Previously:
James glared back at him from his seat on his throne with Lily holding a hand on his arm to restrain him from attacking him.
"I do not need to hide behind my crown to take care of you, Malfoy. Or have you forgotten that I already put you in Azkaban once?"
"I may not be your equal in this way," Malfoy said, ignoring James' statement, "but someday, your Highness, I may be above you." Malfoy then looked over at Lily, glaring at her so coldly she backed up a step, still clinging to James' arm. "You had better watch those of the most preciousness to you, King James." Without another word, Malfoy stalked out of the hall, his cloak fluttering behind him.
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That evening at the castle was quiet. James and the Queen were in the library reading, mostly trying to take their minds off of their pain. It had close to a month since the king's unfortunate pass. The Queen was actually lost. She just didn't know what to do with herself anymore without her husband. Madison and James had been doing their best to try to keep her occupied and deal with their own grief at the same time.
As for James' new position as king…well, it was tested that afternoon around one o'clock. It was nothing big or too important actually. He had been taking a walk around the market in the town to sort out his thoughts. He was just passing by a tomato stand when suddenly a brawl broke out between to gentlemen. He rushed over to stop it, along with some fellow citizens.
He and another burly man separated the two. The one James was holding back looked to be in his mid fifties, the other around the same age.
Another lad from the crowd that had surrounded them during the scuffle stepped forward, an incredulous look upon his face. In a low, confused tone, he spoke, "Bertwald? Noel?"
"Why are you fighting?" another asked.
"'e star'ed it!" the one the burly man was holding back, spoke in a heavy accent.
"'Twasn't me faul'! Him, him th' one who star'ed it!" the other man spoke in the same heavy accent, angrily pointing his finger towards the man.
"Tell us what happened, Bertwald!" cried a woman carrying a little baby.
The man James was holding, who was apparently Bertwald, said simply, "'e took one o' me apples!"
"Ye took one o' me oranges!" Noel shouted back furiously.
'All this over two pieces of fruit?" James thought disbelievingly to himself. It appeared that mostly everyone else in the crowd thought the same thing.
James shook his head and searched his pocket while still keeping a tight hold on the man. He pulled out two gold pieces of metal and shoved one into Bertwald's hand.
"You take one." He muttered, letting go. The man was so focused and surprised at the galleon in his palm, he forgot all about the other man James was talking to now.
"And you take one." James muttered when he dropped another coin into this man's hand. Then, he spoke loudly to both of them, "Now, you've both been fully compensated for your lost fruits. I do not want to see a single fight break out between the two of you at all, by orders of the king."
The two walked off in the same direction, talking excitedly, to the surprise of James, to one another. One man from the crowd noticed his look and said, "Been the best of friends for o'er fifty years, Highness. Not once have I seen them argue, let alone fight, 'specially o'er fruit." With that, the man walked off, leaving James to watch the two men walking off in the distance.
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It was a gorgeous, sunny day at Hogwarts, and by the malicious orders of Hermione, both Harry and Ron, and the said girl were sinfully sitting cooped up inside the library. Hermione, of course, was reading a book larger that her entire torso. Harry and Ron had given up studying long ago and were now making parchment airplanes and cursing them to hit another. Each time one would hit one of the boys in the face, the other would snicker loudly, earning disapproving looks from Madame Pince as well as Hermione.
An airplane had just zoomed passed Hermione's head when she tutting loudly at them and looked up from her book. "As beneficial as folding pieces of parchment is to your final exams, I'm afraid I'm going to have to demand that you stop at once." She hissed curtly.
"Oy," Ron said, looking over at her, "we had to put a spell on them, didn't we?"
"Yeah, that's our studying for the day," Harry said with a cheesy grin in her direction.
"Of course, how silly of me." Hermione said with a false laugh, "I can see how much saying a levitating enchantment can strain your brain cells." She smiled at them, giggling a little at her own joke.
The two boys made a face at her.
"Come on Hermione, let's go outside. It's a radiant day; even you can't protest to that." Harry whined childishly.
Hermione sighed and looked at her muggle watch then outside, having an internal battle with herself. "Yes, alright. I guess I've gotten in enough studying for the day." She started to pack up her books while Ron and Harry charmed the parchments on the floor to disappear. They walked out of the library, avoiding Madame Pince's stony glare. The corridors were quiet seeing as how everyone seemed to be lounging lazily in the afternoon sunlight.
