors opened and the flower girl cam out, he had started to feel as if this was one really bad dream. A dream, from which, he would not awaken from. The flower girl slowly made her way down the isle, so content on mouthing, "Steep, together, step, together-" that she forgot to scatter any flower petals.
The Lily came out. James was immediately transferred from his horrible nightmare to beautiful dream. Her dress was a soft green satin. It was off the shoulders, with long, silky sleeves that hugged her arms. The neck was slightly triangular and it showed off the emerald that she, once again, wore. (Think Disney's Sleeping Beauty.)
The bodice was fitted, but the skirt was not. It was not puffy, it was not straight. It was a lovely combination of the two. Dainty, light green slippers poked out from the hem as she walked. Her fiery hair was done up with some long snaky tendrils hanging down. Her flowers were white lilies as pure as the human version. James could fell his heart beat speeding up and as it did so, it bump, bump, bumped against the shamrock pin in his breast pocket. He heard Sirius let out a low whistle beside him.
Then the march started and nightmarish feeling came flooding back. Lisal was walking down the isle, beaming at everyone. She looked every bit of the beautiful bride. James gulped as she stood beside him. Lily stood up as did Remus, and they sang the same duet Lily had sung only two months ago. Remus had a nice, strong baritone, which contrasted amazingly with Lily's sweet soprano.
Then it was over. The priest was saying something, but James couldn't understand it. He was lost in a foggy haze, with only one thing in focus, Lily, Lily, Lily... Then he heard the priest say, quite clearly.
"Do you take this woman, Lisal Adams, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
James looked up, his mind suddenly amazingly clear. He couldn't do it. How could marry Lisal if he loved Lily? He saw Lisal looking up at him, her smile fading as he didn't answer. But suddenly, Lisal didn't matter anymore. Had she ever mattered? Weren't relationships about growing? Had he grown while he was with Lisal? Of course. He had grown to love Lily...
"I can't." the words hung in the air, reverberating again and again, sounding very ugly. Suddenly Lisal gasped.
"Why not, James? Don't you love me?"
"No."
She slapped him, hard, square across the face.
"Have you just been amusing yourself for two years then, Potter?" she asked, her voice suddenly very hard and cold.
"No."
"Well then, what happened?"
"I think I loved you in the beginning...."
Another slap. "You think?" Her voice was pure venom. It's that Evans, isn't it?"
James said nothing. Suddenly, he felt the shamrock pin in his pocket. 'I love you'. And he knew. He would die for Lily. Kill to made her happy. Starve to feed her. Be parched so she could drink. He loved her.
"I'm sorry, but I can't marry you."
Lisal let out an enrage scream and fled from the sanctuary. The silence in the air was so heavy, James could hardly carry it. Suddenly it was broken by loud whoop from Sirius. James glanced over at him. He and Remus were doing some kind of victory dance.
Then his eyes rested on Lily. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were wide. Suddenly she closed them for a while and then opened then again as if trying to believe what she had just seen.
At that moment, the crowd began to talk excitedly and pushed to get out of the door. The priest left, muttering to himself, "Let's see, this would thirty-six. Or is it seven?"
Soon it was only James, Remus, Sirius and Lily. Winking at James, the two other males left, still doing the victory dance. And finally they were alone, just the two of them.
James cleared his throat and Lily looked up. She looked at James, as if seeing him for the first time, stood up and came toward him. She came very close, looked him straight inn the eye and asked, "Why did you do it?"
James said softly, "Well, I've always like a woman with green eyes. Lisal's were brown. Red hair always caught my attention. Lisal's was blonde. And finaly," he drew the shamrock out of his breast pocket. "I've always had a thing for Irish lasses. Lisal was Norwegian."
Lily smiled at him, it was warm and rich. Then she leaned against him, turned her face up toward his and said softly. "Kiss, I'm Irish."
And he did.
The End
Oh my goodness. Lisal certainly got vicious on me didn't she? I didn't mean for that to happen. I think my characters are taking over my brain.
Mamasita
(Oh yeah. None of this is mine. Except the plot. But you knew that.)
Chapter 4
The weeks until the wedding seemed to fly by. There had been rehearsals, laughing dinners afterward and still James was trying to make himself believe that he wanted to get married.
Sirius was getting worried, as was Remus. So far,James had shown no sign he was falling for Lily. On the outside, that is. Remus once suggested that maybe James was over Lily and really did love Lisal. Sirius gave him a look so like Professor McGonagall's that Remus let it drop immediately.
After the rehearsals, Lily would either go home and flop, crying onto her bed, or drew up a bubblebath and then cry. And once she cried while eating a big bowl of cookie dough ice cream.
And then quite suddenly, it was there. The big day. The day when James would leave bachelor-hood behind him forever. Did he want to? James still didn't know. He's better decided quick, because he only had four hours left. James sighed, exasperated with himself, and looked around to see if he needed anything else.
There, on his bed-side table, was the shamrock pin. He examined it, and without really thinking, he slipped it into his breast pocket, right next to Lisal's ring. Smiling softly, he headed to the church.
It was impossible. Lily couldn't get into her dress. Well she was in it, she just had to fasten it up in the back. Desperate, she peeked out into the hall and saw Remus walking away.
"Remus!" she hissed loudly. He turned around, and seeing her, smiled and started in her direction. "I need help!" she moaned, softly.
"With what?" he asked puzzeled.
"My dress."
Remus looked startled. Lily sighed. "Oh, don't worry, just come help me button it up." He nodded and followed her into the dressing room. As soon as the door was shut and Lily had locked it, she turned around and he began to button.
"Are you ready for this, Hook?"
