I am so so so so so sorry about not updating for over two months. I feel like I owe you an explanation. I can't fully explain everything but basically three things happened: 1) I had a huge case of writer's block. 2) I have been incredibly stressed and not always in the proper mindset to write this story and 3) I went back to school in August and with more than 23 hours of course credit and 20 hours working (sometimes I even cover shifts to get extra hours) I am looking at being in class, band, or working for more than 43 hours a week. That leave literally no time to write some weeks. So I apologize once again for seemingly giving up on this story. Know that I will not do that and this series will be finished come hell or high water.

Please enjoy this incredibly late chapter.

James knew something was wrong.

It wasn't like when he knew that McGonagall was going to catch him. It wasn't like when he heard the horns go off to signal that the other team had scored during a game. It was something worse. Ursula, Elyse, and Peter had missed the full moon.

That never happened. That's how he knew something was wrong: the three of them had never missed a full moon. He had almost gone to find them when Remus transformed and since they were already down three animals, he couldn't just run off. While Remus had been getting a little less homicidal towards them after about a year of running with him, he had managed to get a good swipe at Padfoot's shoulder and tackle Ben. In the end they ran him to exhaustion so that he was manageable but it was a very extremely not good night.

The second that Remus started to morph back, the three of them followed suit and quickly grabbed a robe to cover Remus.

"Where the hell is Sissy?" Sirius grunted as he pulled Remus's unconscious body off the ground.

Ben went around and grabbed Remus's other shoulder, "She went to Hogsmeade with Peter. They probably forgot or something even though I specifically told her in class about the full moon."

"She didn't forget," James quickly defended Ursula. "When has Ursula ever forgotten about a full moon? Never. I doubt she would start now."

Sirius and Ben unceremoniously dumped Remus on the dingy bed. Their sleeping friend bounced once and hit his head against the wall. Sirius flinched at the sound but made no move towards him. Instead, he went over to the cabinet that they stored extra clothes in the event that one of their articles of clothing was ruined sometime during the night.

"What do you think happened?" Ben asked as he pulled on a jumper. "I bet you anything that she was just mad at me and didn't come to spite me."

James was nearly at his wits end. For a group of usually intelligent wizards, they were being incredibly dense. "Bloody hell, do you honestly think that her entire world revolves around you? That just because you pissed her off she won't be there for Remus?"

"No, that's not—"

"You think that Peter and Elyse just decided to skip the moon too for shits and giggles? That they're all just having a bloody tea party with the house elves? Is that how low your opinion is of them?"

"I don't—"

"You apparently do," James said coldly. "I want you to think long and hard about the next words out of your mouth or else I swear on my magic, I will never speak to you again. Do you think that Ursula, Ursula: the girl who has almost lost her eye sight trying to find a cure for Remus's furry little problem and more recently nearly died to protect Remus's secret, would abandon Remus when she needed him the most? Would she do that simply because of you?"

It took Ben a moment for what James said to sink it. Apparently, it had never occurred to Sirius either because the pair of them shared a panicked look before they took off towards the exit, both of them changing to their animagus form to run faster. James was just about to follow when Remus coughed loudly. James turned to look and what he saw made him freeze. Since Sirius and Ben had haphazardly thrown him onto the bed, his arm was awkwardly pinned under his body and his ankle was twisted oddly. In addition to the injuries he undoubtedly occurred the previous night, James felt a wave of something resembling pity and respect for his dear friend.

So instead of following the other two back into the castle, James stayed. He moved Remus so that he was laying comfortably on the bed, grabbed some blankets to keep him warm. The sun was just peeking out above the mountain range surrounding the school so James quickly gathered his provisions and made his way back to the castle. Once he was out of the Shrieking Shack, he transformed into Prongs, deftly picked up his belongings with his antlers, and then walked through the forest in a slow manner, oddly not at all rushed to get back into the castle to find out what had happened.

