This is the last chapter, and it has a little epilogue under the A/N at the bottom, because I couldn't be bothered to write a whole new chapter just for that!
Disclaimer: I own the storyline.
I hope you enjoy this! And, on with the story! Oh and from last chapter, James's birthday was, I put down, July 13. My birthday is September 13 and it's my lucky number, so that's why his is the thirteenth. Just in case you were wondering.
R/R please
Chapter 3, The Wedding
"You are now man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
James smiled sweetly at Lily and bent his head down. Their lips met.
Sirius, the Best Man, smiled at the two who were most definitely in love, and triumphantly yelled, "Who's got the stereo?"
A man lifted his hand up. "Now?"
Sirius nodded his head. "Now."
The man clicked a button, and a song flew out of the speakers. The floor cleared and James bowed to Lily.
"May I have this dance, Mrs Potter?"
Lily curtseyed back. "You may, Mr Potter." She took his hand and they started dancing. When the song ended, they kissed and stepped away from each other.
"PARTY!" yelled Sirius, and all of the guests and participants of the wedding hurried through to the other room where there was a DJ set up with his records in front of him.
It was exactly right. A great ending of one chapter in their lives, and a perfect beginning to the next one.
I hope you enjoyed that. Thanks to everyone who read this, it's finished! The song got deleted, as I'm not allowed lyrics anymore. Hope you don't mind!
I love all you reviewers! You make my day! Here's what I promised: the epilogue.
Lyl,
Cazzy xx
The Epilogue
Lily and James looked at each other, and smiled. There was a feeling in the air. Lily sighed, knowing, almost dreamlike, what to say and do. She knew it wasn't going to be happy; she'd lived it before, in her dream.
"Honey, could you be a dear and fetch Harry? Jamie, please?" Lily asked him sweetly.
James chuckled and went next door. He returned with his one-year-old son in his arms. The boy had black unruly hair like his father, and the emerald eyes of his mother. The boy gurgled happily and tried to snuggle into his father, as if he, too, knew what was about to happen.
Lily reached out and took her son from James. She suddenly felt the air grow heavy and knew that it was happening now. Her eyes widened and she turned to James, just as the front door burst open, revealing a man with bright red eyes. Lord Voldemort.
"Lily! Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!" James yelled.
Voldemort pointed his wand at James. "Don't you move an inch," he hissed.
Lily turned and hurried into the kitchen of their house, nervously cradling the baby in her arms. She looked around for somewhere to put him.
James stared down Voldemort, or at least tried to. "Who told you?"
Voldemort smiled. "The rat, my Death Eater. But of course, you can't do anything about that now. Avada Kedavra!"
Lily heard James's body fall to the floor, and screamed, "JAMES!" Voldemort appeared in the doorway.
"Ah, my little Lily. How are you, my dear?"
"You just killed…"
"Yes. Now, hand that baby over to me."
Her eyes grew tight in defiance. "No."
"Are you sure about that?" he twisted his wand about teasingly.
"Take me, not Harry. I'll do anything, just leave Harry," she whispered.
"I might just take you up on that offer," Voldemort told her. "Of course, once you're dead you have no way of stopping me from killing the last remaining Potter."
Lily's eyes narrowed. She stood her ground, in front of her baby.
Voldemort raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
And Lily knew no more.
The End
