Okay so I know that I haven't updated this in forever but I'm not really sorry lol. To be honest, I needed a break from this story—a huge break. Because after, what, 2 years, it wasn't all that interesting to me anymore. No FF was interesting to me anymore. But with the new book coming out really soon (YAY) I've been thinking about it a lot more. I just whipped this up because I was in a writing mood and I, unfortunately, don't have anything else to write about. (Not even stuff outside of FF)
So, therefore, I got back in the mood and started writing a bit. It's not much, but for those of you who are left and still reading, I hope you enjoy. J
Also, I didn't start back up where I left off. I started a few months later after Lily and James' wedding and after Lily got pregnant. I really didn't want to write those parts and that is probably why I stopped. So this starts back off a day before Harry is born. If anyone has any questions PLEASE ask.
So. Yeah. Anyone going to the midnight opening of the book? Yeah, if your not, be jealous cause I might be J
Disclaimer: Uh, no.
Chapter, uh, what chapter am I on?
J
"Something's not right." I said quietly, clutching my huge stomach.
"What's wrong, Lily?" James asked, rushing to my side, "Is it the baby?"
"No," I replied, my breaths increasing, "Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?"
"Come on," I said, carefully holding my 8-month-old pregnant stomach, "We need to check on things."
"Check?" James asked, quickly getting up, "Dumbledore doesn't want us leaving the house, remember?"
"I remember," I frowned, "But I can't stand here and pretend like nothing is wrong."
"Lily, they would let us know if something has gone wrong." James said hopefully.
I bet my lip and frowned again, "I guess you are right. I just hate worrying all the time."
Suddenly, Bree had apparated next to us. She was breathing heavily and her robes were torn all over. I glanced at her worried face surrounded by her messy hair and I immediately hugged her.
"Are you alright?" James asked, hugging her as well.
"Yes, I am," she sighed, "There was another attack."
"Was it bad?" I asked.
"Terrible." She said, glancing at James' worried look, "Tons of muggles dead, wizards gone to St. Mungo's and all of us Auror's barely escaped. It was getting too rough. The Death Eaters and Voldemort left as well."
"Voldemort was there!" I gasped loudly.
"Maybe it's not such a good idea for you to hear this, Lil," James said, worriedly trying to push me out of the living room.
"No," I cried, "James, I need to know what is going on. I told you I had a funny feeling, didn't I?"
"She's right, James," Bree agreed with me, "She does deserve to know."
"What about the baby's health?" he asked, "We don't want Lily to get stressed over these things."
"I can control myself," I replied, walking back to Bree, "Now, tell me more about the attacks. Did you get hurt? Did anyone close to us get hurt? Did they torture anyone?"
"I'm fine," Bree sighed, "And so is Sirius. But, Ashley and Remus…oh, I don't know if they're ever going to be ok."
"What happened to them?" James asked, looking just as worried.
Bree said down on the couch and began to reply the attack, "Ashley and Remus were in Diagon alley. I don't even know what they were doing there. Lily, you're eight months pregnant too but you're not walking around Diagon alley! You're sitting at home and resting, where you should be!"
"I'm forced to stay at home," I glared at the coffee table, "Even if I wasn't in this much danger, I'd be out there with Ashley and we'd be buying baby clothes together."
"The point is," Bree said firmly, "Everyone needs to be alert. Especially now that he's even stronger."
"What happened about the attack, Bree?" James asked, putting her back on track.
"Right," she took a deep breath, "From what I gathered in the Auror's office, death eaters came to Diagon alley and started hexing people right and left. Remus was actually the one to alert the other Auror's. Poor Ashley, imagine trying to run and shoot spells at the bastards while carrying another person in you! Well, I guess Ashley and Remus got into a fight with Voldemort himself."
"Are you kidding me?" James asked, clutching my hand.
"No," Bree replied, her face as white as a ghost, "Thank God they escaped, but do you know what this means?"
"No," James and I both replied.
"This is their second time escaping Voldemort." She whispered, "And they're baby is due just around yours."
"You mean-" James started.
"I think they're baby might apply to the prophecy as well." She said, coloring completely drowning from her face.
"What does Ashley think of this?" I asked quickly, "Have they gone into hiding yet?"
"No," Bree replied, "I don't think she notices it yet. I think she's still at St. Mungo's. But she's a bright Auror, she's going to realize it soon."
"So not only might Ashley and Remus and us apply to the prophecy," I started, "But the Longbottom's as well?"
"From what I've heard, yes," Bree replied.
James dug his hands in his head, "But, they're both alright?"
"Yes, they're safe and so is their baby." Bree responded.
"This is getting out of control," I shook my head sadly, "This is just wrong."
"You can say that again," Bree said gloomily, "You're lucky you don't have to go the ministry everyday. It's downright bloody hectic over there."
"At least you're informed over there," James spat, "We have to sit here and worry all damn day long."
"What the hell do you think I'm doing, James?" Bree practically yelled, "Not only am I out there trying to save your ass, but afterwards I come over here and give you every little detail, even if Sirius tells me not to."
"I—Sirius tells you not to say anything?" James asked, lifting his head up, "Why?"
"I'm sorry," she stated, "I didn't mean to snap. But, Sirius has been doing a lot of growing up since all these attacks. He's being using his brain and keeping you both and your safety close to his heart. He thinks it's wrong of me to tell you everything. He thinks it might provoke you and you guys might try to leave the house."
James mumbled something under his breath. I replied, "We are so grateful to have friends like you."
"Don't mention it," Bree smiled, "But you can get me some tea, I'm bloody tired."
"Of course," I said jumping up and heading towards the kitchen, "Perhaps after that you should go to the hospital? You're looking quite beat up."
"I refuse," Bree said, holding her head high, "Those damn bastards wont make me go crawling to a hospital. I'm going to take every punch they throw at me, and then punch them back harder."
James smiled, "You're a strong woman."
"Thank you, James," Bree smiled and gave him a hug, "So, any names for the young chap yet…"
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"James, I'm worried," I stated as we were eating dinner later that day. I had barely touched my food because I was so scared.
"About what?"
I stared at James sadly, "I can't stand staying in this house all day long and the baby is late and I'm scared that Harry will be the one that this prophecy applies to."
"Honey, we've talked about this before," James said putting his fork and knife down, "I know Harry was due over a week ago, but let's just keep hoping that he comes in August, alright?"
"But what if he doesn't?" I gasped.
"It's the last day of July," James said comforting, "August isn't that far away."
I nodded my head and stared down at my green beans, "James?"
"Yeah?" he asked, cutting his pork chops.
"What if we die?"
James slammed his fork and knife down, "Lillian, I told you everything will work out in the end. We just need to pray for the best and keep Harry in our minds and dying out."
"You're right," I said, tears falling down my face, "I'm just so scared that I'm going to die and Harry isn't even going to know who I am. I want my son to remember who I am and what I look like and how much I love him and how I would do anything for him."
"You're doing something extreme for him right now, Lily," James said cupping my cheek, "I can't guarantee that nothing isn't going to happen to us. And I can't guarantee that Harry will remember who we are, but I can guarantee that he will know how much we love him."
I nodded my head and wiped my tears away, "Thank you, James."
"No problem," he smiled warmly, "Now, how about we go watch a muggle movie or something and then get some rest? You seem quite cranky today."
I smiled, "I am a bit touchy, aren't I?"
"Yes, but we can blame that on Harry," James laughed as he took my hand and led me out of the eating nook and into the living room.
