A/N: This first part is just a prologue, so it's kind of short. The rating is for future violence. It has some mild slash. (Basically just says they're in a relationship, and that's it.) This idea came to me while watching Seinfeld, believe it or not. Cramer was telling George that he was just living a fantasy, he was only living in the twilight. And the title, Living in Twilight, and the storyline just wouldn't leave me alone. I just had to write it.
Disclaimer: I asked Santy Claus for them… but I didn't get them. :( I guess that means I have to be a good girl this year… DAMNIT!
Prologue: Slainte!
Life is good, is it not?" James Potter asked with a smile, as he leaned back in his armchair, sipping a flute of champagne.
His wife, Lily, sauntered over and sat gingerly on one of the arms.
"Yes, my love, it most certainly is. We have a beautiful son, everything we have ever wanted, and better friends than anyone could ask for," she replied.
"Hear, hear!" James' best friend, Sirius Black stated, holding his glass in the air.
Remus Lupin smiled and planted a kiss on his lover's cheek.
"I was always told that nothing in life is perfect. But I do believe all those party poopers were quite wrong. I'm one of the most successful businessmen in the wizarding world and the most handsome wizard to be found has just agreed to marry me. What more could I ask for?" Remus said.
" We are *all* very successful," Peter Pettigrew added. "Now, if only we weren't mere mortals and didn't have to get old and decrepit!"
Everyone laughed and Lily said, "To quote a famous Muggle playwright, 'Lord, what fools these mortals be!' Wait… inappropriate time…"
Everyone laughed again and Sirius demanded a toast from James to mark the momentous occasion of his engagement.
"Okay, well, there's nothing that can sum this up more than… Slainte!" James said.
And everyone yelled, "Slainte!" and banged their glasses together.
James looked around the room. He saw Lily's radiant emerald green eyes that his son, now peacefully sleeping his crib upstairs, now possessed. He saw two of his best friends in each other's arms, as much in love as he and Lily still were. He saw Peter laughing at one of Sirius' jokes. And above all, he saw everyone's blissful smiles. He couldn't be happier.
A/N: I really like this fic. It's got a plotline that is really gonna stick, I promise! And it's not AU at all, so don't get your hopes up. And by the way, "slainte" is an Irish toast meaning "To your health." It's pronounced "SLAWN-cheh."