Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or anything that has ever been mentioned in the Harry Potter books does not belong to me. I would like to own them, and make billions of dollars every year, but the only thing in this story that is mine is my plot, if you can call it one. I am simply one of those very sad people who obsess over something that isn't real. So please, don't sue me, all I have that is of any value is a cello and a computer. Thank you for your time.

Chapter Two

Around six months passed from that night. James and Lily, even though they lived in relatively the same part of London, didn't meet each other, nor did Lily and Arabella have another run in with Remus at St. Mungo's. They seemed to be normal, but anyone who knew them well could have figured out easily that something was wrong. James refused point blank to start dating again, and whenever Remus or, more usually, Sirius had tried to set him up with someone, he would barricade himself in his room, and start going over the scrapbook he had of pictures of himself and Lily, taken while they were dating.

Both Sirius and James were being worked to the bone by their Quidditch coach. They had gotten all the way to the finals of their division, and then had lost, in a pathetic 420-50 match. Their coach, Jeffrey Wood, had been furious, and so had ordered them all to come to a month long back breaking training course during their off-time. No one had been happy, but after today, it was finally over. James would miss it, however. Quidditch was the only thing that could keep his mind off of Lily.

He headed back to the showers, when he heard someone say the name Lily Evans. He glanced up, and saw that it was David Roboto, one of his teammates. David was a beater, and had always seemed nice, if a little distant. David's voice jarred James out of his thoughts, however.

"I think I'm going to ask her tonight. We've been dating for around a year, and, you know, I think I really love her."

Now John Celingway, one of the other chasers, broke in. "So, Lily Evans. She seemed nice enough when you introduced me to her. But are you sure this is who you want to spend your life with?"

"Oh, without a doubt," David answered. "She's just, well, perfect. She's everything that I could have ever hoped for, and more."

Both of them walked on, laughing quietly. James stood glaring at them, his fists balled. So it seems Lily Evans had gone on with her life. Perhaps it was time to do the same.

Lily sat at her vanity, staring at herself in the mirror as she twisted her diamond ring around her finger. She hadn't expected him to propose, and she still wasn't sure that she had made the right choice.

Suddenly, Arabella rushed into the room. "Lily, oh my god, I just heard the most disturbing rumor. Someone said that What's-his-face proposed, and that you accepted, and so I decided to come back and make sure it wasn't true, and I'm glad that it isn- OH MY GOD!"

She had caught sight of the ring, and was now running over to examine it. "Lil, I can't believe it. How? But, James…"

Lily glared at her. "James and I are finished. What he thinks or does doesn't matter to me anymore. It's over."

Arabella gazed at her friend sadly. "You and I both know that that isn't true."

Lily glared up at her friend. "Well, it could as well be. He doesn't care anymore, so why should I?"

"How do you know he doesn't care?"

"I JUST DO! Now will you please stop and leave me alone. I have a lot to do before I can go off and spend the month with my parents."

Arabella left her friend, muttering something that sounded liked, "If you want to ruin your life, go ahead, but please, take pity on James."

If either of them had been paying attention, they would have noticed a large black dog sitting under Lily's open window, grinning smugly, if a dog could grin.

Sirius entered the flat whistling, which was not particularly usual for him (unless he was drunk or had had far too much chocolate.) He went over to James, who was hunched over in an armchair moping about how Lily was going to marry David and live happily ever after. Sirius dropped a bunch of papers that looked like bills in James's lap.

"Sirius, what that hell are these for? I'm upset, my ex-girlfriend is marrying someone I work with every day, and the electric and water bills were sent off a week ago. What is this?"

" This is the bills to rent a house in a muggle town for a month. You're stressed, I'm stressed, and I bet Remus is stressed. We need a break."

Remus interrupted, "Sirius, this sounds an awful lot like work. Some of us have to work all day, and dislike doing it on our holidays. Not all of us are blessed and able to play on broomsticks to make money."

"But I'm not good at working, Remmie-poo. And you wouldn't want me to be unhappy, would you?" replied Sirius, batting his eyelashes like a lovesick schoolgirl.

James had to hold back Remus from strangling Sirius, and choked out laughing, "Sirius, you can flirt with Remus when I'm not here. Although, if most of the girls at school saw this, they would be heartbroken. I never imagined that you two would become gay lovers."

Remus and Sirius stopped, and while Remus started to attack James for suggesting such a dastardly thing, Sirius stood in a corner chanting about how utterly and completely sickening that idea was.

By the time they had given up, James had decided to ask the important question. "Sirius, where are we going? I mean, knowing you, it's probably some run down shack at the other end of the world, were Remus and I will freeze our asses off while you shag some Eskimo girl senseless. So where is it?"

"No where that drastic. I like that Eskimo idea though. Has some potential. But we are going to a little town called Little Whinging, in Surrey. We are staying at number 5, Privet Drive."

AACK! I'm sooooooooo sorry for not updating. I had writer's block, and then I have the play, cause it's performance week, and I'm exhausted!

Since it seems to be confusing people, no, Sirius and Remus are not gay. They have never been gay. They will never be gay. Sirius likes Arabella, remember? It just struck me as the kind of thing Sirius and James would do when bored.

Please, go review. It's been scientifically proven that reviewing releases a protein based nucleic acid that speeds up the writing process. (Right)

I'll accept any kind of review, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't do a flame. I find them pointless and disrespectful. I'm not saying you have to respect me, but I do think you should respect anyone who is brave enough to put their work up on enough so that you don't go around giving anonymous flames. Plus, getting flames makes me angry enough so that I flame back, which is fun. (evil grin)

To answer my beloved reviewers-

Mika Rieu- oh, be nice to poor Lily. She's just scared.

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Peace,

Sally