Here are finally some of Lily's thoughts. Personally I found this the chapter the most fun to write, but also the hardest. I really want to know what you think about it, so please review.

Rowling owns this, not me.

Lily's point of view

Today it was the day. The day. Her wedding day. She would marry James today. If somebody told her a few years ago she would end up marring Potter, hell even be friends with him, she would have never believed it. But he had changed so much and she couldn't help but to love him. This day would be perfect, just as perfect as the rest of their lives together. They would have a lot of children, she loved children. While she was doing her hair, she had used a lot of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, she thought back at her own childhood. She always wished she had more brothers or sisters, or at least a better bond with the one she had. She hadn't seen Petunia in a long time. She had hoped that she would have come to the wedding, but a week ago she had gotten a letter saying only 'we're not coming', not even in Petunia's handwriting. She had been so sad about it, but this morning she'd got another letter. One from Petunia herself. She picked it up to read it again.

Lil,

I'm sorry I'm not there for you, I wish I was. A wedding probably means as much to your people as it does to mine. I wish you all the best on this day and your marriage, you deserve a happy live. I have included the necklace I got from Grangran when you were about 8 years old. I don't know the traditions your following now, put I remember you saying that you wanted to wear it on your wedding day, because it would be old (very very old) but also new (to you). It's blue and if I would lend it to you, it would have been borrowed. It seems so childish now, but you said it was the only thing that was all four at once, you told me it was like magic.

Things were so much easier back then.

Just send the necklace back anytime and have a nice day.

Love,

Your sister

P.S. I'm glad you picked Potter over that unwashed neighbor boy.

Reading the letter made her sad, Her sister really didn't get anything that had something to do with 'our people'. Although Petunia remembering, and sending the necklace made up for the racism. She hold the light blue necklace in her hand. It probably wouldn't go with her dress, but who cared, it was a piece of her sister. She took a last look at the letter, before putting the necklace around her neck. That unwashed neighbor boy, Serverus, used to be her best friend. She missed him, although somehow she knew he never left her. He would not betray her as much as it seemed he did, she could feel that. He just had the wrong friends. Poor Serverus. She took one long last look in the mirror. She wore a long white dress, not really low cut, but you could see some of her cleavage. It was simple and seemed timeless. If she were to have a daughter one day, she could defiantly where this. Lily's hair looked redder and brighter than usual and hang in lovely curls around her face. Taking a better look at the necklace, she noticed that it didn't looked that bad. James would think she looked breath taking, she was sure of that.

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"Can I have this dance from you?" She turned around to look at Sirius. Over time she had grown to love him, even if he hadn't matured as much as she would have liked.

"Well of course you can." She gave her husband (oh what felt it good to finally being able to say husband) a kiss and took Sirius hand.

After dancing and laughing with Sirius for a while, she went to get herself something to drink. She saw a girl standing by the gift table, looking lost. The girl looked a little bit like herself, with the same red hair. Probably about the same age too, maybe a few years older, but not much. Walking up to the girl she noticed that she had hair even redder and brighter than her own, not unlike the Weasley family. But there hadn't been a woman born in that family for generations. She was holding a big pile of books in her hands. For some reason, Lily instantly felt a strange, but strong connection with this girl.

"Can I help you?" Lily asked the girl.

"Ohw!" The girl let out a weird noise, dropping all the books on the ground. She seemed confused, not knowing what to do next. Lily was sure she had never seen this girl before, which was weird since it was a small wedding, she thought she knew all the guests.

"I'm sorry but I don't think we've met, who are you?" she asked polite. The girl turned around, ready to run away.

Lily grabbed her arm. "Don't go!"

"I have to," the girl answered.

It were dangerous times, and she should be more careful, but she didn't fear this girl. She knew Voldemort was dangerous, twice she and James had been face to face with him, both times they had barely lived to tell the tale. Fighting in the Order of the Phoenix was dangerous, just like trusting strangers, but she did it anyway.

"Please don't." Lily let go of the girls arm and bend down to pick up the books. Tough, when she touched the books she got a shock. What was happening?

"What are these?" She asked the red haired girl, but when she look up she saw she was all alone. She looked back at the books, picking one up and reading the cover, 'Errol Dudley and the Philosopher's Stone'