To the astonishment of both Ron and Harry, Hermione reached inside her bag and pulled out a book that seemed to be worn around the edges. She held it up to her face and continued walking while reading. Harry and Ron exchange looks and shrugged.
A faint sound of footsteps sounded down a corridor to the right. Harry nonchalantly turned his gaze down that hall and stopped short curiously. Ron and Hermione stopped as well when they realized he stopped.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked, but Harry silenced her with a 'shh'. He motioned them back to him and pointing down the corridor.
Ron's brows furrowed, "Is that Snape?" he whispered, looking at the man that was walking away from them down the passage.
"What's he doing up here in the DADA floor?" Hermione wondered.
"I don't know, but he just stepped out of Remus' office, carrying a steaming cauldron of something." Harry murmured.
"Should we follow him?" Hermione asked quietly, watching as their Potions Master rounded a corner out of sight.
Harry began to walk down the hall with Hermione and Ron hot on his trail. They all stopped in front of Remus' office, pausing only for a moment before Harry opened it and walked in purposefully.
"Uncle Remus?" he called out, expecting to see the older man sitting at his desk.
"He's not here." Hermione noted. She then spotted something on the table beside her. A piece of parchment. Picking it up, she furrowed her brows questionably as she read out loud, "North tower- 1:45 tonight." She looked up to the curious faces of Ron and Harry. "What do you suppose he did this for?" she asked, handing the parchment to Harry.
Harry shook his head, handing the parchment to Ron after reading it. "I dunno. But I do know that we will be there tonight as well."
"Well, then, come on. Let's go catch up with Snape and follow him." Ron said, looking up from the parchment. The trio rushed out the door and ran after their Potion's master.
Pretty soon, they were running through Hogwarts dungeons, keeping a safe distance between Snape and themselves. Suddenly, Snape started to slow down and Harry, Hermione, and Ron watched with bewilderment when the older man suddenly clutched his forearm, seeming to be in pain. A few seconds later, he shook his arm and continued to walk straight into his classroom.
Hermione and Harry exchanged looks. "Snape's acting weird." Hermione said softly.
"Shh," Ron hissed suddenly, turning their focus on him. He indicated to the door Snape just walked in. Actually, now it was the door Snape walked out. They waited in silence until they saw him round another corner before they emerged from the shadows they were hiding in. Harry led them to Snape's classroom, opening the dungeon door cautiously and slowly. He peaked in then pushed it open even more and walked in.
"Where are you going, Harry?" Ron asked puzzled as he saw his friend walk with quick strides to the front of the class. His question was answered by the knob of Snape's office door being turned and Harry marching in. Hermione and Ron were quick to follow. "Snape's hiding something, I just know it." Harry muttered to them, "And we're going to find out what it is."
Inside his office, they found themselves looking straight at jars of lizards, spiders (from which Ron heaved a great shudder), eyes extracted from unidentified creatures to Harry, and many other strange things. The small room reeked faintly of a stench similar to rotting eggs. Not needing words to understand Harry initial intention of coming in here, the trio rapidly began to search through parchment, desk drawers, and cabinet drawers for anything they may believe to be of some importance to their curiosity.
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At Godric's Hollow, James, Lily, the Queen, Madison, Molly and Arthur, Patrick and Cynthia, and Elizabeth and Stephan were all seated at in the dining hall eating their breakfast. Lily and James were having a hushed conversation away from the rest of them.
"I had a dream last night." Lily whispered, stealing a gaze over towards the rest of the people to see if they were listening.
"Really?" asked James.
"Well, I guess you could call it a dream." said Lily, brows furrowing. "It was almost like I was actually there."
At this, James' eyes narrowed questioningly. "What was it about?"
Lily bit her lip, staring pensively at a vase of flowers in front of her. "Well…it was- it was like…" she broke off; squeezing her eyes shut thoughtfully, "I wish I could remember correctly. It's a little blurry now; I can't recall everything. I seemed to have lost my train of thought." she said apologetically.
James just shrugged, giving her a small smile, "It's all right." He went back to his breakfast.
Lily looked up towards the ceiling, "But I do remember a feeling I had when I woke up this morning."
"Like what?" asked James, staring at her once again.
She licked her lips. "I guess if I could sum it up all into one word, it would have to be: familiarity. I can't help but bear the strangest feeling that I've…that I've experienced this dream once before."
