Lily vs. Willow … Who Will Win the James?
A/N: First, I would like to apologize for my last chapter to Sapphire Dreams, thistlemeg, Time Twins, a girl who is in love with… and Myxie. I am updating this fanfic first because I made a huge mistake on my last chapter, and because it got the most reviews. First of all … I apologize for putting Lily Potter down on my last chapter. It was a complete and utter accident, and slip of the hand … I don't know what got into me. I assure you, I meant Lily Evans.
Second, for Waxwing, I have all four books, but even though I've read and reread them all like fifteen times, I have not yet found a clear description of Lily, though I've tried searching again and again. I apologize if my description of her is wrong, however.
Third, for Waxwing again, I apologize about the Molly/Arthur being older than James/Lily. The truth of the matter is, I had totally forgotten about that, and I sincerely apologize.
Fourth, and last, for Waxwing, I did not know of Ms. Rowling's interview, but I guess I'm lucky I used Evans (most of the time anyways)
Once again, sorry for all of the writers I offended with my mistake last chapter. My beta-reader is usually my cousin, but I suddenly had this urge to post up all of the fanfics I had been working on, so I didn't get her to edit it. Sorry.
Oh, and the font might have been weird, 'cause I accidentally made a mistake when I posted it up, and I changed it to something else and the whole thing appeared in symbols, or something similar, and I was relieved when I finally changed it back to normal font.
Lily awoke to a dizzy sensation, and it was a while before she could orient herself enough to realize that she was in the Hospital Wing. She cast a gaze around the room, and her eyes fell on a very fatigued and black and blue Willow.
At first, she had no clue why she or Willow was there but after a while, her memory surged back. She winced. The memory of the battle was fresh. She had won of course, but … the price was great. She looked once more at Willow, whose eyes were bound with bandages.
At this moment, Madam Pomfrey entered. Her face was serious, and Lily gulped. She walked over and noted that her patient was awake.
"How is it?" Lily asked in a small voice.
Madam Pomfrey looked at her. She finally spoke. "I was able to heal all of your broken bones, but your nervous system was trickier. You might be able to walk properly in a couple of years … you might not. As for Willow, she's permanently blind and disfigured."
Lily closed her eyes, and a tear leaked out. She hadn't meant for it to go that far. She remembered how it had happened …
Willow had shot out a particular lethal spell at her, which she just barely managed to deflect around her face. Unfortunately, part of it bounced off to her hips, which now meant possible permanent paralysis, and part of the blast had deflected into Willow's eyes, because she wasn't prepared.
Madam Pomfrey gave her patient a tonic, before leaving. "Is there anything else you wanted?" she asked, just before stepping out of the door.
Lily meekly shook her head. She watched the door sadly as Madam Pomfrey left. Suddenly, James's head, Sirius's head, Peter's head, and Remus's head appeared in front of her eyes. She blinked twice, doubting her vision, before opening her mouth to scream, stopped only by the charm Sirius had cast on her. She scowled.
"What are you four doing here and how did you get here?" she hissed.
Sirius smiled sweetly and said airily, "Oh, you have no idea how much people don't pay attention to you when you've got an Invisibility Cloak on."
Lily smiled, impressed. "You have an Invisibility Cloak? Impressive. But that still doesn't explain what you're doing here." She glared again for good measure.
"We wanted to see how you were doing," Remus explained.
James coughed. "Actually, ~I~ wanted to see how you were doing. ~They~ insisted on tagging along, even though the Invisibility Cloak belongs to ~me~ and ~I~ am your boyfriend."
There was a silence.
Lily glared. "Since when were you my boyfriend?" she asked icily.
James gulped. "It was a slip of the tongue," he lied glibly.
"So, even though we went to the Christmas Ball together, and I fought a duel for you, and I probably will never walk again, we still don't count as going out?" she asked in that low deadly voice that females always used when they were so mad, they couldn't even scream.
