D: Because my wonderful beta SarCoop told me Harry Potter will be released in Australia today, my Deathly Hallows fever has gone out of control and I'm updating at the beginning of the week! Must. Celebrate. Potter. . .

Liar's Promise

The Hogsmeade station churned with a mix of parents and students as steam billowed from under the crimson train. The recent graduates where quickly engaged in taking photographs with friends and family while others, reveling in their freedom to perform magic, began the summer by forwarding trunks back to their homes so they wouldn't need to bother with them on the train.

"I wonder how many of our year are just going to apparate and skip the train home," Vera had muttered next to Lily's side before she too disappeared, a mass of McKinnons coming to congratulate her. Lily shrugged her shoulders and kept looking through the crowd for her parents, almost oblivious to her friend's sudden departure. She had expected them to be there when the boats had arrived back in Hogsmeade's Dock. Now, fifteen minutes after the fact, she was starting to get worried they'd already left with other muggleborn parents.

Her eyes were still set on the distant horizon when two arms found their way around her, waist pulling her gently towards the a soft and familiar voice. "Looking for me, love?" James asked, kissing the top of her head. "You know I was right behind you when we got here. The boys and I just got side tracked running away from Pete's mum –don't blame you for fleeing. Merlin knows I wish I could have. Mrs. Pettigrew's a piece of work. Five minutes with her you wonder how Peter's so normal"

She smiled as he went on about Mrs. Pettigrew's prejudice against Marauders but that was the extent of her conversation with James. Just as her attention was diverted searching for her parents in the crowd, she couldn't help remembering James' vacant attention that morning as they awaited the ceremony. But now, something was different. The boat ride-and no doubt the show put on by the four boys-had seemed to greatly improve James' mood. Compared to the man she had seen that morning, the man who had clasped her hand so tight, as though he was making sure she was real, this James was different and almost genuinely cheerful. There was only a faint shadow in his eyes he hadn't been able to completely deceive.

What has gone wrong? What isn't he telling me? Normally she was the one that kept secrets. Now that the roles were reversed, she felt a small pang of guilt for all those times she hadn't enlightened James throughout the years...

But that was before you and he, before you went from a me to a we, that was before he stopped being a prat she told herself dismissing the guilt she had momentarily felt. The feeling she was being lied to, lured into a false sense of calm was alarming. She could feel her blood boil and she had to bite down on her tongue. It was their last day, their last trip back to London, she shouldn't make a scene. Not now anyway.

He was still going on about something or other when she heard a different voice and felt his arms leave their protective hold around her. "Damn—" James started, as her parents walked over to them, a smile etched on her mother's face while her father's withering glare seemed as though it was made just for the man standing next to Lily.

"There's our lovely Lily!" Charlotte Evans beamed wrapping her arms around her youngest daughter tightly, with one hand pushing the back of Lily's head into the embrace. "Mum—ompf—too tight—I've had constrictor hexes that are gentler-"

"Ah, sorry about that Lilybeth," her mum apologized, loosening her grip. "We would've been here sooner but Professor Slughorn wanted to congratulate us—nicest man, he told us about a fish you gave him. Thinks the world of you," Mrs. Evans let go of her embrace, taking her feasting eyes off her daughter and at James, recognizing him for the first time since the reunion with her daughter. "Oh Richard look! It's James!"

"Oh, hello Jeffery," he said as though he was annoyed by James' mere existence but pacified his wife with extending a hand shake with the annoyance all the same. Sounds like I did for all those years, Lily thought nostalgically, giving thanks that at least one of her parents seemed slightly indifferent to James presence, even though that indifference was borderline dislike. It would have been too easy if James wooed both her parents. Having one at least mildly annoyed seemed to add a new layer of attraction to her dearest friend.

"Dad, it's James," Lily corrected as she turned her attention back to James, taking his hand somewhat subtly. "James these are my parents, you remember? From Christmas-"

"And Petunia's wedding," Mr. Evans grumbled as he continued his glare against the boy before he returned his attention back to his daughter, the look of malice in his eyes melting into parental joy.

"We're so proud of you Lily. Our little witch," he echoed, kissing the top of her forehead as Mrs. Evans became occupied with her purse, removing muggle candies and pocket books before pulling out a bulky muggle camera that even James could guess was ten years old.

