OH MY GOD!!!! I cannot believe this story broke the 100 mark!!!! THANK YOU
ALL! Thanks for making this my most successful story! Sorry to get all
Oscar on you! ^_^ Anyways, here's something.
Furnikle: Yeah, that is pretty confusing! ^_^ Voldemort was in his last year of school fifty years ago, and that's when Dumbledore was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Nobody ever said exactly what age Lily and James were when they died, but I'm betting they were pretty young. Just because all of that isn't set in stone, I may have fudged things around a bit to make it work because I can't call J.K. Rowling and demand for some answers!
To everyone who wondered if I was ending this story soon, I intend to take this story all the way to the point of their death, and if you remember James dreaming about part of the prophecy about Harry I still have to make them fulfill their part of it. So, no, I am not ending it anytime soon! ^_^
And sorry, I won't be able to update in a little while cause I'll be busy with getting ready for school and all, so . . . review!
* * *
After the umbrella and leprechaun incident with Lily, students all over from all four houses gossiped about people who had water balloons dropped on them, and chalk mysteriously drop from the sky onto their heads.
Most people found it annoying, but James and Sirius found it extremely amusing when Snape had a bowl of toads dropped on him. Some even went down his shirt. There was a rumor going on about Snape needing counseling. Needless to say, some people traced the root of the rumor back to James. Of course, Lily didn't hear about that part of it.
James made sure of that.
This week was different. It wasn't because of the new potions teacher, whom Snape seemed to idolize, but it was Career Week. Since it was their last year at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore would be interviewing students to see what their ambitions were, and give them the best advice he could on helping them succeed.
Lily had to go in the middle of Charms.
"Tell me the homework, okay, James?" Lily asked her boyfriend.
"Like I'll be paying attention to what the homework is." Lily rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's answer, but knew that he would do it.
Lily walked down the corridors, trying to find her way to Dumbledore's office. Well, as it turns out she got lost, and had to ask the painting of a crazy knight for directions.
This, unfortunally, got her running in circles.
So finally, she asked another more reliable painting, which pointed her in the right direction.
She found the Golden Griffin entrance, and realized that she didn't know Dumbledore's password. How the heck did he expect them to get in? Suddenly, the griffin spoke, causing Lily to jump.
"State your name and house." It said in a deep, gruff voice.
"Uh . . ." Lily trailed off.
"There is no 'uh' listed as a student. Good-bye." The griffin stopped talking.
"No-wait! My name's Lily Evans and I'm in Gryffindor House! I have an appointment with the Headmaster!" Lily tried again.
"I see. Lily Evans, stand on the stairs."
Lily obeyed the griffin, but feeling a bit uncomfortable and unsure about this.
Lily whimpered as the stair began to rotate upward. When she reached her destination, Lily gasped in awe.
The place she was now in was beautiful! It had this good shine, and there was something from all around the globe! And what really caught Lily's eye was a red bird perched near Dumbledore's desk. Its scarlet head was beautiful, and its wings were tipped with gold.
"A phoenix!" Lily gasped.
"Yes, I just got him. His name's Fawks." Dumbledore said with a smile. (A/N: I don't know if Fawks is a boy or a girl, but right now I'm just saying he's a boy)
"He's beautiful." Lily reached a hand out and looked at Dumbledore, asking if she could pet him. Dumbledore nodded his consent.
Lily stroked the phoenix and heard it sing, enjoying Lily's touch. Finally, Lily reluctantly retracted her hand and sat down in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"We are here to discuss your future career, Lily. But before we do that I'd like to offer my condolences to the passing of your friend, Celia. How are you taking it? As far as I know, a funeral date has not yet been set." Dumbledore began, his blue eyes saddening.
"I'm fine, really. It's been hard . . . but I'll live. I don't know about her parents, though." Lily mumbled, her eyes clouding.
"Hmm." Dumbledore allowed a short silence. Then he went back into Professor- Mode and started up again. "So, Lily, do you have any idea of what you want to be after you graduate from Hogwarts?"
Lily thought. "Not really. I've given it some thought, but I don't know what works for me."