James glanced nervously at his friends, whom were all backing away, holding up their hands. "You're the one that got yourself in trouble. Don't look to us," Peter stated vehemently, the others echoing his sentiments.
James gulped. "I didn't mean it that way. I just thought that since you've never been asked out before, you would …" he trailed off at the menacing glare Lily gave him.
Sirius dryly noted, "Maybe you should just keep your mouth shut and worry about your life now, and your relationship later."
"Good point," he gulped. Suddenly, he remembered something. "You can never walk again?"
Lily shrunk back down to her normal size. "Maybe I'm exaggerating a little," she admitted. "Madam Pomfrey says I'll probably regain use of them in a couple of years." Her voice was small.
"Probably?" James asked gently. "Couple of years?"
Lily smiled weakly. "It's okay."
The two stared at each other for a moment, before James smiled at his now-official girlfriend. His head dipped down for a sweet, somewhat chaste, kiss (seeing as they were in front of the other Marauders and all) before waving whispering, "Good night" and leaving.
As he strode out the door sharing his Invisibility Cloak with the other Marauders and ignoring their jibes, he paused one last night to look at his girlfriend, before gently closing the door.
~*~
When Lily woke up again, it was in the morning. No potions were fogging up her mind, and she analyzed everything with a new lucidity. Last night, it had been well and good, but she had just been a little bit tipsy from the painkilling potions. Today, she was faced with what happened like a slap in the face.
Her eyes drifted over to the blind, disfigured Willow. She was still sleeping, but she was tossing and turning, as if in pain.
Then, Lily's eyes turned to her paralyzed legs, and she almost broke down before reminding herself that they would probably get better soon. As she gazed around her, Willow sat up. Lily visibly winced.
At this moment, Madam Pomfrey came in. She looked around her for a moment, before nodding, and bringing out the food they were to eat.
"What's wrong?" Willow's voice asked suddenly. "Why are there bandages on my eyes?"
Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "Don't you remember the conversation we had last night? If you don't, it's all right. Trauma and shock can do that to you, as well as the particularly nasty blast you received."
Willow's usually perfect complexion paled. Her hand reached up to touch her scar, and then her bandaged eyes. Then, before Madam Pomfrey could stop her, she ripped off the bandages. She just stared ahead blankly for a couple of seconds, and Lily hoped with all her heart that by some miracle, she had regained her eyesight, when she screamed with terror. It was the terror of realizing her future, of realizing that she would never see again.
Lily turned her face away and wept as Willow did. Tears streamed down her cheek, as she fully realized that she, who had never before harmed a fly, had just taken away Willow Rowan's eyesight.
~*~
After a period of time, Lily found something akin to "inner peace." Her parents had come to see her, to make sure she was all right. Petunia, of course, had vouched to stay with her fiancé, Vernon Dursley. They had resolved certain issues, and Lily now had something similar to a wheelchair, but powered by magic, that took her around.
The school had officially banned Wizard Duels. After this particular vicious one with injuries impossible to injure, Hogwarts no longer had the Wizard Duels it used to be famous. Soon, Wizard Duels faded into a legend; something you knew took place, but was no longer real to you, much like the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
She never got to truly apologize to Willow. After her blindness had struck her, her parents had taken her away. It was then Lily learned that Willow's parents were actually Death Eaters, part of the horrible gang that was beginning to terrify the world.
Her relation with James Potter had grown. They had become very close, and were very seriously considering more than dating steadily. She had found an emotion in her heart that she believed to be love. She hoped with all her might that it was. She had heard all about love, and did not want it to be a mistake.
But there was small thing that did not make her life perfect. All though Sixth Year was over, and she was returning home, she still had no even recovered some use of her legs yet. She couldn't even move her little toe, much less do anything close to walking. She was prepared to spend the rest of her life as a cripple.