"Now when we talked to Professor McGonagall, she's the one that lifted the defense spell so your father and I could actually see the castle and come in, I asked her about the moving pictures and she said as long as you develop the film magically than we'll be set for the best Christmas Cards..." Mrs. Evans explained bubbly, "About time too. Emily Van Aulfen has had bragging rights for years and now it's our turn to dazzle," looking at her husband and daughter, she motioned for them to strike a pose, "Oh come on you two, try and be serious…"

"Someone call my name?" Sirius asked, arriving next to the three Evanses and Potter.

"Oh and there's the other boy from Christmas!" Mrs. Evans smiled nodding in Sirius direction. "What was his name again Lily?"

"Somber, Somber something," Mr. Evans complained a rusty color starting to arise in his cheeks. If anything, Lily could tell her father found her mother's familiarity and tolerance of James and Sirius just as deviant a betrayal as his daughter's affection for the two.

"The only thing Somber here is this muggle's out look on the two of us," Sirius muttered to James looking at the scene. "The way I see it, Mrs. Evans doesn't mind us much, where as Mr. Evans…"

"Looks as though he'd prefer us to duel each other to the death?" James interrupted looking at the family still engaged with the camera. "It took me seven years to woo Lily, It'll probably take me seven years to get a father's blessing."

Sirius smirked lopsidedly, "And that puts Lily at twenty four years old-he seems like the sort of dad who wouldn't allow his daughter to marry a scallywag like you till she was thirty-five. Tough luck mate."

"Excuse me, Mr. Evans," James began, noticing, as the Evans patriarch seemed to crank his neck and look at the boy who had addressed him. "I'll take a picture with the three of you, How's that? Get that Christmas Greeting photograph for Mrs. Evans."

"Erm, thank you Joseph," Mr. Evans replied, handing the camera to James cautiously. "It's the little silver knob on top," he said, his voice dripping with suspicion. "Right, now smile wide," he mused as he looked behind the lenses to bring the three faces into focus.

"On the count of three…" He started, bringing the family into view. Mr. Evans stood on Lily's left, her mother on her right. In the background you could see the walls surrounding the castle far off in the distance, the background to a few of the buildings that lay on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. The blue sky now showing a few white puffs of clouds emerging from beyond the mountains.

"One…" he lifted up a finger. Mrs. Evans doesn't mind us much, there seemed to be a natural kindness that shone from Mrs. Evans's eyes. A warm gentleness that left James with the belief she was a very affectionate mother. Her smile came with gentle creases around its end implying she often smiled and often laughed, and often did so thanks to the help of the two people standing next to her.

"Two…" he lifted up another. Somewhere behind him he could hear Sirius mocking him as the best cameraman the station had ever seen. Mr. Evans looks as though he'd prefer Sirius and I to do each other in and leave Lily alone...He had appeared rough, but next to his wife and daughter that appearance vanished. He had laugh lines like his wife. His talent for coming up with incorrect names when trying to communicate with James mirrored a defensiveness his daughter had used for six years against him. She probably wrote some pretty detailed letters to him about you throughout the years. He knows you've been pursuing his daughter for years. And now you've broken Lily's line of defenses and there's a relationship forming, he's probably terrified you'll mess with her...and the thought of Mr. Evans with a muggle equivalent of a wand set a chill down his back.

"Three…" and there was Lily. A smile as wide as he'd ever seen, her arms draped around her two parents and the wind flirting with the locks of her hair. She was the perfect blend of her parents; she had her mother's eyes and her father's stubbornness. He could hear the film click and his eye kept gazing through the lenses. Lily's your happy thought, he remembered, and he felt that so long as he could remember that happy thought, he could withstand any Dementor Attack.

"I'm sorry camera man, but aren't you supposed to say some Muggle Dairy product after three?" Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow, pulling James back from behind the camera lens. "Although if truth be told, I wouldn't mind "Yorkshire puddings" or "Dumplings" as substitutes."

"Thank you James," Mrs. Evans smiled taking the camera back from him. "Now your turn," she nudged, tilting her head towards her youngest daughter, the shine he had seen in the mother's eyes behind the camera continuing its all-knowing glow.

"Mum, James doesn't want…" Lily started but stopped after seeing James giving her a reproachful look. He may have supposed it his look that silenced her but was slightly discouraged when he looked back and saw Mrs. Evans.

"Lily, it's your graduation day. Humor me," she said with a tint of sternness' in her voice that echoed a tone Lily had used against him for years.

"You really think I wouldn't want a picture with you?" James asked Lily as he joined her side, rustling the back of his head, "I'm starting to think you don't like me Evans, it's an alarming thought."

