Minutes later Lily ran in through the giant double doors with tears streaming down her face. She ran up flights of stairs and was half way to the common room before she collapsed in sobs.

Then, as if from another world came an, "Ahhh, Miss Evans!" she looked up to see the tall, thin, gray haired man standing a few steps above her. Dumbledore. He knelt down. "The headmaster would like to see you in his office."

She walked as a girl condemned up another flight of stairs, and up a revolving flight of stairs to the headmasters office, filled with shiny gadgets and opalescent figures.

"Have a seat, Miss Evans," and as she sat she found it odd that that Dumbledore did as well, just on the other side of the desk, where the headmaster was supposed to sit. She tried to hold back tears as she asked, "Where's the headmaster?"

He ignored the question.

"It has come to my attention that you were absent from the school wide meeting this evening."

"I- I'm sorry."

He stared at her from a moment. And then, out of nowhere, exclaimed, "Ah, no matter. I wished to talk to you separately anyhow."

"Where is the headmaster?" She attempted again.

He sighed, " I'm sorry to tell you this, Lily, but your previous headmaster has suffered a death concerning matters of the dark arts. He crossed paths with a very serious death eater." I am now Hogwarts' new headmaster…"

Lily lowered her head and the tears came again. The timing. Awful timing.

"Death is something you have to accept, Lily. He died for a good cause."
She nodded.
And then, again, quite suddenly, " Now, on to happier news! I hear it is your birthday soon…?"
She nodded, "Next week."

"Well, I see no reason why I cant give you your present a week early… mind you, the wrapping was not done by me. I, personally, would have gone with a nice green color… but, none the less, here you are." He had handed her a square package, wrapped in brown paper from the drawer of his desk. Her tears fell from her face onto it, making spots and splotches of darker brown. Lily smelt the vague scent of vanilla as she examined it, and as she opened it, wondered why the new headmaster was giving her a birthday present.

She opened it to find a very old, very rattled book. The Little Prince. She looked up at Dumbledore, amazed.

"I do believe there is a note inside…" he said.

She opened it to find that not only was it the same book from her aunts library, the one she read so many times that the pages were worn and dog- eared, but also a log message on the inside front cover. She couldn't help but read the long and spidery hand writing right then.

'Dear Lily,
This has been saved to give you on your sixteenth birthday. I hope now you will be able to fully comprehend what it entails, now that you have time to experience more of the world!
I want you to know that I love you. I also wanted to tell you, as I'm sure you have figured out by now, I am a witch. The frightening thing you found in my broom closet was a bogart, a common thing in the wizarding world. But what am I talking about? I am sure you are apart of that world now. You are a witch, Lily. I could feel it from the day I met you.
I am also an Auror, Lily. I do my best to fight against dark magic. I wanted to tell you, but simply spending so much time together as we did was too dangerous. Your mother was right in separating us. But I never stopped loving you. Now I realize that whatever else I could have been doing was "nothing of any consequence" compared to being with you.

From,
Your loving Aunt.'

Lily did her best to wipe away her tears.

"Your aunt was a very good friend of mine," said Dumbledore, "… she was also a very good person."

"I'm okay now you guys. Truly honestly, completely. I swear."

"Do you solemnly swear?"

James laughed, " Yes."

"What are you doing?" Remus asked. They were sitting alone in their dormitory in their pajama's, half asleep, only forcing their eye lids open because James was finally talking and making sense at the same time.

"Writing home," he replied. "You guys need to get some sleep, everything's fine."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked while yawning.

"Yes! Why? Do you want me to sing me a lullaby? Is that it? Well, if you insist." James went about singing the Hogwart's school theme song to the tune of his friends even louder 'no's and wails.

In an instant, Lily burst though the door, clearly upset, tears down her face. "James, the Headmaster, he - he's-"

He was up off his bed in the next instant. "It's okay Lily. I know. It's okay. I'm okay with it now!"

"But- but, oh, god James, I'm so sorry for running off like that. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I understand."

"No, it's not! I ran because I thought- I thought – but no, she really did love me!…"

She wasn't making sense anymore, but he just had to say it, "Lily, I love you."

She raised her head.
The other boys were speechless.
And after a few agonizing seconds, no, a lifetime.
She smiled.
And a wave of relief blew over James.
They fell into a hug.
And they stayed.