A/N: AHH! I'm so sorry, I hate not updating.. I was pulling my hair out over this chapter! I have so much to write, I just need to organize it into when I'm writing it. Make sense? Blah. I'm dedicating this story to my reviewers, because you guys are pure wonderful. Thanks so much!

I just read over the last chapter and found so many mistakes, but I guess that's what I get for writing in such a hurry :0) So here it is, you guys, the next chapter.. Oh, and I know that in the first movie it says James played as a seeker, but JK said he played as a chaser in an interview, and im sticking with that.

Lily spent her day relaxing, laying in front of the fire with Alli and doing homework. The Common Room wasn't too crowded for a Sunday, and that was fine with them.

James had called for a Quidditch practice; he had been made captain of the Gryffindor team in his fifth year, and played as a Chaser. Sirius was a beater on the team, so he was at practice. Remus was in the library, and Peter had gone somewhere mysteriously.

"Who was the goblin who killed all those house elves?" Alli yawned.

"Um," Lily yawned too. "Murg the Murderous. I have to meet with Dumbledore in a few minutes, so I'm gonna run upstairs and get my sweatshirt, because I'm cold." Alli nodded, still bent over her homework.

When Lily ran to her room, she was distracted by a light 'tap tap tap' on the window. She turned around and gasped; Sitting on the outside sill was a large, beautiful owl. Its feathers, all shades of brown, were breathtaking. She opened the window and took from the owl a small wrapped box with her name in it.

Opening the brown paper, there was a small pink box with a lily carved on it. She saw a piece of paper sticking out of it and discovered it was a note.

"I know it's late, but it took me a while to finish it. Merry Christmas."

It was signed with a heart. When she opened the box, she let out a faint gasp. It was a necklace, on a delicate silver chain. The charm was a crescent moon, and it seemed to be made out of stained glass. Looking closer, Lily realized that it had probably come form the rocks on the shore James had shown her. It was so smooth! She grinned and put it on, pleased to see the charm went right over her heart.

She barely took notice of the people saying hello to her on her way to the Great Hall. She opened the door and entered a small room filled with comfy furniture, bookshelves, and a roaring fire. Her gaze fell right on James, whose gaze fell on her necklace. She sat down next to him and whispered "It's beautiful, thank you." before turning her attention to her headmaster.

"I'm glad to see you two are getting along these days. Miss Evans, James mentioned you said something about a ball; It would be a lot of work on your behalf, are you sure you want to do that?"

"Not really," Lily said, now not sure of herself, something that didn't happen often. "It was just an idea I tossed around. I was thinking about having one on Valentine's day, it's on a Saturday this year. And the week before that we could let everyone go to Hogsmeade." She paused and turned to James, who gave her a confident smile.

"Let's see," James said, pulling a calender off a bookshelf next to him. "Today is Sunday, January 10th. That gives us a few weeks, but I think we could arrange it in time." He looked up at Lily and she smiled at the anxious-little-boy expression on his face. "It's an excellent idea, let's do it."

"Sure," she said, smiling. He always made her smile; she was hopeless. Then she turned to Dumbledore, serious. "Professor, I- "

"This is not the place, Lily." His usually twinkling eyes were hard. "Ask no questions, James knows my plan."

She looked from one to the other and dropped the subject. How had Dumbledore known what she was going to ask? He never ceased to amaze her.

The rest of the meeting was tedious and ended very quickly.

"I'll walk you up?" James said, smiling at her. "Or, unless.." His gentle smile suddenly turned into a smirk; He was up to something, this much was obvious.

Lily raised an eyebrow. "Unless?"

"Are you hungry?"

Her stomach growled. "A bit," she said, and he laughed.

"Come with me."

Famous last words.

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"I don't believe this," Lily whispered. "James, where the bloody hell are we?" James had dashed to the kitchen, but come back empty handed, and then led her to an odd room that she could have sworn wasn't there a moment before. Inside was a small table set for two, set with a tray of cakes and tea. A silver bucket sat next to the table, with a large bottle of butterbeer on ice in it. Despite the ice, the bottle was smoking. And a little to the left of that was a table set with a buffet like none Lily had ever seen; so many different foods!

She looked over the rest of the room and couldn't stop the childish grin that came on her face. The carpet was a deep red, and long flowing white curtains hung from the windows. Besides that, the room was empty.

