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It's funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love, while at the back of our minds we know that the person we truly love will always be an exception.

Chapter Forty-Nine: Lily's Amortentia

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, Professor," Alice began as soon as Dumbledore appeared in Frank's kitchen. However, the Headmaster held his hand up to silence her and walked quickly around the room, muttering under his breath and sweeping his wand over every available surface.

When he was finished, he stowed his wand inside his midnight blue robes and took the seat that Frank offered him at the table.

"Even the walls have ears," he said seriously as Alice and Frank sat down across from him. "Now, what, may I ask, have you called me here to discuss?"

Alice could feel Frank take a deep breath beside her, and she was silently glad that he would be the first to speak.

"Sir, things are getting bad," he stated simply. "Voldemort and his Death Eaters are torturing Muggles in broad daylight, and the Muggleborn killings are rising in number. It would be one thing if the Ministry was talking action, but the Wizengamot isn't willing to press charges against any of the known Death Eaters for fear of losing their financial backers. The Auror offices are doing everything they can, but even when they catch someone, they have to give them up to a court system that will let them go as long as they plead they were under the Imperious Curse."

Dumbledore rested his elbows on the table, bringing the tips of his fingers together and surveying the two students over them with twinkling eyes. "And what, Mr. Longbottom, do you suggest we do to fix the problem?"

"Take action," Frank answered, his voice firm. "We just have to keep fighting them and pushing them back. We may not be able to put them in jail, but we can delay them, hinder them, and maybe that could be enough."

"And who is 'we,'" asked Dumbledore calmly, so much so that Alice could not judge whether he thought the idea was good or not.

"Frank and I, for starters," she piped up. "I'm of age now, and I know I don't know how to fight, but I figured I could learn well enough, especially since I plan to apply for the Auror Academy after I take my N.E.W.T.s. I was able to hold my own at Malfoy Manor. Anyway, we were hoping that, if we got a group together, you would be our leader."

The old wizard smiled. "I should like nothing better." His face turned serious as he went on. "However, you must know that this is not a game. It is not child's play. It is very much life or death. Do you think that you will be able to face that should the time come?"

Frank took Alice's hand under the table and it felt as though warmth and strength were somehow spreading from the tips of her fingers throughout her entire body, and she knew the answer to his question.

"Sir," Frank said. "As long as we've got something to fight for, I think we can face anything."

"And as long as Frank's here," Alice added, smiling up at him. "I definitely have something worth fighting for."


James threw himself down at the table for breakfast, knowing he looked disastrous. There were bags under his eyes and his hair, which was usually messy in a casual, windswept way, instead stuck up in every direction. But none of that mattered to him as he glanced at Sirius, Stella, and his parents, who were all staring at him with a mixture of worry and sympathy.

"I guess you heard, then?" he asked bitterly, ignoring the food that Tink-Tink placed in front of him.

Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. "Mate, I think everyone within a few hundred miles heard. You and Lily never were ones for subtlety."

"What did you do to her?" his mother asked, fixing James with a stern look from across the table.

"Why do you always assume that it was my fault?" he asked harshly, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. "Did you ever stop to consider that maybe she did something to me for once?"

"Did she?" asked his father, while the others looked at him in surprise.

James crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, unsure if he wanted to explain the whole situation. "Kind of, yes. I had every right to get mad at her, trust me."

"But you could forgive her, too, you know," his mother said, a soft smile on her face. "Goodness knows she's forgiven enough of your idiocy if everything Sirius tells us is true."

"It's different, Mum," James told her, shooting his best friend a withering look. "I was an arrogant prat sometimes, sure, but this is…"

"What?" came a voice from behind him, and he turned to see Lily glaring at him, hands on her hips. She did not look like she had slept at all – her hair was frizzy and circles even darker than his own were forming under her eyes; she had not even bothered to change out of her pajamas before coming downstairs. But regardless of her tired appearance, she seemed to have enough energy to be angry. "This is what, Potter?"

"So, we're back to that, now?" James spat, standing up and making his way to where she was standing.

She took a few steps back, but her defensive position held. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?" she asked icily. "You don't want to be my friend? Well, congratulations, Potter, you got your wish!"