"You said you can't recall everything from the dream…might you recognize any emotions you may have been feeling?" questioned James, becoming rather intrigued by all this.
"Well…I guess I remember being curious…then I would switch to being frightened…and then I remember being in a tremendous amount of pain." Lily shook her head, "That it's I guess."
A frown line appeared between James' eyebrows as he took in everything and thought about it. "I don't know what it could have been." he said.
Lily just shrugged and started up on her breakfast again, followed by James. And soon, the conversation was lost within the depths of both their minds.
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After breakfast was finished, Lily, Elizabeth, and the Queen all walked out of the dining hall and down towards the doors to the outside. They had planned on taking a long walk through the garden, mostly to keep the Queen's mind off of her dear late husband.
Something caught Lily's eye on their way out. Right next to the large outside door, there was a large cherry wooded table that usually held a vase of some sort of flowers. Today, it held a light blue vase with bright, cheery daffodils, foreshadowing the marvels and glorious sights of what someone were to see if they walked just outside into the pleasant garden. But the flowers weren't what caught Lily's eye. Today, beside just a full vase, there was a small, cream colored, crisp envelope with blood red writing on it. It looked like all four sides and corners of it had been placed atop a candle, for they appeared burnt.
Lily stopped, causing Elizabeth and the Queen to turn to face her curiously. "All right, Lily?" asked Elizabeth.
"Yes, yes I'm fine," replied Lily, "You two go on. I have to give this letter to James." she answered, holding up the letter which, in clear cursive writing, shown the words: "King James Potter".
"You go on, dear," said the Queen, a small smile on her face, "Elizabeth will keep me in good company."
Lily smiled and replied, "Have fun." And then she was off down the other way.
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Lily reached the door to James' study within minutes, curiosity ebbing its way into her mind. What could the letter possibly contain?
Entering the room, she called out, "James?"
"Yes?" replied James, turning around in his chair.
Lily held out her hand, showing the letter to him. "It's a letter." she said a bit redundantly. "I saw it on a table by the outside doors."
James took the letter from her. "That's funny." he muttered, "Why didn't the owl come to me?"
"I don't know," answered Lily. She had a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. The blood red ink was giving off a strange vibe.
James fingered the edges of it, "The only time I saw a letter like this was the time my father received a letter from…" he broke off, snapping his head up to meet Lily's eyes. They exchanged panicked looks and turned their eyes back to the letter at hand.
"You don't think…" whispered Lily.
James shook his head, "Only one way to find out." He began to open the envelope. He took the letter in his hands. His eyes narrowed as they skimmed the letter.
"What does it say?" asked Lily, walking over to his side. She read it and all the color drained from her face.
"'Peace is temporary" James read out loud.
"It's him," Lily said with dread.
James stayed silent for a moment, then, pursed his lips together in a very McGonagall-like fashion and stood up. "It's rubbish. It has to be."
Lily did a double take. "What do you mean, 'It's rubbish'? It is not rubbish. This letter is from Voldemort!"
James didn't even flinch. "Lily, this is just some cruel joke someone is playing on us. The whole kingdom. I bet that person wants to get us all riled up…well, we've one-upped him. The kingdom is not foolish enough to believe it."
"James," exclaimed Lily, looking astonished at her husband. "You know it's from Voldemort."
"Voldemort's dead, Lily!" James, for once in his life, shouted at her.
Lily looked struck for a moment. Then, said quietly, "You don't know that. None of us know that. You told me that you only saw Voldemort disappear. James, there is a huge chance that he may still be alive."
James sat down at his desk and began to do some parchment work, his back turned towards Lily, "Come on…you don't really believe that." Without waiting for an answer, he said in a snappish voice, "Now, please excuse me, I'm very busy here."
Lily widened her eyes at him. Never before had he been so short with her. This wasn't like him.
She left the room with a heavy heart, snatching the note up to study some more. If James wasn't going to worry about it, she sure was.
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Somewhere far away, in a dark, dank room, two people stood, one towering over the other.
"Have you delivered it?" said the larger man.
"Aye, sir." stated the other man nervously.
"Excellent…and the other?"
"Y-yes, sir. It's all going to plan." The man shuffled his feet.
The tall man smirked evilly. Then, abruptly changed expressions and glared.
The other man gulped and then said, "Wh-when are we doing…the…other thing?"
"Tonight," the man snapped, hissing angrily as he fingered his wand threateningly, "And no mistakes."