He was incredibly grateful that this full moon had fallen on a weekend. He had been getting near daily letters from his mother about how his father was doing and to say that there was a lack of worry on James's end would be an insult to his character. His father was not well; he hadn't been for a long time. James logically knew that. But even with all the muggle and magical advancements in healing, there was still no cure for old age. It was a fact that James loathed. He loathed that he knew chances were that his parents would never meet his children; they would never meet great-grandchildren; they might not even make it to his graduation. And even then, he realized with shocking morbidity, who knew how long it would be until he joined them. Five years? Ten? A hundred? With advanced age for wizards, it was completely feasible that James could live to a hundred forty or fifty. Or perhaps with joining the Order and with everything happening with the war, he might even manage to beat them there…

A splash pulled him out of his increasingly macabre line of thinking. He looked towards the Black Lake and saw what he thought to be a person. With his damn deer eyesight, it could have been a giant squid emerging from the lake to take over the castle and declare himself dictator of Hogwarts for all James knew.

He transformed himself back and yelped when his messenger back fell painfully on his head. Grumbling about the "damn antlers" and "bloody heavy books" he grabbed his glasses. He was pleasantly surprised when he was able to see the bright red hair shining the morning sun.

"Evans," he said in greeting once he was close enough.

She didn't even seem startled when she responded. "Potter."

Lily turned away from the lake and smiled tentatively at James. He returned it easily and plopped down on the ground next to her.

"I take it something happened last night?"

"Something would be a good word to describe it."

"Bad?"

"Very."

"Peter?"

"Sleeping."

"Elyse?"

"Resting."

"Ursula?"

"…alright."

"Wonderful."

And with that, he leaned back. His hands came to rest behind his head. He closed his eyes and basked in the cool morning breeze. There was a slight rustling sound as Lily joined him on the ground. She leaned back on her elbows, careful to push her sleeves up to be mindful of her white jumper.

"Lily, you have a sister, right? Petunia?"

He didn't need his eyes open to know that she was staring at him in disbelief, "Yeah, a year younger, how did you know?"

James shrugged, "You've mentioned her once in a while. You talked about her more when we were younger."

"She isn't exactly supportive of my…freakishness."

That sent James flying quicker than he did when trying to catch the Quaffle. He sprung up and grabbed her hand tightly in his own, "Lily Evans, you are not a freak."

He said it with such sincerity that Lily was momentarily stunned, "Thank you, James."

"I'm just telling the truth; shouldn't be thanked for that. So your sister, not exactly a fan of magic?" He asked as he settled back down but instead of laying on his back, he remained propped up on his elbow.

"That would be an understatement. She hates me."

"Because you have magic?" James asked incredulously.

Lily nodded, "And because she doesn't. She wrote a letter to Dumbledore when I got my letter. She asked to be admitted to Hogwarts. He was nice about it but he said no. Our relationship has completely fallen apart in the past six years. And sometimes, I just can't help but think it's for the better."

"Why would you think that?"

"This war. James, we have one year left before we leave the safety of school. The less my family stays around me the greater the chance of them never getting involved in this. She'll go an marry that horrid boy she's been seeing. They'll live perfectly normal lives with perfectly normal jobs and a nice house and garden parties. They'll have a kid or two and I'll probably never meet them. I'll be the person in the photographs that is never mentions. And I am more than okay with that because it means Petunia is alive. I'd have that over anything else in the world."

"I think that is a horrible mentality."

"James!"

"What, Evans?" James shot back. "You're trying to say that you are okay with your sister basically becoming estranged from you just because of some pricks with a bloody weird tattoo?"

Lily nearly got up then and her intended last comment was, "you don't have any siblings so don't you dare try to make sense of what I think is best for my sister."

She made to stand up before James grabbed her wrist to keep her still, "Lily, don't. Please. I'm sorry."

The last two words were what made her sit back down, "What?"

He ran his hands through his hair nervously, "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. We can talk about anything else you want. Just please…don't go."

"James, are you okay?" His last statement immediately sent up red flags. James Potter was confident, had a devil may care attitude, and he could fight his way out of hell with a witty comeback and a smirk. Yet here he was nearly begging her to stay with him.

He didn't immediately respond. Instead, he opted for playing with a loose string on his messenger bag.

"Do you ever just want to do something selfish and ignore everything happening around you? Because right now, I'm sure there is hell going on in that castle. But right now, I just don't care. I want to sit out here and read my book and talk to someone who I don't feel like I have to protect against everything and themselves constantly."

Lily was astounded at the confession, "Everyone needs a mental health day James."