"Why are you asking me? I don't need to be ready. It's Lisal, poor girl, marrying a man like James." But Remus could tell she didn't mean it. She sounded as if she wished to be in Lisal's place.
"I'm asking you because, you're letting him go at last," he said, his fingers working deftly. He continued as she started to protest. "We all are. He's not longer the James Potter we know, he is now a different James Potter, one that we have to learn to know. And I'm not sure that will be easy."
"I'm sure it won't."
"You're right. James is a hard person to get to know. Getting to know him all over again will be very difficult indeed. However, it should be easiest for you."
"Why do you say that?" Lily asked softly.
"Because you knew him best. He ever opened up to anyone like he did to you. Not even me, Sirius, and Peter. Maybe it was because we only knew one James Potter."
"How many are there?" softly again.
"Too many to count. And-" He turned her around, having finished buttoning her up. "I think you are the only person on this planet who knows them all." She stared up at him, looking...hopeful?
He cupped her face in his hand and made her look up at him. "Lily, we all only want what's best for you and for James. And if this marriage is what is best for you both, then so be it. If not, then higher powers will intervene and make it the best."
"Remus, do you believe in angels?"
"I do."
"Are they the higher powers?"
"They could be." With these words, he turned and headed toward the door. "It's time I left. I have to go and arrange the programs. I'm still not quite clear on why you need programs for a wedding, but I suppose Lisal has her reasons..." He left. Lily sighed.
The music was playing softly. The church was beautifully decorated. Live doves cooed from the rafters. Winter sunlight was streaming through the oblong windows of the church. Everything was spectacular.
James Potter felt as though he was in a nightmare.
From the moment the doors opened and the flower girl cam out, he had started to feel as if this was one really bad dream. A dream, from which, he would not awaken from. The flower girl slowly made her way down the isle, so content on mouthing, "Steep, together, step, together-" that she forgot to scatter any flower petals.
The Lily came out. James was immediately transferred from his horrible nightmare to beautiful dream. Her dress was a soft green satin. It was off the shoulders, with long, silky sleeves that hugged her arms. The neck was slightly triangular and it showed off the emerald that she, once again, wore. (Think Disney's Sleeping Beauty.)
The bodice was fitted, but the skirt was not. It was not puffy, it was not straight. It was a lovely combination of the two. Dainty, light green slippers poked out from the hem as she walked. Her fiery hair was done up with some long snaky tendrils hanging down. Her flowers were white lilies as pure as the human version. James could fell his heart beat speeding up and as it did so, it bump, bump, bumped against the shamrock pin in his breast pocket. He heard Sirius let out a low whistle beside him.
Then the march started and nightmarish feeling came flooding back. Lisal was walking down the isle, beaming at everyone. She looked every bit of the beautiful bride. James gulped as she stood beside him. Lily stood up as did Remus, and they sang the same duet Lily had sung only two months ago. Remus had a nice, strong baritone, which contrasted amazingly with Lily's sweet soprano.
Then it was over. The priest was saying something, but James couldn't understand it. He was lost in a foggy haze, with only one thing in focus, Lily, Lily, Lily... Then he heard the priest say, quite clearly.
"Do you take this woman, Lisal Adams, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
James looked up, his mind suddenly amazingly clear. He couldn't do it. How could marry Lisal if he loved Lily? He saw Lisal looking up at him, her smile fading as he didn't answer. But suddenly, Lisal didn't matter anymore. Had she ever mattered? Weren't relationships about growing? Had he grown while he was with Lisal? Of course. He had grown to love Lily...
"I can't." the words hung in the air, reverberating again and again, sounding very ugly. Suddenly Lisal gasped.
"Why not, James? Don't you love me?"
"No."
She slapped him, hard, square across the face.
"Have you just been amusing yourself for two years then, Potter?" she asked, her voice suddenly very hard and cold.
"No."
"Well then, what happened?"
"I think I loved you in the beginning...."
Another slap. "You think?" Her voice was pure venom. It's that Evans, isn't it?"
James said nothing. Suddenly, he felt the shamrock pin in his pocket. 'I love you'. And he knew. He would die for Lily. Kill to made her happy. Starve to feed her. Be parched so she could drink. He loved her.
"I'm sorry, but I can't marry you."
Lisal let out an enrage scream and fled from the sanctuary. The silence in the air was so heavy, James could hardly carry it. Suddenly it was broken by loud whoop from Sirius. James glanced over at him. He and Remus were doing some kind of victory dance.
Then his eyes rested on Lily. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were wide. Suddenly she closed them for a while and then opened then again as if trying to believe what she had just seen.
At that moment, the crowd began to talk excitedly and pushed to get out of the door. The priest left, muttering to himself, "Let's see, this would thirty-six. Or is it seven?"
Soon it was only James, Remus, Sirius and Lily. Winking at James, the two other males left, still doing the victory dance. And finally they were alone, just the two of them.
James cleared his throat and Lily looked up. She looked at James, as if seeing him for the first time, stood up and came toward him. She came very close, looked him straight inn the eye and asked, "Why did you do it?"
James said softly, "Well, I've always like a woman with green eyes. Lisal's were brown. Red hair always caught my attention. Lisal's was blonde. And finaly," he drew the shamrock out of his breast pocket. "I've always had a thing for Irish lasses. Lisal was Norwegian."
Lily smiled at him, it was warm and rich. Then she leaned against him, turned her face up toward his and said softly. "Kiss, I'm Irish."
And he did.
The End
Oh my goodness. Lisal certainly got vicious on me didn't she? I didn't mean for that to happen. I think my characters are taking over my brain.