One Word
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One word. That's all it took. One word from her and he stopped dead in his tracks. That one word surprised the sixteen year old boy so much that he almost couldn't respond. The black haired boy stood, gaping at the girl, mouth open, in a daze.
"James?"
There it was again. It was simple really. It was, after all, his name. Everyone called him by his name. Well, everyone except the Slytherins and she had called him by his given name. That red-haired, ill tempered, stubborn witch had, for the last five and a half years refused to call him anything but 'Potter'. (and numerous insults.)
"James?" She tried again to bring him out of the daze he was in.
She must have lost her mind. Three times in one day? What in the world changed? James thought.
"James!" The red-haired girl yelled, though not at her usual volume when yelling at the boy, she was only three feet away from him and was still loud enough to be heard in four classrooms down the corridor. Finally he seemed to regain some sense and closed his mouth. The girl rolled her emerald green eyes, sighed and tried one last time.
"James?"
"Yes Lily?" The messy haired wizard finally replied.
"Could you move yourself out of the doorway so the rest of us can leave the potions classroom?" She asked impatiently as five other students echoed their agreement to her request.
James complied and moved, not caring about the glare Lily sent in his direction as she was leaving, because, after all, she had spoken that word.
One word. That's all it took. One word from her and his world was complete. The nineteen year old man froze and then asked her to repeat what she had said, to make sure he wasn't dreaming again.
"Yes." The woman replied.
"Really?" He asked in disbelief. The crimson haired girl laughed and spoke once again.
"Yes, yes I'll marry you, James."
The wizard hugged the witch and looked around the living room of his home in Godric's Hollow with a smile on his face and placed a diamond ring on his Lily's finger.
One word. That's all it took. One word from her made the twenty one year old auror forget his 'constant viligence' and almost faint.
"James?" His wife of one year nervouslyand carefully inquired.
"You're what?" James asked in shock, confusion evident in his voice.
"Pregnant. I'm two months pregnant."
One would think that after ten years of knowing this girl, that boy would be able to respond to her one word announcements. But I suppose that when one leads such a life, it's not the response that matters, it's the way the responses are given to those little heart stopping statements.
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