FROM THIS DAY FORTH

FROM THIS DAY FORTH

Part 3

Chapter 11 - Romance

When everyone arrived back at Lily's apartment, there were several minutes of emotional reunion, mostly between Felicity, Kat and Sirius. But when Felicity finally finished her show of emotion, she turned business like.

"Amy, you've got to get back to the hospital," she told the child.

"Couldn't I just stay here?" Amy asked, reluctant to leave the cosy sitting room. Unlike James, Lily had taken time to make her apartment into a home from home, and consequently it was decorated to suit her tastes.

"I'd love to have you stay, Amy," Lily began, "but you must be tired, and you need to get your medicine. But I tell you what,"

"What?" Amy asked eagerly.

"When Flick says that you're well enough to leave the hospital for the weekend, I'll arrange for you and Kat to come here for a visit. Okay?"

"More than okay!" Kat said, happily. "That's great! Will we be able to see the animals at the zoo, and go to the museum, and swim again?" Kat had stayed with Lily before.

"It depends whether Amy wants to or not." Lily said. "But I'll send both of you an owl, and you can both tell me what you want to do, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out."

Whether it was the promise of mail, or the prospect of staying with Lily for the weekend, Amy was satisfied, and she and Felicity left for the hospital. Kat climbed on to Lily's lap, and drowsed, sleepily.

"When Flick gets back we'll send you off home to Mum and Dad." Lily said, brushing some stray curls out of Kat's eyes.

"Will Aunt Evie and Uncle Hugo be mad at me?" she asked, worriedly.

"Of course not, precious. They've been really worried about you, and they'll be so happy about seeing you that they wouldn't dream of telling you off."

"It wasn't my fault." the little girl yawned. "That man took us, and I told him he couldn't that it would upset Flick, but he wouldn't listen." she nodded her head violently, blue eyes flashing with indignation.

"I know it wasn't your fault darling." Lily soothed. "And Flick will be back soon, and then you can go home." And when Flick arrived that was exactly what happened. After hugging Lily and smiling at James, Sirius and Remus, Flick and Kat disappeared from sight, Flick disapparating them back to the house of Lily's parents. Before much time passed, Remus and Sirius also left, pleading fatigue, and James and Lily were left alone.

"And Thump thinks that you're the brains behind the outfit!" Lily scolded James as soon as their friends had left. "Really clever you are. So intelligent that you managed to get yourself a night in a cell." She paced the room, hands on hips, green eyes darkened in anger. But the anger wasn't directed at James, and he knew it. It was aimed at those that had left him, and Sirius, Kat and Amy in a freezing cold box for a night. So when she passed him, he caught her hand, and pulled her on to the sofa, next to him. Lily's eyes softened when he looked at her for a split second, before she glared at him tiredly.

"Look Lil," he began, ignoring the look she was giving him. "While we were waiting for you, I was thinking."

"You thought?" she said, astonished. "Where's my diary. I need to write this down. James Potter thought! The only thing you ever think about is playing jokes." but he knew she was teasing, and anything was better than a glare, even a joke at his expense.

"I'm serious Lily!" he exclaimed.

"Now I'm really scared!" she laughed. "Who are you and what have you done with the real James?"

"Well if you don't want to know..." he was offended.

"Of course I want to know. Unless it involves dungbombs. Then I'd rather not, unless someone is aiming at me, and if they are, I may never speak to you again!"

"Have you ever thought about getting married?" he asked earnestly.

"I thought you'd already proposed!" she said, waving her engagement ring under his nose.

"I'm not talking about that," he explained. "I'm talking about the actual marriage part. You know, the bit where you walk down the aisle looking like a meringue, and everyone tells you how lovely you look, but they're lying, because really you look like the fairy from the top of the Christmas tree. That sort of married."

"James, when I agreed to marry you it did cross my mind that I might be expected to wear a meringue for the day, so I have to say that yes, I've thought of getting married."

"When?" His next question stumped her.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Look, Lily. It's like this," he explained. "The only people who aren't tearing their hair out because we haven't set a date are us. Even Sirius keeps going on at me about finalising some details."

"Bless!" Lily smiled. "It's the softer side of Sirius that no one gets to see. I didn't know he had it in him."

"Well he does. So I wanted to know what you thought."

