A/N: I can't believe it! I have like no reviews! I'm begging you, PLEASE review! Anyway, go read my other stories, they're good! Damn you!
Disclaimer: Remus: Ha, you can't call me innocent Moony, anymore Sirius!
Sirius: Good for you, Moony.
Lily: I can't believe you told him.
Me: He'll probably tell everyone.
Remus: But then it wouldn't be a well-kept secret!
Lily: Don't get me started.
Sirius: You guys make me sad.
So anyway, I don't own Harry Potter.
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Chapter 14: You Lie
"Why won't you leave me alone?"
"We both know that I can't."
"But why? I'm happy, and I have a great boyfriend. I like the path I'm on!"
"You know this isn't what's meant for you."
"No I don't! This is what's meant for me!" The boy sighed; his green eyes empty of joy or twinkle. "Why do you care about my destiny?"
"Because if you stay with him, then I won't be born." The Potter look-alike shifted from foot to foot, looking ashamed.
"You're Potters son…"
"And yours."
Lily sat up in bed like she had so many times before, her breathing ragged and her hear hammering a hundred miles per hour. Remus warily opened an eye, groggy and slightly confused.
"What is it, Lils?" She turned to face him, upset and disappointed.
"I- I don't know." Still shaking and very much disturbed, she lay back into the pillows next to him. "I just keep having these strange dreams." He snuggled close to her and pulled some curls away from her face.
"What are they?" She appreciated his understanding. Any other guy would have mocked her or just told her to go back to sleep.
"It's this boy, not a day older than seventeen. He tells me that I'm not following my destiny." At the mention of destiny Remus felt his heart creep into his throat. "He looked so much like Potter, he's his son." She shivered at the thought of his other parent. "My god, Remy, he had my eyes." He knew what she was implying.
"But it was a dream, right? We're doing the right thing."
"Oh god I hope so." Remus shifted and snuggled closer to her.
"Merry Christmas." She smiled and cuddled closer to him before kissing him softly.
"Merry Christmas." He wrapped an arm around her then groaned, pulling his arm away. "What is it?"
"I'm just so sore." He balled up his fists to rub his eyes.
"That's normal," she replied with a cheeky wink and a small giggle. He blushed but gave a lazy grin.
"That's not it, it's cause of my transformation tonight." The smirk slid off her face as she imagined the pain he would have to go through that night. "Oh god, the guys they're waiting for me!" He sat bolt upright and slid out from under the covers, before bending over to repair his dress robes with his fallen wand.
"Um… Remy?" she asked as he pulled on his trousers inside out. "You can't exactly wear those robes, then they'll know that you were the one who gave Potter a nasty shiner." He nodded and transfigured his dark navy dress robe into a normal uniform before sliding it on over his misbuttoned shirt. "Can you just meet me in our room before tonight though? I want to give you my gift."
"Of course, Lils. But I've got to run, I'll see you later." He lent over and kissed her on the lips. With that he said, "I love you," and dashed out of the room. She could hear him jump down the rickety steps and fly out the trap door. What next?
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James glared at his reflection. As Lily predicted, he had a nasty black eye. It cold be easily removed, but James didn't want to touch it, and he put up with the disfigurement.
"Remind me why you aren't going to let me remove that thing?" Sirius drawled from his armchair by the fire in the Gryffindor common room.
"I want Lily to have to deal with the guilt that comes with her date punching me." James returned the mirror to his pocket and stretched out across the couch.
"She's not the one who needs to deal with guilt, Prongs."
"Have you seen Remus?"
"No," Sirius mumbled, wondering what on earth had gotten into his friend. Remus had fallen off the surface of the earth. He wasn't on the map, wasn't in the infirmary, wasn't in the library, and had never even showed up at the ball. "He probably had some issues with the full moon, I doubt he's doing anything wrong." But Sirius knew exactly what was going on. Remus was with Lily, Remus had punched James, and Remus had lost control.
James watched the door like a hawk, though whom he was waiting for Sirius wasn't sure. "A watched cauldron never boils, Prongs." But eventually the portrait swung open and a very nervous and messy Moony stepped through, his hair ruffled and clothes looking particularly shabby.
"Where the hell were you, Moony?" James asked, waving his friend over to the couch. "You missed quite a scene last night." Remus stared guiltily at his friend's black eye and wondered if he would notice his disheveled appearance.
"Hospital wing, I wasn't feeling very well," Remus supplied before seeing Sirius shaking his head franticly. "Then I did some work in the library," he added, as James looked him over.
"Why do you look so bad? Your clothes are torn."
"I got in a spot of trouble with Malfoy, but he won't be bothering me again for a while." You lie, Remy, you lie, Remus thought as James shrugged and turned to face the fire. He chuckled inwardly at his friend's gullibility.
"Why don't you get all our presents from the dorms and we can open them down here?" Sirius offered. At the mention of gifts James dashed up the stairs without a second thought about Remus. "You were with Evans, weren't you?" Remus grinned. "Um, are you going to fill me in?"
"Thanks for that handy incantation you told me last summer, by the way." Sirius' jaw hit the floor.
"You sly dog!" Remus winked at him and spread out on the sofa. "Well at least you used protection." They sat in silence for a couple minutes while he closed his eyes. But Remus' relaxation was quickly interrupted. "LIKE A VIRGIN, TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!" But for once Remus only laughed. "Damn Moony, what did that girl do to you?"
She made my life worth living.
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A/N: I apologize that this was so short, but you will be rewarded shortly. Next chapter: gift exchanging, more irritating dreams, and yet another disturbing palm reading. Basically, it all begins to go down hill.
Next time:
He didn't care what she gave him; she'd already given him the best gift in the world.
And then:
"Expecto Patronum!" she yelled, as a glowing wolf exploded from the tip of her wand.
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