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~Chapter 5*
"Talking to the songbird yesterday
Flew me to a place not far away
She's a little pilot in my mind
Singing songs of love to pass the time
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
I never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone
A man can never dream these kind of things
Especially when she came and spread her wings
Whispered in my ear the things I'd like
Then she flew away into the night
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
Never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone"
-Oasis
"Songbird"
James woke up on the first day of November with a yawn, followed by a huge grin the quickly spread over his face. The smile, however, admonished when a gut wrenching thought hit him. What if it was all a dream? Had Lily really said yes to him that night? Had they really shared a passionate and, in his opinion, amazing kiss? Then James heard a teasing voice break his train of thought, and for once in his life he was glad Sirius was so immature.
"Hey Lover boy, do you plan to kiss and tell or will i have to hex it out of you?" Sirius was sitting contently on his four poster bed, obviously waiting for James to wake up and tell him exactly what happened between himself and Lily last night. James reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses, and ran a hand through his shaggy hair in a pathetic attempt to tame it.
"Giving you last nights play by play was the last thing on my itinerary today, Padfoot," James smirked as he crawled out of bed and made his way to the adjacent bathroom, indicating that this conversation would be one sided.
"Come on, James..." whined a pouting Sirius. (a/n: he's so cute when he pouts!!)
"This isn't a girls' slumber party, I'm not telling you anything," James called out from the bathroom, he reappeared with his robes on and made his way towards the door.
"Sharing is caring!" yelled Sirius as the door smacked shut.
James went down the stone steps two at a time. As he entered the common room, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of a shock of deep auburn hair poking from behind a plushy, crimson couch.
~*~
Lily had been relaxing in the common room, adding the finishing touches to her Muggle Studies essay ( "Explain the Postal Service"), when she felt a presence next to her other than her own. She looked up to see a grinning James, reading over her shoulder.
"Good morning," she smiled.
"Good morning," he echoed. "Did you want to come down to breakfast with me?"
"I'd love to ,Mr. Potter," she answered, putting down her parchment and quill and grabbing his offered hand. The pair made their way through the portrait hole and down towards the Great Hall.
~*~
"So i was thinking that if we could get out hands on some troll mucus then-" Peter began, but stopped suddenly, his mouth slightly open.
"Pete?" asked Remus. The two had been discussing their next prank over breakfast when Peter stopped mid- thought. Remus followed Peter's line of vision until he spotted something quite out of the ordinary. Lily and James. Holding hands. or rather Lily letting James hold her hand.
The rest of the weekend went by fairly uneventful, it was pretty much used to gossip about the Halloween Ball. It didn't take long before the word spread about Lily and James being an "item". Although, tension began to rise during Gryffindor's first double potions lesson of the month with the Slytherins. James, much to his dismay, had been paired with Malfoy and the lesson had gone by silently until...
"Don't think," Malfoy sneered as he add the chopped Mandrake root to the bubbling cauldron. "That you can protect Lily all of the time now that you two are together. The Dark Lord always gets what he wants."
James' eyes narrowed and he began to breathe heavily. He could feel his right fist clench and begin to rise as Professor Cranen piped up,
"Make sure you leave a sample of your bottled potion on my desk, you are dismissed."
"Hey James, almost ready?" questioned Sirius as he packed up his things next to James's cauldron.
"Yea, lets go," James muttered angrily as he hoisted his bag onto his shoulder. The two met the remaining Marauders and the girls outside the dungeons.
"Hey, Beautiful," James said as he grabbed Lily's hand. His mood had dramatically changed at the sight of her.
"Your such a romantic, Jamesie," teased Sirius, punching him playfully on the shoulder. James gave him a look of death and Lily resolved to laughter.
"So what do you say lads, shall we make our way to the common room? If I'm not much mistaken Sirius, you promised me a rematch in Wizards Chess," said Remus.
"You can have as many rematches as you want, but you'll never be able to beat the greatest Wizard's Chess player of all time!" Remus rolled his eyes.
"You guys go ahead, I have to take care of something," said James casually. Lily tilted her head as if she were about to ask what, but se just nodded in understandment.
~*~
James stood questioningly in front of a stone gargoyle statue. He needed to talk to Professor Dumbledore and knew his office was here, but wasn't sure as to how he could get about doing it.
"Can I help you with something Mr. Potter?" asked Professor Dumbledore, walking up behind James.
"Actually, yes, I needed to talk to you about something." Dumbledore nodded and turned to face the gargoyle.
"Sugarquill," the professor said with ease. The gargoyle jumped aside, revealing an elegant spiral staircase. Dumbledore stepped on and James, following his lead, did the same. To his surprise, the staircase began to move upwards. It stopped at a pair of handsome doors, which Dumbledore opened, revealing a circular room, filled with books and telescopes.
"What did you need to speak with me about?" questioned Dumbledore as he gestured to a chair and sat down himself behind a large, mahogany desk.
"This is going to sound odd, but is Lily Evans in a prophecy of some sort?"
"I was wondering when you would ask me. How did you find out about this?"
"I overheard Malfoy and Snape talking that night you caught me under my invisibility cloak."
"Well," began Dumbledore, pausing as if thinking about how he was going to word what he was about to say. "You are correct, Lily Evans is in a prophecy, Lord Voldermort's prophecy to be exact. One that reveals his downfall. My sources tell me that Voldermort recently got his hands on it, but was, fortunately, only able to see a selected part. Although, the part he viewed happened to have Miss Evans in it."
"But Professor, what is the prophecy?"
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not.... and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives.... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." Dumbledore quoted solemnly.
"What does Lily have to do with this, though?" asked James, still utterly confused.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord.... is her future son. And as Voldermort sees it, if there is no Lily Evans, there will not be a person to defeat him"
James looked at the Professor in shock. He was waiting for him to raise his arms in amusement and say, "Just kidding!" but it never came, only multiplying the severity of the situation in James's head. Lily was in danger.
"I know this is overwhelming," the professor broke in. "But right now it is very important that you do not share this with anyone, especially Miss Evans. We cannot do anything that might tamper with fate and we're afraid that if she were to find out about the prophecy she would do just that."
"But is she ... safe?"
"She can't be anywhere more secure than inside the walls of Hogwarts. Don't worry, James, she is more than taken care of. Now I suggest you go back to the Gryffindor common room, and remember what we agreed upon, don't breathe a word of this to anyone."
"Yes, sir," James said as he sat up and walked out of Dumbledore's office.
~*~
"Where is he?" thought Lily to herself. She was sitting alone in the common room, the rest of the house had gone to their respected dormitories. Lily, though, couldn't sleep until she knew what James was up to. She had a right to know what her boyfriend was doing. Right?
"James," she sighed as she saw him climb through the portrait hole with a disgruntled look on his face. "What's wrong, what happened?" she asked, gingerly placing a hand on his forearm.
James grabbed her hands and led her to the couch where they sat down.
"James?" Lily asked again, now worried herself.
"I can't tell you what happened, but just promise me something, ok?"
"Ok.." she said slowly.
"Don't wander into any dark alleys," he said seriously, but as if it was the only the only sentence he could string together at the moment.
"You have my word," Lily laughed. James smiled and gave her a soft kiss. "well, I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Beautiful," James smirked.
"Goodnight," Lily repeated softly and floated up the girls staircase towards her dorm.
a/n: I wasn't entirely sure where to end this chapter, but i hope you liked what I decided on. I'm writing chapter 6 , I'll hopefully get it up soon.. too much homework!! grr!. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, they're what keeps me writing. Please review this if you have the chance. Thanks.
~Padfoot356*