"James, I'm perfectly happy to marry you tomorrow, if that's what you want. But the point is this. We do what we want, not what other people want us to do. So if you want to discuss a date, then fine, we'll discuss it. Otherwise, don't bother. I don't care when or where. I'm only bothered about one thing, and that's that it's you that I marry rather than some poor guy from the street." James realised then that she wasn't going to make it easy for him. It was his decision.

"Why don't we think about a date? At least then we've got something settled." he hesitated, and then continued. "When we were caught, one of Voldie's guys held me at knife point. Dying doesn't bother me. But I didn't want to go before you and I were legally together."

"I was hoping that you'd stick around for a while after that." Lily smiled. "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Go ahead."

"I've always wanted a May wedding." she began. "And it's October now, so that gives us seven months to get things sorted. If I pick the month, then you can pick the date. Okay?"

"Fine. How about the last Saturday in May? That means that it'll be closer to eight months."

"You got yourself a deal." Lily offered him her hand, but James had other ideas. He seized it, and then kissed her. She smiled at him.

"I suggest you may want to sleep. Go home, rest, and come back in the morning....or afternoon. Okay?" he nodded, and made from the door. But before he left Lily had one last thing to say.

"Oh, and James?" he looked at her inquisitively.

"I don't plan on wearing a meringue."

Chapter 12 - Espionage

James was used to receiving unconventional mission statements, but this one was particularly so. He and Lily were required to take a trip to America, where they had jobs at the Department of International Relations. While holding down these jobs, they were required to spy on the Senator for Sorcery, who was suspected of having an allegiance to Voldemort.

"Espionage?" Lily looked at him, startled. "I thought we were supposed to go off and rescue people from a fate worse than death, not travel around the world spying on people!"

"Obviously they got the job description wrong." James told her.

"But I don't want to spy on people!" Lily exclaimed. "It's rude!"

"True," James agreed. "But it's even more rude to forcibly remove someone from their home and kill them. And that's basically what being a Death Eater is. And if we've got this mission, then I find it highly unlikely that the Senator for Sorcery isn't a Death Eater. So we basically have no choice."

"But-" Lily began, but James interrupted her.

"I know. We can refuse the mission. But do we really want to? He's a bad man, and we need to collect evidence to stop him helping 'his Royal Highness' to world domination."

"I see your point." Lily was resigned. "Okay, I'll do it. But I'm not happy."

"A fact that I'll report to Thump." James said, solemnly, blue eyes twinkling.

"Don't you dare!" Lily exclaimed. "If you tell him, he'll think I was scared, and I'll end up behind a desk in an unheard of department!"

They left for America the next day, and were quick to arrive at their accommodation, a house in rural Washington. The house was white washed and well furnished, and both James and Lily had to admit that it had a homey feel.

The next day they began their work. Lily sat down at the desk she had been assigned, and then did a double take. Sitting opposite to her was a girl of her own age with nut-brown hair and grey eyes.

"Emily Samuelson! It can't be!"

"Lily? What on earth are you doing here?"

"It's the department of International Relations. I'm relating to you on behalf of the Brits!"

"But this is fantastic! How're you? It's been what, four years?"

"You said it." Lily smiled. "You haven't aged though. Still the same Em. Flick's going to be so jealous."

"How is Felicity?"

"She's fine. She's a doctor now. She lives with us - her dad and step mum were murdered by Voldemort just after we finished our NEWT's. And Kat's all grown up, and such a cutie. How about you?"

"Dad was voted out of office a couple of years ago," Emily began, "since then, I've been dabbling in this and that. I've been working here for six months. Where's James?"

"How did you - Never mind. Do you want to meet up later?"

"Sure. Where do you live?" Lily gave Emily their address, and then set to work, smiling. Emily Samuelson had visited Hogwarts when she was in her final year. The daughter of the American Senator for Sorcery, her father had been in England on a business trip, and Emily had been a Hogwarts student for a term. She had known Felicity from the days when they both attended the School of Sorcery in America before Felicity had moved back to Great Britain. And unless Lily was mistaken, Emily was no more a member of the Department of International Relations than she herself was. Emily Samuelson was the contact that she and James had been told they'd meet.

The bell to the house rang at 7:30 that night, and James opened the door.

"Emily! Good to see you! Come on in!" Emily smiled at him, and entered the house.

