AN: I am sorry to say this is the end. You guys have been great and I love you all. Look for my new story soon.
Epilog:
"Lily!"
"What!" I snapped.
"This stupid dress won't zip!!"
"Look, Rach, it's not my fault you had to get pregnant before my wedding."
"It's not my fault either!"
"Actually it is."
"It's not my fault you scheduled your wedding nine months after I got pregnant!"
"Girls! Clam down this is a happy day. Lily, your getting married! Rachel, you've got life growing inside you! Be happy!" my mum said trying to get us to calm down.
"Are you girls witches or not?" Mrs. Potter said smiling gently. Mrs. Potter or Ellen as she's insist I call her has been great. She has become like second mother to me, it's her wedding dress I'm actually wearing today. I had planned on wearing my mum's but even after I used magic to alter it the dress still didn't fit quite right on my body. Mum and I have totally different body types.
"Right," Rachel muttered a spell enlarging the stomach of her dress.
I'm getting married. It's been three years since Harry went back to his own time. I'm now twenty years old and James and I are expecting Harry- in five years.
Rachel, incase you haven't noticed is pregnant. Nine months to be exact. She and the baby's father are engaged. They would be married already but Rachel insisted on a summer wedding.
Three guesses who the father is.
Yeah, Sirius Black. But not much has changed in that department. They still fight all the time.
Back to me though. Surprisingly I'm nervous at all. I'm about to pledge my life to one man but I wouldn't want it any other way.
One thing is different though. Voldemort. But today I'm not going to think about him or how he is slowly taking over the wizarding world.
"Lils, you ready?" My father sticks his head into the dressing room.
Rachel gives me a small smile before leaving. I notice the mothers are already gone.
"Ready daddy."
He smiles and offers his arm. I take it.
The slow wedding march starts to play and I look up at James. He looks gorgeous. I love him so much. Then there is Rachel standing to the side dressed in her bride's maid dress. Sirius on the side of James, also looking very handsome. I smile. I wouldn't want it any other way.
My father and I reach the alter.
"Who gives this girl away?"
"I do," my father says.
And the ceremony proceeds as normal.
"Do you James H. Potter take Lily A. Evans to be your wife, through sickness and in health till death do you part?"
"I do."
"And do you Lily A. Evans take James H. Potter to be your husband, through sickness and in health till death do you part?"
"I do."
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."
Just as James is about to kiss me though I hear a loud gasp form behind me. I turn. There is Rachel standing in a puddle of water.
"Sirius," She whispers, "I think the baby's coming."
Way to state the obvious.
So the whole wedding party plus the parents rush to the hospital.
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James's and my honeymoon got delayed due to the fact that it took Rach 61 hours to push that baby out of her.
A beautifully baby boy.
Then came the argument over the name.
Rachel absolutely refused to name it Jonathon. Gee, I wonder why.
They finally agreed on Bradley James. Bradley James Black.
Then James and I were finally free to leave. Went spent the most perfect week in Greece. I had fully planned on finally seeing the sights of Greece as I had always wanted to go there but as it turned out we only even left the hotel twice, to get groceries. James promised we'd come back and see everything another time.
We had bought the most beautiful house located in Geodric's Hallow. It was two stories with a beautiful garden in the back. Behind the garden was a thick forest which James determined would be perfect for a full seized quiddich pitch. Merlin he's obsessed....
Since then we've fallen into a routine of sorts. Monday through Friday James and I work our tails off. He is an auror and I a healer at St. Mango's. On Monday and Wednesday Sirius, Rachel, Bradley, Remus and when he can, Peter come to dinner. Of course that doesn't stop them from coming by every other day of the week whenever it strikes their fancy as well. Friday is dinner with the parents. Saturday's we usually have meetings with the order. So that leaves Sunday. Sunday is our day. Just the two of us.
This is my life. In my eyes it's perfect. You might find fault but as far as I'm concerned it doesn't get much better that this.
I have the best friends, the cutest godson and the most loving husband who loves me just as much as one would think humanly possible and I feel the same way towards him.
And this has been my story. The story of how I meet my son eight years before his due date, how I truly fell for my husband and of my best friend's drama.
Bradley is now four, almost five. Harry is due any day. Voldemort is stronger than ever but then so are we. Rachel and Sirius are finally able to get through a week with out arguing. James and I? Our passion is stronger than ever.
You can love my story, hate it or not really care. I don't really care. As long as you listen.
~Lily A. Evans Potter
AN: Okay so at the end I made it kinda like a diary of sorts, that wasn't really planned it just happened. This is the end I'm going to miss it but look for my new story 'Griffindor's Dancing Goddess' coming soon to a theater near you! (smile) ~Allison