James groaned. "Lily, I didn't mean –" he grabbed her wrist as she turned toward the door, but she jerked away from him.

"Don't," she told him harshly, but James could have sworn he saw tears in her green eyes. "Just don't."

As she all but ran to the door, James yelled, "Where are you going?"

Lily gave a mirthless laugh, turning back to face him with her hand on the knob. "Please, Potter. You can stop pretending like you give a damn."

And she was gone.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" James shouted, slamming his fist into the wall. He regretted it immediately, but the pain in his hand could not hold a candle to the pain he was feeling in his chest. It was as though Lily had reached inside of him and taken his heart with her, and the farther away she went, the more pain it caused him. "Why can't she just…"

"Come on, James," Stella said, giving him a smile. "Don't even think about saying it. You know that if she wasn't exactly the way she is, you wouldn't love her nearly as much."

James angrily ran his hand through his hair. Stella was right, of course, but that did not change the fact that Lily had said that she trusted Gregory Pearson. He knew Lily had never had the best judgment when it came to people – take Snape for example – but Pearson? It was impossible for James to even wrap his mind around such a thought.

"Look, Prongs, I know you're not exactly on the best of terms," Sirius told him. "But you'd be an idiot to not go after her."

James glared at him. "I think she made it perfectly clear that she doesn't want me anywhere near her."

"Do you care about her or not?" Sirius growled, standing up and moving around the table so that he could face his friend. "Because I can't really tell anymore! You don't have to follow her to apologize or try to make things right, but bloody hell, James, there are Death Eaters out there! Voldemort's out there! Don't tell me you're just going to sit here and sulk while anything could be happening to her!"

"She can take care of herself," James argued weakly, already on the verge of sprinting up the stairs to get his wand.

"Since when has that stopped you?" Sirius asked. "This is Lily Evans we're talking about! Last time I checked, you were sneaking after her just to make sure that Snape didn't try anything. How else can I say this? You're in love with her! And even though everything always seemed to be against you, even Lily herself, you never gave up. What the hell is stopping you from walking out that door?"

Their eyes locked for a moment, both angry, both afraid, but both absolutely sure of the inevitable. So, without another word, James ran up to his bedroom, grabbed his wand, and dashed back out onto the grounds of Potter Manor.


He found Lily wondering aimlessly through garden, her bare feet making no noise on the stone path. She paused briefly at a small patch of sunflowers that were planted haphazardly – so different from the neatly organized flowers all around them. A small smile formed on her lips, and James knew she must have realized that he had planted them just for her as soon as he had found out that they were her favorite, but the grin disappeared as she sat down at the edge of a fountain not too far away.

Lily had made it painfully obvious that she did not want to have anything to do with him for the time being, but he hated watching her from a distance. There was a way he could approach her. It was reckless, and he did not know whether she would get scared and run, or figure it out right away and hex him on the spot, but like Sirius had said, this was Lily, so anything was worth a shot.

Stowing his wand in his pocket, James shut his eyes and focused on Prongs until he felt his face elongate, his hands turn to hooves, and his arms reach the ground. He stepped cautiously out from behind the rose bushes and Lily's head snapped up to watch him curiously, but she did not appear to want to run. James pranced over to the sunflowers and began nibbling on them, gauging Lily's reaction, and to his delight, she stood up to shoo him away.

"Don't eat those," she said, though her voice was not unkind, and as she approached him carefully, she pulled a handful of leaves out of the pear tree above their heads and offered them to him. "Somebody worked very hard to plant those you know," she went on, smiling slightly as he turned away from the flowers and took the leaves from her instead. "And after everything I've done, I don't deserve them, but you shouldn't ruin it for him."

James tried to keep his face blank as he looked at her, hoping desperately that he would not give anything away, that she would continue to simply talk to him. She studied his eyes, and he was curious to know if she recognized their hazel color, but after a moment, she made her way back over to the fountain.

Under the pretense of searching for more food, James followed, bumping his head against her hand gently. Lily smiled at him and rubbed his nose, sighing to herself and staring back at the Manor as she did so.