"Well I wasn't expecting to see you guys!" she said happily. "Perhaps you Brits aren't as snotty as you're made out to be." she was joking, and Lily and James knew it.

"Well, to put matters in a nutshell, the vote against my father was fixed. Dad was running ahead of Richard Gordon in all the opinion polls, and I don't see how there could possibly be a reason other than corruption for the sudden change of heart." Emily's grey gaze hardened. "Well, I joined the American Auror Association as soon as I had finished school, so by the time Dad was ousted, I was fully trained. Well, I'm one of the few people that they haven't traced. Incidentally Lil, don't call me Emily when we're at work - there my name's Emma Johnson. They'd never let me near the Ministry if they knew who I really was. Too scared that I'd figure out what they really are, I bet. Anyway, I'm part of the Auror Underground. Those of us who know about the vote fixing want to stop it, so we applied to London for help. We figured we'd get it; they don't want him to be in charge any more than we do. I'll take you to meet the others tomorrow. Today, I'm supposed to give you your mission brief. What are your aliases?"

"Too numerous by far." James told her, grinning, glasses slipping down his nose. "For this particular outing? I'm John Pitley and Lily is Geraldine Jones." Lily pulled a face.

"I thought Lily was a bad name until I started working as an Auror, then they started giving me all sorts of wacky names, and I realised that mum and dad hadn't done so badly after all. Geraldine! Yuk!"

"I agree, Geri!" Emily smirked at her old friend. "Now, the basic plan is this. We need hard-core evidence that Richard Gordon is a Voldie supporter. The only way we're going to get this is to get him to confess. Which is where you two come in. You need to get in touch with the American Death Eaters, and join them. Then you'll meet Gordon, that's a cert. From what we know, he basically runs the movement over here. When you meet him, it's a simple case of recording what he says. Okay?"

"Simple." James said sarcastically. "One very small problem. Neither of us particularly wants to join the Death Eaters. We've seen what they do, and believe me, it's not pretty. I don't think either Lily or I are particularly keen on the idea of participating in that kind of jaunt."

"And," Lily added, "you still have the death penalty over here. If we're caught doing said acts of corruption and violence, what's the chance of us making it back to England. Minimal. And I would like to make it to my wedding."

"You're getting married? Who to? When?"

"Me." James told her. "In May."

"Ah! How sweet!" Emily gushed. Then she turned to business once more. "Point number one. You don't go on the violent rampages, and you'll be fine. Get Lily to pretend to be pregnant or something." Lily looked at her in shock. "What?" she asked, mildly. "And if you're caught, then we'll get you back to England somehow - as long as I'm invited to the wedding!"

"You've got yourself a deal."

Chapter 13 - The Auror Underground

After work the next day, Emily met Lily and James, and the three of them set off on the journey to the Auror Underground.

"Hi Geri, John!" Emily said, grinning wickedly. "Have you had a nice day?"

"Marvellous, thank you Emma," Lily replied, sarcastically. "Does any one here actually listen to what you have to say?"

"It's beaurocracy honey, that's how it works. You wait months for a hearing, and then you wait for ages more until a decision is made."

They turned a corner, and Emily grabbed Lily and James, apparating the three of them away from Washington. After a dizzying flight, the three of them arrived on a grassy plain.

"Where are we?" James asked curiously.

"Good old California." Emily replied. They came to a tree stump, and lazily she pointed her wand at it. The stump moved, and an opening was revealed. The three of them entered it.

"It's actually quite nice down here." Emily admitted. "You know," she began in wonder, "it's amazing what a little magic can do. This place is better than the official Auror residence by far. Anyway, I'm taking you to meet Harold first. He's the chief here."

They entered a door, labelled with a brass number one, and came face to face with a man of about seventy.

"Harold, these our friends from Britain."

"Thanks Emily. Lovely hair you've got there dear," he said to Lily, making her blush. "My Joyce used to have hair just like that...before they got her. Well, when they did, I vowed that I'd work against them, and no one can say I haven't stuck to my vow. How old are you?"

"Twenty one sir." Lily replied.

"Young. You all start so young nowadays. Why you'd want to be an Auror, I don't know."

"Personal reasons." James said tightly. Lily nodded agreement.

"He got your family?" Both shook their heads. They had been lucky. "So why fight him?"

