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Author's Note: Okay, a few things to say in this note. First off, Peter is not a death eater yet. In the books, I'm pretty sure that Sirius had said that Peter became a spy at least a year before James and Lily were murdered, and they were married about three years, I think. I might be wrong, if I am and you know the correct info., could you tell me? Thanks!

Most of you, I'm sure, already know this, but a waiter is a man and a waitress is a woman. Also, a fiancee is a woman and a fiance is a man. As I already said, most of you probably already know this, but there's a part in this chapter that has the words "waitress" and "waiter" and I didn't want you to get confused or anything.

Last of all, I don't know what Peter is. I mean, I don't know if he's muggle-born, half-blood, or pure-blood. Unless I can find any info. on that, he's going to be pure-blood in this fic.

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Chapter Five-The Attack of the Rocks

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"How about these, Remus?"

"Er. . .they're both. . .nice?" Remus answered in more a questionable form finding that both flowers were purple, had yellow spots, and long stems.They looked the same.

It was Wednesday afternoon, a week and four days till the wedding, Lily and Carol decided to go to the florist shop and find the flowers Lily wanted for the wedding and for the reception. It was more Carol deciding they'd go to the shop that day, seeing as Lily really wanted nothing to do with the wedding planning, much less the wedding. She felt worse about letting this charade go on as the hours went by.

Of course, Carol insisted that Lily owl James and his friends to invite them on their visit to the florist. And of course, James and his friends (his friends reluctantly) agreed. Remus, Sirius, and Peter were just worried they enter the florist single and walk out with a date Carol set them up with.

George had somehow managed to find a way out of this shopping trip, only saying that the Evans family better not be bankrupted by the time they had finished shopping.

Remus mumbled another "They're both nice" statement to Lily's mother before hurridly walking over to Peter, who had just dropped a bouquet of tulips. Remus helped pick them up, sending glances around watching for any wandering-nearby clerks, ready to send them out of the flower shop for dropping their tulip bouquets.

Peter sneezed as the last of the tulips were put back in their rightful place."I think I'm a-a-a-allergic to someth-th-th-achoo!" He finished sneezing again, right on a nearby patch of daisies.

Remus steered Peter clear of the flowers and stood with him in the only location that wasn't in a five feet range of any living (or, for that matter, wax or plastic) flowers: The sidewalk outside of the shop. Peter sneezed again. On Remus (and on a passing elderly woman). Remus wondered how exactly James got him to agree to coming here today. He didn't think he'd ever agree to anything like this. Yet, James always had a persuasive side to him. If he didn't, Lily Evans probably wouldn't be his fiancee today.

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"Lily, what do you think of these? You said you wanted to have a tradition white theme for the wedding." Carol asked, holding up white lilies and, er, white lilies.

"Mum, they're the same." Lily stated slowly, putting down the white roses she was holding. Lily did like her older self's taste in color. White seemed like a good color for the wedding (that would never happen).

"Oh, no, dear. See, these," Carol said holding the lilies in her left hand out for Lily to look at closer,"have beige colored spots at their tips." She held the others out,"These don't, Lily."

Lily stood for a moment,"Mum," She said slowly,"Those aren't beige colored spots at their tips. The pedals are dying."

Carol also stood for a moment, sizing up what Lily just told her. Her mouth was open slightly as she peered at the flowers tips, then at Lily. "Hmmm, maybe I need a stronger prescription for my glasses. . ." she trailed off.

Lily began to nod slowly, an eyebrow raised. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a hand took hers. James. She tried to ignore his hand in hers. And she tried to ignore his gaze. On her. He was always looking at her. Lily wished he wouldn't. It gave her an. . .uncomfortable feeling.

"Those are nice flowers." He said nodding towards the dying flowers in Mrs. Evans' hands.

Lily looked up at him, an exasperated look on her face. Men were so unobservant sometimes."They're dying, James." She said pointing at the pedals.

"Oh, well. . .er, hey, is that, Remus and Peter?" James asked looking around awkwardly, obviously feeling overwhelmed by all of the flowers in the shop. Lily had to pity him. Why in the world would he actually agree to helping them shop for flowers? Sure it was their wedding, but honestly. He (along with his friends) really didn't know one flower from the next.

Peter had lasted only fifteen minutes in the shop before he began to drop vases (breakable) and bouquets.