"Welcome," he said with a flourish, "To the Room of Requirement. It's a nifty little room Sirius and I found. Though, when Sirius brings his dates here, the room looks quite different. You see, the room holds whatever you need or want it to at the time. I thought we could use a quiet little place to eat. And talk." He was looking at her like he was waiting for her approval. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. He grabbed her and pulled her closer, and she almost opened her eyes in surprise when she felt his tongue sweep her lips and enter her mouth.

'Woah,' she thought. 'He's never done that before...' He broke off eventually and smiled at her, his cheeks red.

"Hungry?" he asked, sitting down and pouring them both a drink. Lily backed into the wall so she wouldn't fall over. Damn, he made her dizzy.

"You bet," she said with a shaky laugh and sat down. "Wow, pancakes? They're my favorite, but they need... Oh geez, strawberries, there they are! This is amazing. Where did the food come from?" She realized she was carrying on like she hadn't eaten in days, but she didn't care.

"House elves," he said, his mouth full of chicken. "I told them we'd like a small display of our favorite foods.. They're always so happy to help. Though I never got how they knew what our favorite foods were." She stared at him with her mouth gaping open; he had just told her all of that while stuffing his mouth with food.

"You don't go on many dinner dates, do you?" she asked laughing.

He stopped. "Huh?"

"Never mind," she said, grinning to herself. They ate in silence for a moment before she spoke again. "Before I came to the meeting, did Dumbledore say anything about my dreams?"

He put down his fork and stared at the table. "You know, he didn't say anything outright, but I think he did. He actually sand a little song. 'Though it closes at eight, tonight we must meet. You know the way there, so move your feet. At the stroke of ten, cluck like a hen.' He's such an odd old man."

"No," Lily gasped, her eyes positively glowing. "He's a genius. The Three Broomsticks closes at eight, and you know the way. He wants us to meet him at ten... But, cluck like a hen?" she laughed. James joined her, and soon they were hysterical. Lily had a fleeting image of Dumbledore in his purple robes, squatting and clucking like a hen, bobbing his head in the motion.

Finally they settled down, and Lily noticed a clock on the wall. It was a gold sun, and the numbers were engraved on small gold stars. She was staring at it for a minute before she noticed-

"James," she gasped. "It's 9:30!"

"Shit," he muttered, quickly cleaning up. "Follow me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room and down a staircase, then he pulled aside a tapestry and inside the hidden nook inside. "Stay here," he said breathlessly. "I'll be right back." And with that reassuring grin, he was gone.

Lily just looked down at her hand. He had grabbed her hand, and they had fit so well together. 'What an odd thing to notice,' she realized. 'Here I am, in a hiding place, out of breath and about to break out of the school to run to Hogsmeade for a drink with my mad headmaster, and all I can think about is how my hand in his felt so right.' Then she laughed out loud.

15 minutes later, James still wasn't back. She was about to peer out when suddenly the tapestry moved aside, presumably by nobody. She was about to scream when a hand firmly covered her mouth and James appeared out of nowhere. Oh, that damn cloak.

He led her to a different passage this time. It was hidden behind a mirror. Twenty minutes later, Lily found herself opening a door and looking at an alley in Hogsmeade. She waited for James to stash his map and cloak, and then he joined her, taking her hand and guiding her up the street. A few people were still roaming the streets, shopping, holding hands and smiling, cheeks red from the cold. Lily realized her and James probably looked something like them. She smiled and squeezed his hand. He gave her a curious look, grinned, shook his head, and kept walking.

When they got to the Three Broomsticks, they came face-to-face with a problem; Madam Rosmerta was apparently big on security, because the door was gone. The windows were boarded and the place looked like a ruin. They wouldn't have even known it was the right place if they didn't recognize its surroundings.

"DAMMIT," James muttered, kicking the wall. But Lily was peering closely at a portrait hung on the wall.

"Curious," she whispered. It was a large portrait of Cornelius Fudge, and the Ministry of Magic seal was under him. Then she grinned.

"Bucock," she whispered.

"Come again?" James looked at her like she was insane. Maybe she was, she thought. Then she really became hysterical.

"BOK BOK BUCKOCK!" the portrait disappeared into the wall, and an opening appeared. It kept growing larger and larger, until it was big enough for them to walk through.

"'Cluck like a hen', that would be the key." she said with a wink, and walked right through the opening. James gaped after her, until she stuck her hand back out and pulled him in with her.

Madam Rosmerta was waiting for them at the bar. "Right this way, you're expected."

Lily smiled at her. "I like your security measures," she said.

