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Chapter 34: I Wanna Feel Loved

"So, Lily, we're gonna be parents?" Lily laughed weakly. "Yeah…"

Lily and James spent several minutes in the dark, slightly chilly gazebo. Lily was starting to shiver slightly when James stood up.

"C'mon. I think the ball's over." Lily nodded in agreement. It was all so huge, so much more than what she had been worrying about, a month ago. Stupid N.E.W.T.s, and homework, and when the next Hogsmeade weekend was. Now, she had to worry about death, parenthood, and marriage. Oh great, is it really possible for a 17-year-old to be consumed by those things?

Lily and James walked through the beautiful garden, breaking up several couples snogging in the bushes. Even Sirius and his third slut that night. With Sirius grumbling a few feet behind them, James just kept his arm slung around Lily and though, in the dark, his face seemed clear. But barely, slightly, he was crying. And inside, he was completely broken down.

Before they completely stepped inside, Lily kissed James deeply, and lovingly. She wanted to freeze the moment, and tuck it into her pocket. She wanted to feel James' arms around her forever. Lily wanted to be loved, and that was exactly what she felt just then.

Hermione smirked at Lily when she came, red from the cold, and asked nonchalantly, "Oh, was 'swapping spit' fun today?" But her playful teasing stopped abruptly when she saw Lily's tear stained face.

"Oh no- you guys didn't fight, or anything?" Hermione wasn't thinking about Harry, or the future. She felt pure worry for one of her best friends.

"No. I told him." Lily walked into the bathroom without another word, and left Hermione stunned.

The shower turned on, and the crappy plumbing screeched for a second, then settled.

Hermione grabbed her robe, and threw it on over her nightgown. She hurried down the girl's dorm stairs, and ran up to the boys' dorm. When she reached Harry and Ron's, she rushed in. She soon saw that it was empty, so Hermione opened Harry's trunk, and pulled out the Marauders Map. She scanned it quickly, as she had learned to do, and found the whole group down in the kitchens.

Hermione groaned. It was past curfew, and she had no invisibility cloak.

Oh. Wait- DUHR!

The invisibility cloak! Harry wouldn't have taken his- Two thirds of the Marauders didn't know about the-um, future? Past? Oh, whatever, it didn't matter. Hermione ripped out the cloak, and slung it over her small form.

She hurried through corridors, ran off and on, sneaking quietly through the ghosts and teachers, sprinting through he empty halls.

When she finally reached the kitchen, she found the boys laughing and eating. James was subdued, but tried to look normal. After all those moods that Harry went through, Hermione knew what someone was thinking, or feeling, by just looking or hearing someone. James was definitely freaked/miserable.

Hermione rushed in, and pulled on Harry and Ron's sleeves. "C'mon! I have to tell you something. Important." Hermione gave them a piercing look, and they all walked back to the tower, grabbing the cloak from behind a suit of armor where Hermione had stashed it.

"So, Hermione, what's up?" Harry asked, cheerily. He was smiling.

"Harry, Lily told James." Harry's smile dropped faster than dropping an anvil on Wily Coyote.

"Wh-"

"Harry, she was under too much pressure. She just had to talk to someone, other than her son or his best friends. Who better than James?" Hermione talked in a hushed jumble.

"Its okay, Hermione. You know, I expected this. It's pretty much like us three. We tell each other everything." Harry sighed heavily.

"Except I don't we're going to get married." Ron teased. Harry laughed, and Hermione smiled brightly. Leave it to Ron to lighten the mood... or was that also a Sirius thing? The past was so much more difficult to deal with.

"Hermione! N.E.W.T.s aren't for a month, and guess what?" Harry was arguing with Hermione over her dragging him to the library. Again.

"They don't even matter! You know they won't matter when we get back!"

Hermione scowled. "So? That's no excuse to get a poor grade. And you know it!"

The deserted corridor they ere walking in was really dark, for lack of windows. Harry could only see a bit of Hermione. The rest was in shadows. Harry loved this old castle. But he was going to have to leave, very, very soon. But, who knows? When they get back, they may be back in the train to sixth year, not in the train leaving seventh. Or they may not be on the train at all.

Hermione was poring over a book with Hermione; it was actually an old muggle book. Hermione had never heard of it, and found it was quite good. To Lily, it was a new book that she had mail ordered. To Hermione, it was an old book from the early 70s.

Phantom Tollbooth had great writing, but the concept was quite childish. But who doesn't want to be childish every once in awhile?

While those two were do that, Harry and the Marauders (Ron was sick (food poisoning)) were talking about the last two years.

"They certainly have been adventurous." Remus said, referring to the incident in the forest.

"But we have old Jamsie to thanks for that!" said Sirius, patting 'Jamsie' on the back. Harry grinned.

"Oh, James, do you remember the time Lily tried to punch your lights out? And maybe a few 'nuts' and bolts?" James scowled at Harry.

"You know, she did not really want to hurt me. She can't keep herself off me now!" James joked. Everyone muttered, "Yeah…sure, James…" He was quite perturbed at this reaction.

"You guys are just jealous!" James insisted.

"Hey, speaking of love lives, what about you Harry? I bet you just make the ladies swoon! Or do you not 'function' proper-" Sirius was cut off by a quick punch in the gut by Harry, followed by another one by James. They both said, "Shut up!" before looking at each other. They grinned, and sat back to watch Sirius grumble and say, "No one appreciates me…" Remus was laughing a little, trying hard not to get hit by sirius, who was mad at the lot of them.

Sirius froze, looking closely at Remus.

"What?" Remus said, uneasily. Nothing but something really bad could make Sirius stay still.

"OH MY GOD! You have a gray hair!" Sirius reachedout to Remus's head, and plucked a hair. He held it for Harry and James' inspection, and it proved to really be grey.

"YOU IDIOT! Don't you know pulling a grey hair makes you grow three more !" Remus pounced on Sirius. Harry watched in amazement. Remus, his ex-professor, was tackling Sirius! He started to crack up, and that brought on James and Sirius's laughter. They couldn't stop. Whenever someone started to calm down, they said, "Remember when…" And brung up an embarrassing or hilarious (or both) memory which set off another bout of laughter. Harry had never felt this at ease. It felt, well, so right. He couldn't really begin to describe the happy, bubbling feeling he had inside. It was so different from the small depression like state he, James, and Lily had been in only two days ago. Seemingly, things were normal.

No one could forget that they were going to leave, and go separate ways. Harry just thought about the careers he knew his friends were going to have. Well, for one, his mum was going to be Healer, and his dad was going to be a pretty good Auror (according to Moody). Sirius, well, no idea. And Remus, how does he keep afloat during those maybe, what, 12-13 odd years until he becomes professor?

Lily was great with charms, but she was better at healing. She spent some of her time experimenting with her new charms she invented. And she actually had made her own Pensieve, but instead of a bowl, she made it a diary. It captured exactly what you were thinking when a certain memory is placed into the book. It worked the same way, though, just put your wand to your temple then to the cover of the book. And everything becomes neat, flawless script for someone to review. Plus, you could add a few pictures if you were selective enough of the memory.

Lily loved her life, she never wanted to the good times to end. So everything was recorded in her diary, and she was planning on giving it to someone real special, someone who probably really needed it.