"I hate that I need them," he snipped cynically. "I hate apathy. I loathe it's entire basic and social constructs. But right now, I'm as apathetic as hell and I just don't have it in me to care."

"Why do you hate apathy?" She was genuinely curious.

He sighed and looked around. He had grown tired of constantly being surrounded by trees and wanted to get back inside the castle. "Would you like to walk and talk, Miss Evans?" James spryly jumped to his feet and offered his hand to Lily with a dramatic bow.

Instead of being annoyed by his childish antics like she had been in the past, Lily found that she was entertained. She found herself laughing as he took her hand and deftly assisted her to her feet. They amiably began their trek back to the castle. It wasn't until they were roaming the halls that Lily said, "Don't think you are getting out of answering the question. Why do you hate apathy so much?"

"Because it kills people."

That stopped Lily dead in her tracks. "What? How on Earth could apathy kill people?"

He stopped in front of her and began, "You mentioned earlier that you were scared that your sister and parents were going to be killed because of Lord Voldemort and his followers. You would rather see your family fall apart and forget you than see them die. I get that. The reason I hate apathy is because people like me have allowed this situation to occur. They sat back and didn't think a thing of Grindelwald back in my parents' days. No one really thought Voldemort was a serious threat up until maybe five years ago, certainly three when the war officially started. The entire thing is being fought over purity of blood. While the numbers are not what they used to be, there are still thousands of "pureblood" witches and wizards who are sitting on their arses right now because it's not affecting them. He's going after the muggleborns and halfbloods. They have such a sense of security that they just don't care. Most purebloods today are born into great fortunes so they don't have to worry about money so they have the chance to do whatever they want and instead of helping people with their resources, most of them just sit back and watch everything from their little bubble. And I hate that.

"So you can bet your life on me trying to make up for what others in the same situation as me have failed to do. Look at me, Lily, what makes me different from Remus? From Peter? People claim that purebloods are more powerful magically. Utter crap. Have they seen Elyse predict the future? Have they seen you brew a potion? No. And it's not like muggleborns stole the magic or some crap like that. Anyone who has magic descends from a "pure" bloodline. It's that just you, for example, are a descendant of a squib. They happen. My aunt was one. And did that make her any less of a person? Hell no. Does the fact that you family have no one be able to do magic a number of generations make your magic weaker? Theoretically, it would strengthen it because you would get the recessive magic trait from both parents. Pardon the analogy, but it's kind of like how mutts are healthier than purebred dogs. They pull the best genetically. Long story, took a couple tangents, probably shared more than you cared to hear but I hate people who have the capability and opportunity to stop Voldemort yet they continue to sit on their arses."

Lily simply stared at him, "James Potter, every time I think I have heard it and seen it all from you, you go and say something like this and…"

The corner of his mouth quirked up, pleased with himself, "That's my job. Keeping you on your toes."

Lily laughed and continued moving forward through the halls, "You seem to have thought about this quite a bit."

"I have. What about you? I loathe empathy. What do you loathe?"

Without hesitation, "Liars. Hypocrites."

James snorted, "That was quick."

"Have you ever had a friend who you trusted with nearly everything? Someone that you knew you could rely on without a single question? That if you showed up at their house at three in the morning the question wouldn't be "what are you doing here?" but instead "come on in." You never once doubted their character and would die defending it, even against someone else that mattered to you?"

James simply nodded. "I do."

Lily smiled, her eyes watering, "You're lucky then. I had that person. He was the one that helped me believe in myself and my magic. He was first true friend. And how he has the Dark Mark on his arm. He said that I was different, that I wasn't like the other muggleborns. But then I would hear that he called someone a mudblood. I don't like hypocrites. I don't like liars. I loathe their entire existence."

"Snape doesn't deserve your time or energy. And if you want, I may or may not have the password for the Slytherin Common Room so if you want, I could cause some significant mayhem."

Lily laughed through her tears, "No, James. I think that Ursula beat you to the punch on that one."

"Damn. I guess I'll catch up on reading instead."

"You mentioned a book before. What are you reading?"

"Considering our previous conversation, it's going to look like I planned it but I'm reading a book about the "first" magical families and the origin of the socially constructed tiers we have placed ourselves in."

She simply stared at him wide eyed, "So not something for fun then?"

"Are you kidding!" James exclaimed. "Have you ever read genealogy? It's as interesting as hell. Come on, I'll show you," he audaciously grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the library.