Lily Evans brushed out her chestnut brown hair. (I don't care if she actually has red hair … I like her better with brown hair.) Her green-blue eyes were thoughtful as they looked out beneath sooty lashes. Being confined to a wheelchair had changed her. She still exercised constantly so her legs wouldn't wither away into nothing like some of the legs of Muggle people in wheelchairs, but she had already given up the notion of walking.
In fact, she had learned to accept being paralyzed to some degree. She still yearned to walk and use her legs again, but her magical wheelchair, though it didn't have some of the handier capabilities of a technological one, was bewitched to go as narrow as possible when she needed to go between things, and to go smoothly over gravel roads, etc. She smiled. It was really all thanks to Molly, who had convinced her boyfriend to build the wheelchair.
In fact, the only real inconvenience about the magical wheelchair was that whenever Petunia and she got into shouting matches, Petunia had a new, effective insult to yell.
Suddenly, a tawny owl named Polgara, from her favorite books by David Eddings, (so what if it wasn't published back then) fluttered in with a letter. She absent-mindedly reached out for it, and read it. What she read found her in shock.
Lily,
I know that you were friends with Regina Jorkins, and that you don't get the Daily Prophet, so I thought you might like to know …Death Eaters killed her yesterday. She was home alone, since Bertha was out gathering gossip, and the Death Eaters attacked. When they found only her there, they … they killed her.
Can you believe that Severus is actually planning to hunt them up and kill them with his bare hands? According to Sirius, who is (yuck) Severus's step-cousin, several times removed, Severus is very close to Apparating there … even though he doesn't know how to Apparate yet.
If you want, I'm sure your parents will allow you to go the funeral on Saturday. Don't cry to hard.
Your love,
1 James
Lily gasped with pain. Regina? Sweet as cinnamon Regina was dead? Her mind reeling with shock, she unconsciously stood up, and ran to her draw, scrawled a note, sent it with Polgara, and ran to her bed, before crying. She had not cried so severely since the night after the duel.
She turned her head. Her mother and father had entered the room. They were shocked. Lily had regained the use of her legs.
Lily turned away. ~At what cost? I can walk again … but Regina will never live again~
"Is something wrong, dear?" Mrs. Evans asked softly.
Lily looked up. "May I have permission to go to Hogwarts on Saturday?" she asked in a soft voice. "The Death Eaters … they got Regina."
Shooing her husband out of the room, Mrs. Evans sat down with her child, and let her cry it out.
~*~
"Don't worry Regina. I shall take revenge on the Death Eaters for you, my love. I was once one of them, but now, I shall risk my life so they may die. I love you, Regina. I really do. And because of you, I'm going to risk my life every single day so the Aurors can catch the Death Eaters so they can never kill again. Don't worry, my love. I will take revenge for you."
~*~
Lily Evans smiled sadly around her. She would be graduating from Seventh Year soon. She had regained her ability to walk, and now, life was almost back to normal for her. Regina's death still lingered in the air. Bertha had become particularly vicious with her gossip lately, taking out her frustrations on other people. Severus had just closed up … no one knew why.
She looked at the small ring on her finger. Although she was only 17, James had proposed to her. Of course, it had startled her, but then, he had graduated from Hogwarts last year, and with all his Auror work, he undoubtedly had enough money to buy the engagement ring. (Just a thought … I think it's sweeter if James is one year older than her.)
She surveyed her rooms one last time. "I'll miss you, Hogwarts," she whispered. "Some of my best … and worst years were spent here."
Suddenly, Polgara flew in through the doorway. Tied to her leg was a small message.
"Who's this from, Polgara?" Lily asked absent-mindedly. "Hmm? The Paris School of Seers and Seeresses?" Out of her hands, slipped a small envelope.
Lily:
I don't know if you remember me, but its Willow. First, I know that what happened in Sixth Year wasn't your fault. If anything, it was mine. I would like to thank you for taking away my eyesight, however strange that might sound. I have recently discovered that I have the seers' ability. I can foretell the future.
