DISCLAIMER: All the characters belong to JK Rowling. The plot line sort of belonged to me… well, parts of it did.
AUTHORS NOTE: Chapter eleven, the last chapter for this particular fanfiction! Fear not, I shall continue with the series, so keep an eye out for book 2: 'Neville Longbottom and the Two Faced Man'! I am quite sad to finish this, but it was turning more into a fanfiction about Lily than one about Neville… whoops! Anyway, the next one shall start with Neville and Harry going to Hogwarts, so there shall be lots more of Neville in it! Please take a visit to my polls and let me know what you think about what houses some of the characters should be sorted into, and send me a review letting me know what you thought of this fanfiction! (Please tell me the harsh truth if you didn't like it, I'd rather know than not know at all.) So, farewell for now, I look forward to seeing you when I upload the first chapters for the next book, though I may read Philosophers Stone again first. I apologise about how short this chapter is, I couldn't work out how to make it any longer… Love you all, and thanks for sticking with this fanfiction through to the end! 3 xx NightLilyWanderer xx
"Lily!" James cried in excitement as he opened the door to Godric's Hollow and saw her standing there. "You're home again!"
Then he hugged her tightly, too afraid that she would pull away, leave again, but she didn't. "Don't you ever leave me again," he said, and she sobbed into his shoulder. "I won't. I promise. I can't live without you, James."
And then Harry and Neville were clinging to her, and Lily was smiling through her tears, laughing as James pulled faces at her. Nothing had changed between them; James had forgiven her for leaving. Lily would never forgive herself for leaving, and the guilt she felt would remind her of why she should never leave again. But for now things were okay. The war was over, Harry and Neville were happy, healthy children who would start at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry next year, and James would always be there for her.
There's a thin line between love and hate, but never would she let her hatred take over again, consume her in its fiery depths as it destroyed everything she loved. No, love would save her, keep her strong. Love would save all of them when the darkness comes.
