A/N: Alright, here's the next chapter. For all of you that think James and Lily are getting a little too sappy, I'm sorry…you're going to have to be patient with it in this chapter though. And aren't lovers sappy sometimes? I know I've witnessed some sappy relationships. I promise in a few chapters they'll sap themselves out of it. For the most part. Anyhoo…we still had some people answering the poll, which was awesome. Another vote for Lupin! I've got another question you can answer in your reviews. Do you think part of the "magic" of Harry Potter books is the anticipation of the wait? Do you think that when our children read them they'll be less enthusiastic about the books because they'll all be out by then? Or do you think it'll be the same? Something to think about. So read, review. I'll post again today.

Chapter Forty-Two: A Round of Golf and a Wedding

"James, you don't have to do this." Lily insisted the next morning. James was standing in her room wearing a pair of khakis and a blue polo shirt, grinning.

"Oh come on, Lily. It'll be fun." He grinned at her, and Lily had to admit that he looked rather cute dressed as a Muggle golfer. "I'm just glad you talked me into buying a polo shirt and some khakis."

Lily laughed. "Hold on, I'll get you some shoes."

She returned a minute later with a pair of golfing shoes and a hat.

"These are a pair of my father's old ones, and here's a hat to keep the sun out of your eyes." Lily said as stood on her tip-toes and placed the plaid golfer's hat on James's head, and he stole a kiss from her while she was placing it on his head.

"My father will be playing with you as well, I think he secretly wants to beat him. If you have any questions, just ask him." Lily continued.

James nodded. "Where will you be?"

Lily grinned. "Well, I'll be part of the audience, as well as Petunia and my mother, and I think a few of the dinner guests tonight."

"Let's go." he said finally.

Lily sighed, hoping against hope that the day would turn out all right.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your clubs and your shoes." James thanked Mr. Evans before they reached the first hole where they were to meet Vernon.

Patrick smiled. "It's nothing; those clubs haven't been used in years. Do you want to go third so you can learn what to do?"

James grinned. "Sure, I've read a few books on it, so I don't think I'll be too terrible."

"Reading and doing are two entirely different things, James." Patrick stated as they reached the green.

Vernon was looking very smug in his bright red polo shirt and navy pants. James thought he looked very much like an over-grown tomato.

"We're playing nine holes today." he stated. "We've got a rehearsal dinner to get to, after all."

James nodded. "Alright then, let's play. He flipped a tee, which ended up pointing towards Lily's father. "You can go first, Mr. Evans."

Patrick Evans nodded and looked to the flag before getting out his five iron. With a swing, the ball easily traveled two hundred yards.

Lily, Petunia, and Beverly Evans all clapped a quiet, golfer's clap, smiling eagerly. A few men, presumably Vernon's good friends that would come to the wedding, casually made their way over to where the girls were standing and began to watch.

Vernon stepped up now. James watched him carefully as he pulled out his five iron.

Vernon's ball went just as far as Mr. Evans's had, and James was slightly nervous before he approached the ball. He searched for his five iron and pulled it out, carefully taking a grip as he prepared to swing.

James's ball went a surprising two hundred thirty yards, feet away from the hole. James grinned as he heard Lily and Mrs. Evans clapped. He bowed gracefully and then hopped in the golf cart with Mr. Evans. To James's surprise Lily hopped onto the back of the cart as well.

"That was incredible James, and you've never even played golf before!" Lily exclaimed.

James grinned. "I think it's from Quidditch, I have great hand-eye coordination."

Patrick nodded. "Hand-eye coordination is a must in golf." He broke into a smile as well. "I daresay Vernon expected you to miss the ball entirely."

"Well he was disappointed then." Lily replied as they approached the hole. She jumped off the car just as gracefully as she arrived and made sure to hold her dress down. "Go put the ball in now, James, Dad."

The men grinned together as the reached for their clubs and walked to where their balls lay, James within five yards of Mr. Evans's.

Vernon had stopped his car with a fuming Petunia a good thirty yards before James and Mr. Evans's had, as his ball had gone the least distance.

James pulled out the best looking club to him, as he had been distracted when Mr. Evans had chipped his ball and Vernon's ball hadn't gone much farther with what ever club he had used, and he was currently swearing a blue streak. James wrapped his finger around his seven iron and did the same.

To everyone's surprise, but especially Vernon's, the ball landed right beside Mr. Evans's.

He heard Lily jump and exclaim in excitement and he grinned.

