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!

A/N: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm back. If any of my old readers are still following this story then I'm really sorry about the big break. I was... preoccupied. And suffering from a bad case of writer's block. Well, on with it then.

DISCLAIMER: I own the plot. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling so leave me alone.

Chapter 3: In the dorms with James and Lily.

16th September, Dorms.

Six years. I've been a student of Hogwarts and an acquaintance of James Potter for six years. And he still has an uncanny, irrepressible talent of bringing out the worst in me. In the first year he made me try and throw him off his broom. In the second, he made me fall off my broom, in the third, I nearly yelled at Snape, in the fourth… well, let's forget what happened in the fourth, in the fifth that jerk asked me out and in the sixth he makes me scream and yell and like a banshee in front of Dumbledore. And yet, Dumbledore finds it in himself to pair me with him again and again.

Why me, God, WHY ME?

But what's funny about Potter is how he always makes me forget the big picture. I become petty and trivial whenever he's around. I shouldn't be sitting at this very moment complaining about how much that boy infuriates me. I should be talking about the biggest thing that has ever, ever happened to me. Ever.

Apparently, many years ago, Voldemort got physically involved with a very beautiful lady. They had a child. A muggle child. And we have to rescue him. From the past. It gets stranger. We have to save him before the 2nd of November, because that's the day Voldemort killed him. Then we have to bring him back and do a relocation.

Time travel is banned. I can't believe Dumbledore wants us to do this. I'm not afraid to, but I'm just wondering for the first time if Dumbledore knows what he's doing.

Wait, what am I saying? Of course he does. Dumbledore always does. I'm rambling. Dear God, I never ramble. I just keep thinking about how difficult it's going to be to complete this mission with Potter constantly at my side. I spent the best part of my life trying to avoid him and now… Why me, God, WHY ME?

16th Sep, Bed.

Woooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooo! Guess who just struck gold!

Ah, well, it's me.

One month with Lily Evans. Far away from the stupidity of school life. In an American school, where I will bravely conquer Voldemort and save an innocent sissy boy who will fall all over me with gratitude and then Lily will finally realize what a fitting beau I can be. Aah. Life will be perfect.

That Lily Evans. What would life be without her. No one to yell obscenities at me every time I opened my mouth and certainly a lot more free time for me.

Shit. And she's going to be forced to hang with me since she'll know no one there. I will be her protector, her friend, her soul mate. I, James Potter, will be a SUPER MAN.

I'm going off track. Well, anyway, the story behind this Justin Jones is that his Mum got laid by Voldemort and since they didn't have any protection or anything, she got pregnant and Justin was born. And we – Lily and I – have to save him and bring him back or something. I was enjoying the Sherbet Lemon. But Lily'll know, I suppose.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello Jamester."

James quickly stuffed his diary into his pillowcase and tried to look innocent.

"Hello, Sirius."

"Trying to look innocent, are we? Been scribbling your sissy problems in your diary again, like a girl?"

"I was not scribbling my sissy problems. I was scribbling my memoirs for the future generation to gain inspiration from my wise and often life saving adventures."

"Potato, pataato…"

"Pill."

"Watch it, James, you're sounding like Lily."

James clapped two hands on his cheeks. "The horror!"

Sirius laughed and flopped down on the bed next to him.

"Speaking of Lily, what happened in Dumbledore's office?"

"You mean besides her shrieking at me like a banshee?"

"…"

"He just wanted to tell us some stuff. About the ball and all, you know."

"Right. You can just tell me you can't say, Jamesie. I got a few years before I reach my mid-life crisis. I'm stil youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung."

Sirius grabbed a hat and did a dance. James laughed at his friend's antics, and glanced at his watch. It was 5 o'clock.

"Damn, I better go. I'll see you later, Padfoot."

"Bye, Prongsie. All the best."

"Thanks."

"LILYYYY!"

"Hi, Annie."

"You have got to get James to go out with me."

"The mental workings of that boy are wholly and completely beyond my control."

"But he's been mad about you for ages! Can't you just tell him to pretend I'm you?"

"Considering that you're a blue-eyed blonde, I imagine that will be hard for him to do."

"Oh, come on, Lily!"

Lily set her diary to one side.

"Annabelle Pamela Thomas! This is Potter we're talking about. Potter."

"I knooooow, that's what I'm saying! It's… aaah… It's JAMES!"

The difference in the tones of voice was all too evident.

Lily laughed. "You, Annie, are a basket case. I give up."

"You do that, but at least get James to go out with me! It's not too late, Lils."

"Don't. Call. Me. That."

"Alright, alright, but please, Lily!"

"It's 5 o'clock. I have to go meet Dumbledore, Annie. I'll see you in a bit."

"I'll be right here."

"Hopefully, so will I."

Lily reached the end of the stairway where a certain very attractive messy haired boy awaited her arrival.

"Evans."

"Potter."

Thus, acknowledging each other's presence, they walked in silence to the Headmaster's office.

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