DEAD WRONG
By: AnG3L1c diVa-chan
Summary: Lily and James remember. They remember everything. About how they met each other, and how they fell in love. How life just went from dead wrong to right, in a matter of seconds and two kisses. It's about to go dead wrong again. Three-shotter. L/J
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13
AN: HIIII! This is the next part of DEAD WRONG. They should have an echo when it says that… I wonder if I can install that in my computer… hm… ok… read, read, read, read, review! See that's what you should do =D
Part Two: James
My arms still around her and a feeling of serenity washed over me. She was the only one who was able to do this to me. A time of peril in a house that no one knew about and I felt peaceful…
Everyone knew Voldemort was on the loose, gaining more and more power. Not everyone knew this, but he was after us. US, me and Lily… I don't know why… but if anything happened to her…
I don't know what I would do.
Sirius was going to be our secret-keeper. We performed the Fidelius Charm. I remember how Dumbledore told us that someone close to us might have been the spy and then suggested that he be the secret-keeper instead. I knew he meant well but Sirius was my best friend, and wouldn't I know if he suddenly joined Voldemort's army?
I chose Sirius and Lily agreed. There was nothing Dumbledore could do. That is, the night that they had performed the charm, Sirius persuaded me to choose Peter as the secret-keeper instead.
I didn't want to, obviously, Peter, although one of my best friends, always seemed a little… untrustworthy, but if Sirius thought him the man for the job, I would trust his judgment.
So we made Peter our secret-keeper and Sirius visits us at regular intervals. Remus had taken up a teaching job, however, he was a little apprehensive whether or not headmasters would allow him to teach or not, considering his state.
Now, the only way Voldemort can find out where we are, is if Peter goes out and tells him directly, otherwise he could be staring at us, nose pressed against the window, and wouldn't know we were sitting there!
And I trust Sirius, trusting Peter, so I know we're safe.
I was brought back to reality by Lily kissing my cheek. I turned to her, surprised and asked, "What was that for?"
She smiled and my heart did a flip-flop. "you just looked so cute," she answered and kissed me again.
I smirked. I knew she hated that. She rolled her eyes and I grinned. Then I raked a hand through my hair, which I also knew she hated.
Lily reached up and pinched my nose. "Stop that," she said, smiling.
"Kay," I said in a nasally voice because she was still holding my nose. She grinned and then ran a hand through my hair.
"Hey! How come you're allowed?" I asked, speaking normally for she let go off my nose.
"Because, sweetheart, I'm your wife." Lily said, smiling.
I froze. My wife. Lily was my wife.
I knew I shouldn't be acting like this but she was my wife, we were wedding legally, and had a 1 year old son named Harry. Even after two years, it's still pretty miraculous.
I remember our wedding. I had fallen into a restless sleep for about 2 hours and then woken up feverishly. You could say that I was nervous.
I was about to get married to the love of my life. The nervous thing? HELL YEAH.
I paced for a good amount of the night. Sirius came up to me around 2 in the morning and hit me with my broomstick.
It didn't get me to sleep, but it helped a bit. I think.
"Now, what are you thinking about?" Lily asked me.
"Why, you of course," I smirked and said, "And you must have been thinking about me, right?"
"Why, how did you know?" she grinned. "I was thinking about you -- where the best spot is to kick you, that is,"
I laughed. "Yes, I'm sure you already know," I grinned, "But then, Lily, darling, we wouldn't be able to have anymore children and Harry would become an only child."
I laughed more at her flush.
She rolled her eyes again. "Really, James, grow up a little why don't you?" Then she pulled out of my embrace and sat on a chair, cuddling little Harry in her arms.
I clutched my heart and fell to the floor in mock agony. "You're leaving me for him?" I whispered, pretending to be in great pain.
She did what I wanted; she laughed.
I got up and pulled Lily off the chair. I sat down first and then pulled Lily and Harry onto my lap.
Stroking her hair, I murmured into her ear, "You're wonderful, do you know that? Just wonderful."
She leaned into me and sighed, her eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on her face. Her beautiful face…
I remember when I first laid eyes on her. It was in first year; I had just ran through the barrier and was looking nervously at people. I couldn't find Sirius or Remus, anywhere. And then, I saw her.
She was looking as nervous as I felt (because James Potter does not look anything but wonderful) and it was obvious that she didn't know anyone. But then I turned and was spotted by Sirius Black, my best friend. We high-fived and then saw Remus, who was coming towards us. We then set out to him and picked him up. It was easy; Remus was easily the lighter of us three. Then we dropped him when he told us to.
Remus, on the floor, looked up at us with a strange look on his face. Sort of a mix between wonder, disbelief, and shock. Then at the same time, we all laughed. In the next five minutes, we had successfully threw 15 dungbombs at Malfoy and all thoughts of the strange pretty red-headed girl vanished.