"Because he's evil sir." James said. "And I'm not going to sit by while some arrogant prat tries to rule the world. He kills without need, innocent people, he doesn't seem to care whether they leave orphans, or bereaved parents. It's all one huge game for him. Him and his Death Eaters. They kill for sport. And I can't condone that."

Harold looked startled, and then he smiled and clapped.

"Nicely said Mr Potter. You're a lot like your mother. Idealistic, some might say, but full of goodness. Don't gape at me! I'm the one who organises all this stuff. Of course I know your names. Yours and Miss Trevallion's. And I'm guessing that the fate of Felicity Evans parents influenced your decision to join the industry."

"Actually sir," Lily began, "it was more a case of knowing what it's like to be helpless than anything else."

"Of course. You would be the Lily Trevallion that testified at Endommager's trial. Pity about that. I knew his parents. They were good people. I don't like to think about what they would do, knowing that their son was in Azkaban. But I'm digressing. I have it on good authority that you two are among the brightest of Britain's stars. Not from Horace Thump, I hasten to add. I don't know how he ended up as a higher up. He's a barmy old codger if ever there was one. Oh, you may laugh, Miss Trevallion," Lily had covered her mouth with her hand, to hide her giggles, "but it's true. He's never done any practical work. Anyway, I do have a mission for you two, and I have no doubt young Emily has informed you of it. I appreciate its risky work, but you have my word that neither of you will come to any harm. And if you feel you're in jeopardy, come here. We're more prepared than anyone knows, and you'll be safe. No one with any evil intent can get here. I developed the rebounding spell myself, and I have to say, it's incredibly effective."

"Thank you sir." James said, respectfully, although he couldn't help but smile. This man reminded him of Albus Dumbledore, only Harold seemed to be slightly more serious minded. Not that Dumbledore wasn't serious minded, he just hid his inner thoughts well.

"I'll call Emily, and she'll take you to see everyone." Harold told them, and within seconds Emily had appeared. She grinned at them as they left the room.

"What do you think then? He's a dear, bless him, but terribly eccentric. He knows my dad, they're school chums. I suppose that's why he let me join the Auror Underground."

"He reminded me of Dumbledore." Lily admitted. James nodded agreement. "But I can see where you're coming from. He does seem to be rather a love."

"We turn left here," Emily explained, as they came to a junction, "and then I'll introduce you to some of the others. We have all sorts, and I'm the youngest of the regulars. Only Lily's younger than me, so she's temporarily the baby of the group. Here we are!" she opened another non-descript door, and James surveyed the scene before him. The people in the room ranged in age from slightly older than him, to ancient, and they were relaxing, some indulging in conversation, others in chess.

"Guys, these are Lily Trevallion and James Potter. They're over from Britain." A man with eyes of a green that could rival Lily's own smiled at her.

"Seems all those stories we hear about how much better looking our chicks are is wrong!" he said. "Daniel Adams." He extended his hand. Lily took it, and smiled back.

"How long have you been working here, Daniel?"

"Couple of years." He shrugged. "Don't like Richard Gordon, he's a two faced- well, let's just say I don't think highly of him. I'd just finished my training when he was voted in, so I joined the underground. Since then I've been trying to get him out of office."

Lily sat down at a table and conversed with Daniel while James went with Emily to meet some of the others.

"Hi!" a girl with dark hair and olive skin said to him happily. "I'm Kimberly Russell. Most people call me Kim. I work on the law enforcement team. We make sure that innocent people aren't hurt when Gordon's goons go on the rampage." Her eyes darkened, so that they were almost black. "Sometimes we're too late."

"I know the feeling," James sympathised. "Lil's best friend's an orphan. Voldemort murdered her parents. Now it's just Flick and Kat left."

"You remember Flick Evans, don't you Kim?" Emily asked. "Brunette, pretty, practical joker. She left after fourth year for Hogwarts." Emily turned to James. "Kim was Head Girl. Flick used to drive her nuts."

"That Flick! I pity you if you were at school with her." Kim said, in heartfelt tones. "I feel sorry for her though. Wasn't her father going out with Margaret Jones?"

"They got married." James explained. "And Flick's sister, Katherine was born. She was only eleven months old when Voldemort got them."