Without you, I would never have known, you know. You've probably heard by now that my parents were Death Eaters. Well, after I quit Hogwarts, I ran away. Did you know that before the Duel, they had been planning on ~sacrificing~ me to the Dark Lord … for his own personal plaything. So if you hadn't disfigured me, who knows what life I would be living?
Anyways, I'm writing you because I had a vision about you. I know you still feel guilty … don't. You did me a favor, and it was in self- defense. As for your future … I congratulate on you with James. Yours won't be an easy future, but it's a happy one following true love. You are a special lady, Lily.
Yours truly,
2 Seeress Weeping Willow (Its my official nickname as a seer now, corny as it may seem)
Lily smiled. Life was good.
~*~
"Sweet little Harry," Lily murmured at her young son, who had just emerged from her body.
"Harry?" James asked, raising his eyebrow. "I thought we had agreed on Lilac if he was a girl and Jimmy if he was a boy."
Lily glared at her husband. "I was the one who had to undergo 12 hours of pain so I get to name him," she said in that low, deadly voice he had known to fear. "The baby's name is Harry."
"Harry it is. Harry it is," James gulped nervously.
"I love you," Lily murmured.
"I love you, too," James answered.
Meanwhile, in the background, as usual, Remus and Sirius were snickering. Lately, Peter had tended towards sickness, and couldn't accompany them on their late-night ventures with Remus anymore. Of course, after the marriage, James had told Lily Remus's secret (with his permission) after being accused of adultery when sneaking off to him for the sixth full moon in a row.
"He'll never learn," Remus said, mock-sadly.
"Yes," Sirius pretended to sigh. "He'll be bullied by Lily for the rest of his life."
Neither noticed the meaningful glares from Lily and James before it was too late.
The End.
This ends MY story of how Lily and James got together … with very incorrect information. Review or flame me if you wish. Just remember … if you say you hate, you must say why. ~Sighs blissfully~ Doing Lily/James fics has one advantage. I can't make them out-of-character, because you don't know what their characters are! ~Dances around with glee~
A/N: First, I would like to apologize for my last chapter to Sapphire Dreams, thistlemeg, Time Twins, a girl who is in love with… and Myxie. I am updating this fanfic first because I made a huge mistake on my last chapter, and because it got the most reviews. First of all … I apologize for putting Lily Potter down on my last chapter. It was a complete and utter accident, and slip of the hand … I don't know what got into me. I assure you, I meant Lily Evans.
Second, for Waxwing, I have all four books, but even though I've read and reread them all like fifteen times, I have not yet found a clear description of Lily, though I've tried searching again and again. I apologize if my description of her is wrong, however.
Third, for Waxwing again, I apologize about the Molly/Arthur being older than James/Lily. The truth of the matter is, I had totally forgotten about that, and I sincerely apologize.
Fourth, and last, for Waxwing, I did not know of Ms. Rowling's interview, but I guess I'm lucky I used Evans (most of the time anyways)
Once again, sorry for all of the writers I offended with my mistake last chapter. My beta-reader is usually my cousin, but I suddenly had this urge to post up all of the fanfics I had been working on, so I didn't get her to edit it. Sorry.
Oh, and the font might have been weird, 'cause I accidentally made a mistake when I posted it up, and I changed it to something else and the whole thing appeared in symbols, or something similar, and I was relieved when I finally changed it back to normal font.
Lily awoke to a dizzy sensation, and it was a while before she could orient herself enough to realize that she was in the Hospital Wing. She cast a gaze around the room, and her eyes fell on a very fatigued and black and blue Willow.
At first, she had no clue why she or Willow was there but after a while, her memory surged back. She winced. The memory of the battle was fresh. She had won of course, but … the price was great. She looked once more at Willow, whose eyes were bound with bandages.
At this moment, Madam Pomfrey entered. Her face was serious, and Lily gulped. She walked over and noted that her patient was awake.
"How is it?" Lily asked in a small voice.
