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Chapter 15: Life...bleh
She smiled, glad that he didn't hate her for thinking herself superior at times. She moved forward and put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "I love you so much," she whispered.
"I know," he said, "I love you too."
After spending an interesting Christmas in the beautiful town of Crabapple Cove in Maine, the family went back to what they hoped to be a normal life. But it was way different then anything anyone thought was normal. New Years passed in Maine, the kids, including the Marauders, loved running around in the backyard and playing Quiddich. Lily could never forget the expression of excessive pride on her husband's face as their son flew on his broom stick. He had been so happy to finally be able to show his dad his tricks and little flips in the air. The two hadn't slept one wink that night, instead they had stayed up and talked about anything involving flying.
No body was really recovered from the attack, but they chose to ignore what had happened and slicing through the thick tension during the Christmas day lunch. Everyone, aside James, Lily and Sirius, kept throwing odd looks towards the direction of Hermione and Harry who seemed to have developed an intimate relationship that surprised everyone.
New Years roamed around and passed as everyone went to back to their way too busy lives. James had gotten back into the Auror field and was going through a series of unnecessary technique and etiquette reviewing with Sirius, who was still frowned upon. The training called for James to spend all of his time buried in books, which was odd for James Potter, and hence he couldn't spend all his time with his Lily and Harry. But every Quiddich game, Hogsmeade trip, or weekend was never missed by him, they were spent either making love to his lovely wife at night or spending time with his son and his girlfriend and best friend helping them with their homework.
Lily was scheduled to start chemotherapy in the month of February, around her birthday in fact and she wasn't exactly happy about that part. She still had countless nightmares concerning the night of Voldermorts attack on her family. She never recovered from any of those brutal attacks. But she trudged on wearily.
Currently you could find Lily standing at the head of Mrs. Granger's bed, who had finally woken up from her coma after what seemed to be forever. Lloyd was holding her hand in his as she was examined by Poppy.
"MOM!" Lily heard Hermione yelp as she entered the infirmary.
"Hey sweetheart," she smiled weakly in the direction of her daughter.
Hermione, tears running down her cheeks freely, ran to her mother side, hugging her the minute she was close enough to reach.
Lily smiled at the sight, it was cute. "Hey ma," she heard Harry say walking toward her, his tie was hanging around his neck untied and his robes were hanging on his arm. He looked exactly like James, because neither of them ever went through a full day without styling the formal attire in their own way. But Lily had to admit, the sloppy style was perfect for her boys since it fit perfectly with their hair.
"Hey baby," she smiled at him.
Mrs. Granger looked surprised at Lily, not having seen her standing there before, "honey, this Lily Potter, Harry's mother," Lloyd said calmly still holding her hand.
She inched towards her husband and whispered, "but she's dead."
Lily chuckled having heard the comment, "long story Mrs. Granger," she smiled.
Mrs. Granger nodded.
She looked at her watch, "ooh, sorry, I have to go," she said scratching her head, "um…I'll see everyone later k?"
Everyone smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, "hey, is dad coming to the game tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"You think he'd miss this?" she smiled raising an eyebrow.
He laughed, "of course not, love ya ma."
She smiled as he kissed her cheek and him calling her "ma" was something she loved beyond reason, "love you too baby boy."
She went down to her office and was rummaging through papers when someone knocked on the door, "yeah," she said putting on her reading glasses.
"Hey Lil," she heard a familiar voice say.
She looked up and smiled, "hey James," she said, "you're early."
He nodded, "wanted to spend a little extra time with you kids."
She laughed, "yeah."
"Actually just this particular kid, the other one has to wait until it's the weekend," he smiled as he offered his hand and she took it as though they were about to dance.
"Ah, so this is a secret?" she laughed as she put her arms around his shoulders and buried his face in his chest.
"Yeah, why not," he said and put his arms around her back.
"Why?" she asked pulling back.
"Oh, so now I can't spend time with you?" he asked with a "hurt" expression.
"Course you can! I was just wondering, never mind," she smiled as they began swaying back in forth, dancing to some imaginary music that soon became real courtesy of James's wand and Sinatra came on:
So, a voice within me keeps repeating…you…you…you
Night and Day
You are the one
Only you, neath the moonlight or under the sun
Whether near to me or far, no matter darling where you are
I think of you, night and day
The song spoke volumes but James wouldn't let the romance just be wasted by singing so he began nibbling on her ear making her smile.
"James," she said in a less then amused voice.
He pulled back worried, "what's wrong?" He saw the problem, all the veins in her arm had popped out as she went into spasm. Her head was flexed as though it was about to explode as the blood cells protruded dangerously from her arm. "Fuck," James said looking at her hand. Soon it dropped and was just going into a full blown spas attack.
"James," she said again terrified, "take me to St. Mungos," she said knowing for a fact that he didn't exactly know what to do. In record breaking time they had a portkey and disappeared. With much yelling on James's part, Lily was being looked over by a Healer, her hand was still frozen and it looked like a claw.