The man shook his head so fast back at forth you thought his head would snap, "N-n-n-no mistakes." He agreed.
"Good," he hissed, "Now go…you know what to do."
"Y-yes. Yes sir." said the other man, backing slowly out the door until he reached a door and opened it, breaking into a fast run.
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That night at Hogwarts, Harry lie wide awake in his bed, waiting until the right time to get up and meet Hermione downstairs.
He heard noise over at Ron's bed and looked over. Ron was sitting up slowly, turning his face to look over at Harry. They exchanged nods and both got out of bed. Harry ran over to his trunk and pulled out his father's beloved invisibility cloak.
They both froze as Neville snorted suddenly in his bed. Neville inhaled deeply then snorted again and rolled to his side, fast asleep. Harry and Ron let out the breaths they had been holding.
"Come on," whispered Ron, "Hermione is probably waiting for us downstairs."
Harry nodded and the two snuck quietly out the room. As they reached the common room, Harry found that Ron was right and Hermione was sitting in one of the comfier chairs, writing something on some parchment.
She turned her head, sensing someone was coming downstairs. "Oh, good. I thought you two might have fallen asleep." said Hermione in a relieved tone.
"Nope," answered Harry, holding up his invisibility cloak. "Come on," he looked at his watch, "It's almost 1:45."
They all fit under the cloak and walked out the portrait hole, ignoring the fat lady's indignant comments.
They walked as quiet and quick as humanly possible towards their destination. Once they reached the tower, they looked around, spotting a man sitting near the ledge of the tower's window. Even without seeing his face, Harry knew it was Remus. The three walked to a place near a wall so they would be able to view the scene discreetly.
Within a few minutes, Snape entered. Harry held his breath, wondering what all this could be about. Remus turned his head when he noticed Snape in the room. Harry cringed seeing Remus' face so pallid and sick-looking. It must be near another full moon.
"Can we hurry along, Snape?" asked Remus in a weak voice. "I'd like to get back to bed as soon as possible. I'm not feeling too well if you get my drift."
Snape's face almost broke out into a smirk as he said, "Oh yes, I know all too well. Did you get the potion?" he asked in a stiff voice.
Remus nodded, "Thank you."
Snape's lip curled, brushing off the comment. "Anyways, I don't have much for you. They didn't reach for me in this week. All I know is something is happening this very night."
"Tonight!?" exclaimed Remus standing up and turning towards the window, looking out it. He then looked over at his shoulder before turning back around again, "You mean, there will be bloodshed tonight?!"
"I didn't say it would be a raid!" snapped Snape. "You think they would be foolish enough to do something like that? And without Him!"
"I don't know," replied Remus in a hard tone, "I'm not as chummy with them as you are."
Snape brushed off that comment as well, "I only heard things around. I don't know exactly what is happening tonight; obviously they did not need me or they would have summoned me. All I know is something is happening tonight and it is very important."
Remus rubbed his eyes feebly, let out an anguished sigh, "Anything else?"
"I'm due for a meeting tomorrow night. I'll know more by then." replied Snape.
Remus nodded, "I'll be sure to inform them before tomorrow."
"Meet me up here again the night after next and I'll be able to give you more." said Snape.
"I won't be able to." said Remus in a serious tone.
Comprehension dawned on Snape's face. He then glared and said, "Fine, five nights from now, same time, same place." With that, he stalked out the room and down the stairs.
Remus sighed again and left, muttering to himself, "Owlry."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron appeared out from the cloak.
"I think we've stumbled on to something a little bigger than we are familiar with." Hermione broke the silence.
"What do you think they were talking about?" asked Ron, his eyes wide, "I've never seen Snape and Remus act so civil towards one another…well, at least I've never seen Snape act so civil towards Remus."
"It must be something huge for them to actually work together," said Hermione in a thoughtful voice.
"I wonder whom they meant by 'Him'."
"And what is going on tonight?"
"Harry," said Ron, looking over at the silent Harry who was staring out the window up at the moon, "what do you think?"
"I think," replied Harry in a serious tone, not turning his head away from the moon, "my mum was hiding something from us last week."
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The next morning was absolute chaos at Godric's Hollow. James and Lily were woken up by a guard barging into their chambers.
"Your Highness, you're needed in the large meeting hall as quick as can be." said the guard, rushing out the room as quickly as he came.