"I didn't know stags were so trusting," she admitted, looking back at James and scratching his head lightly. "But you probably wouldn't be if you knew what a dolt I've been."

James did not move, silently willing her to continue, and after a brief pause, she did.

"He's probably the best friend I could have ever asked for," she told him, once more looking back to the house, as though she could somehow see him through the walls. James wondered if listening to what she had to say in private was invading her personal space, but at this point, he just needed to know that she trusted him and needed him more than Greg Pearson. "He's caring and loyal and amazing in so many ways. He's always been there for me, even though I gave him every reason to turn around and walk away. This time, I think I just pushed him too far. I mean, it was bound to happen. I don't know why I couldn't just open up and let him in. Though, I was really starting to. These past few months, I think I've actually been falling –"

Lily stopped abruptly, staring at James' back, and, despite his better judgment, he turned to see what she was looking at. After many outings with a werewolf, the fur there grew in patches, and layer upon layer of thin white scars curved along his body. He turned back to Lily, whose green eyes were wide.

"James has scars just like those," she breathed. "He would never tell me where he got them."

For a moment, they just stared at each other in silence, wide, horrified eyes to even wider, pleading ones.

"JAMES WESTLEY POTTER!" Lily shrieked suddenly. "You turn back into yourself this instant!"

There was a split second in which James considered dashing off into the woods and pretending that nothing had ever happened, but the thought was gone almost as soon as it entered his mind. He heaved a sigh, and soon enough, he was back to himself, looking down into the enraged and utterly confused face of Lily Evans.


Lily glared up at him, hoping that she looked livid, though all she could really feel was terror. She had been two words away from revealing her deepest secret to him, two words away from admitting her love for a boy who did not even want to be her friend anymore.

And surely he knew. How many phrasing began with the word 'falling'? The whole situation was completely mortifying.

But, to her surprise, James did not look as though he was going to laugh at her or make a joke at her expense. He just stood there.

"Explain," Lily managed to choke out, avoiding his eyes as he walked over to the fountain where she had been sitting moments before and plopped down on the edge of it. She sat down beside him hesitantly and stared straight ahead as determinedly as she could.

"Remus is..." he began, but trailed off, and from the corner of her eye, Lily could see him shaking his head. "No, it's more that Sirius, Peter, and I thought… Well, wait, that's not really it either. Okay, back in second year, we figured out that Remus was a werewolf, right?"

"Erm, right?" Lily answered, unsure of what he was trying to say.

"Right," James repeated unnecessarily, his whole demeanor more awkward than normal as he ran his hand through his untidy hair. "We followed him one night, just to see where he went each full moon when he transformed, and when we saw him go under the Whomping Willow, we figured that he had to be alone. I guess we assumed they let him loose in the forest or something, so that he could hunt. But no, he had to spend every full moon basically tearing himself apart. Well, obviously, we couldn't go with him as humans –"

"So you went as animals," Lily concluded, her voice nothing more than an awed whisper. She stared at him, her previous embarrassment forgotten. "But how? It's supposed to be extremely difficult! Especially without the supervision of the Ministry."

"It took us the better part of three years," James admitted modestly. "And we made plenty of mistakes, don't get me wrong."

"Of course," Lily breathed, bringing her hand to her forehead in realization. "One or two of you would just disappear sometimes. Everyone just assumed it was for a prank or something, but you must have been –"

"In the forest," James answered for her. "We would have to spend the night there and wait to return completely to normal. Sometimes I would change from stag to human and still have antlers, or Sirius would still be covered in fir. I remember one time, Peter had a rat's tail for a week. Luckily it wasn't too difficult to hide, but I could have sworn Snape caught a glimpse of it."

"He always was overly suspicious of you," she told him, shaking her head sadly. "Prongs," she went on after a moment. "Of course. And Moony, obviously. Sirius is Padfoot, so he's a…?"

"Dog," James supplied.

Lily only nodded. "And Wormtail... a rat?"

"Yes," James answered, rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the ground. "I'm sorry we never told you, but it was dangerous and illegal. I didn't want you mixed up in it if you didn't have to be."