Sirius lasted half an hour before say he was going to "find a restroom" and left. "Find a restroom" for Lily, translated to "I'm heading out to the muggle cafe across the street from here for about an hour or so, these flowers and vases are making me claustrophobic". Her translation was so detailed because she had seen him walk across the street herself and sit down (rather anxiously; muggle places made him anxious she guessed). Lily had watched him drink down four cups of, what she thought was, tea.

Remus, she thought, could last as long it took to find the right flowers, but he had left escorting Peter out of the shop five minutes ago after he (Peter) had a sneezing fest.

James, although he looked extremely out of place and jumpy (Muggle places made him anxious as well), seemed like he could last for the entire flower-picking session. . .until now. Lily noticed his eyes kept darting (when they weren't looking over at her) to the door and to the window which showed Remus and Peter standing outside (Peter still sneezing every few minutes).

"Yes, I think it is. Maybe you should go check on them." Lily said. James looked over at her and Lily realized at the last minute that she was rather expressionless, so she smiled slightly at him. He smiled lopsidely back at her. She felt strange acting this way around James. She wasn't that use to smiling at him. Sure, he smiled at her all the time at Hogwarts, but she never smiled back (well, on a few occasions). Her face flushed.

"Okay, yeah, I'll go check on them. I should probably go check on Sirius too, he's been gone for ages."

Carol twirled a pair of violets in her right hand,"Yes, you should find Sirius, James. There's a friend of mine that works here that I'm sure he'd love to meet-" she said, looking in the direction of the cash register where a women that look about their age (not fifteen, but eighteen). Lily had had taken her mother's elbow,"How about we take a look at those chrysanthemums, mum?" She said, rolling her eyes at James and cracking another awkward smile. Lily let go of James' hand and led Carol away, not letting her finish the topic of Sirius meeting her friend. Glancing back, she could see James still smiling at her.

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"Do you want a refill on your water, Remus?" Carol asked later that night at a nice restaurant a few blocks from the florist. The boys had found something good out of this trip today: Food.

"No, thanks." Remus answered quickly, waving his hand a little to add more meaning to the words.

Carol nodded disappointly. She had noticed that one of her friends that worked as a waitress at the restaurant was working that day. Ever since they had gotten a table, Carol had done everything possible to bring the waitress by the table as much as possible. That was third time in the last twenty minutes Remus had been asked if he wanted his water refilled. Sirius had been inquired twice since he finished his dinner if he wanted dessert and Peter had been asked a whopping five times if he need anymore sugar for his tea. He had declined.

Carol was a matchmaker. That was all there was to it. The marriage between the Evans' mailman and the neighbors daughter across the street was Carol's doing.Petunia had met Vernon through Carol-though, it was more of a coincidence there. Carol had actually wanted Petunia to meet a friend of Vernon's, not Vernon himself. James (Yes,James Potter) was invited over for tea at the Evans' during the summer holidays between sixth and seventh year (the current fifteen year old Lily did not know this of course). Even James (Yes,James Potter) was invited over for tea at the Evans' during the summer holidays between sixth and seventh year (the current fifteen year old Lily did not know this, of course).

if there was a special occasion (say, James and Lily's upcoming wedding) on the way, Carol was really in the matchmaking mood. Remus, Peter, and Sirius might as well realize they would be getting dates for the wedding, even if Carol had to attach them by handcuffs and write We're each other's date! on their foreheads.

"More sugar, Peter?"

Peter tensed for a moment, tea cup in mid air. His eyes darted to the sugar bowl sitting in the center of the table, brimming almost over the top with sugar. "Er, no thanks."

"Well, if your sure. I'm sure we can get Judy (her waitress friend) over here with more sugar, though-"

"Mum, tell the boys about the flowers we found; you do better at, er, describing things." Lily cut in, saving Peter. That was all it took for matchmaking to be wiped from Carol's mind (for a few minutes, anyway). If there was one thing that got Lily's mother more excited over than matchmaking, it was Lily's wedding.

Peter, along with the rest of the boys, except James who hadn't been asked various times if he needed a refill or dessert, gave Lily a thankful look. She shrugged and made, what she hoped was, a smile on her face. Five minutes past and Carol was still speaking about the flowers. The boys looked like they were beginning to regret Lily bringing up the flowers now and would have rather dealt with Carol's waitress friend.