Lily and James both got out of bed and threw their cloaks around them. They rushed down to the hall and found themselves face to face with Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge the newest Minister of Magic, Remus who was looking quite weak, and the rest of the Order that was available.
"What's all this about?" asked James, taking a seat at the end of the table, Lily taking his right side.
"Stunning, sire, absolutely stunning," said Fudge. "Trouble at the Ministry last night."
"What? What happened?" asked Lily.
"Arthur what on earth happened last night?" demanded James.
"There were several attempted escapes last night at Azkaban prison." explained Arthur.
"No one escaped, did they?" asked James.
"No, sir…" Arthur went on but it all went unnoticed to Lily.
Color drained from her face. The note.
She felt inside her cloak pocket in secretly pulled out the letter from yesterday. There was another inscription that wasn't there yesterday.
"'Domo domare domui domitum carcer'" she whispered to herself. "Latin."
"Pardon?" asked Arthur.
Lily looked up and shook her head, "Nothing, just mumbling to myself."
Arthur nodded his head and began talking once again.
Lily stole another look at the letter once again before stuffing it back into her cloak.
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The day at Hogwarts wasn't too much better. The trio walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, noticing a few absences from the teacher's table.
"Where's Dumbledore and Remus?" wondered Hermione.
"And McGonagall and Flitwick." voiced Ron.
"This is weird. Do you think it has something to do with what Snape said last night?" asked Harry.
"I don't know." answered Hermione.
Suddenly, Snape stood up at the staff's table and it immediately became very quiet in the Hall. He curled his upper lip at the students and said, "Due to an inevitable incedent last night, Headmaster Dumbledore and Deputy Headmistress McGonagall will be absent for a few days."
Murmurs broke out all around until Snape hissed, "Silence." There was silence. He went on, "As it is, I will be taking Headmaster Dumbledore's place for the time being. That is all." He sat back down and the murmurs broke out again.
"Have you read the Daily Prophet today?" asked George as he, Fred, and Lee Jordon sat down next to Ron.
Harry shook his head. "Why? What's going on?"
George pulled out his copy and tossed it on the table. The chilling sight of one cell in Azkaban with a few Ministry officials surrounding it met Harry's eyes. Above the moving picture, the words, "Attempted Breakout at Azkaban" stood out like a sore thumb.
Harry snatched up the letter fiercely and looked closer at it. Hermione leaned in to read along as Harry read aloud, "Yesterday night at 2:32, Azkaban prison was the address of utter chaos. At least twenty prison cells seemed to be tampered with rendering useless as of now. Several suspects are in the Ministry's custody for questioning. As of now, no new information is being given out, but we have managed to get one quote from Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, and Supreme Mugwump:
"This incedent is most bewildering and unsuspecting. However, bear no concern for the Ministry, the Kingdom of Godric's Hollow and the Order of the Phoenix have teamed up to clear this matter at hand out."
Harry broke off and looked up at Fred. "What's the Order of the Phoenix?"
"It's and group that captures Death Eaters in hiding." replied Fred.
"That's what Sirius and the Patils are doing right now." supplied George.
"Do you think we should send your parents a letter, Harry, to ask how things are going? If anyone knows about this, it would be your father." asked Hermione.
Harry was still a bit put out about the fact that his mother had lied to him. "They probably won't tell me anything." He paused, "I've got a better idea. Let's sneak into Snape's office again. Breakfast won't end for another twenty minutes, which means Snape won't be in his office for awhile."
Ron and Hermione agreed and got up with Harry, paying no heed to the stares Harry got as the latest gossip within the Daily Prophet spread amidst the student body.
Once they reached the Potion's room, they set their books and parchment at their regular seating, for as luck would have it…well, it actually would have to depend on your perspective of things…they had Potions first that morning.
They headed into the office and immediately began to shuffle around. Harry looked through parchment on and in his desk. He saw results from their previous test and was very tempted to sneak a peak, but remembered the importance of this situation.
"Letter to mother…no…ingredients for sleeping drought…no…" mumbled Harry, sifting through the parchments.
"Find anything yet, Harry?" asked Ron, his face inside a cabinet.
"No," replied Harry, "How 'bout you, 'Mione?"
"Not yet," responded Hermione, glancing warily at a frog floating inside a clear glass jar on Snape's shelves.