"It's all right. I understand," Lily said, smiling slightly. "I think it's kind of amazing, actually. Turn around."

"What?"

"I want to see the scars," she explained. "You never let me get a good look at them before."

James grinned cockily, and Lily found that she had almost missed that smile. "You just want to see me take my shirt off."

"Don't be a prat," she scolded, rolling her eyes and smacking the back of his head. "Do you really think I find an inch of scar tissue attractive?"

He shrugged. "To each her own." With a wink and a tweak of her nose, he turned around and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Even though she knew what was coming, Lily could not contain a small gasp at the sight. An inch of scar tissue had not been an exaggeration, and the scars themselves were painful to look at. Some must have been so deep they reached the bone.

Lily ran her hand very lightly over one of the newest scars – it was still a bit red and swollen – causing James to flinch slightly.

"I'm sorry," she said immediately, feeling embarrassed that she had touched him at all. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just –"

"You didn't hurt me, darling," he told her softly, twisting at the waist so he could face her. The tips of his ears turned pink as he fumbled for something else to say. "Your, uh, hands are just cold."

Despite his awkwardness, Lily found herself fighting a losing battle against a smile. Darling. He had called her darling.

"So, erm," she began again. "Madam Pomfrey can't heal these?"

James stared at her incredulously. "Who are you and what have you done with Lily Evans?" he asked, taking her shoulders and moving her left and right, as if expecting another Lily to be hiding behind her. "You're the top of the class in Healing. Surely you know that there's no cure for werewolf bites."

Lily very nearly smacked herself. Of course she knew that, she had just been so desperate to get back to a comfortable topic of conversation that the thought had not even occurred to her.

"Right," she said, feeling as though the conversation was going in circles. Then something dawned on her. "Oh Merlin," she whispered, staring up a James suddenly. "That day in the hospital wing – my Patronus – you ran away because…"

"A stag and a doe," he confirmed, his face turning red. But the silence was screaming what he left unsaid – they mean unconditional love.

Though, of course, Lily thought, that doesn't really matter anymore, not after what we said last night. He's probably only here in the first place to make sure I don't get kidnapped.

They just sat there for a few moments, staring in opposite directions. Even though Lily knew that her misplaced trust in Greg Pearson might very well have finally ended whatever it was that she and James had shared over the years, she felt that there was one thing she had left to say to him while they were still on civil, speaking terms.

"You know you're pretty much the most incredible person I've ever met, right?"

He just looked at her for a moment, at a loss for words, so she blushed and continued. "I mean, just looking at this," she motioned to his back, "shows that you're the most devoted and loyal friend that anyone could ever ask for. But what means more is that I didn't need to see the scars to tell me that. All I have to do is be around you and it's obvious. And I know you said that you didn't want to be my friend, which I understand, but that doesn't make you any less remarkable."

It seemed that James was unable to adequately find words to express his emotions, for instead of saying anything, he pulled her into a crushing hug.

Lily sat there for a moment in a state of shock. She had been so sure he was through with her. Hell, she would have been through with herself if the situations were reversed. He squeezed her tighter and Lily finally wrapped her own arms around his lower back, where she had noticed fewer scars, and buried her face in his bare chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of sleep and soap and cologne that all blended together flawlessly to create the smell of James Potter.

She could have sat there for hours and been completely at peace with the world. More than at peace, really. She would have been ecstatic, because as she breathed in that familiar scent and felt his strong, caring arms cradling her to him, Lily found herself feeling safe and at home, in spite of everything.

So she savored the feeling, writing it into the deepest corners of her memory, for she knew that all good things must end, and that hug was simply too good to be true. She assumed that it was James' way of letting her go and saying goodbye, and if that was the case, she was never going to forget the way he made her heart pound and ache in a way that no one else could. She never wanted to forget that moment.

"Lily, I –" he started, but a loud voice cut him off and caused them to jump apart.

"Oi! Prongs!" Sirius shouted, and Lily could hear him pushing bushes and trees aside as he searched for them. "Lily-flower! I hope you two haven't killed each other because we've got practice in… well, now!"

Lily had to laugh softly. "We're over here, Sirius! And we're both alive, thanks for the concern!"