He then followed his ball in after Mr. Evans with his putter, and he heard a loud sputtering noise he could only assume was Vernon, who was still meters away from the flag. Mr. Evans's grinned at James as they got back in their cart, with Lily hopping in with them again.

"That was brilliant, the both of you!" Lily stated enthusiastically.

James grinned. If it was up to him, Vernon was going to have the worst golf experience of his life, and James only found it necessary to use his own natural talents to help his own game out a bit.

By the time they reached the ninth and final hole, Vernon was explosive, and James couldn't help but think that he looked more like a fire cracker now, his face was a violent shade of crimson.

James was in the lead, but was followed closely behind by Mr. Evans, Vernon, however, was so far behind that had absolutely no chance in winning, and his friends were starting to comment on James's great natural talent, and were joking about the lack of Vernon's. Petunia's arms were folded and she looked cross.

"You first, Mr. Evans." James said as Patrick Evans took a hard swing at the ball, sending it flying across the green.

Vernon huffed as he watched Mr. Evans's ball and he approached the ball in a frustrated manner, his mustache looked like it was going to be ripped off any second.

One Vernon's first swing, he missed the ball. The group, except for Petunia and Mrs. Evans, out of respect for her daughter, laughed. Vernon's thick neck was scarlet as he tried to drown the laughter out with his concentration and he tried again. He hit the ball this time, but it only went a measly few yards. Vernon threw his club violently into the crowd as everyone ducked.

"Quite a temper, that one's got." James commented pleasantly as he prepared to swing.

James's ball flew through the air and James bowed as the crowd applauded him.

The crowd followed Mr. Evans and James down into the last stretch of green, Vernon and Petunia promptly left after finding his club, mumbling that you couldn't trust that sort with a decent game of golf.

Mr. Evans managed to put the ball in the hole after two more swings, and it took James four, making Mr. Evans the winner.

James shook his hand. "Good game, Mr. Evans."

Lily's father took his hand and shook it vigorously, grinning. "You too James, and please, call me Patrick."

"Yes sir." James replied gathering his clubs as Lily came to his side and pulled him into a hug.

"That was simply wonderful, James!" she cried and then she grinned and whispered in his ear. "Don' think I don't know what you did, James Potter."

James smiled at her as they separated. "That was a good game, if I do say so myself, I'll have to play again sometime."

"I'll take you down to the club sometime during the summer." suggested Mr. Evans. "Without Vernon; I've never seen such a poor sport."

"Oh he was just frustrated, dear." Beverly Evans commented. "Although I think he could have handled loosing a little better."

Patrick checked his watch. "Well we better go him and get changed; we've got a rehearsal wedding and dinner to attend."

James reached for Lily's hand as they took a seat together in the back of the golf cart with Mr. and Mrs. Evans in the front.

"Now that wasn't so bad, nothing wretched happened." James commented to Lily in a low tone.

Lily grinned. "You are so bad."

"He had it coming." was all James said, although he was smiling all the same.

Later that night, after a tense evening spent with a still furious Vernon and Petunia, and some of Vernon's family, the Evans and James returned to the Evans' home, full and tired.

James stretched as he and Lily walked up the stairs. "Does golf always make you that sore?"

"You're using muscles you haven't used too much before, so yes." Lily commented with a yawn.

"It was fun, though." James replied as he began to take his tie off, he continued to struggle with it in the middle of the hallway, so Lily guided him into her room and began to help him.

"For you, I suppose." she said as she undid the tie. "Vernon was still absolutely raging at dinner."

James grinned. "He was glaring at me all evening."

Lily smiled and shook her head. "You're too much."

They were interrupted by a knock at the door, and Petunia Evans entered, without waiting for a response, in her usual brisk manner.

"Lily, I would like to talk to you out here." she stated flatly.

Lily raised her eyebrows but nodded and followed her sister into the hallway.

Lily shut the door to her bedroom, and copied her sister and folded her arms crossly.

"What do you want?" Lily asked.

Petunia stuck her nose in the air and moved her hands to her hips.

"I just wanted to let you know, that Vernon and I think that it's best that after tomorrow, we don't see each other anymore."

Lily raised her eyebrows and tried to suppress a giggle.

"What do you mean? We're going to see each other, Petunia, we happen to have the same parents."

"We mean, Vernon and I, that after tomorrow we try our best to forget that we were ever sisters. No Christmas or Birthday cards, we just don't recognize each other anymore."

