The month of August and September flew by, and James and Lily's third year
anniversary drew closer. James and Lily had gone into hiding shortly after
Harry's birthday party and only the order still saw them. James told the
ministry he was sick and took leave from Quidditch. Sirius had gone through
all of the necessary procedures to become their secret keeper with out
complaint. Lily was truly proud of him, almost as much as she was scared of
him, since she knew he'd been remembering a lot of things. She'd learned to
close of her mind, even though she had to battle with herself every night.
She missed Sirius with all her heart. She'd been seeing a lot of him, and
the thought of his deep dark eyes always made her long for him.
This night, in October, Lily was sitting in Harry's nursery rocking him to sleep. She must have been rocking for quite some time, because James came in and smiled at her.
"Lily it's almost ten, are you coming to bed?" He asked.
She blushed, realizing she'd forgotten the time, and placed Harry in his crib gently. James came up behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"He's so amazing isn't he?" James asked.
"Yes," she whispered, "He's my second favorite man,"
"Who is your first?" James asked spinning her around.
"You of course," she replied touching his cheek.
James stooped to kiss her deeply. The kiss took her breath away, but she pushed him away.
"James not in front of the baby," she scolded.
"He's asleep," James protested.
"I don't care," she said, walking off to their bedroom.
He followed her like a puppy dog, watching her hungrily as she pulled her dressing gown off. They climbed into bed, and snuggled together.
"Are you cold?" he whispered tugging the blankets around them.
"Not anymore," Lily smiled, as James pulled himself on top of her.
James kissed her passionately, and told her he loved her many times before they both drifted off to sleep.
"And now, the final steps to our plan are unfolding," Voldemort cried excitedly, "Finally the Potters will be dead!"
Peter smiled up at his master,
"And all I have to do is go tell James he needs to come home right?"
"Right, Now I will send Bella off with the other Death Eaters to go cause ruckus, to lure James to them, Lucius already took care of the other Aurors, so all will be set!" Voldemort grinned evilly, "Oh and of course you will have to let me practice on you,"
"P-practice on me? For what?" Peter stuttered.
"So I can be ready for Mr. Black, if he's anything like his cousin he will be hard to overcome!"
Sirius shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He was dreaming again, but it wasn't one of his regular dreams. He was sitting beside Lily in a class, that looked like Professor McGonagall's transfiguration classroom.
"Look I didn't ask for the Potter fan club okay?" she said darkly.
"I didn't mean to offend you," Sirius said back.
His mind whirled as he changed positions. Now he was sitting in a small room. He looked around him and found he was sitting in a pile of muggle clothes, with robes hanging about his head. He starred ahead through the small crack in the door.
"Daddy.." Lily cried out in pain, as a man gripped her hands harder and harder.
Sirius felt his heart swell, as his breathing became harder.
"Don't call me that!" the man roared.
He was standing in that corridor again, the one outside Dumbledore's office.
"Lily what's wrong?" he asked as she shook uncontrollably in his arms.
She pulled him closer clutching at his shirt, "Sirius." she whispered.
"James!" Moody's voice rang through Lily's bedroom, "Potter!"
Lily squirmed underneath her covers, letting her eyes flutter open. She sat up and saw Moody's head in her fireplace.
"James," she whispered shaking him gently, "James wake up."
He groaned, but sat up.
"Lily what is it?" he asked groggily, "Are you alright? Is Harry okay?"
"They are fine," growled Moody from the fire place.
"Moody!" James cried, sitting up further, "What are you doing here at, "he glanced at the clock beside their bed, "3 o'clock in the morning,"
"There's been a huge riot in lower London," Moody told him.
"Riot?" Lily asked alarmed.
"Death-eaters," Moody explained, "And they're killing muggles,"
"Shit," James muttered, pulling himself out of bed, but Lily grabbed his arm,
"James we are supposed to be in hiding, if you go out there you'll be killed."
"Mrs. Potter, I know you and James are supposed to be hiding, but Kingsley was injured the other night, and so was Rewaldski.. The Longbottoms, as you know, have been out for a while, it's only me and Fletcher left, James you've got to come. We can't do it by ourselves."
James pulled himself out of Lily's grip,
"Lily, I've got to go," he whispered, looking pale.
"You'll be killed!" she shrieked.
"I always come home Lily, and this time is no different," James told her, "And besides its either my life, or a bunch of innocent ones."
"But James you don't understand!" Lily cried.
"Lily, I will be fine," he said pulling on his cloak, "I will be there in 10 minutes Moody."
"Good, Meet my outside the Ministry." Moody said, "Goodnight Mrs. Potter,"
"Goodnight Mrs. Potter?!" she screamed, "James you can't go, please!"
"Lily, this is my job,"
"I am your wife!" She sobbed, "You have a child,"
"We always go through this, and I always come home," he said as he fished in a drawer for his wand.
"This isn't supposed to be happening!" Lily cried, throwing herself at James.
"Lily, I love you, I will be fine," he told her and with a short kiss, he was gone.
Lily sank to her bed, still crying out loud, feeling in her heart that something bad was going to happen. She closed her eyes, as tiredness overtook her. She tried to think of something other than James. Her thoughts rested on Sirius's deep eyes. She sat up with a sharp beat of her heart and starred at herself in her mirror. She looked pale, and scared in her white nightgown. He dark red curls hung loosely around her red rimmed eyes. She knew she was coming towards the end of things. But she wouldn't give up on him. Sirius loved her deep down, she knew it. Maybe she should just give it up now, and be with Sirius before the end. She longed to dream of him. Longed to know he remembered her love. But she knew she must save Harry and James if she could. She let out a heavy breath, trying to shut her mind off from Sirius.