"Anytime," he grinned as he appeared from behind the pear tree. "Now get your scrawny arse up to the house and get dressed so we can go."

"All right, all right," she said, sighing and putting her hands up in mock-defeat. "Give me ten minutes."


Remus jumped slightly when he heard a faint knock on the door, but set aside the book he had been reading and stood to answer it hesitantly. It couldn't be his mother, who had gone for tea at the neighbors only ten minutes before, but he could not imagine anyone else that would come to call at seven o'clock at night.

When he opened the door, however, Remus found that he was not surprised to see Vanessa, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and gratitude.

"You tried to talk to the Chief Warlock," she stated quietly, searching his face as though she had never seen it before.

Remus smiled sadly down at her, stepping back to allow her into the living room. "Tried being the operative word. He and his daughter wouldn't listen to a thing I said."

They just stood there, a few feet apart, and Remus wanted nothing more than to simply reach out and brush the flyaway strand of hair from her cheek. He was still unable to fathom why a girl so passionate and beautiful and amazing had chosen to stay with him, when he could not even love her the way she deserved.

"But, Rem," she told him, shaking her head a bit and causing that piece of hair to fall into her chocolate brown eyes. "You tried. For years you've been oppressed and beaten down until you finally just accepted the fact that this was going to be your fate. You thought that fighting it had never worked in the past, so why bother now? But look at you, Rem," she went on, smiling slighting as a proud look crossed her features. "Something changed you. Something gave you enough hope that you gave it a shot. And that in itself means everything to me."

"It was you," he said quietly, trying to convey everything he was feeling with words rather than actions. "You were that something. I guess I just never thought that someone would care enough to actually fight so hard against so much. You could leave. You could find someone else and be happy, but for some reason you choose to stay with me, even though you deserve so much more."

Vanessa sighed, crossing her arms as if to keep them from reaching out to him. "I love you, Remus. And that's not going to change just because some power hungry idiot tells me that I can't anymore, all right?"

Though he grew up knowing that once he reached seventeen, he would never be able to touch another woman, Remus had never realized just how incredibly hard it would be until that moment. Over the past few months, he found himself wanting nothing more than just to hold Vanessa's hand, touch her hair, anything. It was as though she had a part of him inside of her, and he had a part of her with him, and when he held her, kissed her, loved her, that was when they truly and completely connected.

A second knock at the door startled both of them, but Remus stepped in front of Vanessa to answer it, making sure to block her from view in case the person on the other side was a Death Eater or a Ministry official.

But to his surprise, he found himself looking at a witch of about twenty, with a wide square jaw and a determined look in her eyes. He had seen her before; she was the witch that had been speaking with the Umbridges that day at the café. She had left her job at the Ministry because of its corruption.

"Remus Lupin?" she asked, a note of excitement in her voice.

"Yes," he answered as Vanessa came to stand beside him.

The witch's eyes lit up at the sight of her. "And Vanessa Reese! I'm so glad both of you are here!"

"Amelia Bones?" Vanessa asked, a confused look on her face. "From the Wizengamot? What are you doing here?"

It was then that Remus noticed the stack of papers that Amelia was holding close to her, as though they were more precious than gold.

"Well," she began. "I'm not longer on the Wizengamot, or a part of the Ministry at all, actually."

Vanessa gasped, pushing the door back and marching out onto the patio. "But why? You were one of the only people who seemed to listen to me! I was hoping that you could… I don't know. I guess I thought maybe you could have some influence. Did they fire you because you stood up for me that day?"

"Not exactly," Amelia answered, a gleam in her grey-green eyes.

"Then why?" Vanessa repeated, and Remus found himself leaning forward slightly, interested to hear the full story behind her outburst at the café.

"You said it yourself, Vanessa," Amelia told them with a smile. "You asked Chief Warlock Umbridge, 'Wouldn't you rather lose your job and change the world than keep it and do nothing of value?' He may not have taken your words to heart, but I did." She held the papers out to Vanessa, who took them and began scanning through them, her brown eyes widening with each passing second.