"Oh shut it," Lily answered, her arm wrapped around his back as she came close to his embrace "I'm just trying to figure out what was bothering you this morning. I've been thinking about it since we got in the boats."

"Next one will have add you Sirius dear," Mrs. Evans nodded to the solitary Gryffindor who looked like he was enjoying the show before him a little too much. "Just want one picture of the two of them alone, since they were Heads together after all…you know, prosperity."

"No problem" Sirius said, the laugh inescapably detectable in his voice. "Especially with prosperity on the line."

"One…" Mrs. Evans had started counting.

James looked down at Lily, his eyebrows furrowed, "Lily, you're wasting your time. Nothing was bothering me this morning, I was just tired. Stop worrying, you don't need too...Even Dumbledore doesn't see reason to alarm you"

"Two-"

"If Dumbledore has calmed these non existent worries, then why were you making such a fuss about it this morning?" She asked, her expression becoming darker by the moment. "I know you're not telling me something and frankly it's alarming me James. I can take it, I'd rather know something was going on than…"

"It's not a matter of bravery," he told her, his scowl deepening. He had nearly forgotten about all of this and now, in front of an audience, she had chosen, to ask him these questions, "If you would just have a little faith in me you wouldn't be so alarmed now would you?"

"Three, say Hogwarts" Mrs. Evans smiled, oblivious to what was going on between the faces behind her lenses.

"JAMIE!" a voice cried from behind the Evanses. "Jamie!"

Lily broke eye contact and James looked down at the floor, as his hand scratched the back of his neck. Now, now when he was having his first legitimate argument with Lily since they started dating, now when he was trying to make a good impression. He could hear Sirius chuckling softly in the background and asking Mrs. Evans if she would give him a copy of the photograph, his laughter growing harder to restrain only as Mrs. Potter emerged from the crowd.

((*))

If Lily had to pick James' mother out of a line up, she would never have guessed the ginger haired, well aged witch to fit the roll. For years Lily had envisioned the woman to have spawned Potter to be as sickly sweet and deceptive as her son, Dorea Potter seemed to be quite the opposite. She wore bright ruby red dress robes with fine lace trimming, as was the fashion according to Madam Finespin's Column in the Daily Prophet, and had grip of a Bowtruckle as Lily learned when she gave her a tight embrace.

"You must be the Evanses, James has told me so much about you," Mrs. Potter beamed, looking up to Lily's face. "I'm Dorea Potter. And this-" she turned to her side and for the first time noticed that her husband was not with her, "Oh where has he gone? If that Pettigrew woman has him captive so she can tell of the connection she hopes to make between Peter and that Bertha girl…."

"I'm right hear my dear Dorea," a man put in, entering the circle of acquanitcence as Mrs. Potter spoke. "John Lupin's not going to appreciate the fact I abandoned him with Pricilla, but Peter and Remus were near by so they'll rescue him if Peter's mother get's carried away."

Lily looked at James's father, who coincidently enough, stood next to his son. If it hadn't been for the decay that comes with old age, she supposed father and son would be the same height. Mr. Potter seemed to be a perfect picture of how James would look in fifty years; like his son, he had been of slender build and his trademark unruly hair had probably been black but had not turned snow white and had thinned in whisps so he looked like he had been licked by a mother cow—his hair flowing in every which direction. He held a cane in one hand, and she supposed it was from knobble joints. Like his wife, he seemed to carry an air of pleasantness and ease of making acquaintance with others, another trait inherited by the son.

"Charlie, this is Mr. and Mrs-"

"I'm Charlotte," Mrs. Evans said, taking the elderly wizard's hand. "And this is my husband Richard. We're Lily's Parents."

"Oh Lily," Mr. Potter smiled, turning his attention now to Lily; looking directly at him, Lily could see James had inherited every look from his father, down to the golden flecks in his eyes." Yes, James has told Dori and I quite a bit about you." For the slightest moment, lily had supposed she had seen the old man wink as he said "Dori has been looking forward to meeting your for some time now, ever since you got James's attention—."

"—Back on his studies," Mrs. Potter suddenly interrupted, looking at her husband sharply. Lily had to hold back her laughter. Mr. Potter looked puzzled, as though he was surprised at his wife's rudeness while Mrs. Potter seemed to think her husband had nearly proclaimed some long time family secret to the world.