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, many students have that problem. Try this: close your eyes and let the very first thing that comes to your mind be your answer for now."
Lily closed her eyes from Dumbledore's beautiful office and cleared her mind. The first thing she thought of was James, but how could she make a career of James? Forget that.
Before she knew it, Lily's mind was drifting off on its own. Now images and memories were flashing before her. She felt the familiar chill go up her spine as the memory of Voldemort came up. This one was longer. She saw Celia, and felt the same hatred. Then she remembered that the Aurors and Dumbledore were too late to save her . . .
"I wanna be an Auror!" Lily burst out suddenly. But Dumbledore stayed calm.
"An excellent ambition, Lily, but I must warn you: it's a very hard career to go into, getting in and once you're in. Once you're in, you sometimes can't tell your family anything because they may be tortured."
Lily shuddered.
"And getting in is extremely hard. You must get at least five N.E.W.T.s and above 'Acceptable' in, let's see . . . Transfiguration, you have to go in disguise often, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, obviously, and Charms. Then you have to undergo about another three years of brutally hard training. And in the end you may not even make it. Are you sure?"
Lily nodded. James was right. When Lily got her mind set on something, she would go through with it all the way!
"Excellent. I think this Career Advice session went just fine." Dumbledore smiled, and his eyes did that reassuring twinkle. "Now go back to class and work hard."
"Yes Professor. Thanks." Lily smiled and slung her bag over her shoulder and walked towards the Griffin, taking one last look at the office.
"Oh, and Lily?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't be afraid to live out your life, because you don't know how long you'll have it." Dumbledore said.
Lily stared at Dumbledore curiously and then waved good-bye. She felt the griffin shift and the stair began to rotate downwards.
* * *
"James!"
"What?"
"Did you get the homework?" Lily asked.
James blinked. "What homework?"
"The Charms homework, you prat!" Lily shouted at him, making people in the hall stop and watch them argue.
"Oh. That Charms homework." James tried his best to look innocent.
"JAMES! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET ME THE HOMEWORK!!!"
James winced. He'd never admit it, but he was sort of afraid of Lily when she gets like this.
Lily heard some giggling and chuckling from their little audience out in the hall. But they were probably laughing at James's helplessness.
"Lily . . ." James began.
"WHAT?" Lily shouted.
"Your robes . . ." James pointed to the side of her robes.
"What?" Lily turned her head to look. "Oh no."
(A/N: The style of robes, in my story, is different in the past than in Harry's time. So like in the Muggle world, the robes fashion changes.)
A long rip in her robes showed off part of her underwear.
Lily's face burned, and then remembered that she had never gotten new robes. She growled at James, who had an, "I tried" look on his face. She found Margaret trying to push her way through the crowd.
Lily grabbed Margaret's arm and asked, "Go with me back to the dormitories?"
Margaret nodded and started to push her and Lily's way back out of the crowd. But Lily yelled at James one more time, "James! Tell . . . the Professor . . . that I needed to be excused for his class . . . tell him what happened . . . I'm sure he'll understand. You can do that at least, can you?"
James nodded. "Just hurry up, will you Lily?"
Lily nodded and got lost in the swarm of the crowd.
* * *
Lily and Margaret made their way up to the Gryffindor Tower and Lily changed into a fresh set of robes.
"Ready?" Margaret asked as Lily walked back into the common room.
"Ready. Let's go."
They walked back in on the middle of class. The Professor looked at them sternly, and gave them the "evil eye" but otherwise didn't say anything but order the nearest pupils next to them to explain what they were doing.
* * *
As they sat in the common room that night, trying to do their homework beforehand, so they could have some fun tomorrow, which was Saturday.
"I can't concentrate!" Lily fumed. James had his head on his book, Margaret looked half-asleep, and Remus looked paler than usual.
"And where's Sirius and Peter?" Remus wondered.
"Who knows?" James mumbled. "They could be anywhere; the bloody common room's packed!"
It was true: the noise level of the common room was deafening, no wonder Lily couldn't concentrate.
"I don't know how you guys can be so sleepy with all this noise." Lily mumbled.