"James—" Lily started to protest before she was cut off.

"Trust me. Just…trust me, okay?"

And so she went along with him to the library. Once there, he quickly snuck her towards the back of the rows. He began whispering, "A lot of the origins of magic are just stories. Lore we made up centuries later. But there are some accurate family trees reaching back to the twelfth century. Now, the interesting part is when you find the squibs; they don't have magic. The old line of thinking was that trolls crawled out from under a cradle and stole the baby's magic. Obviously, that's a bunch of shit. My theory is that there is no such thing as pureblood. That we are just halfbloods that have been marrying each other for the last four or so hundred years, giving us the illusion of "pure" blood. Because there has to be a recessive "muggle" (for lack of a better term) gene that every pureblood has. It's either that or too much inbreeding. I can't know for sure until I start testing people's blood and the volunteers I have aren't a big enough group for accurate results."

"So what you're basically saying is that I have ancestors who were magical and considered pureblood on both sides of my family. It just didn't sporadically appear? The chances of that happening are so unlikely that it wouldn't be able to account for the number of muggleborns across the world. I personally think that it is a mutation of someone's DNA. There are at least six mutations each person is born with. It could be something as simple as you should have had brown eyes but you were born with green. It could be that magic is one of the genes that could be mutated."

James nodded, impressed at her theory and decided to run with it. "That would mean that everyone has the potential for magic. Would it be possible for a potion to cause this mutiation?"

"It hypothetically could be possible." Lily mused. "But since we aren't able to decode each purpose of each strand of DNA then we wouldn't know which gene to purposely mutate. Then we run into a whole bunch of ethical issues. You would have to test a person."

"But my theory makes more sense, no offense. I've been working on tracing Elyse's family back and I've been finding the occasional witch or wizard. And in 1649, I found a squib named Lady Fanshawe. She had a vision of a women who was described to have red hair and a pale complexion. Not rare in Ireland but I'm not overlooking any coincidence."

Lily was shocked, "You really think Elyse comes from such an old family?"

James nodded, "I truly do. Which is good for her. It might be the proof she needs that she didn't steal her magic."

"You think that we'll have to prove that? How could anyone possibly do that?"

James's previous grin faded, "I don't have to be a seer to see where this is going. So I've been doing research on every muggleborn I know. Come'on, let me show you."

With that, James stopped at a seemingly innocuous bookshelf before he grabbed at one of the shelves and started climbing. Lily stared at him aghast. "James!" she whisper shouted at him. "Get down from there!"

"Aw, live a little, Lily."

He continued to climb until he got to the near top and slid away a small door near the top meant for storage. Then, to Lily's amazement, he disappeared inside the small box. Grumbling to herself about losing her sanity, Lily gripped the bookshelf tightly and hoisted herself up. The bookshelf shook a little bit and Lily nearly let go when James called from the top, "Careful. You don't want to get us caught!"

"Like you particularly care about getting caught," she muttered to herself as she grabbed onto the next shelf. "I'll show Potter."

When she got to the top, she didn't know what she was expecting but this certainly wasn't it. There blankets and beanie chairs, a small kettle for tea on a table, three small tables for books, and eight cork boards with numerous copies tacked to them. James was standing in front of the board that had Elyse's name near the top as he added something else. Lily crawled in, amazed at what she saw.

"You made it bigger on the inside," she said in awe. "You took a cabinet that was smaller than my bed pillow and made it into a den."

"Impressed?" he asked with his usual arrogant grin.

Lily surprised herself the tiniest but when she responded in kind, "Not bad. I could have done better. I don't like the wall color."

"Everyone's a critic. Don't knock my den, it's perfect that way it is," he defended.

"Why do you even have this?"

James shrugged, "I'm used to having my own room. I grew up a single child and never had friends my own age until I got to Hogwarts. That's why I was asking earlier about your sister, I was curious to know what it was like growing up with a sibling. I mean, I've asked Ursula and Sirius but their situation is outside the norm. Anyway, then I was sharing a room with four other people. It was overwhelming so a few years in I made myself this place to go when I wanted to work on something by myself."

