Journey to Love - Lily & James, Chapter 8

Well well...how long has it been? A year since the last time I posted a fic on ffn.net? Well people...I'm BACK!!! To stay? I dunno. But I've been writing up some fics like crazy, so stay tuned!! Most of you have probably forgotten the storyline, but read it!!! Please??? It's very very unique. I know that each individual chapter is really short but still...

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James Potter kicked a pebble across his garden. His eyes circled the rows of potted plants, taking in the colors, the fresh green grass, and...the gnomes. Sighing heavily, he trudged over to the gnome, picked it up by its feet, and spun it crazily into the hedge. He sank into the grass suddenly, devoid of all energy and spirit. His mind was on Lily. He spoke softly to himself. "Dad said to go get her. Just like he went and got mom. But how? Where do I start? How do I start? Lily's getting engaged."

Behind him, Mr. Potter listened to his son's voice with a sinking heart. Already James was losing hope. Mr. Potter knew the feeling. It was as though this treasure, this beautiful, priceless treasure was right in front of his eyes. And in a flash, someone came and snatched it away. Mr. Potter sighed inwardly. Life was never easy. But he couldn't have James giving up, could he? With a slight quiver in his voice, he spoke.

"She's not engaged yet, James," he said. James spun around on the grass, and looked at his father dejectedly. "James," said Mr. Potter, sitting down beside his son. "You have to go find her, James. You love her. Are you going to let her go like this? Mooning around won't help, James. Will it?"

"But where do I start, Pops?" James asked, flopping down on the grass.

"Go find her, James. Go find her," came the answer.

Prongs stood up.

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Meanwhile, Lily was perched delicately on an uncomfortable upholstered chair at the Cookes' place. Conversation flitted around her, but she wasn't listening. She had James on her mind. Would they ever meet again? Almost unconsciously, she whispered to herself, "Maybe."

Next to her, David Cooke turned his face. "Did you say something, Lily?" he asked, unfazingly polite. She shook her head, trying to concentrate on her lunch. David Cooke was too...attentive. It was obvious that he had totally fallen for her. She felt a pang of guilt that she wasn't paying enough attention to him, her fiancé to be, but then, it wasn't SHE who had wanted to be here anyway. It was all her Dad's fault. Oh Dad, she thought sadly. Why don't you ever understand me?

As if he had heard what she was thinking, her dad spoke. "So Lily, what do you think?" Lily winced internally. "Huh?" she said. Then, realizing she had sounded very undignified, she corrected herself. "I didn't catch what you were saying, Daddy." Mr. Evans smiled and said, "What do you think of the picnic plans, honey? Tomorrow, remember?"

With a start, Lily realized that she had almost forgotten the plans. She and David were supposed to go on a picnic in Hershey's Woods tomorrow. Personally, she would've preferred anything to being alone with David, but what could she do? Nothing was working out the way she wanted it to.

I'm stuck, she realized. James, where are you?

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James walked over uncomfortably to the Muggle store in front of him. Honestly, he thought. The things these muggles dream up. He stood against the counter, holding a fistful of muggle money in front of him. It was paper money. Weird. A tall, ambling fellow strode up to the counter. "How may I help you?" he asked, sounding very bored.

"Could I buy a ditory, please?" James asked, tentatively. The man snorted. "A what?" he asked.

"A ditory," James repeated, confused. "The book where people's addresses are listed." The man in front of him laughed. "A di-REC-tory, you mean? Sure, here you go." He plopped a huge yellow book onto the counter. James gulped. Now came the hard part: the money.

"And how much will this be?" he asked. "Three pounds thirty-three pence," he said, chomping on his gum. Gum. Another strange concept. James handed over a fistful of money and took the book in her hands. Time to track down Lily.

Ten minutes later, in the comfort of a shady tree, he ran his finger down the 'E' in the ditory. Di-REC-tory, apparently. "Evans, Evans," he murmured. At last he found Mr. Evan's name in minute letters. 'Harold Evans', the name said. '150 Stonehenge Drive'. Bingo. Lily, here I come.

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Yeah I know that was a little short, but I'm still thinking about what happens next. I'll post up the next part soon, I promise!!! Some notes:

- There will be no sequel to "Something Just Happens". Sorry, but I think I should just stop, it's carried on long enough. But I will be writing an epilogue, so stay tuned.

- I'm not sure if I should continue in case no one reads this fic...so if you want me to continue, review please??? Thanks!!!

Luv,

Green Eyes