I wrote these when I had no internet. So, no know prompts. Enjoy.


It was tantalizing; her blush was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. That and they way her eyes sparkled when she was excited about something.

Her blush slowly crept from her neck up, filling her cheeks with warm colors, scarlet to crimson.

It was heartbreaking, though really. The way that he could think about her and she wouldn't even notice. How much he had done for her, and how she couldn't notice. It should have been him making her blush, not stupid Amos Diggory. He couldn't even blame her. What a prat he'd been the last six years. From pulling on her pigtails in first year, spitting wet parchment into her firey red hair in third, to embarrassing her in sixth, he should have been happy she'd even look at him, even though it was mostly a scowl on her face.

But he never could be. He wanted to be the one to comfort her when she cried, hold her when she was feeling down. Laugh at his jokes, blush for him. And, if could go as far to say, have his ring on her finger, smile on their wedding day, round with his children.

"James." Remus quickly whispered while Lily made to turn around. James shook his head, rubbing his neck while laughing quickly as he turned so all she could see was his back. Remus and Sirius, familiar with James' way, swiftly joined in (while they noted how faraway their friend had seemed lately), sounding so genuine to the people who didn't know them.

Maybe someday, James, he reminded himself as they laughed.

Maybe someday.


Ignorance is bliss, I thought sourly as I eyed James' hand in the little first years' as he showed her the correct way to wave her wand for the spell.

And his smile didn't even seem forced, while he laughed at the joke the first year just told him. Never again could I call him a selfish jerk or self-centered or egoistic prat.

While the first year packed her bag, I quickly slipped out from between the pillars and made my way toward the exit.

Until, that is, I heard my name being called, by none other then James Potter himself. Oh, how wonderful.

"Hey! Lily! When'd you come in?"

I slowly pivoted around on the heel of my trainers, forcing a quick smile.

"Oh, hi, James. Fancy seeing you here."

The little girl tugged on the hem of his robes, pulling him down. He bent down to her level, but not before motioning for me to come over.

She whispered something in his ear, causing the tips of them to turn to a bright crimson and nodded to her quickly. I sat down across the table where all they're stuff was scattered, in front of James' bag.

"So, who's this?" I asked, the quick silence getting to me.

"Oh, um, this is Bella, a Gryffindor first year." He rubbed the back of his neck like he was nervous, and Isabella spoke up. "You where right James. She is pretty." She giggled sweetly while James mouth popped open, the tips of his ears brightening up again.

I grinned, enjoying his discomfort while Bella packed her bag with notes in James' scrawl, and her smaller, more spaced out in there periodically. "Oh, Bella, um, tell Professor Dumbledore that you've done you're required work and here's the note for his classes too." He handed her a piece of ripped parchment, and walked her to the entrance of the little alcove in the library. I expected him to come back with a relived look on his face, but he came back with a broad smile.

"What's with the smile, James?"

"Huh? Oh – she's come along so much. Much better then when I helped her Friday last week."

"You've been doing this how long?" I asked him.

"Oh, since sixth year. Why?"

Oh, yes. Ignorance was bliss.

And maybe, just maybe there was more the dense James Potter then I thought.


They where together again.

After 70 odd some years, after months of pure agony and torture, they where together.

The Potter family, together where they belong.

James, Lily and Harry.

Frozen in time, kept forever.

And it was pure bliss, seeing them laughing and smiling, Harry learning about his parents.

Seeing James and Harry together was like James having a twin. And Lily and Harry never needed to talk; their matching eyes understood each other perfectly.

It was like they where never separated, Sirius decided.

The Potter family was finally complete.


It was one of the wackiest things he'd ever done, he decided.

Introducing his now twenty year old wife to his twenty three year old parents, while he himself was twenty- two, was beyond awkward. And the similarity between the two couples was uncanny. James stood less then three centimeters taller then Harry, and Lily and Ginny rivaled the same height. They same way Ginny and Lily's eyes burned with mischief when they where planned something, and the way Harry and James both rubbed their necks when they where nervous (I told you not to do it around Harry when he was little! Lily had commented when she saw Harry rub his neck). But all that mattered to the younger couple was that James and Lily where proud of the they had become, and thanked Molly profoundly for taking care of her son while she couldn't.


Molly was surprised, to say the least when she had been attacked by a redhead when she had entered wherever they where. She was sobbing, and behind her stood an exact replica of Harry.

"Harry? Ginny?" She had muttered, before remembering what had happened, and that the look-like Harry and Ginny had the wrong eyes.

The look-alike Harry rubbed his neck, before Molly realized who these people must be.

"James Potter? Lily Potter?" her whisper had sounded ten-times louder then what she had wanted it to be.

James, apparently, nodded while pulling Lily up where she looked ready to fall. "Yeah. Um, Lily just wanted to talk to you before you decided what to do. He pecked Lily quickly on the cheek, walking into what seemed to be a carriage from the outside of the Burrow.

"Um, are you okay?" Molly patted Lily on the back, while her sobs slowed and her breathing regulated.

"I just wanted to thank you," Lily sniffled, Harry's eyes brimming with tears. "for taking care of him. Taking care of him while we couldn't, while we where de- dead. Thank you so much. My sister was a total b- bitch to him, I – I just wanted to thank you."

Molly smiled, wiping Lily's silent tears. "He's turned into a wonderful young man. I could tell you some stories, if you like?"

The two mothers sat there, talking of their children, and the wonderful people they had become. Because, after all, Mother Knows Best.


Aren't you happy, Lily?

With the way he's changed? With the way he rarely smiles, his hazel eyes finally broken with the worst rejection. His parent's greif added onto his alread weighted down shoulders, Sirius and Remus' personal promblems threating them everyday as they ended their seventh year.

Aren't you happy, Lily?

When he passes you in the hallway he no longer gets down on one knee, proposing to you loudly in the hallways, his mates laughing behind him, the glimmer of hope and determation you turn a blind eye to? He no longer calls to you, aross the classroom or great hall, proclaiming his love to you. He no longer smiles, and when he does, it's to a letter recived from his parents, written months before they died.

Aren't you happy, Lily?

He's finally left you alone, left all his arrogant and cocky ways behind. They no longer pull extravent pranks, no longer are caught after curfew.

Aren't you happy, Lily?

Why can't you be happy Lily?

Because I love him.