"I dunno. How can you be so awake?" Margaret countered back sleepily.
"James . . . you want to study in the dorms instead?" Lily asked.
"Study . . . more likely to snuggle than study." Remus muttered. (A/N: Snuggling is kissing in British, I think. Don't know if I've mentioned it before or not.)
"What was that?" Lily said sharply.
"Nothing . . . nothing . . ." Remus yawned.
"Coming, Potter?" Lily asked.
"Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . ." James slowly put his books together, and the two made their way up into the boy's dormitories.
"I told her long ago she should have been with James before, long ago. Did she listen to me at that time? No . . ." Margaret said randomly.
"Well, James's head only deflated a little this year, so you really can't blame her." Remus replied.
"Still . . ."
"At least their together now. No it won't drive us crazy trying to set them up." Margaret finished. "I'm going to bed. Can't bear to study anymore."
"Good night." Remus yawned again, and fell asleep in his chair. (Don't ask me how he could with all the noise.)
* * *
"So . . . had Dumbledore's career advice today, huh, Lily?" James said, much more awake now, "what'd you do?"
"I said I wanted to be an Auror." Lily replied.
"An Auror? Do you know what that is?" James asked.
"I know. A dark wizard catcher. Hard to get in, hard to live, I know." Lily said.
"Well . . . be careful about that. It's a dangerous job, that." James warned, "My uncle was one, and he died in a year of getting the job."
"Don't worry about me, James." Lily said with a smile, and then she remembered something. "You know, Dumbledore said something to me."
"Oh? What?"
"He said, 'Don't be afraid to live out your life, because you don't know how long you'll have it.' And I think he was talking about Celia."
James didn't answer for a minute. "Sirius was a wreck after that happened. He lives at my house now, you know."
"I could imagine how hard that must have been for him."
"It was."
They had a moment of silence, and then Lily locked lips with James, kissing him passionately.
"What . . . what are you . . . doing? We're . . . supposed . . . to be . . . studying." James said in between kisses.
"Living out life." Lily said with a mischievous smile as they knocked all their books on the floor.
Soon after, a hand closed the curtains of James's four poster bed.
Furnikle: Yeah, that is pretty confusing! ^_^ Voldemort was in his last year of school fifty years ago, and that's when Dumbledore was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Nobody ever said exactly what age Lily and James were when they died, but I'm betting they were pretty young. Just because all of that isn't set in stone, I may have fudged things around a bit to make it work because I can't call J.K. Rowling and demand for some answers!
To everyone who wondered if I was ending this story soon, I intend to take this story all the way to the point of their death, and if you remember James dreaming about part of the prophecy about Harry I still have to make them fulfill their part of it. So, no, I am not ending it anytime soon! ^_^
And sorry, I won't be able to update in a little while cause I'll be busy with getting ready for school and all, so . . . review!
* * *
After the umbrella and leprechaun incident with Lily, students all over from all four houses gossiped about people who had water balloons dropped on them, and chalk mysteriously drop from the sky onto their heads.
Most people found it annoying, but James and Sirius found it extremely amusing when Snape had a bowl of toads dropped on him. Some even went down his shirt. There was a rumor going on about Snape needing counseling. Needless to say, some people traced the root of the rumor back to James. Of course, Lily didn't hear about that part of it.
James made sure of that.
This week was different. It wasn't because of the new potions teacher, whom Snape seemed to idolize, but it was Career Week. Since it was their last year at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore would be interviewing students to see what their ambitions were, and give them the best advice he could on helping them succeed.
Lily had to go in the middle of Charms.
"Tell me the homework, okay, James?" Lily asked her boyfriend.
"Like I'll be paying attention to what the homework is." Lily rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's answer, but knew that he would do it.
Lily walked down the corridors, trying to find her way to Dumbledore's office. Well, as it turns out she got lost, and had to ask the painting of a crazy knight for directions.
This, unfortunally, got her running in circles.
So finally, she asked another more reliable painting, which pointed her in the right direction.