Madam Pomfrey looked at her. She finally spoke. "I was able to heal all of your broken bones, but your nervous system was trickier. You might be able to walk properly in a couple of years … you might not. As for Willow, she's permanently blind and disfigured."
Lily closed her eyes, and a tear leaked out. She hadn't meant for it to go that far. She remembered how it had happened …
Willow had shot out a particular lethal spell at her, which she just barely managed to deflect around her face. Unfortunately, part of it bounced off to her hips, which now meant possible permanent paralysis, and part of the blast had deflected into Willow's eyes, because she wasn't prepared.
Madam Pomfrey gave her patient a tonic, before leaving. "Is there anything else you wanted?" she asked, just before stepping out of the door.
Lily meekly shook her head. She watched the door sadly as Madam Pomfrey left. Suddenly, James's head, Sirius's head, Peter's head, and Remus's head appeared in front of her eyes. She blinked twice, doubting her vision, before opening her mouth to scream, stopped only by the charm Sirius had cast on her. She scowled.
"What are you four doing here and how did you get here?" she hissed.
Sirius smiled sweetly and said airily, "Oh, you have no idea how much people don't pay attention to you when you've got an Invisibility Cloak on."
Lily smiled, impressed. "You have an Invisibility Cloak? Impressive. But that still doesn't explain what you're doing here." She glared again for good measure.
"We wanted to see how you were doing," Remus explained.
James coughed. "Actually, ~I~ wanted to see how you were doing. ~They~ insisted on tagging along, even though the Invisibility Cloak belongs to ~me~ and ~I~ am your boyfriend."
There was a silence.
Lily glared. "Since when were you my boyfriend?" she asked icily.
James gulped. "It was a slip of the tongue," he lied glibly.
"So, even though we went to the Christmas Ball together, and I fought a duel for you, and I probably will never walk again, we still don't count as going out?" she asked in that low deadly voice that females always used when they were so mad, they couldn't even scream.
James glanced nervously at his friends, whom were all backing away, holding up their hands. "You're the one that got yourself in trouble. Don't look to us," Peter stated vehemently, the others echoing his sentiments.
James gulped. "I didn't mean it that way. I just thought that since you've never been asked out before, you would …" he trailed off at the menacing glare Lily gave him.
Sirius dryly noted, "Maybe you should just keep your mouth shut and worry about your life now, and your relationship later."
"Good point," he gulped. Suddenly, he remembered something. "You can never walk again?"
Lily shrunk back down to her normal size. "Maybe I'm exaggerating a little," she admitted. "Madam Pomfrey says I'll probably regain use of them in a couple of years." Her voice was small.
"Probably?" James asked gently. "Couple of years?"
Lily smiled weakly. "It's okay."
The two stared at each other for a moment, before James smiled at his now-official girlfriend. His head dipped down for a sweet, somewhat chaste, kiss (seeing as they were in front of the other Marauders and all) before waving whispering, "Good night" and leaving.
As he strode out the door sharing his Invisibility Cloak with the other Marauders and ignoring their jibes, he paused one last night to look at his girlfriend, before gently closing the door.
~*~
When Lily woke up again, it was in the morning. No potions were fogging up her mind, and she analyzed everything with a new lucidity. Last night, it had been well and good, but she had just been a little bit tipsy from the painkilling potions. Today, she was faced with what happened like a slap in the face.
Her eyes drifted over to the blind, disfigured Willow. She was still sleeping, but she was tossing and turning, as if in pain.
Then, Lily's eyes turned to her paralyzed legs, and she almost broke down before reminding herself that they would probably get better soon. As she gazed around her, Willow sat up. Lily visibly winced.
At this moment, Madam Pomfrey came in. She looked around her for a moment, before nodding, and bringing out the food they were to eat.
"What's wrong?" Willow's voice asked suddenly. "Why are there bandages on my eyes?"
Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "Don't you remember the conversation we had last night? If you don't, it's all right. Trauma and shock can do that to you, as well as the particularly nasty blast you received."
