Chapter 3: Ginny's Discovery

Ginny continued to flip through the pages as they returned to the present. "Harry, look at this!"

"Hmmm…" Harry reprised his earlier eloquence.

"Look. Doesn't this seem a bit familiar?"

Harry looked over Ginny's shoulder to the photograph she was pointing to. There he saw a young, dark haired boy with a red head sleeping on a large couch. "Hey, that's the Head's common room! I've never noticed that before. How could there be a picture I missed?"

"It was tucked behind one and just sort of slipped out I think as I grabbed it. Do they remind you of anything?" Ginny asked again.

Harry thought for a moment, "It does sort of seem like us right now. What does it say on the back?"

Ginny flipped the photograph over to see. The script and scrawl were those of Remus and Sirius. The Potters paused a moment. The memory of the two Marauders both killed in battles against Voldemort stung to this day.

"Sirius: The day hell froze over or the day that Lily and James finally admitted what Remus apparently knew all along, that they were meant for each other," read Ginny.

"Remus: Lily and James find each other after 6 years and two months of chasing," finished Harry.

"Look, here's something more," Ginny noted a small flowing script on the very bottom edge, "I prefer to remember it as the day I found the cure for headaches. – Lily."

Harry continued, "I think of it as the day I found my heart. – James."

"Wow," breathed Harry.

"Harry, why don't we find a frame for this?"

Harry kissed his wife. "That is a wonderful idea, thank you."

"Hmmm…how is your headache?" questioned Ginny.

"Well, it seems that like my mom, I found the cure for my headache in my arms." Harry kissed the top of Ginny's head.

Ginny smiled, "And like your dad I've found myself in the arms of my heart."

The clock, a replica of one in the Gryffindor common room chimed three in the morning as the two drifted to sleep in each other's arms.

Somewhere there were three Marauders and their Lily watching. Smiling and acknowledging the truth of all that was said in this warm home, echoing words they spoke long before. All attesting to the endurance of love.

"We did do something good, my Lily."

"Yes, James we did."

"Oh, and our pranks and resources were put to good use, still are from the success those Weasley twins' are having."

"Well, Padfoot, that was said as someone who never had to teach at that castle could only say."

"You know, the day you became a professor, you lost all your sense of fun."

"Padfoot stop pouting. Moony did a great job."

"Boys, calm down. You're ruining the moment."

"Yes, Lily," chorused the spirits of three Marauders.

"After all, their Lily really was the only one who could manage them, even now. Love will do that, it sticks. Long after the day is done and all else have gone. Somewhat like that unusual substance that the Marauders coated my desk chair with in their sixth year. How was I never able to figure out what that was? And how they found the password out to my office. I know that the Headmaster's office password was not on that map of theirs." The three Marauders and their Lily had not noticed the presence of a fifth person just behind them.

"Professor, you do know you just said that out loud," Remus interrupted.

"I think you are finally losing it, sir," Sirius said with utmost respect.

"Well, mates, I think our work is accomplished, we managed to confuse the greatest wizard of our time, Albus Dumbledore," stated James in great dignity.

"Yup, there goes the moment. Thanks guys."

"No problem, Lils," her husband murmured as he kissed her cheek. "You know you love it."

Lily rolled her eyes.

The End. For Now...

A/N: The story will not quite end yet. Poor McGonagall, she's next to get a headache all because of these two…so check out McGonagall's Headache.

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