She found the Golden Griffin entrance, and realized that she didn't know Dumbledore's password. How the heck did he expect them to get in? Suddenly, the griffin spoke, causing Lily to jump.
"State your name and house." It said in a deep, gruff voice.
"Uh . . ." Lily trailed off.
"There is no 'uh' listed as a student. Good-bye." The griffin stopped talking.
"No-wait! My name's Lily Evans and I'm in Gryffindor House! I have an appointment with the Headmaster!" Lily tried again.
"I see. Lily Evans, stand on the stairs."
Lily obeyed the griffin, but feeling a bit uncomfortable and unsure about this.
Lily whimpered as the stair began to rotate upward. When she reached her destination, Lily gasped in awe.
The place she was now in was beautiful! It had this good shine, and there was something from all around the globe! And what really caught Lily's eye was a red bird perched near Dumbledore's desk. Its scarlet head was beautiful, and its wings were tipped with gold.
"A phoenix!" Lily gasped.
"Yes, I just got him. His name's Fawks." Dumbledore said with a smile. (A/N: I don't know if Fawks is a boy or a girl, but right now I'm just saying he's a boy)
"He's beautiful." Lily reached a hand out and looked at Dumbledore, asking if she could pet him. Dumbledore nodded his consent.
Lily stroked the phoenix and heard it sing, enjoying Lily's touch. Finally, Lily reluctantly retracted her hand and sat down in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"We are here to discuss your future career, Lily. But before we do that I'd like to offer my condolences to the passing of your friend, Celia. How are you taking it? As far as I know, a funeral date has not yet been set." Dumbledore began, his blue eyes saddening.
"I'm fine, really. It's been hard . . . but I'll live. I don't know about her parents, though." Lily mumbled, her eyes clouding.
"Hmm." Dumbledore allowed a short silence. Then he went back into Professor- Mode and started up again. "So, Lily, do you have any idea of what you want to be after you graduate from Hogwarts?"
Lily thought. "Not really. I've given it some thought, but I don't know what works for me."
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, many students have that problem. Try this: close your eyes and let the very first thing that comes to your mind be your answer for now."
Lily closed her eyes from Dumbledore's beautiful office and cleared her mind. The first thing she thought of was James, but how could she make a career of James? Forget that.
Before she knew it, Lily's mind was drifting off on its own. Now images and memories were flashing before her. She felt the familiar chill go up her spine as the memory of Voldemort came up. This one was longer. She saw Celia, and felt the same hatred. Then she remembered that the Aurors and Dumbledore were too late to save her . . .
"I wanna be an Auror!" Lily burst out suddenly. But Dumbledore stayed calm.
"An excellent ambition, Lily, but I must warn you: it's a very hard career to go into, getting in and once you're in. Once you're in, you sometimes can't tell your family anything because they may be tortured."
Lily shuddered.
"And getting in is extremely hard. You must get at least five N.E.W.T.s and above 'Acceptable' in, let's see . . . Transfiguration, you have to go in disguise often, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, obviously, and Charms. Then you have to undergo about another three years of brutally hard training. And in the end you may not even make it. Are you sure?"
Lily nodded. James was right. When Lily got her mind set on something, she would go through with it all the way!
"Excellent. I think this Career Advice session went just fine." Dumbledore smiled, and his eyes did that reassuring twinkle. "Now go back to class and work hard."
"Yes Professor. Thanks." Lily smiled and slung her bag over her shoulder and walked towards the Griffin, taking one last look at the office.
"Oh, and Lily?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't be afraid to live out your life, because you don't know how long you'll have it." Dumbledore said.
Lily stared at Dumbledore curiously and then waved good-bye. She felt the griffin shift and the stair began to rotate downwards.
* * *
"James!"
"What?"
"Did you get the homework?" Lily asked.
James blinked. "What homework?"
"The Charms homework, you prat!" Lily shouted at him, making people in the hall stop and watch them argue.
"Oh. That Charms homework." James tried his best to look innocent.
"JAMES! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET ME THE HOMEWORK!!!"
James winced. He'd never admit it, but he was sort of afraid of Lily when she gets like this.
