A/N: This will be my Lily/James chapter. I hope it is ok. I really don't know. There is emotion and stuff. I just imagined Lily as an emotional person. Enjoy! Thanks to all my reviewers! You all make me so happy!

Chapter 9

I Had Enough

"Wait!" James called after Lily. He caught her in the Entrance Hall, falling apart. Tears were streaming from her eyes, but no sound was coming from her mouth. He held her by her shoulders. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly.

"Just take me to Professor Dumbledore now!" she whispered fiercely.

"Why?" he asked her.

"Because I am going to spend the rest of this disaster in his office," she said. "I want to go home now!" she said in a hoarse, whispery voice.

"Come on," James said leading her by the shoulders, but he was not taking her to Professor Dumbledore's office. He brought her to an empty classroom on the second floor.

"Why are we here? This is not his office," Lily said with teary eyes.

"Because you are not thinking straight right now," James said. He propped himself on a desk, sitting on it. Lily paced the room in front of him.

"Of course I am thinking straight," Lily snapped. James shook his head.

"If you were, then you would of calmly left the Great Hall and not be crying," James said, "You feel-"

Lily gave him a glare. "Don't tell me how I feel, Potter!" Lily said angrily. "You have no idea how I feel." James looked at her in disbelief.

"I don't know how you feel? Lily, we come to the future, find out that I have a son, you are my wife, we are murdered, and that our son can hear us being murdered by You-Know-Who. Yeah, Lily, I am taking this fine, just fine," James said angrily.

"Be quiet! What if somebody hears you! And don't use my name! No one can find out about us!" Lily said angrily. Lily was shocked at her own words. She did not realize it at first, but he said Lily. Not Evans, but Lily.

"Lily, is that all you can think about! Is the names we use! God, we are in the future and that is all you're talking about, is our names! I wish they would find out so we don't have to hide and everything and lie all the time!" James said fiercely.

"Not that you need a trip to the future to do that stuff," Lily snapped. "You, hexing everybody and pulling pranks on teachers for the fun of it."

"At least I do something worth while, not spend my entire life behind a book," James said to Lily. (A/N: this would be very close to the point if I was doing a body switching ff, that they would switch, but I am not). The bell for the next class rang.

"We need to go. We have class," Lily said. James just glared at her. She walked to the door, but it would not open. "Alohomora," Lily said. Nothing. It was sealed shut. "We are locked in," Lily said.

"Wait, what classroom are we in?" James asked with a smile. Lily looked around.

"It just looks like a spare room for desks and other stuff, storage," Lily said, looking at everything around her. "Definitely not a classroom." James started laughing. "What us so funny, Potter?"

"We are in that room," he said smiling.

"What room?" Lily asked cautiously. James started laughing again.

"The room that seals itself from the inside. Only can be opened from the outside. We found this during my third year. Stuck in here for a good 6 hours before a teacher found us," he said. Lily looked horrorstruck.

"6 hours?! We can't be stuck in here that long! We have classes and homework," Lily said worried.

"Only can be seen as a plus," James said, relaxing his feet on the desk in front of him, resting his chair on its hind legs.

"Well, why don't you pull out that map thing you use so much and find where the nearest escape thing is to get us out of here, or at least so we can bang on the door when someone is close," Lily said. James started laughing again.

"Lily, you amaze me sometimes. We were blessed with the mistake of going into the wrong room and the first thing you can do is find a way to escape, relax, is the first thing I have to say. Second, there are no 'escape things' near here. Third, I will not scream for a teacher of anybody to bail us out of here so we can go to class. Lastly, if you have not noticed, we are in the future, and I was not carrying my map with me when we got transported here. It was in my bag two feet from me. Filch probably still has it when he confiscated it in my sixth year. Face it, we are stuck here," James said with a grin on his face, ruffling his untidy black hair.

"Great, now I am probably going to fail that part of the NEWTs that we are learning today," Lily said with a groan. She was still pacing the room.

"How did you find out about the map?" James asked curiously. Lily rolled her vibrant green eyes.