Willow's usually perfect complexion paled. Her hand reached up to touch her scar, and then her bandaged eyes. Then, before Madam Pomfrey could stop her, she ripped off the bandages. She just stared ahead blankly for a couple of seconds, and Lily hoped with all her heart that by some miracle, she had regained her eyesight, when she screamed with terror. It was the terror of realizing her future, of realizing that she would never see again.
Lily turned her face away and wept as Willow did. Tears streamed down her cheek, as she fully realized that she, who had never before harmed a fly, had just taken away Willow Rowan's eyesight.
~*~
After a period of time, Lily found something akin to "inner peace." Her parents had come to see her, to make sure she was all right. Petunia, of course, had vouched to stay with her fiancé, Vernon Dursley. They had resolved certain issues, and Lily now had something similar to a wheelchair, but powered by magic, that took her around.
The school had officially banned Wizard Duels. After this particular vicious one with injuries impossible to injure, Hogwarts no longer had the Wizard Duels it used to be famous. Soon, Wizard Duels faded into a legend; something you knew took place, but was no longer real to you, much like the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
She never got to truly apologize to Willow. After her blindness had struck her, her parents had taken her away. It was then Lily learned that Willow's parents were actually Death Eaters, part of the horrible gang that was beginning to terrify the world.
Her relation with James Potter had grown. They had become very close, and were very seriously considering more than dating steadily. She had found an emotion in her heart that she believed to be love. She hoped with all her might that it was. She had heard all about love, and did not want it to be a mistake.
But there was small thing that did not make her life perfect. All though Sixth Year was over, and she was returning home, she still had no even recovered some use of her legs yet. She couldn't even move her little toe, much less do anything close to walking. She was prepared to spend the rest of her life as a cripple.
Lily Evans brushed out her chestnut brown hair. (I don't care if she actually has red hair … I like her better with brown hair.) Her green-blue eyes were thoughtful as they looked out beneath sooty lashes. Being confined to a wheelchair had changed her. She still exercised constantly so her legs wouldn't wither away into nothing like some of the legs of Muggle people in wheelchairs, but she had already given up the notion of walking.
In fact, she had learned to accept being paralyzed to some degree. She still yearned to walk and use her legs again, but her magical wheelchair, though it didn't have some of the handier capabilities of a technological one, was bewitched to go as narrow as possible when she needed to go between things, and to go smoothly over gravel roads, etc. She smiled. It was really all thanks to Molly, who had convinced her boyfriend to build the wheelchair.
In fact, the only real inconvenience about the magical wheelchair was that whenever Petunia and she got into shouting matches, Petunia had a new, effective insult to yell.
Suddenly, a tawny owl named Polgara, from her favorite books by David Eddings, (so what if it wasn't published back then) fluttered in with a letter. She absent-mindedly reached out for it, and read it. What she read found her in shock.
Lily,
I know that you were friends with Regina Jorkins, and that you don't get the Daily Prophet, so I thought you might like to know …Death Eaters killed her yesterday. She was home alone, since Bertha was out gathering gossip, and the Death Eaters attacked. When they found only her there, they … they killed her.
Can you believe that Severus is actually planning to hunt them up and kill them with his bare hands? According to Sirius, who is (yuck) Severus's step-cousin, several times removed, Severus is very close to Apparating there … even though he doesn't know how to Apparate yet.
If you want, I'm sure your parents will allow you to go the funeral on Saturday. Don't cry to hard.
Your love,
1 James
Lily gasped with pain. Regina? Sweet as cinnamon Regina was dead? Her mind reeling with shock, she unconsciously stood up, and ran to her draw, scrawled a note, sent it with Polgara, and ran to her bed, before crying. She had not cried so severely since the night after the duel.
She turned her head. Her mother and father had entered the room. They were shocked. Lily had regained the use of her legs.
