A/N: I'm sorry Draco and Hermione aren't having a lot of...difficulties yet. But I'll try and make their story more interesting. Lily and James do a lot better in this part and their's will just keep getting better!!!! Yay!!!!! Please R&R!

Part 2

If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?

If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?

Lily lay in her dormitory, looking at the light of a full moon that pooled across the blanket. The other girls were still working on homework; Sirius, Remus, and James were out romping around.

She was thinking back on supper. As Head Boy and Girl she and James had to sit at the prefects table at every meal. They got by with simply sitting there at supper though, Dumbledore never cared. Tonight they had been exchanging messages with Remus and Sirius by way of faces and hand signs.

Lily had been good friends with Sirius, Remus, and James their first two years of school. And there was little Peter Pettigrew as well. But sometime in the middle of third year they kept drifting farther and farther apart. They couldn't agree on anything. She got sick of all of them except for maybe Remus; she couldn't stand the way Sirius and James acted. But at the end of their sixth year, just before the Hogwarts Express reached London, an owl had flown up alongside the compartment she shared with her friends. The letter attached to its foot was addressed to her. She read it to herself and wouldn't let her friends see it no matter how much they asked. Lily got of the train quickly that year trying to spot the letter's writer. She just caught sight of the back of his head before he disappeared through the barrier.

She and James had become boyfriend and girlfriend. They wrote back and forth over the summer. They tried all summer to meet, but couldn't manage it until it was time to buy supplies in Diagon Alley. Lily truly loved him and when they finished school they were going to stay together. They had decided not to get married right away, (a/n- they're only seventeen!) but they'd be close enough it wouldn't matter.

Christmas holidays were coming up in just a week. At dinner today James had told her that his parents had written him about their plans for the holiday. They were taking James traveling with them on the Continent. In one week. In one week holidays would start and Lily would be left without him.

Lily had no intention of staying with her family. While her parents were dear to her, she could not stand the thought of spending the weeks with her sister. At worst there would be no one else but Pettigrew at Hogwarts for her to talk with. Remus was always big on visiting his families on hols, and Sirius liked leaving Hogwarts too, but they had an odd way of doing it. Lately, since James and Lily had become an item, one of them would always stay behind to keep Lily company on hols if James' family wanted him home. Lily had no idea if that was happening this year, there hadn't been any discussion of it. Maybe now that James knew his family plans it would come up at lunch and they could talk about it.

If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?

If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

James Potter sat staring out a hotel window in Austria. His parents were in the room next door getting ready for dinner. This was the family's second stop in Austria; over the next three weeks they would visit France, Belgium and Germany.

James looked about his room. It was obviously a hotel room for all its fineness; it seemed some how devoid of life after his raucous dormitory. James once again thought of the brothers and sisters he had wished for when he was younger. Now he wished for Sirius or Remus to share the room with him. Or maybe even.... He dropped the thought.

A knock came on his door. "Are you dressed for dinner, James?" his father's voice came through the barrier.

"Yes," said James as he crossed the room and let himself out.

"Did you lock it, dear?" his mother asked.

"Yes, Mother."

The three made their way downstairs. "It is nice to be in a wizarding hotel, isn't it?" his father commented as they made their way into the dining room with James trailing a step or two behind. They were seated at a table near the edge of the room, and a few minutes later were ordering their supper.

"Well then," said his father settling back in his chair. "It is good to all be together again. And soon enough you'll be finished with school, and we'll have even more time together."

"Unless, of course, James has his own plans, dear," his mother added pointedly.

"Actually, I had been thinking—" James began.

"It's nothing to do with that Muggle-born girl is it? You not still...seeing her, are you?" James' father interrupted.

"What do you mean by that?" said James at the same moment that his mother said, "Godwyn!"

"It's just that...well, there's better for you James. And with You- Know-Who gaining power, you have to be careful who you trust. You have to understand James, I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Are you saying that Lily's one of Voldemort's supporters?" James asked quietly. His eyes shone in anger behind his glasses.

"Enough of this nonsense!" said his mother loudly. She went on in a normal tone. "Godwyn, we met the girl just a few months ago in Diagon Alley. And we've met her there before, both second and third year."

Godwyn Potter was warming to his subject. "She was just a child then. Now she's older. She's going after our James, trying to reel him in with her charms and good looks. She's just some little sl—"

"Don't say it," said James through gritted teeth.

"Let's face it, Isobel, it would be easy for the Dark Lord to ensnare a Muggle-born. They're vulnerable, easily corrupted."

"And I suppose it's impossible for such a thing to happen to a pure blood?" James said heatedly.

"Godwyn, you're forgetting we just met her a few months ago. She seemed a perfectly fine young lady. She's Head Girl, for goodness sake."

"These people are cunning, Isobela, capable of anything they choose. I think you're both forgetting how many people we've lost lately. Think of your uncles, James. Charles and Eduard, my brothers, both killed in horrific accidents just this past year. Are you forgetting all funerals and memorials we've attended lately, all the close friends we've lost?"

"No one's forgetting, dear," James' mother broke in. "But you must remember all the good friends we've made at Hogwarts. You and I met there. You have to remember to trust your son's judgement. But enough of this; our dinner's being brought out."

James stood up. "I'm afraid I've lost my appetite, Mother. Goodnight." He turned as his mother said goodnight, and ignored his father's various demands for him to sit down.

James made his way back to his room, going slowly on the long route through the entire hotel. He was suddenly sick of this vacation; he wished he was at Hogwarts with his friends. He could picture quite perfectly Christmas day with them. Waking up to piles of gifts, going down to the half-empty or nearly deserted Great Hall. Having snowball fights all day and drinking hot cocoa or cider. The amazing Christmas feast in the evening. With a sigh James turned his feet toward his room. Unlocking the door and going inside, he got out one of his Quidditch books and began paging through it.

I don't know why you're so far away

But I know that this much is true

We'll make it through

Lily sat at the window of the dormitory watching the crescent moon through a light snow. Christmas day was ending. It had been a wonderful day, but the absence of James tugged at her heart. He hadn't written her every day, but there had been several letters from him which were rather odd because he wasn't enjoying himself most of the time, but trying to make the whole of Europe interesting for her.

His Christmas present to her had been a marvelous surprise. It was a silver lily with a crystal teardrop center on a gold chain; Lily wore it all the time now. Her present to him seemed really cheap and completely meaningless (it was a book on Quidditch), but she tried not to think on that too long.

All she could think of was James in Belgium. Something her mother had said to her ages ago. Snow in Belgium, Rain in France, On and On still we go heedless of the Rain and Snow. That was it. There was snow in Belgium, Lily knew, and the moon would be shining silver on it, outside James' window far away.