Of course, I thought about her everyday afterwards. In third year, at Halloween, I made my way to her. She was about to sit at the table when I approached her.
She was alone, obviously looking for her friends.
I admit, I was a little arrogant then, and I didn't think she liked me very much, but I fancied her and started to flirt.
"Hi, I'm James Potter. Who are you?" then I winked. I almost laughed at the expression on her face. She was shocked, blushed, and then grew angry all at once.
"I'm Lily…" She whispered. I remember my stomach gave an odd flip-flop with she looked at me. Then her eyes narrowed. "But that's none of your business!" and promptly turned away.
I continued. "Lily? That's a pretty name. You're a pretty girl. Bet that's why it fits so well right?"
She went red. "Get lost!" she snapped and then faltered as she saw me grinning.
"I'm already lost," I paused and came a little closer. Her eyes went wide and she moved back a little. I could have laughed. "In you're eyes. You have very pretty eyes. You're a very pretty girl with a very pretty name. Did you know that, Lily?"
She opened her mouth to respond, probably snap again but I noticed a group of girls walking in the entrance and I saw them around Lily a couple times. They were probably her friends. She saw them as well and I heard her give a sigh of relief.
I slipped away quietly, grinning.
Transported back to the present time, with my arms around my wife, I noticed that she was crying.
"Lily!" My voice sounded shocked. "Why are you crying? Was it something I did? I'm so sorry, Lily, please don't cry." I hated it when people cried, especially when it was my wife. I tried to make her stop, to make her laugh.
"Lily, darling, do you remember when I took your diary?" This had always been a soft spot for her. She still couldn't believe I did that. And she should remember because we were just talking about it.
Her tears stopped much to my relief. She got up out of my arms. "Of course I remember that! How could you do that, James? That was a complete violation of my privacy!" She was still holding Harry tightly and her face with wet with past shed tears. Her hair was a little mussed and she looked beautiful. I couldn't help it. I was heads over heels in love with her. I thought she was beautiful everyday of the week. It didn't matter what she was wearing or how she did her hair.
Lily Evans—Potter would always be beautiful in my eyes.
"I know, Lily," I got up, ran a hand through my hair making her wince. I took Harry from her and looked at him.
"I'm sorry Lily, you don't know how sorry I am," I said softly. "Please don't cry," I looked up at her, pleading with my eyes.
"I won't," her voice was equally soft. "I'm sorry for making you worry. It's just that…" she looked at me, her eyes filling with tears again. I placed the now sleeping Harry in his crib and gathered Lily into my arms.
She cried. "It's just that I'm scared. I'm bloody scared, James. With Voldemort coming after us, what if something happened to you, or to Harry? How am I supposed to live with myself?" she buried her face in my shoulder and continued to cry.
I stroked her hair. "I should be the one to worry Lily, what if you get hurt? What am I supposed to do then? What if he kills you? What if…"
"If I die, James, I want you to look after Harry and to find someone else. You can't live your life alone." Lily looked up at me.
"No." I said, firmly. "I promise to look after Harry, of course, but I will not find someone else. No one can replace you, Lily, and I'm not going to try to." The very fact that she wanted me to make my heart twist.
"Alright…" her mumbled. "and I won't either."
"I wasn't asking you to," I said, feeling sorrow creep into my veins. It was distressing to be talking of such things.
"Come now, we should think of happier things, of happier times," she said and pulled me to the floor. Settling herself in the crook of my arm she smiled.
"Remember when Sirius wanted to be called 'Snuffles'?" she said.
I laughed. "Yeah, I do. He said that he was rather fond of the name and made us call him that."
We spent the entire night talking and laughing about the old times.
"Remember when you and Remus and Sirius and Peter decided to 'accidentally' bump into Filch with the Map so it would be confiscated?"
"And so that future mischief makers will experience the legacy," he added, laughing. "and we lost 50 points for making something so dangerous."
"But when Flitwick saw it, he awarded you 25 points for making something so spectacular!" Lily said, laughing as well.
"Yeah…" Lily looked at me and frowned thoughtfully.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her forehead to mine. "You look so sad." She said softly. "You should go out one day with Sirius and go down to the school and prank Professor McGonagall, or something."
I was touched. She wanted me to do something that she disliked because I was sad! I smiled. "Good idea, you need to come along with us to do the more difficult charms work."
She grinned. "I'm sure you could do it yourselves,"
"Don't you want to spend time with me?" I asked.
"I see you too much," she grinned, "I think it's bad for my health."
"Well, then, we're just going to have to forget about you're health then, aren't we, because I can't stand to be away from you for one second, Lily. Not one second." And then I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer, to prove my point.
"I know," and then she leaned forward, wanting a kiss. I gave her a kiss… on the forehead.
