Winter had come and almost everyone stayed outside having snow fights. Lily sat next Jamie mostly all Saturdays, and Jamie was doing quiet well. Vincent, however, had not visited Jamie yet – and James did not want to hurry him into it.

-

"Remus, what have you been doing? Wrestling a wolf?" Lily asked as she met Remus in the corridor.

"Well, I was…helping Peter with a spell, and he doesn't seem to be getting the hang of it." Remus replied.

"Oh. Well, good-luck with that."

"Yes, right, thanks."

-

"Wow, you've been sleeping for two days in a row now, hope you're okay." Lily said to the asleep, pale, Jamie.

Lily watched her, wondering what was going to happen and when she was going to wake up.

She wished she didn't bring her out to sit under the willow tree. It was all her fault – she knew she was sick. She knew winter was coming…

Lily fell asleep with Jamie's hand on hers.

She woke up when she felt Jamie's hand twitch. "Jamie, you woke up!" Lily hugged her. Jamie smiled.

"Did you…know that…if you keep…a goldfish in a…dark place long enough…it will eventually…turn white?" She said, between long breaths.

Lily smiled, and there was silence – until Lily broke it, "I have something for you." She took off her mother's locket, "Ta-da!"

Jamie beamed, "The…good-luck locket."

"Yeah, I just…I just…think it's really is true that it does bring luck with James and him and me and everything…" Lily said, "So I was thinking that you can have it for a while."

"But…it's you're mother's."

"Yeah, I know. I know, but that doesn't really matter." Lily said, looking at Jamie pale, pale face, "None of it matters." She tightened her grip on her necklace, "Listen, you have to take it, Jamie, you have to let it help you. Okay, you have to let it help you. Please." Lily started to cry. "I know that you're tired. But you can't give up – this – will give you a miracle you just…have to…believe."

Jamie took Lily's hand. "But Lily…" Lily looked up, "the locket have already worked…its luck on me…it brought me…to you."

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Lily walked through the snow, watching the owls fly from the Owlery. She just did not understand how Jamie could deserve what she had. The pain she had suffered the sadness she has been through, her parents…especially her mother…

-

Vincent walked into the Hospital Wing and stood in front of Jamie.

"It's about time…you showed up." Jamie said; and tried her hardest to make her biggest smile.

Vincent nodded, "Er, what's that?" he said, pointing at what was in Jamie's hand, a snitch.

"The snitch, James got it for me." Jamie said, "I'll miss Saturday's Quidditch game so he let me borrow it for a while."

Vincent smiled and sat on a seat next to her bed.

"He said a lot…of Hufflepuffs will be here after…the game to keep me company…he told me…the beater's were going to try…really hard to get as much…as they could."

Vincent chuckled. "Cool."

"He's a cool guy, James is…" Jamie said nodding.

Vincent nodded with her, "Yeah, he is…a lot of people are cool." He said, "You were right, and…I was wrong. I'm wrong about most people…"

Jamie held his hand, "The important thing is…you always change your mind about them…"

-

Vincent turned Jamie bed around so that she faced the window that was usually behind her, and he lay down next to her, looking up at the stars.

"I want you…" Jamie said, "To do something for me…"

"What?" Vincent asked.

"Talk to mum."

"Why?"

"Because you can."

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"Dad." Vincent said.

"Vincent," His dad replied as he led Vincent to the car.

"Look, Dad, I wrote to you on why Jamie wasn't coming…I –"

"Yes, yes, I know." His dad said.

-

"Well, I'm glad you are finally talking again." His dad said as they were driving the motorway.

"Yes. A friend helped me out with it."

"Friend? You have friends, now. Wonderful."

"Er…dad? Did you move?" Vincent asked as he realized his father was driving towards a completely different place.

"Yes."

-

His father drove into a driveway that belonged to a house that Vincent never seen before, a woman (which Vincent never seen before) walked out of the front door. "Who's that?" Vincent asked.

"We live together." His father said. Dad? Living with a muggle?

They went out of the car, "You must be…Vincent. I thought there was another one." She turned to Mr. Nick, "Jamie wasn't it?" She turned back to Vincent, "You can call me Tracey. Your father had talked about you, and we are going to have a wonderful Christmas! Now, let's get you out of the cold and then you'll be able to meet the kids."

Kids?

When he walked inside, he couldn't believe his father lived here. There was nothing magical about the place.

"Here they are Christie and Jordan – this is Vincent."

"Hi."

Vincent nodded. He looked at Christie, she was about their age, her brown locks didn't seem out of place and her blue eyes was filled with absolute bore ness – and Jordan seemed to be two years older and looked a lot like his sister.

-

That night at dinner Christie, Jordan, Vincent's dad, and Tracey were talking about Christie's school while Vincent sat there slowly eating his food. He wasn't having much fun at all.

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Lily sat on the sofa, admiring the softness of it. Looking up at the ceiling, so relieved she was finally home. Then, the doorbell rang, and Lily leapt up and made her way to the front door.

"James!" Lily exclaimed as she saw who was waiting for her behind the door.

-

"Dad, Petunia, this is James.' Lily introduced.

James smiled at both of them and shook Mr Evans' hand. Mr Evans looked at James from top to bottom.

"Well, are you going to stay long?" Petunia asked James.

"Er…I - "

"We'll going out, both of us." Lily said.

Mr Evans looked at his daughter, "Where are you going?"

"Drive around…you don't mind, do you, dad?"

Mr Evans stayed quiet for a second, "No. Be back soon."

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"You call this…pizza, right?" James said as he took a big bite from his piece.

"Yup. This is the perfect pizza…" Lily said. "I think it's the olives."

"No. Bacon."

"Olives."

"Bacon."

"Okay, how about both?" Lily asked.

"No – bacon."

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