"Poor kid." Kim said, brown eyes filling with tears. "I know what it's like growing up without parents." James was about to reply, but the sound of a resounding slap cut of his words. There was sudden silence when everyone turned to see what had happened. Lily was standing nursing a red cheek, while a girl with platinum blonde hair and a face caked with make up pouted at her.

"Don't think you can get away with it you stupid fool. He's my boyfriend. I've seen you making moves on him. No one crosses me. I'm warning you."

"Poor man if he's going out with someone like you." James winced on hearing his girlfriend's icy tones. Lily was an incredibly warm person, but when roused she could become an ice queen. He knew it was only years of practice that prevented her from attacking her attacker. "And for your information, I have a perfectly good boyfriend of my own, I don't need your cast offs." And with that she turned her back on the girl and returned to her conversation with Daniel.

"That's Cynthia Rutherford. She'd be a good Auror if she weren't so tarty, and didn't go after all the male Aurors we have. Poor Daniel is no more enamoured with her than he is with his mother, but she's decided they're an item, and nothing he can says will stop her." Emily told James.

The evening that followed was uneventful, save for the evil looks that Cynthia shot at Lily. Lily ignored them, and when she and James left later, both agreed that the Auror Underground was all right, if a bit insane.

Chapter 14 – Result

"Why do I think this is a really stupid idea?" Lily asked James as she concealed the invisible flashless camera in her black robes, and propped a mask on her forehead. "More to the point, why do they insist on wearing this ridiculous face-mask? It's not like we don't know who they are. Is it just to intimidate people, because if it is, they really need to get out more."

"Lil, they need to get out more, full stop. They support Voldemort and have nothing better to do than terrorise unsuspecting targets."

After a month in America, Lily and James were ready to act. They had infiltrated the Death Eater Movement. It was difficult not to interfere, but they weren't there to arrest the American Death Eater's – that was the American Auror's job. They just needed enough evidence to incriminate Richard Gordon. And it wasn't going to be hard to get it. The man was keen to attend the next meeting, and Lily's job was to get photographs of him with the Death Eaters. James, being the more ambitious, had gone for the more recording him admitting that he supported the Death Eaters. Although, as Lily pointed out, it wasn't like Gordon was making a big secret of it.

"Come on James!" Lily exclaimed, looking at her watch, "we'll be late!"

"And that would be tragic." James intoned, tongue in cheek.

"Absolutely devastating." Lily agreed in the same tone, then grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the house. Old habits die hard and it was ten minutes into the journey when James said;

"Why don't we just disapparate?"

"Because that's too simple, and I forgot." Lily told him sweetly. "But since you mention it, we could give it a go." So the two of them disappeared, and ended up in a rather dark and dreary room nursing glasses of champagne.

"Great decorations." Lily said to the Death Eater on her right.

"Wilsak spent all afternoon doing them," he informed her.

"Lucky old Wilsak," James murmured in Lily's ear. She promptly choked in an effort to disguise her giggles.

Before either of them could speak again, the Senator for Sorcery appeared, and silence fell on the room. He began to speak,

"My fellow Death Eaters," he began, and Lily zoomed in of him using the invisible flashless camera, "we are here to help our Lord and Master to achieve his goal of world domination. We have the power to make that goal realistic. Please, raise your glasses to Lord Voldemort." Lily looked at James in shock as Voldemort appeared. James moved his head slightly, nodding towards the door. As Voldemort spoke, the two of them edged their way to the edge of the crowd of Death Eaters in the hope of escaping before they were compromised.

"…Even as I speak there are people who wish to undermine me," Voldemort's harsh voice intoned, "but we will succeed. I am the heir of Slytherin, the most powerful of the Hogwarts four. Arguably the most powerful wizard ever to grace the earth. Fools like Albus Dumbledore and Joseph Samuelson don't stand a chance. We will fight and we shall win. Use whatever force you feel is necessary, and if you face death, remember it is for your cause…" Lily and James didn't wait to hear more. They disapparated.

The news threw those at the Auror underground. Voldemort's presence had not been anticipated.

"Have you got any photos Lil?" Emily asked, worried.

"A whole film," Lily informed her. "Richard Gordon is going to be just another Death Eater when the public gets hold of these."

"What about you, James. Have you got any audio?"

"The whole thing. You lot were all going on about how dangerous it would be! It was easy. Press record when he started, and let the tape run. Which means we probably have what Lil and I heard of Voldemort's speech on tape to. But never mind."

