The one where Lily goes to James' for the holidays [Part 2]
They lay on the bed, atop of the covers as the night was far too humid to sleep inside the blankets. No part of them touched. She looked up into his eyes and felt an urge to tell him everything. Her fingers entwined with his and she breathed his name on her lips. 'James.'
'Lily.' His voice was equally soft. He kissed her gently and then looked into her eyes. 'I would tell you anything. I would give you anything. I am…' he trailed off, at a loss for words.
'I need to tell you something, but you have to promise to believe me.'
'I believe you, Lily.'
Just voicing the fact made her smile. 'Thank you James.' She paused, trying to put her words into some sort of order. If she just blurted out that she was from the future, he may laugh at her. 'James, I wasn't really tutored. I didn't go to any other magical school. I've always gone to Hogwarts.'
He frowned ever so slightly. 'What do you mean?'
'I'm from the future.' Oh well, she did just blurt it out, but it didn't sound too bad.
'What?'
'I was using a Time Turner and I was sent back in time. I'm from 1996.' He was silent. 'It was fate that brought me here, James. I was meant to find you and fall in love with you. And, dammit,' Lily put a hand on his arm. 'I am so helplessly in love with you. I think I'm day dreaming and I'm going to wake up.'
'It does sound surreal.' He rubbed his face to clear his head. 'Can you tell me something about the future?'
'Ireland wins the World Cup for Quidditch in 1994.' She laughed softly.
'At least I know who to bet on.' He gave her a grin and kissed her again, less gentle but still loving. 'And, what about me? What happens to me in the future?' James' eyes were eager with anticipation.
'You're sickeningly happy...' Lily teased. She was walking a thin line here, tempted to tell him he marries her.
'Sickeningly happy, really?' He had another question. She braced herself for something dangerous. 'Why did you call my mum Hermione when you first saw her?'
Lily breathed a sigh of relief. 'I have reason to suspect that she is one of my future best friends in a past life.' He looked perplexed. 'I believe that a soul relives and any true friends you make are your soul friends. You will find them in every life. I suppose it is only fair that I meet Hermione in this time.'
'So, my mother dies in the not too distant future?' James asked softly.
'Oh my gosh, I didn't think of that.' Lily put her arms around him. 'I'm sorry, James.'
He held her in his arms, even when he recovered from the initial grief. It felt nice and safe, curving his body to mold hers perfectly. Red hair landed on his chest, and he played with it, unable to meet her eyes. 'What about my father?'
'I do not know, I did not recognize him.' Lily refrained from telling him that his son did not have any grandparents in the future. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him.
'I think that we should go to sleep now. I won't ask you anymore about your past, and my future.' He squeezed her tight against him and then eased the pressure. He closed his eyes, but before he could sleep, Lily whispered in his ear.
'I am truly and madly in love with you, Mr. Potter.'
1999
Remus Lupin couldn't sleep. He couldn't even pretend that he could get to sleep. His entire body was protesting against getting up, or even staying awake, but he couldn't just turn off his brain. He was lying awake in his bed because of memories of her. His long time crush did not just dissipate after years of knowing that she was dead, and still in love with another man as she lay in her sleep forever.
He should be thinking of other women. Sirius had never let a girl bring him down. Remus would never be like Padfoot, though. His mind held on to certain wolf instincts, like mating. He loved her, felt obliged to love her for eternity and couldn't stop himself.
Surprisingly, he could find himself wondering what Ginny Weasley would be like in his bed. The sick thoughts shocked him as much as they excited him. She was a student, who was not Lily Evans. Remus slipped his legs over the side of his bed, taking comfort in the coolness under his feet. He padded softly to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.
The said drink finished, he turned to walk back to his rooms. He stopped, hearing a slight noise. It came from his living room. Remus stood there, debating whether or not the noise was worth his acknowledgment. Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he gingerly crept into the lounge.
He didn't spend much time in the room in the hotter months, preferring to spend his evenings on his porch, a candle, a book and a glass of wine good enough company. The cool night breeze was lovely, compared to the relative stuffiness his living room provided.
His eyes spotted something amiss immediately. The folded shutters he had placed over the fireplace were on the ground. Much to his dismay, there was a fair amount of soot collected on his mat. It served him right for not cleaning his chimney sooner, he thought.
'Remus?'
He spun around quickly.
Standing there, her face smeared with dirt and tear tracks, was Lily Potter. He said nothing, but folded her in his arms, not minding that his nightclothes became instantly filthy. He could deal with that in the morning.
Author's Notes: Yessss it was far too short and it was very cliffhangerish. But I wanted to add something while I was still up (it is currently 3:20am on the 14th of January. Seven days until my birthday!) Thank you to Sir Crig and aznlady For your reviews!