"What's wrong with my arm?" she whispered tearfully looking at it.
"As I understand it Mrs. Potter, you have a brain tumor?" he asked.
She nodded still looking at her arm.
"This one of the effects of cancer," he said, "there is really nothing we can do. This is just a warning sign that the tumor is growing."
"IT'S WHAT?" James yelled.
"James," she said looking at him and he rushed over to her side and put his arm around her shoulders kissing her head.
"What do we do?" James asked the Healer.
"Start Chemotherapy sooner then planned," he answered.
"Yey," Lily said sarcastically earning a surprised expression from the two men. "When do I start?"
The Healer looked at her sympathetically, more then likely thinking "so young!" That's what James was thinking anyway.
Three months later it was April and Lily could be found sleeping in one of St. Mungos wards, eyes closed shut, her skin no longer tanned but frail and white, her hands on her stomach and she looked so tired James wanted to scream when he walked inside the room. Tears immediately formed in his eyes but he forcefully held them back from falling, he trudged on to her side putting the vase full of roses on her bedside. He leaned towards her and kissed her forehead tenderly, causing her eyes to slowly flutter open and see him.
"Hey," he whispered sitting next to her on the bed.
"Hey," she said tiredly looking into his eyes. It killed him, they were deadened.
"Harry's downstairs with Remus and Bill right now, he'll be up in a second," he told her. School had been out early that year because Voldermort had gone into a rampage of killing so the school had no choice but shut down. And Remus and Bill had been tow of the innumerable victims of the attacks. Thankfully no one close to the Potters had died.
"Good," she smiled dimly nodding, "how is Remus?"
"He's still not waking up…but the Healers say he'll be ok."
She scoffed, "can you believe this? I fuckin' lie here while my friends and family fight the war I was meant to fight."
"No one blames you Lils," he said stroking her cheek, "everyone's just praying that you get better in time to kick some Death Eater ass. Sirius is especially ecstatic about that," he laughed.
"Where is he? I haven't seen him in such a long time," she said frowning.
"He was sent on this mission a few days ago, he came back an hour ago," he said gravely.
"He's ok right?" she asked slowly.
"Yeah!" James said quickly.
"Ok, good," she said closing her eyes. "Do you know how much I hate this?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded sadly. He knew exactly how much she hated being in the hospital, how much she hated being sick. His Lily had never been the type to sit around and wait, she was a go getter, as it were. She couldn't stand in one spot for one second and let life pass by, but know she was confined to bed. And any attempt to stand on her own failed miserably causing her to cry her eyes out. The worst part was her hair, stupid chemo had demanded her to shave off all her beautiful, flowing red hair and replace it with a flowery cloth thingy mabober consideration of Hermione. It was tied around her head, concealing the skull from view, but you could still tell. But in James's eyes, she was always going to be beautiful.
There was a nock at the door and Harry quietly entered. She couldn't believe how much he'd changed since the first day he'd met her. It seemed so long ago….
Flashback to 1st day of Hogwarts.
She could still feel the annoying butterflies zooming around in her stomach as she took her seat at the Staff table in the Great Hall. She had never dreamed of the day when she would return to Hogwarts, let alone come face-to-face with Harry. Her eyes were zooming around the crowd of students, soaking wet thanks to the rain, entering the Hall in hordes of loud crowds. Either she was getting old or there were way too many kids. She remembered her eye site being better then a hawks, she should be able to catch her son in the crowd! He was her son after all.
"Don't worry Lily, he's right there," Dumbledore whispered to her and pointed to a black head in the midst of four red heads.
She laughed in amusement to see that his hair was exactly like James's hair, untidy. And he hadn't changed one bit since she last saw him, he was the exact replica of her husband. "Oh my God," she whispered looking at him as he sat at the tip of the long table, close to the tables. She caught his eye and smiled delightfully. He returned the smile.
After the sorting, Dumbledore arose to give his usual start of term speech about lists on Filtch's office door, the emphasis on the word forbidden in the name, the forbidden forest. Finally, the moment of truth as it were, came. The introduction of the years new DADA teacher. "Please, ladies and gentleman," she heard the wise wizard say cheerfully, "help me welcome professor Delilah Caviezel as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
The room exploded with cat calls and clapping as she stood up, smiling shyly and waving lamely. She sat back down and looked across the table at Snape, what she wouldn't give to see James's face when he saw him. Ooh…that wouldn't be good, eh, what am I saying? She was praying for the moment!
AN: Hehe, ok, what did you think? The flashback and stuff…yeah, I had to move forward for a long period of time cuz my brain was tweaking out hehe. Hope you enjoyed it! Review pweez! And please, recommend my story because I'm not getting any readers tears Today's my b-day, c'mon! Post! That's my b-day present from ya'll, hehe.