Lily heard some giggling and chuckling from their little audience out in the hall. But they were probably laughing at James's helplessness.
"Lily . . ." James began.
"WHAT?" Lily shouted.
"Your robes . . ." James pointed to the side of her robes.
"What?" Lily turned her head to look. "Oh no."
(A/N: The style of robes, in my story, is different in the past than in Harry's time. So like in the Muggle world, the robes fashion changes.)
A long rip in her robes showed off part of her underwear.
Lily's face burned, and then remembered that she had never gotten new robes. She growled at James, who had an, "I tried" look on his face. She found Margaret trying to push her way through the crowd.
Lily grabbed Margaret's arm and asked, "Go with me back to the dormitories?"
Margaret nodded and started to push her and Lily's way back out of the crowd. But Lily yelled at James one more time, "James! Tell . . . the Professor . . . that I needed to be excused for his class . . . tell him what happened . . . I'm sure he'll understand. You can do that at least, can you?"
James nodded. "Just hurry up, will you Lily?"
Lily nodded and got lost in the swarm of the crowd.
* * *
Lily and Margaret made their way up to the Gryffindor Tower and Lily changed into a fresh set of robes.
"Ready?" Margaret asked as Lily walked back into the common room.
"Ready. Let's go."
They walked back in on the middle of class. The Professor looked at them sternly, and gave them the "evil eye" but otherwise didn't say anything but order the nearest pupils next to them to explain what they were doing.
* * *
As they sat in the common room that night, trying to do their homework beforehand, so they could have some fun tomorrow, which was Saturday.
"I can't concentrate!" Lily fumed. James had his head on his book, Margaret looked half-asleep, and Remus looked paler than usual.
"And where's Sirius and Peter?" Remus wondered.
"Who knows?" James mumbled. "They could be anywhere; the bloody common room's packed!"
It was true: the noise level of the common room was deafening, no wonder Lily couldn't concentrate.
"I don't know how you guys can be so sleepy with all this noise." Lily mumbled.
"I dunno. How can you be so awake?" Margaret countered back sleepily.
"James . . . you want to study in the dorms instead?" Lily asked.
"Study . . . more likely to snuggle than study." Remus muttered. (A/N: Snuggling is kissing in British, I think. Don't know if I've mentioned it before or not.)
"What was that?" Lily said sharply.
"Nothing . . . nothing . . ." Remus yawned.
"Coming, Potter?" Lily asked.
"Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . ." James slowly put his books together, and the two made their way up into the boy's dormitories.
"I told her long ago she should have been with James before, long ago. Did she listen to me at that time? No . . ." Margaret said randomly.
"Well, James's head only deflated a little this year, so you really can't blame her." Remus replied.
"Still . . ."
"At least their together now. No it won't drive us crazy trying to set them up." Margaret finished. "I'm going to bed. Can't bear to study anymore."
"Good night." Remus yawned again, and fell asleep in his chair. (Don't ask me how he could with all the noise.)
* * *
"So . . . had Dumbledore's career advice today, huh, Lily?" James said, much more awake now, "what'd you do?"
"I said I wanted to be an Auror." Lily replied.
"An Auror? Do you know what that is?" James asked.
"I know. A dark wizard catcher. Hard to get in, hard to live, I know." Lily said.
"Well . . . be careful about that. It's a dangerous job, that." James warned, "My uncle was one, and he died in a year of getting the job."
"Don't worry about me, James." Lily said with a smile, and then she remembered something. "You know, Dumbledore said something to me."
"Oh? What?"
"He said, 'Don't be afraid to live out your life, because you don't know how long you'll have it.' And I think he was talking about Celia."
James didn't answer for a minute. "Sirius was a wreck after that happened. He lives at my house now, you know."
"I could imagine how hard that must have been for him."
"It was."
They had a moment of silence, and then Lily locked lips with James, kissing him passionately.
"What . . . what are you . . . doing? We're . . . supposed . . . to be . . . studying." James said in between kisses.
"Living out life." Lily said with a mischievous smile as they knocked all their books on the floor.
Soon after, a hand closed the curtains of James's four poster bed.