"Which is why," Mrs. Potter continued, ignoring James's departed looks of agitation, "We wanted to invite you all to a family tea to celebrate the graduates. My house elf Gretel makes the best cucumber sandwiches," Mrs. Potter continued, "And she's rather gifted at Charmed sweet mint chocolates. You'll be giving your neighbor complements for hours off of those things, I'll tell you. Once I had Augusta Longbottom over and we had a little bit too may of the sweet mint chocolates, I believe I spent a whole afternoon complementing her latest falcon hat and she spent the better part of the afternoon asking after where I bought my doorknobs. Which if you knew Augusta as I do compliments don't come easy..."

"Mum…" James started trying to derail his mother. Lily could see the faintest bit of red on the back of his neck. She couldn't blame him for all of this she knew. She was almost looking forward to what would happen next. Her mother seemed intrigued while her father had a shadow of a smile. Regardless of what happens between you and James at least Dad looks like he likes the Potters more than Veron's mother.

"Don't interrupt sweetheart its rude," Mrs. Potter sighed, patting her son's elbow. "Now as I was saying, afternoon tea…"

"I'm afraid we can't make the tea," Mrs. Evans said, her face showing a genuine disappointment at missing the opportunity to celebrate a tea with the Potter matriarch. "The McKinnons, they're friends of ours, they've invited us up to Amblside and have a little celebration for the girls. And I believe Vera and Lily are going to get they're belongings together so they can move into their flat this weekend, isn't that right Lilybeth?"

"Yes, we move in Sunday, courses will be starting within the next two weeks," Lily answered, her eyes looking at James. Did he know she felt as though she was in a tug of war between her desire to start work at St Mugnos and her desire to be with him? And she could feel the pull from her parents who, after seven years of letting her go off to school in what to them was another world, now wanted a chance to have their youngest daughter around more often.

Although she didn't know if James sensed all this from the look of her eyes, apparently his mother could sense it. "No matter" she sighed, looking between the Evanses and at Lily directly. "We'll just have to have you over before James enters the Academy, or better yet, why don't you just pop in whenever you're free. Jamie will be away at the Academy soon, if you ever want to come visit us in our lonesome…"

But the whistle called for students to begin their boarding the train.

"Here Lily, I'll find Marlene and Orion and they'll send your trunk to the house. Said something about a port that can take us to Stockport and then you can meet us at the house before we travel to Ambleside."

"Oh you don't need to bother with a portkey Mr. Evans," Mrs. Potter scoffed, "Here, we'll apparate home with you right now won't we? Let the kids have a last time on the train, it'd be nice, they'd enjoy it. And James will see Lily home won't he?" Mrs. Potter smiled as she set her blue eyes on James as though she was trying to express to her son he wouldn't be welcomed at his own home if he did not escort Lily home.

"Right Mum," James answered as he and Lily joined the throng of students congregating towards the train, waving to the Potters and Evanses as they disappeared into one of the train's many cars.

((*))

Lily sat in a compartment as she had for years and years. Remus had cast an enlargement charm prompting a "Why haven't we done this for years? Last Christmas we were in a tuna can and now we're in the bloody Taj Sha-hal?" from six Gryffindor laid around in comfortable leisure as the fields of Hogsmead disappeared behind hills, Gryffindor tower disappearing from behind the mountain peaks as the landscape began to grow more and more dense with houses and city scapes.

After the trolley car rolled by, giving them free chocolate frogs for completing their stay at Hogwarts, each of them took turns saying what the next few months would hold. Peter, who had finished his Chocolate Frog first, announced that he was to travel the world with a few others of their year for three months. "It's a silly old tradition," Peter remarked, "Although I'm looking forward to when we get to Italy—the Italian Wizards have this charmed cheese that—"

"Bleeding Hippogriff Pete," Sirius roared with laughter, "You're supposed to learn about magic on these tours, not food."

"For Wormtail, it's one in the same," Remus interceded before he spoke about the weeklong holiday he had before he was to enter the Ministry working for Centaur Liasons.

"I'd rather work with Centaur's then I would Goblins," James said with a smile, "Of course, I'd rather face your furry little problem than Goblins, frightening blokes the lot of 'em."

"You're such a Wizard," Vera laughed, resting her head on Sirius shoulder. While Lily knew Vera's relationship with Sirius was a shadow of what it had been previously, it was nice to see even a ghost of what had once been considered normal.