"You mapped out your entire family?" she asked as she looked at the board that had his name on it. Above his name were Eva and Harold: his parents. What Lily found odd was the three black squares attached to the parents: two for Eva and one for Harold. "What are the black squares?"

James sighed sadly and moved to stand next to her. He gestured at the entire board, "You know, my parents never taught me any of this. I had to research it on my own. I didn't know that it was weird that as a pureblooded child, I never learned my family tree. When I got to Hogwarts and Sirius and Ursula talked about how they had the past nine generations of their family memorized, I was annoyed at my parents. I wanted to know who my family was. So I researched and quickly found out why." He pointed at the two dots near his mother, "Christopher and Clarissa. My mum's siblings. Both were killed by Grindelwald's followers for standing up for muggleborns." He moved his boney finger towards the square near his father, "Nora Potter: born a squib, moved to London when she was eighteen with her two other squib cousins. The family didn't kick her out. It was her choice; I found an old journal at home and she said that since she didn't fit into the magical world, she wanted to find where she did fit. She was killed in the Battle of Britain less than a year later."

"James, I'm so sorry." Lily placed her hand on his shoulder, offering her what little comfort she could.

He simply stayed staring at the board, "Technically, it we want it accurate we need to add four black squares next to me for the siblings I should have had."

"You found family. That's what matters, not all the what-ifs and could-have-beens."

"I know. But sometimes I wonder if I would have been the same person if I had older siblings. I see Ursula and Sirius interacting and I'll admit that sometimes, I get a bit jealous because I know that while we are as good as family, there will always be a part of them that I can't relate to. So I come up here and occupy myself for hours just reading or working on spells. Occasionally dropping dungbombs on first years and I should have not have told you that."

"You come up here to work?" Lily stepped away from him, hoping to find something to distract him with. She felt sorry for him, knowing all that could have been. It made her appreciate Tuney much more, so much so that she resolved that as soon as she had the chance, she would write her sister a letter.

James nodded and went back to the board he was working on earlier, "Yeah. I know people think I never do my school work or read, but I actually like to do both. On occasion. When I am actually interested. And it's not busy work. Which is rarely but it happens.

"Otherwise you read children's fairytales?" Lily questioned when she caught sight of the Tales of the Beedle and the Bard sitting on the top of one of the stacks of books. She grabbed it and sat down on the one the beanie chairs. "I never took you to be a reader of fairytales."

"I don't have a feeling towards them in general. It's just that I have always loved the Tale of Three Brothers. You could say that I have a slight personal connection to it."

"I love that story as well. While the Hallows aren't real, I think it poses a significant question. Which one you would choose? I mean the choice is obvious, it's the cloak."

"The cloak," James said at the same time as her.

Lily laughed, "You know, you're the first person to agree with me. I once asked Marlene and Alice. Marlene wanted the wand. Alice said the stone. I think the cloak is the one that has the most practical use."

"Why do you say that?" James asked as he settled himself into another chair, a smile slowly forming across his lips.

"The other ones are only acquired for greed. Greed for power or greed for people; you are trying to control something that isn't yours to control. The wand is just used for murder. I could never condone the use of it. The stone on the other hand…I can't fault someone for wanting to say goodbye to their loved one. Or maybe they need some strength from a family member before they make a choice or do something. But there is part of me that sees the dangers in that. So that's why I say the cloak. It is the best protection. That's what it is used for and there is nothing else in the world right now that means more for a lot of people."

"Interesting opinion."

Lily laughed and shook her head, her hair falling into her eyes as she looked down at the book, "It doesn't even matter. The Deathly Hallows don't even exist. They're a work of fiction; a fairy tale."

"Oi, Lily, close your eyes for a second," James said, mirth dancing in his eyes.

That made Lily nervous. "Why?"

"You trusted me to climb a bookshelf that is higher than some people's house. Just close your eyes for one second."

Deciding to acquiesce to his request, Lily closed her eyes. She heard the rustling of cloth, a pile of books falling (and subsequent swearing from James), and a few footsteps.

"Alright, open."

And when she did, Lily couldn't believe what she was seeing. Or, technically, she couldn't believe what she wasn't seeing. The entire room was empty. James's bag was gone, some books were restacked, and the most obviously missing thing was James himself.

"James?" Lily questioned hesitantly. He was in here, he had to be. Her heart told her that she knew what had just happened but her mind refused to even fathom the thought. She tentatively took a few steps forwards. "This isn't funny."