"You guys are so obvious about it. Always holding it with you. One night, you even left it in the common room," Lily said.

"Oh, I should watch out for it more often," he said.

"You should not even have it. It is against the rules," Lily said. "You are a Head Boy, in case you forgot."

"Well, take a look around. I'm not Head Boy. Harry is," James said. Lily's mind immediately went back to Harry, and what he had just told them at lunch. She became more subdued almost at once, and sat down on a desk.

"He has been through so much," Lily said softly.

"Who?" James asked.

"Harry," Lily said. "Some of the girls in my dormitory told me what he has been through."

"Really? What did he go through that was so terrible is making you act so, unlike yourself?" James asked.

"Well, first, we, his parents died and someone tried to murder him," Lily snapped. "Then, he had to live with my awful sister and her snob husband, and still is. They did not even tell him he was a wizard for 10 years. Then, he came here, and faced You-Know-Who, at eleven, and won. Then, he killed a basilisk and rescued a girl from death at twelve, and at fourteen he participated in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and won that too," Lily said. She was about to add the fact that his godfather died, but decided against it, regarding Dumbledore's wishes.

"Wow, all that?" James asked. Lily nodded glumly. He was impressed with Harry. "Looks like my son got my sense of adventure."

"Yeah, but he did not go looking for it. It came to him, never asking for it," Lily said. "He doesn't deserve it. He's a nice guy."

"Yeah, and all top of all that, the dementor thing," James said. Tears were returning to Lily's eyes.

"James, I don't want to die. I did the math. We have three years to live," Lily said gravely.

"Yeah, really scary when you think about it," James gulped. It was now hitting him. I'm going to die, he thought to himself. Lily wiped away the tears in her eyes, and stood up.

"Well, enough sadness," she said. "We need to figure out a way out." James rolled his eyes.

"Lily, I already told you. We have a way out. We just have to wait for someone to open the door," James said. Lily froze when she heard her name. She just was not used to it when he said it.

"Why do you say my name?" Lily asked, whipping her head in his direction. James was speechless. How do you answer that question.

"Err- because that is what you call someone when referring to them. Like I'm James-" he said. Lily stopped him.

"I know why we say names, Potter. Why did you start calling me Lily?" she asked curiously. James took a deep breath. How do I tell her?, he thought to himself.

"Well, because, umm," he said nervously.

"What?" Lily asked.

"Well, when I caught you in the Entrance Hall, it made me realize something. Maybe there is more to Lily Evans than most of us realize. More than the bookworm and the girl who lives by the rules. I saw something different about you. I saw Lily, not Evans," James said. "And I have liked Lily, a lot, for some time now," he admitted. Lily was speechless. Not the answer she expected, but it is the answer she wanted. She wanted nothing more to race over to him and embrace him, but she restrained herself.

James felt a big weight lift off his shoulders. I finally told her how I felt, he thought to himself. He was full of different emotions. Happiness, sadness, confusion, hopefulness, angriness. James was getting overwhelmed himself by all of this. He closed his emotions off, so that no one could see it. He hated having to hear about his death, about his son's difficult life, and how he hears them die. He looked up and saw what his confession did to Lily. She looked like she saw a ghost. Her face was white, and her face was confusion and surprise. He realized that maybe he should not of said what he said.

"I'm sorry, Lily. Or Evans, if that is what you would prefer," James said sadly. Lily moved her mouth but no words came out. "I understand if you don't." Lily was about to tell him something, when Peeves came into the classroom.

"Peeves!" Lily exclaimed. He was cackling at a loud volume.

"Oh! Potty and a girl in a room…alone! OH!" Peeves said.

"Not what you think Peeves!" Lily said.

"You are stuck in the inside-out room! You want out, but I will tell no one, to keep you in," Peeves said mischievously.

"Peeves, tell someone we are in here!" James said.

"Have a good day, Potter, you rotter," he said, and with a last cackle, was gone from the room.

"Darn," James said, kicking a desk.

"Don't destroy school property," Lily said.

"Whatever," he murmured. There was silence for the next ten minutes, before either of them got the courage to speak.