"What you going at?" Sirius asked looking down at her. "Prongs is right, Goblins are scary little things. Their nails, the ears, and I swear, you even mention you have something Goblin made and then in the dark of the night they creep into your windows and…"

"Sirius Black are you scared of Goblins?" Lily laughed, "I thought you were afraid of nothing."

"Mum used to make me go to Gringotts in the summer, always wanted me to become Wizard Chairman of the place, they're frightening little blokes! You ever had one lock you in your family vault? When that happens, you can come talk to me about how cute and cuddly Goblins are. Personally, I'd rather be stuck on some forsaken island with Kreacher."

Sirius then went on a discourse with Peter about Goblins and House Elves before mentioning he had a line of summer jobs he was going to do but had no set career quiet yet, which alarmed Remus who had gone in and agreed to live in a flat with Sirius somewhere outside of London.

Vera and Lily took turns talking about St. Mungos who allowed a fortnight to pass between Hogwarts and Training. Their flat was to be on the other side of the Thames from Remus and Sirius, but Sirius all the same volunteered to be security if needs be and kept referencing that Remus knew of a great Guard Dog if they felt one was needed.

"We'll be fine thanks," Lily answered knowing quiet well that the Guard Dog was probably as friendly as a werewolf. "We'll be plenty safe, it's in a Muggle neighborhood, no one would expect to find us there."

And then it was James's turn. The Auror Academy. Once he went entered, they may seem him a handful of times before Christmas. "Character and Survivor Training for the first six months, and then they weed out a few," James said nonchalantly. "Shouldn't be all that hard, Frank Longbottom says so anyway."

"Have you heard anything from Frank?" Lily asked again. Almost instantly the hard look that had been on his face earlier returned. "You know, about the resistance?"

"I thought you knew Lily," Remus seemed confused, James' face turning a ghostly white. "The Prewett boys have threatened James with bodily harm if we kept harassing them about the bloody resistance."

The color that had vanished from James' face quickly returned and for the duration of the voyage, talking about Sirius' fear of Goblins and whether or not that fear (or as he liked to put it "mild discomfort") meant he was afraid of other small magical creatures, such as house elves or leprechauns.

The train rolled into Kings Cross station as it always had. Two by two, those in the compartment exited and waited for the rest of their party to reconvening on the platform. Although Lily would be unable to join Mrs. Potter's Graduation Tea, Peter and Remus agreed to meet at the Potter's home within the hour. Lily had half expected Vera to invite her over to her house straight away, and began to suspect Sirius had been bribed by Mrs. Potter to take Vera home so James could do the same.

"Come on Vera, I'm only apparating you home for a minute, I haven't seen my two little nieces in ages," Sirius moaned, taking Vera by the hand and pulling her towards an apparition part of the station where students could pop in and out.

"Sirius, they're my nieces," Vera began, disgruntled but more amused than annoyed. "And it makes sense that you haven't seen them in ages as I don't recall you ever meeting Ada and Evanna"

"Make's all the sense to go remedy that now. Closest thing I'm going to get to nieces is yours. That is until these two name me Godfather of their little brood," Sirius smirked, nodding back at James and Lily.

"What makes you think we're going to name you Godfather someday?" Lily asked as she rolled her eyes.

"Well, the fact you didn't hex me on the spot when I suggested you two would reproduce," Sirius winked before apparating with Vera before Lily could come back with words sharp as daggers, or hexed knives at the very least.

"You know Sirius," James sighed as he took Lily's hand. "Give him a bone and he'll chew it till it's well past dead."

"I don't know what I'm going to do not having Sirius to yell at on a daily basis," she laughed as they walked towards their spot on the platform. "Over seven years of bickering and now I am suddenly amused with him still suggestive comments. I feel like I've just lost my foil."

James thought about telling her not to pursue the conversation with Sirius, but believed that in the months that would surround his absence from the marauders and Lily an even friendlier relationship could blossom. Perhaps the Marauders would adopt her as the annoying younger sister? The sister that think she's a grown up, but has three older, over protective brothers.

Sirius will keep her safe, he told himself as they popped in unison, being tugged in harmony to a town far to the north, he'd give his life to keep you safe—surly he'd do the same for her.

The imaginary hook that had pulled them from Kings Cross brought them to a secluded alley in the suburbs of Stockport. A brilliant blue sky welcomed them, while the sweet smells of morning lilies growing over the hedges filled the air.

"I guess you're going to be walking me home then?" She asked, looking down at her hand wrapped in his. "I've always wondered what dad would say if I brought in a stray and asked to keep him."

