The Lily
By: Shallan
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Chapter Five: The Wedding
Lily was standing in the middle of her bedroom staring at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a frilly pink bridesmaid dress covered with lace and bows. If this were anyone but me, I would be laughing hysterically.
"Mum!" She called.
"Yes, sweetheart," Lily's mother bustled into the room. Rois Evans had the same red hair, creamy skin tone and sparkling green eyes.
"Do I have to wear this," she asked, a mortified expression on her face.
Lily saw Rois' lips twitch. "Well, as a bridesmaid, you do. All the other girls are wearing dresses just like yours." Her eyes danced with laughter.
"You know, for a winter theme, the wedding isn't very wintery."
Rois smiled as she walked to her daughter's doorway. "Try to make the best of it, dear."
"Pink," Lily muttered with disgust.
She turned as she heard tapping on her window. In horror, she saw James hovering on a broomstick.
Opening the window, she said, "What are you doing here?"
Lily saw shock pass across his face as he got a look at her.
"What are you wearing," he asked, incredulously.
"It's the bridesmaid dress Petunia picked out," Lily snapped in annoyance.
"Well, look at it this way, it could be worse."
"How?"
"Sirius could be here with a camera."
Unnoticed by Lily and James, her bedroom door had opened. "Mom! Lily has a boy in her bedroom!"
Groaning, Lily turned around to see Petunia watching her in triumph.
A voice drifted down the hall, "That's impossible, Petunia, I was just in her room and…" Rois trailed off as she saw James standing next to Lily.
Before anyone could say a word, James stepped in. "James Potter, at your service, madam." He took Rois' hand and bowed over it, brushing his lips across the back.
Straightening, he saw Lily's mother smile at him.
"But how did you get in her room? I didn't hear the doorbell."
"I flew," he said simply.
Rois stared at him.
"I flew on my broomstick. I saw your lovely daughter in the window. She let me in."
"Couldn't you have waited until she got back to Hogwarts?"
"I'm afraid not," he replied, gazing lovingly at Lily, "I simply couldn't bear to be apart from her another minute."
Petunia made a disgusted sound and stalked out of the room.
Rois studied James consideringly. "Why don't you stay for the wedding? I'm sure I could find you something to wear."
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Lily heard a snicker behind her. Taking a deep breath, she turned her head to look at James. He smiled innocently at her. Frowning slightly she turned back to stare dully at the gaudy pink flowers Petunia had chosen.
Through her stupor, Lily vaguely heard, "You may kiss the bride." She regretted turning her gaze to Petunia and Vernon. Averting her eyes, she saw James beside her, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
Eyeing him suspiciously, she said, "Remember, you're not to pull any pranks. As a matter of fact, maybe you should leave."
Looking wounded, James put a hand to his heart. "Lily! Would I do anything to ruin your sister's wedding?"
"Yes."
"Why Lily, I am hurt that you have so little faith in me."
She just gave him a look.
Sighing wearily, James put an arm around her. "Let's dance, then."