OK FINE ITS DONE - hahahaha - i know its later than said many many many times but to be honest i don't care anymore - lol - i had so much trouble with this chapter - first cause i didn't know how to write it - second cause i had very nearly finsihed it and then my computer destroyed it - at which point i had lost hope so i didn't type for oooooo months

now its done and its over and im sorry if you don't like it - its not what i had in mind exactly but if i sit infront of this for any longer there may not be a me to sit infront of the puter to get pissed off at it

anyway i will get onto my next chappie of Laws of the heart ASAP (aka now)

oh and finally i love you all who have read this - and i beg you gets down on knees8 PLEASE REVIEW and pwetty please read loth :D

love you all

Anna


Prophecy Child

Some days previous to the collapse of Lily and James (or so you think I know better)

"Master. I see."

"What?"

"Hmm, a few years from now the love and the hate shall diminish completely between them. They will see no other, they will be one frequently and consequently marry and oh Lord I see a babe, eyes as green as her own, hair as dark as of his. I see him changing, now a man a scar lightening light amazing, but wait," the woman paused, "there is a battle. Two people, one tall powerful hatred, one equally so but loved loving determined," she fell to the floor all strength within her gone to call upon more sight. "He will be your end Lord. I don't know when but he will, the Potters must not be together for it will mark the end of the elimination of Muggle borns and their kind."

"There is a way but only can be tried a few times. You will assist me."

"Kill him," his voice rumbled. His robes flying wildly due to his arm pointing towards the door as he ordered one of the present Death Eaters out to do so.

"Pardon my asking master but why?" said a woman from the end of the dark room.

"One chance gone few left and I can have no more mistakes. They broke the spell, which can only be broken in one way and I still don't know how, and so time reversed to the day it was made, therefore annihilating all the work that I have done in the future five years," he muttered angrily.

"Oh yes master. How can I assist you?" the woman said confusion in her voice.

"You will see, and you will not fail me my pet, now will you?" Voldemort sneered as though challenging her to say that she would fail.

"Of course not master," she replied bowing.

Lily woke up suddenly and would have fallen out of the bed if there hadn't been an arm firmly holding her waist and a leg intertwined with her own. She laid her head back on the pillow and moved backwards into his warm naked body, she smiled slightly to herself completely forgetting the reason she woke up.

Last night had been rather enjoyable if she remembered correctly she had cajoled James into spending time with her rather than chasing Slytherin's with his friend. Although chasing would be a bad way to describe what they were doing it was more like. Choosing their prey and torturing it before letting it scamper off into the distance, leaving greasy marks on the floor where they had "played" with their food.

Yawning Lily turned around slowly to see that James was already awake, she smiled and lifted her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

"What time is it?" she asked him.

"Around four I think," he said pulling her naked body closer to his. "Why did you wake up?" James said groggily.

Laying her head on his pillow Lily shrugged, she couldn't remember, she kissed him as he pushed her body so that she lay underneath him. Gently she ran her fingers through his hair, "I love you," she mumbled, receiving a lopsided smile from James.

"I love it when you say that," James said, "makes me feel special, cause I love you too," he added moving her hair away from her neck and kissing her softly.

"That's going to leave a mark," Lily muttered into his ear, shifting her body so that one of her legs was wrapped around his thighs.

"Yea but the whole school knows you have a boyfriend," James said pointedly.

"Yea, I guess so, but do they have to know I have a horny boyfriend?" Lily laughed softly at him.

"Fine," James said pulling away from her.

"I didn't say stop," Lily said looking at James fondly, "Come on you know you want to play," Lily said seductively.

"How on earth did I land a girlfriend like you?" James asked as he took one of his arms and moved Lily's leg to suit him.

"Pot luck," Lily said kissing him passionately.

"Sometimes I just get it all don't I?" James said through their kisses. Lily didn't reply as James entered her body making her grin with the comfort it brought. "you…" James trailed off as Lily pressed her finger against his lips and kissed him.

Lily smiled in response almost wanting to laugh at him, she was always fine, and she knew that if he ever hurt her intentional or not he would berate him self so much it would annoy her. She brought his head down so that she could kiss him as he moved within her. She groaned from the back of her throat, she never thought that she would share a bed with James Potter.

James rubbed his nose against Lily's and continued in the direction he had begun, until Lily's body rippled with pleasure beneath him once again. In truth he never thought he would kiss her let alone share a bed with her, he collapsed on top of her body in exhaustion.

Even when he had done so Lily said nothing, she loved the feel of his skin against hers, she breathed in the smell of his sweat and suddenly her mind was filled with sharp images that must have been real at some point. As the scenes flashed before her eyes, she twisted underneath James making him sit up next to her and watch on in shock. As the last scene

"No," Lily sat up, "James," she gasped reaching out her hand.

"Lily, whoa, I'm here," he said grabbing her shaking body and holding her as she curled up in his arms. "What? Tell me what you saw or whatever," James said to her pulling her clinging arms away from him and looking into her fear struck eyes."

"We didn't know who we were, we forgot each other, and then at the end you…you…" Lily sobbed.

James made her pull on one of his shirts which had been lying around on the floor, even though she was his girlfriend and he loved her to the ends of the earth, he still felt as though he didn't have the right to look at her while she was bare bodied except for when she was showering with him or after they had had sex.

James pulled her closer to him again and held her tightly afraid to let her go, "It was just a dream Lily," James said although he wasn't to sure if you could remember dreams.

"I don't think that dream was a dream. James I really don't. It felt too real."

"Lily, it was really just a dream. It's not like you felt pain is it?" James said knowing that in order for something to not be a dream you needed to feel pain

"But that's the thing I did feel pain so it was real," Lily said breathlessly, looking up at him.

