Christmas was a blur except for when James told me to meet him outside Dumbledore's' office at 2 that afternoon.

He was there waiting when I arrived, and he only took my hand and said the password;

'Future unknown.'

'James—'

'I'll tell you in a minute.'

We climbed the staircase in silence, my free hand unconsciously rubbing my belly under my sweatshirt.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk when we walked in.

'Ah, I see you've arrived.'

'What's going on?'

'Lily, sit.'

I obeyed James and watched as he paced up and down, trying to find the right words. He finally knelt down before me and held my hands over my stomach.

'Lily, you know about the war, how dangerous it is, especially for you being muggleborn, especially for me being a Potter. These two things put our child at great risk.

My family can be traced back to Godric Gryffindor himself, and Voldemort, Salazar Slytherin. Both arch enemies, both having completely different ideas.

My parents were two of the best Auros for 20 years, and when Voldemort started to gain power, he asked my parents to join him. They refused. He asked again. They refused. He got annoyed, but asked again. They refused. They died. I'm the last Potter that is a threat to him, so I'm at the top of his 'to 'kill' list.

Before Christmas, both Sirius and I applied to be Auros. We were accepted. After Christmas we and a few others will be secretly trained in Hogwarts. They need new Auros straight after we graduate.

Lily, I may not survive the war. I may be killed before our child is born and if that happens, according to wizarding law, you will have no power over our child being classed as a Potter. . . unless. . .'

'Unless what?'

'. . . We're married.'

I stared at him. I felt our child inside me moving at the touch of their father. I tired to take in all the information.

'Lets' do it.'

'Huh?'

'Lets' get married!'

James grinned at me and then moved so he was on one knee.

'Lily Maria Evans, I have loved you since I bumped into you on our first train journey to Hogwarts. You allowed me to finally show you who the real James Potter is, and you didn't run away. You stayed. Then you fell in love with me, something I thought was only possible in my dreams. Then you tell me you're having my child. I can't describe my feelings when I realised I was stroking your swollen belly that had our baby growing inside. I couldn't believe it, not after my family being killed. You showed me life goes on, no matter what, time doesn't stop whatever happens. I want this to be complete. So would you, take me James Luke Potter to be your husband?'

I threw myself onto the floor and kissed him passionately forgetting I was 3 ½ months pregnant and that our headmaster was watching.

I eventually pulled away.

'You had to ask?'

'I take that as a yes?'

'Yes! I love you and I'm so glad you're my baby's' father. You will survive and you will make a great dad. I have no idea what we'll tell the others when it's born, but no matter, I've dreamed of being your wife for years.'

'You have?'

'Yes. But I wanted you to change first.'

'And that he has.'

We both whipped around, suddenly remembering where we were.

'If you both follow me.'

He led us to the stairs leading to the upper floor of his office. He walked to a small door at the back and walked down a steep spiralling staircase. We carefully followed him, James holding my hand the whole time.

At the bottom was a chapel.

'Now?'

'Why not Miss Evans? If you go through the door to your right, Minerva is waiting. James follow me.'

I looked at James as he followed Dumbledore into a room on our left. I had an idea of what the old coot was up to.

Professor McGonagall had a collection of wedding dresses in the room and helped me chose one in between me crying. All this was making me rather hysterical.

'It's just your hormones, don't worry.'

My favourite teacher did my make up and put my hair up in an elegant style, and clipped it at the crown of my head with a real diamond tiara. I had soft ringlets cascading down the back of my neck and framing my face.

Mr dress was strapless and was tight fitting, but loose from my waist down, trailing behind me. My veil covered my face and finished at the small of my back. I was also petrified, though it was only in front of our headmaster and head of house. The former came and told us they were reading. Two minutes later I was taking my vows. Both professors cried, though mainly Minerva.

I still can't describe the feeling when James placed the ring on my finger, or the feeling when the vicar pronounced us husband and wife, or even the feeling of being kissed for the first time by my husband.