Rosmerta grinned. "Not too many people recognize what a chicken Fudge is, so I figure it's a safe way to keep them out."She led them to a private parlor, where Dumbledore was merrily sipping hot chocolate. A bit of whipped cream had gotten into his beard, and Lily giggled. He smiled and wiped his face.

"I was worried James wouldn't interpret my song correctly," he said with that knowing smile. "But I was confident that he'd tell you, Lily, and you'd know." Then he laughed and held up his hands. "Please, sit and allow me to tell you what you must be told. We couldn't meet in the school, for I fear there may be some spies amongst us." They sat, Lily leaning on James and James taking her hands in his. "Don't be so nervous," Dumbledore continued. "As you both know by now, that James has connections to Godric Gryffindor. He is actually his great-great-great- grandson." Both James and Lily gasped, and then the old man continued. "Bryant Gryffindor's brother had a daughter, and she married a man named Potter. The Potters have kept their heritage quiet for years, James, and this is why you never knew your actual connections. As Bryant had no children before his death, they knew their heir and our savior would be coming from their line. Few descendants of Slytherin know who their real enemies are, which gives us an advantage. Though I know not what the prophecy made 300 years ago by Bryant himself stated, I know of a different one. One made shortly before your arrival at school." He paused and reached under the table, pulling out a big stone basin. He dipped his wand in it and a shadowy figure appeared. It revolved slowly and began to speak : "Dark times are approaching. A Dark Lord has been gaining strength, and in the next ten years he will reach his evil height. Our world as we know it will be altered, but alas, there is hope. The two destined ones, of different heritage but same past, will come together like they did once before in a different life. In coming together, they will be able to stop him. They will be powerful beyond knowledge. And they are our only hope."

A powerful silence followed, the air charged with electricity. "But it might not be-"Lily started, but Dumbledore lowered his head.

"It is the two of you. You are the prophets, I'm almost sure of it. I can't tell you how I know, not yet, anyway, but..." he trailed off.

James was staring at the table. "'In coming together', what does that mean?"

Dumbledore offered him a tired smile. "I can only guess, and my guess is that the two of you are more powerful together. You would have to work together in some way, to produce a way to defeat him."

"Do you know who 'he' is?" Lily asked, shaking.

"I am not at liberty to disclose such information, Lily, I'm truly sorry. I have told you all that I can, and I'm sorry, its not much more than you already knew. James, remember what we discussed about the names. You should be getting back to the school, get some sleep." With that, he gave them a twinkling smile, grabbed his basin, and exited the room. When James opened the door to go after him, he was already gone.

They silently exited the pub, nodding to Madam Rosmerta. They walked up the streets in silence, until something small, white, and cold came down to tenderly kiss Lily on the cheek before melting.

"James," she whispered, smiling for what felt like the first time in hours. "It's snowing. Oh, the snow is so beautiful." She held out her arms to catch the snow, but James grabbed them and put them around himself. Then he put his arms around her and began moving; They were slow-dancing in the snow.

She smiled and leaned into him, breathing in his scent. Lily knew she would be ok. Whatever destiny had in store for her, she had James by her side. She was no longer scared, no longer angry or anxious. If she had to fight some powerful being, she'd rather be with him than anyone else in the entire world.

"Um," she said, remembering something their headmaster had said. "What did he mean, remember about the names?" She didn't move from her position, just muttered into his chest. He smiled.

"Names have certain meanings. Dumbledore believes that names should be looked at more closely than just a label. For instance, Bryant means strong. And Lily means pure. Dumbledore is Old English for Bumblebee."

"What does James mean," she whispered into his chest. He hesitated, and she looked up at him; he was blushing! She raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Supplanter." he finally said. She laughed, a look of comprehension dawning on her face. "What?" he said.

"Well," she said. "A supplanter is someone who seizes the place or purpose of another. And you're taking Bryant's place, aren't you? Finishing his work. Supplanting him."

"I never thought of that," he said., kissing the top of her head. "Odd, how names turn out to be so accurate. Old Bumblebee was right."

Lily laughed. "And how is Dumbledore meaning Bumblebee accurate?"

"Because," James said, leading her back into the secret passage that would take them back to school. "Though our mad old headmaster usually 'buzzes along' and does his work, he really has a bit of a sting when it comes to fighting evil."

Another A/N: Ok, since I made you guys wait so long, you get an extra long chapter, hehe. And it's full of romance, now what? Haha. It took me a while to write that, hope you guys liked it! Tell me what you think ;0)

-Ria-