"I know," his voice came from just inches from her. Lily started in shock, nearly jumping back. With a surprisingly steady hand, Lily reached out and grabbed at the air in front of her only to come in contact with a piece of fabric. She tightened her fist around it and pulled it back. The fabric slid back, messing up James's hair even worse than it previously had been, to reveal an oddly somber James Potter.

Lily was aghast, "You…you—"

"I am a descendent of Ignotus Peverell. My father gave me the cloak when I left for school and his father gave it to him and then his mother gave it to him and her father gave it her and it goes on and on until we get back to good ol' Ignotus."

"This is a deathly hallow. You are in possession of a deathly hallow."

James smirked, "Technically, right now, you're in possession of it."

She sat down in a not so graceful manner. "I can't believe it."

"Believe what? Talk to me Evans. You're looking at me weird and I don't know if I like it."

"You know that invisibility cloaks only have a lifespan of about three years before they start to stop working, if they are lucky. You have a cloak that has been working for over a thousand years. The ability that Igntous had…it got passed through the lines to you. You're magical family history can be traced back over a thousand years!"

James sat back down in his chair, "Yeah, I'm from an old family. Honestly, I don't care. A bit apathetic but I'll allow it for myself. I don't care that my however many great-grandfathers made one of the deathly hallows. It is of no concern to me. I don't expect people to value me on my family name. I want to be judged on my magical ability: not that of someone who died thousands of years ago."

"I just never realized…how humble you actually are. You were an arrogant arse. You still are but I never would have guessed that this is where you came from."

"Thanks, Lily. And while we're on this topic, I would like to apologize for being a right prick to you. It may be the lack of sleep talking but I honestly care about you and I don't want you to think that I'm some toe-rag git who is the scum of the potion's floor. I was just an arse. I'd like to try to start over, if that's alright with you?"

Lily smiled and reached across the small space between them and grabbed his hand and shook it, "Hello, my name's Lily Evans. I'm a Gryffindor Prefect. Who are you?"

"James Potter. I'm a Gryffindor Marauder and occasional toe-rag." Lily laughed outright at that answer, causing James to beam. He then asked, "You've listen to all my rants about my family. What was it like growing up in the muggle world? What do you parents do? What was it like when you and Petunia were younger? Who is this dull bloke she's dating now?"

"So many questions! Well, my mom is florist. Her name is Rose so she thought it was fitting to name her daughters after her favorite flowers. My dad teaches chemistry at the university. It's kind of like the muggle version of potions. I think that is where I inherited a lot of my skills. Growing up was wonderful. When we had days off of school, mom would let us come to the shop with her. I discovered I could make flowers grow when I was about five or six. It was so amazing. There was the little daisy that wasn't growing and I just touched it and it sprang back to life. It upset Tuney so mom asked me to stop. Then one day I got to go with my dad to work and he let me mix these two chemicals together. Don't worry, I had all the protective gear and he was there the entire time. It amazed me how seemingly nothing grew from putting those two liquids together. He wou—"

She was cut off by a loud snore. Lily nearly laughed when she saw James slouched in his chair, knocked out completely. After remembering about the full moon the previous night, Lily checked her watch and saw that James had been awake for over forty-eight hours at this point. Lily rose from her chair and grabbed a blanket and pillow off the floor before sticking the pillow under his head and tucking him in as much as she could. He muttered something but simply turned onto his side and fell right back asleep.

After climbing down the staircase, Lily felt her own exhaustion catching up with her. Once on her feet, she resolved that she would go back to the dorm and take a nap before working on potions homework. That is, that was the plan until Elyse came bursting into the library and grabbed Lily's arm.

"Lily, where's James?" She demanded with no greeting at all.

"Sleeping. What's wrong?" Millions of scenarios ran through her mind that would cause Elyse to be so panicked and none of them were good.

Elyse tried to catch her breath (she had sprinted the entire way there) before saying, "Sirius 'n Ben did somethin' bad. Yeh gotta go get James. It's really bad, Lily."

"How bad?"

The dread on Elyse's face was enough that Lily felt something like a cross between dread and fear take over her stomach. The sensation made her feel ill.

And then the ball dropped.

"Possible expulsion bad."

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