Lily turned away. ~At what cost? I can walk again … but Regina will never live again~
"Is something wrong, dear?" Mrs. Evans asked softly.
Lily looked up. "May I have permission to go to Hogwarts on Saturday?" she asked in a soft voice. "The Death Eaters … they got Regina."
Shooing her husband out of the room, Mrs. Evans sat down with her child, and let her cry it out.
~*~
"Don't worry Regina. I shall take revenge on the Death Eaters for you, my love. I was once one of them, but now, I shall risk my life so they may die. I love you, Regina. I really do. And because of you, I'm going to risk my life every single day so the Aurors can catch the Death Eaters so they can never kill again. Don't worry, my love. I will take revenge for you."
~*~
Lily Evans smiled sadly around her. She would be graduating from Seventh Year soon. She had regained her ability to walk, and now, life was almost back to normal for her. Regina's death still lingered in the air. Bertha had become particularly vicious with her gossip lately, taking out her frustrations on other people. Severus had just closed up … no one knew why.
She looked at the small ring on her finger. Although she was only 17, James had proposed to her. Of course, it had startled her, but then, he had graduated from Hogwarts last year, and with all his Auror work, he undoubtedly had enough money to buy the engagement ring. (Just a thought … I think it's sweeter if James is one year older than her.)
She surveyed her rooms one last time. "I'll miss you, Hogwarts," she whispered. "Some of my best … and worst years were spent here."
Suddenly, Polgara flew in through the doorway. Tied to her leg was a small message.
"Who's this from, Polgara?" Lily asked absent-mindedly. "Hmm? The Paris School of Seers and Seeresses?" Out of her hands, slipped a small envelope.
Lily:
I don't know if you remember me, but its Willow. First, I know that what happened in Sixth Year wasn't your fault. If anything, it was mine. I would like to thank you for taking away my eyesight, however strange that might sound. I have recently discovered that I have the seers' ability. I can foretell the future.
Without you, I would never have known, you know. You've probably heard by now that my parents were Death Eaters. Well, after I quit Hogwarts, I ran away. Did you know that before the Duel, they had been planning on ~sacrificing~ me to the Dark Lord … for his own personal plaything. So if you hadn't disfigured me, who knows what life I would be living?
Anyways, I'm writing you because I had a vision about you. I know you still feel guilty … don't. You did me a favor, and it was in self- defense. As for your future … I congratulate on you with James. Yours won't be an easy future, but it's a happy one following true love. You are a special lady, Lily.
Yours truly,
2 Seeress Weeping Willow (Its my official nickname as a seer now, corny as it may seem)
Lily smiled. Life was good.
~*~
"Sweet little Harry," Lily murmured at her young son, who had just emerged from her body.
"Harry?" James asked, raising his eyebrow. "I thought we had agreed on Lilac if he was a girl and Jimmy if he was a boy."
Lily glared at her husband. "I was the one who had to undergo 12 hours of pain so I get to name him," she said in that low, deadly voice he had known to fear. "The baby's name is Harry."
"Harry it is. Harry it is," James gulped nervously.
"I love you," Lily murmured.
"I love you, too," James answered.
Meanwhile, in the background, as usual, Remus and Sirius were snickering. Lately, Peter had tended towards sickness, and couldn't accompany them on their late-night ventures with Remus anymore. Of course, after the marriage, James had told Lily Remus's secret (with his permission) after being accused of adultery when sneaking off to him for the sixth full moon in a row.
"He'll never learn," Remus said, mock-sadly.
"Yes," Sirius pretended to sigh. "He'll be bullied by Lily for the rest of his life."
Neither noticed the meaningful glares from Lily and James before it was too late.
The End.
This ends MY story of how Lily and James got together … with very incorrect information. Review or flame me if you wish. Just remember … if you say you hate, you must say why. ~Sighs blissfully~ Doing Lily/James fics has one advantage. I can't make them out-of-character, because you don't know what their characters are! ~Dances around with glee~