A/N: Now I'm getting reviews, huh? With just an epilogue left, and now I'm getting reviews. Keep reviewing! Well, ok. I'll just start.

Warning: Mild swearing in this chapter, but nothing new.

Disclaimer: Lily: -Hyperventilates-

So anyway, I (still) don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter 22: No Regrets

Life for twenty-two year old Remus Lupin sucked. He had a crappy apartment, a crappy job, and his first and only love was married to his best friend, and expecting. He was lonely, broke, and hopeless.

A frantic knock on the door of his apartment broke his concentration. Abandoning the spy novel he had been using to try and distract him from his horrible situation, he stood up and stretched groggily, before opening the wooden door. For most people the sight of a scared and upset Lily Evans was sad, but for Remus it was scarring. Poised mid knock, she drew her extended arm away from the opened door and moved it down to finger the locket.

"Well hello Lily, what's the occ-," but he stopped midsentence as he saw that the heart shaped locket was dangling open. "Oh. My. God." She looked furious. Fuck.

"How could no one have told me?" she wailed, thankfully not crying. He shrunk backward slightly, knowing that when Lily was upset, the spitfire wouldn't stop until she was finished. "For almost six years you hid this from me! You let me marry Potter, for fuck sake! Remy, what's wrong with you?"

"How did you- what did you- how did you-" he stammered pitifully as her face began to grow red.

"Do you remember Harry? My son from the future? James' son? This son?" She pointed to her stomach, hands shaking. "Well he just popped in for tea!" she bellowed, still standing out in the hallway. "Yes, he did some fancy spell work and my pendent became a locket that held all these interesting memories! So I loved you and had sex with you? You're the one who got me pregnant? Yes, you're really cute in the morning Remy! Why on earth did you not stop me from marrying Potter?"

"Well, I'm sorry, okay? You know as well as I do that you needed to do that and you knew I didn't want you to marry him. I stood like a good little boy next to James at the wedding as you said 'I do' wearing that damn locket. Do you think that this hasn't been hard for me? I regret it every day! I was going to tell you but then Amy was murdered by Death eaters and I knew I couldn't! You had to be with him! We couldn't be together, just like I said in the library all those years ago! I stand by what I said."

"Can I kiss you, Remy?" He froze, completely stunned as Lily dropped her hand away from the necklace and took a shy step toward him. A million thoughts ran through his mind, such as the fact that this was Lily Potter, his best friends wife. And then there was the fact that her son was supposed to defeat the Dark Lord. Not to mention that she was pregnant. But as she stared into his eyes, her jade eyes full of emotion, as they had been in their sixth year, it all just slid out of that trap door in the back of his head. He didn't object when she slowly slid his hands around the back of his neck.

"We're going to regret this, Lils," he whispered, knowing he had to say something before he succumbed to longing. She just shrugged.

"No we won't, you don't regret lending me your cloak when we were sixteen," she whispered against his lips, really wanting to just snog him again. He was still struggling with his guilt.

"Of course not, but this isn't school anymore. We're adults, we have rules, and what would we tell the guys? I could never do th-,"

"Oh just shut up and kiss me Remy." So he did. And he would never ever regret it.

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A/N: Now don't go and feel sorry for James, he'll end up happy. And Sirius and Harry too. Peter… well Peter's a little prick, so who cares about him? Next chapter is good, it's the EPILOGUE! GASP! I know, I don't want it to end either! But PLEASE MAKE ME HAPPY AND HELP ME TO 150 REVIEWS! -Gets down on her knees- PLEASE!

I won't give you a teaser, since it's the epilogue and everything, but it's good. And funny. They all interrupt each other. A lot. Toodles!

Final Word Count: 774 (Sorry)