"The Chief Warlock is not the only one who can make decisions," Amelia went on. "A law can be passed if it is signed by the majority of the Wizengamot and the Minister of Magic. Afterwards, it is irrefutable, unless the entire Court and the Minister himself agree to change it. I drafted your bill, giving werewolves the right to love, and a surprising number of the younger members of the Wizengamot were more than willing to sign it."

"And the Minister?" Vanessa asked softly, tearing her eyes away from the bill in her hands and looking almost pleadingly at Amelia.

She smiled. "He took a bit of persuasion, but I think he's found himself a bit put-out recently, as the Chief Warlock has gained more control. I think he saw it as a way to show that he still holds the power in the system, but he signed it nonetheless."

Remus could hardly believe his ears. For hundreds of years things had been the same. Werewolves had never had the right to love once they were of age. How could it change with a few simple signatures?

Amelia seemed to read his mind, for she smiled even wider at the two of them. "You came along at the right time, believe it or not. Chief Warlock Umbridge may be old and prejudiced, but there are many young witches and wizards in the court that were able to have open minds. I think your perseverance and the obvious love you have for each other convinced them that this could be a good thing."

He was staring at her in shock, he knew, and Vanessa's expression mirrored his own. After so long, they had actually changed the world.

"Thank you," Vanessa said, her voice barely more than a whisper as she clung to the parchment and clasped Amelia's hand. "Thank you so much."

Amelia winked. "I should be thanking you. You're the ones that actually gave me something to fight for." With a smile and a wave she turned around. "I'll leave you to it then."

And with a crack, she vanished, leaving Remus and Vanessa staring at each other in complete disbelief.

"Was she serious?" Remus asked, looking at the documents Vanessa still held.

The brunette nodded. "It's all here. It omits the old law and replaces it, and it's signed by everyone. It's even got the Minister's seal."

She reached out, slowly and carefully, and touched his cheek, causing a warmth such as he had never felt to spread through his entire body. It was as though in that one simple gesture, the world had been made completely right again. Everything had fallen perfectly back into place, and it was just the two of them, standing there together in a single moment of eternity.

When no Ministry officials broke down the door, when they finally realized that they were safe, and everything was real, Remus gently laid his own hand on top of hers, savoring every tiny point of contact between them.

"We did it," Vanessa whispered, shock and happiness lighting up her eyes and causing her whole body to tremble.

"You did it," Remus corrected with a smile, as he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with all his heart.


James and Lily are so close, I promise. It might not seem like it, but it's coming. And it's gonna be big. :D And no Greg this chapter, I know, but I thought Lily and James needed to work a few things out before he came back into the picture. Don't worry! You'll see lots of his ridiculously handsome face next chapter!

Okay, because I don't know if I'll ever go into depth with this in the story, I figured I should give you guys some background on Greg and his family:

His mother and father are Pureblood, but his mother is the one that cares about all the 'Magic Is Might' 'Pure is Perfection' nonsense, so she married Mr. Pearson for his blood and his money, plain and simple. Mr. Pearson, however, doesn't really care one way or the other. He loves his wife, and so he looks past all the bad stuff about her because of that (don't judge him for it; you can't help who you love). Now Greg, he fell for Stella, really and truly at first, and even through his mother was pushing the Pureblood stuff on him, Stella could have saved him from it. She didn't realize it, obviously, but Greg probably would have given up all of his Pureblood ideals to be with her. Then, she broke up with him. Don't get me wrong, he had his flaws before, like his uncontrollable hormones, but I don't think he used to be such a terrible guy. Stella just didn't love him, so she left, and he was heartbroken. Then, it turned to anger and he used Lily to try to win her back, but that, in return, only angered Stella and hurt Lily. And after Stella and Lily left him for good, he truly turned over to the Dark Side. So I know he's a jackass. But there's more to him than meets the eye.

And check out my profile for links to a new story banner made by the lovely Ashley (hpdreamer500 here, and !lifeisasong at TDA) and character posters for Sirius and Remus made by shmankingowner44.

OH! And Mogseltof wrote a wonderful oneshot about my characters/the canon characters set back in chapter 36! It's called Drought, and you should all go check it out!

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Love Always,
Kayla

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