James hugged Lily tighter in his arms, Lily felt him being possessive of her and she didn't mind he had full reason to considering some of the things she had done, but was unlikely to do again. He moved off the bed with Lily still in his arms and the sheets wrapped around the pair of them and went over to the squishy armchair she had conjured the day before while reading her book, since the common room was too loud. He sat down on it and leant back surprised to find it was a recliner chair and smiled as Lily moved to make herself more comfortable in his arms.

It was odd, James loved it when Lily was vulnerable and scared because it made it easier for him to hold her closer and tighter than she would permit otherwise. As she lay her head on his shoulder James slumped and rested his gently on top and as he closed his eyes the images which Lily saw filled his mind. Shock running through his body made him clutch Lily tighter who woke up and pushed away from him.

"James?"

"Ok maybe it wasn't a dream, I think I saw what you just saw which means it did happen but how if its in the future and the future hasn't happened yet, well it has but we don't know what's going to happen," James rambled off as he often did when something he didn't understand happened.

"We should go to Dumbledore," Lily said, worried.

"Yea, but its late."

"We are supposed to go to him in the morning anyway," Lily pointed out, "We should sleep," she added helping James out of the squishy chair and waited till he pulled on some bed clothes on him self and found a pair of bottoms for herself.

As they climbed into bed together distraught by what they had both seen, if that was the true future, Lily wondered as she lay silently in James' protective arms, then how would she live without James. As strange as the thought was to her, she wanted to be with James more than anything now, which was against everything she had once believed.

In the morning instead of going down to breakfast, ready and dressed Lily and James slowly, unspeaking moved towards the gargoyle which hid the passageway to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was not present in his office when they reached it, his pensive was out underneath his desk which meant he was recollecting something again. Both Lily and James knew that he would not rest until the demise of Voldemort, and they planned to help him, straight off when leaving Hogwarts they would become members of the Order of the Phoenix, in which they would be active in or at least as much as they could. For they were only young, with little experience but as much hate for Voldemort as they had love for one another.

Dumbledore came into his office surprised to see Lily and James sitting silently, they would normally be bickering over details of something, despite their relationship together, arguments had gone down severely between them but as in any healthy relationship they shared different views on certain points.

"Good morning," he spoke softly, "early as usual," he continued as he walked behind his desk, "Help your selves to a sandwich or two," he said waving his wand and a plate.

Lily watched the sandwiches but didn't take one. "Professor," she spoke softly, "is it possible to manipulate time and memory?"

Dumbledore sat down at his desk and looked at Lily smiling, "Time is harder to manipulate than the mind, but yes it can be done. But since you ask I have to say they can be broken," he said making James look up curious to hear more. "If someone such as Voldemort cast a spell powerful enough to manipulate time and the mind of the people it affects it would in a sense become a curse which could be broken for the reason it was made."

"Pardon?" James said not understanding.

"If this sort of spell was cast to prevent two people from being together," Dumbledore stated matter-of-factly. He knew, well at least that saved a lot of explaining on their behalf. "The curse could be broken which has apparently occurred."

"Sir…how?" James began.

"Some people can exclude them selves from the doings of Voldemort, we have the power to acknowledge his doings but we are outside the circle of his power to manipulate such things. As you may have noticed everyone forgot about the people but not what they learnt, Abigail knew of you Lily but she couldn't identify you because she is your friend and the image of you had been edited from her mind."

"Although time had moved on the love that you two shared in that life meant that James would be saved from Alex's spell and whatever Voldemort was preventing was forming already. Lily went against the wishes of her father and followed what many of us ignore, the calling of our heart. We may lose many people through this but we gain something much more everlasting than a memory."

"Professor, does that mean the future that we have planned already as in without Voldemort's curse interference were going to occur anyway?"

"You can't intervene with fate Lily, no. Voldemort knows this what I think he was hoping to do is to gain more power in time but what he didn't anticipate was that the curse would be reversed back to what I think was the day he cast it and the day you two separated was the day you forgot everything that happened between you."

"What are the chances of it happening again?" James said.

"There is every chance that you have been through been through several of these cycles and that you only remember this one because Voldemort has given up creating new forms of the spell to prevent the curse break to go back to this day and time, although as it seems none of them have worked to his advantage," Dumbledore said finally before adding, "I should suspect however that by tomorrow you will have only knowledge of this event and not the purpose of it, however keep this in mind," he spoke softly and walked over to Fawkes his Phoenix,

"Everyone has a purpose; every person has a reason behind each action. Neither time nor space can change their fate only they are subject to do so, but the fates ultimately decide what our lives lead to. I cannot begin to imagine what your lives have in store for you but taking into consideration what we have just discussed, I would presume that it is together with each other."

After that Dumbledore said nothing more and Lily and James sat taking in what he had said. They did indeed forget what Voldemort had made their lives into simply because no matter how many times he tried to separate them in every sequence of life he could think of, the word combinations of his spells and curses, potions and devices he could not even after thirty years of having them separated they would have separate lives, affairs after affairs with each other until they would leave their partner and Lily would conceive the prophecy child who would in the end become his downfall.

It came to a point where even though he was the most powerful and feared wizard in the entire history of humanity, a hope of light flickered between those who did not cower in his presence, who spoke his name and did not shudder when others mentioned it, in a time of darkness a candle stood in the corner burning forever until the darkness ended, and it was created and saved by something much more powerful than hate, a baby boy named Harry Potter.

Voldemort enraged by his seers words eventually sent one of his most trusted death eaters to kill woman who spoke the prophecy he had tried in vain to prevent, although by doing this he unexpectedly became more powerful in the time in which he truly existed, simply because he did not listen to the words of others, except of one other prophecy, one more accurate one, yet he did not have it all. The baby was still his demise.