She pouted and looked adorably at me with the cutest eyes she could muster.
I laughed and kissed her quickly.
"Come on, my Lily Flower," I stood and picked her up, bridal style, "time for bed,"
She smiled softly and lay her head on my chest. In the bedroom, I changed into our pajamas while Lily looked over Harry, cooing at him.
I flopped on the bed staring at the ceiling. Lily joined me and I pulled her close.
"James… what are you thinking of?" she asked me.
"I'm remembering… Do you remember when Sirius got his motorbike? Just after we graduated." He smiled. "That was after you showed him that book on Muggle cars. And then he got obsessed about them."
She laughed quietly. "And then he took it apart, and found out how to make it work,"
"And then he put it back together and tweaked it,"
"so it could fly," We finished together. Then we laughed.
We fell into a deafening silence. Then, I asked something that I didn't think I would ever ask.
"Why did you marry me?"
Lily looked startled. "Why do you ask that?" she said uncomfortably.
"You could do so much better than me," I asked, my voice soft.
"I don't want to do better than you," she said, coming closing and then kissing me softly.
"But you could have." I pressed on, "You've had plenty of boyfriends, why did you choose me?"
"I love you," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I love you too," then I kissed her.
I remembered when I had first found out that I loved Lily. Lily Evans, back then.
She was sitting under the big tree in the grounds and just sitting all alone, her nose in some book.
Lily looked so lonely and so… so… studious it almost broke my heart.
I shook my head and grinned. It wasn't that she was studying… no… it was that she was alone and looked so beautiful.
But like I said before Lily Evans/Potter would always look beautiful in my eyes.
I flounced (not really flounced) up to her and said hi.
She ignored me. Then I knew that I was in love. Strange huh? But when she didn't reply, I felt this strange kind of twisting in my heart and it hurt like HELL.
So I was in love, and asked her out every opportunity I got. Of course she declined but a guy could hope right?
And then, in… sixth year I think, me and Sirius did something to get her mad, well, it was mostly me, but anyways, she chucked a book at me and looked quite horrified afterwards.
I picked up the book and how interesting, it was MY DIARY on it in nice big black block letters.
I knew I shouldn't have but curiosity got the better of me. I know, I know, I was in love with her (ever since fourth year) and this wouldn't help me much in the love department of my life.
I flipped a couple pages, looking for a recent entry. And then, BLAM I found one.
Dear Diary,
I know you already know of this but I just feel like I need to tell you again. You're the only one that knows this diary. I think… I think I'm falling in love with him. You know how he is, diary and I know think I need to tell you this again. But oh my, he just… confuses me so.
Oh, who was this she was talking about? I have to admit, I was getting pretty jealous over this mystery guy she was writing about in her diary. But then I read the next couple of lines…
He makes me feel so… different. He's… unique… he's so… so… I can't help it diary, how am I suppose to describe James Potter in a few paltry sentences.
I dropped the book, sure it was some sick joke just to raise my hopes. I looked at her and her eyes were wide and afraid. And then it hit me. She liked me! She was falling in love with me and I read her diary, totally screwed up her privacy.
She must hate me now, I remember thinking but again, curiosity took me by such force that I walked up to her, trembling and asked her, "Do you mean that, Lily?"
I called her Lily! Oh no… I had only been calling her Evans since third year. What would she think of me?
"Wha-wha-what?" she said shocked.
"I asked if you really meant that,"
"I-I-I do…" she said stammering.
I let out a breath of air. I knew it. I knew it. It was a joke. But then I saw her eyes fill with tears. She was about to cry. This was no joke.
I drew her into my arms. "Oh, god, Lily. Thank you."
Then, I kissed her lovingly and explained everything.
In third year, I told her that I had fancied her. In fourth year, I told her that I had fallen in love with her. When we returned to Hogwarts in our fifth year, I told her that I would have done anything if she had asked. And now… I told her that I loved her and that I would always love her and that I wanted her to be my girlfriend.
And then I kissed her again.
I listened to her soft breathing, as she fell into a peaceful sleep.
Lily was everything to me… She was not only my wife, but my best friend (excluding Sirius). She was my confident, my lover, and everything I've ever needed. I knew if it were just me and Lily, I could be happy.
We awoke the next morning and Lily yawned prettily.
"Hey there," I pulled her into my embrace.
"Uck, morning breath," she pushed me away playfully and I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my hair.
Half an hour later, we were fully awake and drinking coffee. Well, I was drinking coffee, Lily was checking on Harry and she said she'll join me later.
The day went by uneventfully but I had a nagging sense in my gut that something was about to go wrong. Dead wrong.
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Wow this chapter's long… like 3400 pages… which is nothing to some of you… =S oh well… anyways… next chapter is kinda short compared to this but it's the angsty part to this fic… makes me depressed… oh well… =)
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