"That, James, my dear," Emily said to him, "makes the evidence so much more incriminating. Get your media to Michelle in room 14, and she'll sort it into a report. Then, then we wait."

And wait they did. By the end of the week, the news was circulating the wizarding world. In hushed tones the magical community of America discussed how they had no idea that Richard Gordon was a backstabber. And in high places there were demands for impeachment. Demands that the Supreme Court of Wizardry were only too happy to grant. By the time Lily and James had to leave the USA, Joseph Samuelson was back in charge. Their mission achieved, it was time to go home.

Chapter 15 - Proposal

Lily and James arrived back in England to find their friends in good health, and their in trays overflowing.

One day in early February Sirius and Felicity were out in the English countryside together. Considering that neither of them were given to soppiness, as a couple they had their incredibly romantic moments. Their relationship was full of fireworks. One day they were best friends, the next neither of them could do anything right.

Flick was leaning against Sirius contentedly, surveying the scene in front of her.

"Most people wait for summer before going on picnics." she commented.

"Most people aren't us." Sirius replied. "Does it really matter what the weather's like when someone invented a perfectly good charm to keep you at a comfortable temperature."

"Don't you ever worry about using magic too much?" Felicity asked. "I mean, people like Lil's mum and dad manage fine without it. And Lily still does things the muggle way."

"It probably has something to do with habit. For instance Lily actually cooks, while some witches just mutter spells. Lily cooks 'properly' as she puts it, because that's the way she was taught to. How about you?"

"I wasn't taught to." Flick laughed. "I sort of picked up tips along the way. Aunt Evie taught me to bake though. So I suppose I bake the muggle way, and cook out of a magic cookbook."

"Right." Sirius looked confused. Then he brightened. "Flick. Will you marry me?"

"Sorry, I must have drifted off then." Flick apologised. "I thought I heard you propose."

"I did."

"You did what?"

"I asked you to be my wife?"

"You're not particularly romantic are you?" Flick said.

"It depends." Sirius informed her. "Why?"

"I tell you what." Felicity smiled. "I'll marry you if you propose properly."

"How properly do you mean."

"I don't believe this." Flick raised her eyes to the heavens. "First of all, I stand up, and you get down on one knee." Sirius did as he was bidden.

"Right. Now you say something along the lines of Felicity Elizabeth Evans, would you do me the honour of being my wife?'"

"Felicity Elizabeth Evans, would you do me the honour of being my wife?" Sirius repeated.

"I'd be delighted." Flick said, happily. "Not exactly a conventional proposal, but then we're not conventional, are we?"

"Not exactly." They kissed, before Flick began to talk, worriedly.

"You do realise that if you get me, you get Kat too, don't you?"
"I think I can cope with that." Sirius smiled at her. "She'll be the best mischief maker Hogwarts has ever seen, with the exceptions of moi et mon partener in crime, James!" He spoke the last with a French accent.

"Heaven help us all! If you corrupt my sister, I'll have to divorce you!" Flick laughed.

"You're planning a divorce!" Sirius exclaimed. "We're not even married yet!"

"I'm not planning anything just yet." Flick informed him.

"I love you." Sirius said, suddenly. Flick looked at him, and smiled. Those three words from Sirius meant much more to her than she'd ever admit.

"I love you too." she replied. "And we're going to have the best wedding!"

"Don't let Lily hear you say that." Sirius smirked. "Or she might never speak to you again."

"Hers will be equally great, but in a different way. Lil's got different taste."

"Well I wasn't planning on anything identical."

"I'm so glad, because if you were James, I might change my mind, and Lily may kill you for marrying the wrong woman. And I don't think James would be too impressed if I were Lily."

"I doubt it highly." Sirius said.

The two of them sat on their rug, in silence, contemplating the future they had just agreed on.

"Do you like children?" Flick asked, suddenly, breaking the calm.

"Do I like children?" Sirius echoed. "As long as they go home at the end of the day, they're great." he said. Flick looked at him searchingly, and then she was silent. "Why?"

"I just wondered if you wanted any."

"Dozens." Sirius teased. "One for each month of the year. Then I can call them January and February and March and April and-"

"I get the picture." Felicity said, wryly. She smiled, and then went back to her daydream. The idea of spending the rest of her life with Sirius definitely appealed to her.