"Potion for the sick at heart…no…'How to Stop a Pink Flying Unicorn From Eating Your Azeleas'…no…'The Powers of a Spirit Keeper'…no…" Harry broke off, looking at a decaying piece of parchment in his hand, "Hang on…" Hermione and Ron turned around to face him, both having eager looks upon their faces, "
"'Had a lot of success of deceiving them. They trust me once again.'" Harry broke off his reading of a letter Snape had written to someone to exchange astonished looks with Hermione. Ron looked between the two of them with confusion.
"He was lying yesterday night." breathed Hermione. "Whatever he was telling Remus, he lied."
"I don't know…but one thing is for sure…He's hiding something." Said Ron.
"Maybe it's all a misunder-," but Harry never finished what he was about to say, the rest of his words dying in his throat. His face drained of color and he stood shakily up.
"What…are…you…doing…here." snarled Snape in a furious voice.
"I-we…er…we were…er…" Hermione stuttered, moving closer to Harry and Ron.
"Get out of my office." said Snape in a deathly quiet tone, his voice quaking with complete and utter fury.
They didn't need telling twice. They broke out into a full-fledged hurtle, wanting to be the first one out of their angry Potion Master's sight.
All through the Potion's session, neither of them uttered a single word the exception being Ron's whispered question to Harry right before their class started.
"Should we tell someone about this?"
"No, let's keep it to ourselves for now." responded Harry, "No need to cause a big thing out of what may be something tiny."
Ron nodded, content with that answer.
After Potion's class, Hermione dragged them off to the library with minimal arguments. The only protest Ron gave was, "We've been studying since October." And that was it.
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A few months had gone by. Life at Godric's Hollow was calm. After the Azkaban incedent had been straightened out, the kingdom strived to go back to normalcy. Lily, though, still had doubts about the attempted breakouts. She had listened in on her husband's secret meetings with Fudge and Dumbledore and it turned out that all the tampered cells within Azkaban had been the cells of previous Death Eaters.
This information only increased the fear in Lily. And what she had discovered about that letter didn't help. The day she found the other inscription on the letter, Lily drug out some of her old books, including her Latin translation book.
After interpreting the text, Lily was able to read, "'breakout prison'" on the letter as well as the other stuff.
James had apologized to Lily soon after she had told him about the letter and was reluctantly admitting that maybe this had been Voldemort's doing. She accepted his apology, but that didn't mean she was accepting his weird behavior. She just couldn't get it out of her mind that James had looked so furious that day he had blown up at her.
With all these thoughts buzzing constantly around inside Lily's mind, she walked slowly through the castle towards her chambers, looking forward to a nice long nap. She needed to rest as much as she could now, for in a few days she wouldn't be getting much of it.
She entered her chambers, finding it empty. Lily was about ready to lie on her bed when something caught her eye. A letter on her nightstand. She didn't know how long it had been there, but she was sure that it looked very similar to the letter she received earlier. The same cream colored envelope with blood red print. Except, instead of 'King James Potter' written on it, the print read 'James and Lily' and on the top right corner, the letters 'Sirius' stuck out.
Lily smiled happily, forgetting all about the uncanny similarity between the two letters as she reached out to pick it up. But then, she suddenly let a gasp of pain erupt from her mouth, forgetting about the letter entirely. Clutching her stomach protectively, she shouted, "JAMES!"
Nothing.
"JAMES!!!" she screamed louder, opening her chambers door and looking around the room. No sign of James.
She turned back around and walked down the corridor, searching anywhere for anyone. She felt another pain in her stomach.
"James, where are you?" she tried again. This time, she received an answer.
"Lily?" a voice called from behind.
She snapped her head around and saw her husband and Stephan walking towards her, anxious looks upon their faces.
She breathed in deeply and said, "It's time."
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A/N- oh my. That was fun to write. I hope it was fun to read as well. I want to thank everyone who reviewed and everyone who read it.
And a note to Raven Potter Weasley and to all my fans out there- Don't worry, Sirius will be back soon! Very soon!
And I wanted to thank American Mione one more time for her pointer on the last chapter. I fixed the mistake!
Now, off to the previews:
*"Easy does it, Lils."
*"Lily?" "Matthew, Sarah?"
*"Hey hey! Guess who's ba- Lily?"
*"Harry, I need to speak with you."
*"You go first, Harry."
*"Harry?" Harry turned his head and his jaw promptly dropped.
*"Mum, dad!" "Say hello to Lydia."
*"I know you lied to me."