"Are you weirded out by it?" Lily asked. James cocked his head up.

"By what?" he asked.

"That you are looking at your son who is the exact same age as you," Lily said softly. James face turned to understandment.

"Yeah. A lot," James said.

"You look almost identical," Lily stated. James nodded.

"Except the eyes. He definitely has your eyes," James said with a smile.

"Yeah, I noticed that," Lily said.

"Must be weirder for him though, not being able to really talk to his parents or anything," James said. Lily was shocked at his compassion.

"Yeah, I talked to him about it," Lily said.

"You talked to him?" James asked. Lily nodded.

"Yeah, last night. You know, people talk from time to time about stuff. You should try it," Lily said with sarcasm. James rolled his eyes.

"You know what I meant," James said. Lily nodded.

"Yeah, I know. He seems really sad. His eyes, they were full of depression and dread," Lily said sadly. "I think, maybe you should talk to him."

"You know Dumbledore does not really want us to. We could find stuff out," James said.

"Well, what more can we find out that we have not already," Lily said.

"Is Lily Evans going against Dumbledore's wishes and doing something he told us not to?" James asked. Lily glared at him.

"Just talk to him," she said. "I think he needs to talk with his father."

"Fine," he said. Lily smiled.

"Good," she said. James loved her smile. He would do anything just to she her smile like she did. He sort of went into a daze.

"Potter, are you ok? You are like in your own world," Lily said a few minutes later. He shook his head to snap back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Lily, I have a question for you," James said.

"What is it, and I hope it isn't going to be some stupid joke, 'How many Dungbombs does it take to stink up the Great Hall?'" Lily said. James gave a small laugh.

"No, but that is a funny joke. Why do you call me Potter?" he asked. Lily swore silently to herself. He was making her speechless with everything he was saying today.

"Well, I, suppose, I," Lily stammered. She never thought this herself. Why do I always call him Potter? "I guess because saying James would mean that I am not your enemy," she said. She was lying to herself. She knew the real answer.

"But I don't want you as my enemy," James said. "Plus, you were lying. You always blink a lot when you are lying." Lily did not want to say it. She would not say it. She had to say it.

"Because saying your name would mean admitting to myself that I like you," Lily blurted out in one breath. Her hands were shaking terribly. James was standing in shock, but had a small smile on his mouth, like he knew that was the answer.

"Oh," he said quietly. He hopped off the desk when something fell out of his pocket. His two way mirror. He had forgotten he had it. Lily looked curiously at it.

"What is that?" she asked, eager to change the topic. James gave a mischievous smile.

"My two-way mirror," he said. He dusted it off with his sleeve. "Sirius," he said into it. A minute later, Sirius' head was reflected in the mirror.

"Prongs, where are you? If you were going to ditch, you could of taken me with you," Sirius said.

"I didn't skip on purpose for once. Lily and I got stuck in the room that you have to open from the outside. Can you let us out?" James asked.

"You and Evans alone? Did she kill you, or leave a few scars?" Sirius asked.

"Just open the door," James said, putting the mirror down, and back into his robes.

"You had that mirror the entire time we were in here, and you failed to mention it?" Lily asked angrily. James shrugged. Lily let out a big huff, to frustrated to say anything. Five minutes later, Sirius and everybody else was standing outside the door. They were silently laughing at the two of them.

"Prongs, I am ashamed that you got stuck in this room. You created the map, did you not?" Sirius asked.

"It was a mistake. I was not caring where I was," James said.

"Right," Remus said.

"Thank God you came," Lily said, walking to the door.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"We will tell you later," James said.

"Well, we have to go to Arithmancy, Lucy," Hermione said.

"Yeah, and we have to go to do nothing," Sirius said. "See you girls later."

"Bye," Hermione said.

"Bye Lily," James said.

"Bye James," Lily said, and walked away.

A/n: I know it isn't that great, but oh well. I needed some way for them to call each other by their first names, even if it wasn't presented in the best possible way. See that little button below you that says Submit Review, follow it.