Lily laughed. "Isn't that how it already is, Petunia? We only spend time with each other when we're absolutely forced to, hell, I know the only reason you invited me to your wedding at all was because Mum made you. It's killing you, isn't it?" Lily glared at her sister with the closest thing she had ever felt to hatred.

"When we decide to start a family, we don't want our future children to be exposed to your kind!" Petunia continued, ignoring her sister's remarks. "And as soon as you move out and into your world...I hope to never see you again!"

"Well believe me." Lily snapped in a harsh tone. "The feeling is mutual. I wouldn't any of my future children to be exposed to your kind, either."

Petunia huffed and stormed away, slamming her door shut on Lily. Lily almost laughed; you would think that Lily had asked Petunia out for the talk, the way she stormed off. Lily let out a long sigh before entering her room again, where James was sitting in the chair of her vanity, looking fervent, he stood up when he saw her.

"What did she have to say to you?" he asked.

Lily looked at him, feeling her eyes water, but hoping James didn't see the tears threatening to fall.

"I think I was just disowned." she muttered. "Petunia and Vernon don't want to risk exposing their future children to me and my kind."

James folded his arms around her and let her melt into him; he rested his head on hers. "It's alright Lily, everything will work out in the end."

The day of the wedding was a frantic one; Petunia had gone berserk and was running around the house madly searching for something blue.

Lily just sighed as she read over her Transfiguration notes in the den, sitting by James, who fascinated by the television and watching the morning news with Patrick Evans. The third time Petunia raced through the den, Lily just threw up her notes.

"Why don't you just wear blue underwear?" she cried.

Petunia stopped in mid pace to consider it. "Won't it show through my dress?"

"How many layers do you have to that thing? As I recall there was almost as many as on your cake." Lily stated.

Petunia counted on her fingers. "There're four."

"It won't be seen. Just go light blue." Lily replied in an annoyed air as she picked up her notes again.

Petunia hurried up the stairs to find some blue underwear without as much as a thank you for the thought. Lily's mother entered the den a few minutes later, dressed in her mother-of-the-bride dress, a light pink, conservative garb.

"Aren't you dressed yet, Lily, James? Patrick?"

Patrick, James, and Lily all exchanged a look and got up respectively to go and get dressed for the blessed affair.

Fifteen minutes later, Lily heard her name being called from James's room.

Lily finished putting on her pearl earrings and headed to James's room, where he stood, checking himself out in the mirror.

"Is this all on right?" he asked spinning. "It feels weird. Not at fluid as a dress robe."

Lily smiled sympathetically. "Yes, you look handsome."

"Like James Bond?" he asked excitedly as he checked himself out in the mirror again.

Lily laughed. "Yes, like James Bond."

"Well you look absolutely stunning." James complimented as they made their way down the stairs.

"Why thank you." Lily replied, grinning.

"You'll look prettier than the bride." James said in a low voice, making Lily giggle.

"You kids ready?" Mrs. Evans asked.

Lily and James nodded.

"Alright, your father and I and Petunia are heading over to the church. Can you follow in your car, James? It just might be a little crowded in ours."

James nodded. "Sure, we can follow."

"Good, well then, let's go." she said with finality in her voice.

James nodded as he pulled out his keys.

The wedding was a long and formidable affair, with many people in fancy suits and dresses looking highly pleased with themselves. James noticed, to his amusement, that the groom's side of guests was all rather plump and round, with thick flabby necks and purple cheeks.

The occasion had moved by in a slow, but easy pace, and everyone was enjoying the ceremony.

It was in the middle of the vows that disaster struck.

"And do you, Petunia Evans, take Vernon Dursley, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, to be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?" the celebrant recited.

"I…I…I..I d..d..d..I..I…" Petunia stuttered, turning red.

James kept his head bent down, and he stared into his lap and let her stutter for a few more awkward seconds.

Finally the words were able to flow smoothly from her lips. "I do."

The celebrant looked at her funny and then nodded and continued with the ceremony until the climax of the event, 'you may kiss the bride'.

The party then moved into the reception hall, where music, food, and dancing covered up the gauche moment which had just befallen the bride, and effectively, the groom.

James and Lily danced, and Lily leaned her head on his shoulder.

"That was you, wasn't it?" she asked quietly.

James smiled. "Well, I couldn't have her talking to you like that and get away with it."

"Thank you." was all Lily said and they continued to dance happily.

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