A/N: Well sorry to everyone for the long wait... but my computer kind of...well...died. To be frank, it crashed, and with it took all of my saved documents, and of course all of my pictures that it had saved from my digital camera, annnnnd all of my hilarious ims that I saved. Fun fun. Right now I am on my moms computer, and will probably get kicked off in about like 3 seconds considering I am supposed to be cleaning. And I am not supposed to be on my mom's computer in the first place.........

In response to what CountessMel said, James' father is Minister of Magic, and the reason that they did not live in a strictly wizard neighborhood is because Mr. Potter believed that the closer he lived to muggles the more he would understand them. Also, he said that all wizards should be able to associate with muggles, because at one time in every wizard's life, they are going to get in a pickle with a muggle, and that they should be able to get themselves out of it. Think of it this way. He was very like Mr. Weasley.

Also, when I said it was two different times on the last chapter, I meant that it was 1:00. So sorry for that little mistake.

Okay, well enough of my babbling! Here is your chapter 6!

Chapter 6:

Lily's eyes grew steadily wider as she continued to read the letter.

"Oh my god, James! I never knew! I'm so sorry!" She said, looking at James with a look of deep concern.

"Don't be," James said. "I never knew her."

Lily looked at him, confused. "What do you mean? What happened to her?"

For the next hour, James and Lily talked to each other with more respect then they ever had in their whole life. It was almost like James wasn't in love with her and Lily didn't hate his guts.

James talked and talked, sometimes about Rose, sometimes not. It just made him feel better to talk to someone. About everything.

Lily was a wonderful shrink; she always had the right thing to say. Even if it was just an "uh huh" or a "wow" it was always the right thing.

James, after a while of talking, was wondering why Lily hadn't yelled at her yet, or taken off house points, or called her a prat. I mean she usually did one of those at least 10 times a day.

Lily, after a while of talking, was wondering why James hadn't asked her out yet. He did it at least once every other day, and it annoyed her. But now, James seemed much more down to earth. Much more. Right now, Lily liked talking to James.

I guess he really can be nice and intelligent, when he wants to be. Lily thought. How extraordinary.

After they had talked for close to an hour, they had run out of things to talk about. They just sat there, next to each other on the big velvet red couch, staring into the fire, enjoying each other's company. Lily didn't even notice that he had his arm around her.

Suddenly, the big clock struck 2 o' clock. They both jumped about a foot in the air. It was so quiet before, that the smallest of sounds could have surprised them.

"Well, I probably should be getting to bed," Said Lily, standing up. "We have classes in the morning, you know. I am a prefect and I am staying up past 2 o' clock," she continued, looking almost disgusted with herself. "If only Macgonagal knew..."

James looked at Lily with amusement. "You are so uptight. No one is going to catch you. And by the way, if you haven't remembered, we are allowed in the common room the whole night if our little hearts desire it. And if she questions it, we were studying. No one cares if we are up late in the common room, Lily. It's the 'dark scary castle' that they are worried about."

James suddenly got that excited look in his eyes that only a marauder could get.

"Oh, no," Said Lily. "We are not going to sneak out. No way."

"No one will see us, dear Lily. "

"And how can you be so sure, huh? Are all marauders just invisible to teachers? I think not."

"Actually, they are."

"Really?" said Lily with an amused look on her face. "And how is that?"

Lily's eyes grew larger than James had ever seen when he pulled a silvery object out of his pocket. (A/n: I know, an invisibility cloak could never fit into your pocket, but just bear with me here. Please... ï