To Have and to Hold.
Summary: Lily Evans and James Potter must go back in time to save a small boy from Death Eaters. He conceals a secret that could change the lives of everyone in the wizarding world. As expected there will be a lot of L/J love/hate (Which may get annoying). It's not a great plot, I know, but I'm thinking of one-two more and I need to practice somewhere. Bear with me and R/R!
DISCLAIMER: I own the plot. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, so leave me alone.
A/N: YAY! I got reviews! Yes, I may seem overexcited to you, but this is my (cough) first story and I've never, ever, EVER got a review before (except for my friends' dumb remarks). So thank you to:
1. apotterlover: Thanks!
2.Siriusly Pranked: Thank you and I'll try. My exams are on and I'm in my final year of school so I mayn't get to update a lot.
3. Demonstar: Again, thanks. And again, I'll try. By the way, I DID read your profile...it's good :P. (And I'm Indian too...I live in Maharashtra which is right next to Gujarat
4. AnTiAnGeL: Thanks. That line is actually what made me start writing this story, actually. LOL.
5. Patrick: Thanks, dude. I think you'll pretty much see where I'm going (or not going) here.
For all those of you who didn't review, that must've been really boring, but come on! Okay, now on to the second chapter. There might be a tad too much detail in this though, so be warned. Also I have had to change the rating of this chapter from K to K+ because I didn't realise how the story was going to shape up.
Chapter 2: In Dumbledore's office
"Hi James."
"Hey, how are you doing?"
"James! Look! Look! It's that locket you gave me!"
"Awesome!"
"Jamieeeeee honey I don't see you enough."
"Everyone seems to have the same complaint, eh?"
"Jamie! Heyieee."
"Hi!"
"Hi, Lily!"
"Get lost, Gilderoy."
Lily was annoyed. Clearly, being Quidditch Captain, reckless, good looking and all that made you very popular with the female population of Hogwarts. And being a sensible, disciplined Head Girl got you Gilderoy Lockhart.
"What are you so sore about?"
Lily spared him a scathing look. "You really don't know?"
"Enlighten me."
"Hm, well, let's see now. One: I'm walking with you. Two: You are less than a hundred yards from me, and Three: I don't like you."
"Ah, I see."
"Don't we all?"
"You know, Lils, if I didn't like you, I'd think you were a real bitch."
"Don't call me that. And it's never too late to accomplish a good deed like that, Potter."
And James, for the 512th time since he'd known Lily wondered what he could have possibly done to offend her so much.
"Lollipops."
They had arrived at Dumbledore's office.
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Dumbledore sat, stroking the feathers of his magnificent pet.
"Dumbledore, I think you're wrong."
"You always do, Phinneas."
"And you're usually right, Dumbledore."
"Thank you, Armando."
"You cannot give a task of such importance to a couple of 6 year olds!" interjected Phinneas Nigellus from his portrait, angrily.
Dumbledore was unruffled. "They are 17."
"You know Phinneas," said Armando Dippet looking as angry as Phinneas Nigellus. "I think it would be best to let Dumbledore deal with this. We have seen how well your idea worked last time! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been in this situation at all!" Armando Dippet's photograph paused for a breath. "Dumbledore is a wise man and a great wizard. You-"
"Sir?"
"Ah, Lily. And James, as well. Excellent, excellent. Thank you for making yourselves available."
"It's alright, Sir. Ev- Lily was only reading, anyway."
"Only reading? Why you thickheaded moron! I mean- I, uh, that is, well- You shouldn't speak so disrespectfully of books."
Phinneas Nigellus' photo gave Dumbledore a rueful look. Armando Dippet's picture was wheezing after so much yelling.
James rolled his eyes. "I was not being disrespectful to books, you id- stu- person! I was only saying that you weren't doing anything of real importance. Like me."
"Oh, really? Like planning When Dungbombs Attack- 927?"
"YOU SEE, DUMBLEDORE!" Phinneas Nigellus blurted out, unable to control himself. "You want to hand this mission to them?"
Lily and James both turned red.
Lily said,"I'm very sorry, Sir. I, er, forgot myself." James glared at her and then said,"Yes, Sir. Me too."
Dumbledore smiled and said,"That's quite alright Mr. Potter, Ms Evans. Heaven knows I was young myself, once."
"I still think you're quite dashing, Sir," James said.
"I'll ignore that because I have already blushed too much yesterday when Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new socks. That lady does know how to pay a compliment. But I am deeply gratified, Mr. Potter, since that comes from one of the most popular boys in school."
James beamed. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Sherbet Lemon?" Dumbledore held out a packet of sweets to them.
Lily took one. James took three.
Dumbledore surveyed the pair from the top of his half moon spectacles.
Lily was reading what was written on her sherbet lemon, while James had popped all three into his mouth.
"I think we're all settled, then," Dumbledore said." I ask only one thing of you. Please do not interrupt me as I speak."
Dumbledore now looked more serious than Lily or James had ever seen him. So they just nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"No problem-o."
Dumbledore pulled out a picture of a boy.
"This is a picture of a Justin Jones."
The boy in the picture was holding a dog in his hand and he seemed happy as he smiled into the camera the sun shining on his tanned face. He was very fair and looked a little pale inspite of the tan. The picture was not moving, and James and Lily understood that he couldn't have been a muggle.
"He lived with his parents in Michigan, America. He went missing in June about fifteen years ago. It was largely believed in the Magic World that he was kidnapped by Death Eaters. He was brutally murdered. His body was found near Lake Michigan in a city called Milwaukee. His mother never got over the shock. After his death she would scream in her sleep. She always said it was her fault that he died. She killed herself a month after he died."
Lily gasped.
"Yes," said Dumbledore gravely. "Justin never knew his father. His mother never spoke of him. Patricia Jones was a very beautiful woman. She had no dearth of suitors. But people said that she never got over her first husband. She always loved him. People never understood what had happened between the two of them. She gave her son her own maiden surname."
Dumbledore put his hand on his temples at that point and rubbed them, gently. He looked weary. When he looked up again, he asked James and Lily, "You have heard of Lord Voldemort, I'm sure?"
Lily and James both turned a little pale. Nevertheless, they both nodded in assent.
Dumbledore noticed and smiled in spite of himself.
"Come now. Voldemort is great and fearsome, of course, but we must get over this absurd fear of his name. Although he doesn't realise it, Voldemort is only mortal."
Lily and James did not look very convinced but they nodded, anyway. (A/N: Did you notice they nod a lot?)
"Moving on," said Dumbledore. "This boy, Justin Jones, was obviously very important. Otherwise Voldemort would not have gone through so much to kill him."
Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them.
The two students in front of him waited.
"It is my belief that Justin was related to Voldemort."
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A/N: I know. I know. It's so lame you're probably gasping for breath. But that's okay. I will continue to inflict myself upon you...if you review (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I'M DESPERATE!) I left it at at a cliffy on purpose. I notice that gets more reviews :P LOL. So, see you when I update!