"Very funny Evans," he chuckled, "But even if I pretended to be a stag, I can sure as hell bet your dad wouldn't let me live in the backyard."

"Which is a pity, because I know if I turned up on your mum's doorstep she'd probably kick you out of your room and let me move in," she grinned teasingly. "Or did I read her impression wrong?"

"Nope," he laughed, getting the attention of kids passing by, "Mum pretty much loves you Lily Evans. You may not know this, but I talk about you, a lot…"

They turned of out the alley and made their way to the high street connecting to Thortenberry Road. The two looked rather ridiculous, still wearing parts of their graduation robes, but neither seemed to notice the looks from people Lily had known all her life. All that seemed to be real was the individual who was holding the other's hand, and in the chaos each knew the next few years for bring, that seemed to momentarily be perfection.

"When will you be home from Vera's tonight?" James asked eagerly. "Is your bedroom on the second floor? I could climb up when you're back and…"

"And my father would kill you and bury you under the rose bush," Lily laughed before her eyes turned sad. " I'm not coming home tonight. When the McKinnons hold a celebration, it's an all night affair, and my mum was right, Vera and I have to get our stuff together if we plan on moving to London this weekend." Her eyebrows puckered together as though she was trying to knit an answer to their dilemma. "What are you doing Monday? We could…"

"Full Moon," James said, his first regret for Lupin's monthly cycle. "And since Peter's out of town, Sirius, Remus and I are going to go camping in Wales. Remus really likes it out there, and he needs to have a good spot for—er—his furry issue."

"Your right, absolutely right," she answered looking down the road. Only two more houses before her own.

"That Sunday morning, before school starts for you," he asked, pulling her aside, behind the bushes that served as the perimeter to her parent's house.

"That should work. Vera will be at her families and I'll tell mine I'm bumming along," Lily said with a grin.

"Lying to authority, he sighed, shaking his head "Tut-tut. You know, I think you could've been our most dangerous Marauder if you ever gave it a chance," James said as he pulled Lily into an embrace.

"More dangerous than you, Black and Moony?" she asked holding on to the embrace, "Maybe that would stop the Death Eaters. Beware the dangerous Evans," she mocked.

At 'Death Eaters' he knew his body had tensed, and prayed she hadn't noticed. It's only a week. You'll see her in a week. She'll be with a witch or wizard at all times She should be fine, his mind kept reciting. But despite all these reassurances, he could realize he was trying to memorize certain things about her. The silkiness of her hair. The smell of morning dew and floral. Her touch. His lips against her own.

"I'll see you soon," He told her as the moment passed, "and when I do I have a surprise for you, you'll love it. Just promise me you'll be safe and careful. And if anything happens, Apparate to Vera's or to the Potter Manor in Salisbury, can you remember that?"

Lily looked puzzled.

"James, you told me ever since I asked you about whatever you heard this morning that I have nor reason to worry. If you say I have nothing to worry about, why all these instructions as though either us could be dead in our beds or…"

Because I'm a bloody liar and you're not in the Order, that's why. "It's just the sort of world we live in. Don't worry Lily, you have nothing to worry about, really." Liar. Liar. Damned Bloody Liar…

"If you say I have nothing to worry about, I trust you. You wouldn't lie," Lily said evenly, leaving James with guilt seeping through his robes like blood. "And I'll make sure I'm safe, Vera and I will put all those tedious little enchantments on the flat."

"Lily," a voice called from beyond the hedge. "Lily, are you out there?"

"I should let you go before I'm under the rose bush," he joked weakly, kissing the top of her head. "Next Sunday at ten, be careful Evans."

"You too Potter," she answered before leaving the shelter of the hedge and walking up the path to her meet her inquisition. James stayed long enough to hear the voices disappear and the door close with a sudden thud as words began thumping in his head, matching his heartbeat in a speeding race.

If something happens and they make an attempt on her or Vera, their blood is on your head you damned bloody liar…

AN: And graduation and all things related to it are now ovah. No mas. We're done. I feel like I've dragged it out as long as possible, but I'm glad to say its done. (confetti falls from my desk-or at least it should). Enjoy Harry Potter week. Drink your moonshine Butterbeer. Call your sibling a Nargle. Leave flowers at your local Jokeshop. Dress up like your favorite (most likely killed off) character.

But above all:Remember, Nagini attacks a professor everytime you don't leave a review or PM. Save a potions master today!

-Kait Hobbit