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
but who can decide what they dream?
and dream I do...
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me
Have you forgotten all I know
and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
and touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me
I look in the mirror and see your face
if I look deep enough
so many things inside that are just like y you are taking over
- Taking Over Me by Evanesence
This night, in October, Lily was sitting in Harry's nursery rocking him to sleep. She must have been rocking for quite some time, because James came in and smiled at her.
"Lily it's almost ten, are you coming to bed?" He asked.
She blushed, realizing she'd forgotten the time, and placed Harry in his crib gently. James came up behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"He's so amazing isn't he?" James asked.
"Yes," she whispered, "He's my second favorite man,"
"Who is your first?" James asked spinning her around.
"You of course," she replied touching his cheek.
James stooped to kiss her deeply. The kiss took her breath away, but she pushed him away.
"James not in front of the baby," she scolded.
"He's asleep," James protested.
"I don't care," she said, walking off to their bedroom.
He followed her like a puppy dog, watching her hungrily as she pulled her dressing gown off. They climbed into bed, and snuggled together.
"Are you cold?" he whispered tugging the blankets around them.
"Not anymore," Lily smiled, as James pulled himself on top of her.
James kissed her passionately, and told her he loved her many times before they both drifted off to sleep.
"And now, the final steps to our plan are unfolding," Voldemort cried excitedly, "Finally the Potters will be dead!"
Peter smiled up at his master,
"And all I have to do is go tell James he needs to come home right?"
"Right, Now I will send Bella off with the other Death Eaters to go cause ruckus, to lure James to them, Lucius already took care of the other Aurors, so all will be set!" Voldemort grinned evilly, "Oh and of course you will have to let me practice on you,"
"P-practice on me? For what?" Peter stuttered.
"So I can be ready for Mr. Black, if he's anything like his cousin he will be hard to overcome!"
Sirius shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He was dreaming again, but it wasn't one of his regular dreams. He was sitting beside Lily in a class, that looked like Professor McGonagall's transfiguration classroom.
"Look I didn't ask for the Potter fan club okay?" she said darkly.
"I didn't mean to offend you," Sirius said back.
His mind whirled as he changed positions. Now he was sitting in a small room. He looked around him and found he was sitting in a pile of muggle clothes, with robes hanging about his head. He starred ahead through the small crack in the door.
"Daddy.." Lily cried out in pain, as a man gripped her hands harder and harder.
Sirius felt his heart swell, as his breathing became harder.
"Don't call me that!" the man roared.
He was standing in that corridor again, the one outside Dumbledore's office.
"Lily what's wrong?" he asked as she shook uncontrollably in his arms.
She pulled him closer clutching at his shirt, "Sirius." she whispered.
"James!" Moody's voice rang through Lily's bedroom, "Potter!"
Lily squirmed underneath her covers, letting her eyes flutter open. She sat up and saw Moody's head in her fireplace.
"James," she whispered shaking him gently, "James wake up."
He groaned, but sat up.
"Lily what is it?" he asked groggily, "Are you alright? Is Harry okay?"
"They are fine," growled Moody from the fire place.
"Moody!" James cried, sitting up further, "What are you doing here at, "he glanced at the clock beside their bed, "3 o'clock in the morning,"
"There's been a huge riot in lower London," Moody told him.
"Riot?" Lily asked alarmed.
"Death-eaters," Moody explained, "And they're killing muggles,"
"Shit," James muttered, pulling himself out of bed, but Lily grabbed his arm,
"James we are supposed to be in hiding, if you go out there you'll be killed."
"Mrs. Potter, I know you and James are supposed to be hiding, but Kingsley was injured the other night, and so was Rewaldski.. The Longbottoms, as you know, have been out for a while, it's only me and Fletcher left, James you've got to come. We can't do it by ourselves."
James pulled himself out of Lily's grip,
"Lily, I've got to go," he whispered, looking pale.
"You'll be killed!" she shrieked.
"I always come home Lily, and this time is no different," James told her, "And besides its either my life, or a bunch of innocent ones."
"But James you don't understand!" Lily cried.
"Lily, I will be fine," he said pulling on his cloak, "I will be there in 10 minutes Moody."
"Good, Meet my outside the Ministry." Moody said, "Goodnight Mrs. Potter,"
"Goodnight Mrs. Potter?!" she screamed, "James you can't go, please!"
"Lily, this is my job,"
"I am your wife!" She sobbed, "You have a child,"
"We always go through this, and I always come home," he said as he fished in a drawer for his wand.
"This isn't supposed to be happening!" Lily cried, throwing herself at James.
"Lily, I love you, I will be fine," he told her and with a short kiss, he was gone.
Lily sank to her bed, still crying out loud, feeling in her heart that something bad was going to happen. She closed her eyes, as tiredness overtook her. She tried to think of something other than James. Her thoughts rested on Sirius's deep eyes. She sat up with a sharp beat of her heart and starred at herself in her mirror. She looked pale, and scared in her white nightgown. He dark red curls hung loosely around her red rimmed eyes. She knew she was coming towards the end of things. But she wouldn't give up on him. Sirius loved her deep down, she knew it. Maybe she should just give it up now, and be with Sirius before the end. She longed to dream of him. Longed to know he remembered her love. But she knew she must save Harry and James if she could. She let out a heavy breath, trying to shut her mind off from Sirius.
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
but who can decide what they dream?
and dream I do...
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me
Have you forgotten all I know
and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
and touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me
I look in the mirror and see your face
if I look deep enough
so many things inside that are just like y you are taking over
- Taking Over Me by Evanesence