Lily turned her head to James, who was sitting next to her (she had tried to avoid that, she really had),"How are your parents, James?" She asked, drowning out Carol's ninety miles an hour voice.

James' slightly glazed over in boredom face turned to Lily. He grinned slightly,"They're good."

Lily nodded, the awkward smile that had been following her around most of the day still on her face. She didn't know how to reply.

Silence, for once, fell across the table. It was an awkward silence. The kind where everyone tries to look busy and pretend that they don't notice the awkward silence, which only made the awkward silence worse.

Remus folded his cloth napkin in half very precisely.

Sirius had discreetly used his wand under the table and made his napkin into a bird, sending it flying (with help from his wand) straight into James' head. James rubbed his head and grabbed the bird, glaring at Sirius (there was slightly grin on his face though), then nodded his head pointly to the looking-down-at-her-bowl-of-soup Lily, then nodded his head to a table full of a muggles nearby. Apparently, he was trying to warn Sirius about Lily's wrath and the muggles curiousity if they saw a cloth napkin bird fly across the table and into his head. Sirius shrugged with a smirk on his face. Sirius was probably the best at pretending not to notice the awkward silence.

Peter was probably the worst at trying to pretend not notice the awkward silence and look busy. He had gulped down all of his tea in a few seconds and got a waiter's (to Carol disappoint since it wasn't her waitress friend, and since it wasn't even a woman). The waiter filled his tea cup again and walked away. Peter immediately spooned three large clumps of sugar from the slightly less brimming over the top sugar bowl, pouring them clumsily into the new cup of tea. He then promptly gulped that cup down, just about choking on it. He sat for a few minutes, staring anywhere but the table he was sitting at and the people at that table. Finally, he spoke (to himself, mostly),"I need another cup of tea." Peter began looking around frantically for a waiter or waitress.

James was actually quite calm and collected at the moment, slurping his soup loudly every once and a while, just to get rid of the silence for a few seconds. He looked over at Lily many times; it seemed she was the only interesting thing at the table at the moment. Then again, he was always watching Lily.

Carol was disappointedly stirring her salad around with her fork, looking around every once and a while, wondering where her waitress friend was, Remus' water was looking like it needed a refill.

Lily sat straight up, starring down at her bowl of soup. She was avoiding James' gaze, her soup was rather less uncomfortable than his gaze.

She heard someone clear their throat loudly. Remus, maybe. She looked up. Everything was still the same. No one was looking around for the throat clearer person. Lily turned her head (accidently, of course) to James; he had just turned his own head to look at her. Again. Their eyes meet and James grinned lopsidely (he did that alot, she noticed, grinned lopsidely) at her. Lily's awkward smile came up again before she looked back down to her soup bowl.

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"Now, boys, I assure you this car is just as safe as those, er, broomsticks you fly on." Carol said trying to comfort the four Marauders as she turned the key in the ignition of the Evans' car. Lily was muggle-born so cars weren't that big a deal with her; she was a pro at riding in one, driving a car though, was a different story entirely. The engine roared in the darkness of the night. They were heading back to the Evans household.

They had paid for their food after about ten more minutes of awkward silence; Remus, Sirius, and Peter leaving faster than the others since Carol's waitress friend had been located, Carol, of course, calling her over. The three were gone before Carol could say "Matchmaking".

Peter jumped a foot in the air as they heard the engine. The other three were a little less jumpy (no pun intended). Remus was the least anxious since he was half-blooded and had more experience with riding in cars; he couldn't drive one for his life though. James and Sirius weren't as anxious as Peter, though their eyes were darting around suspicious from the back seat (which was rather crowded with four people, Remus and Carol were in the front seat). Lily had been seated by James, yet again (she tried not to, really she did).

"Are you sure this. . .thing is safe?" Sirius asked warily.

"It's perfectly safe, Sirius." Lily answered for her mother. "If anything, the broomsticks you ride on are more dangerous than this car."

"Broomsticks aren't dangerous!" Sirius sputtered back, James joining Sirius' protest. Lily turned to the window, rolling her eyes. They were just as broom obsessed as they were in fifth year.

Lily leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes. "I'm so tired, I think could sleep for a week." She mumbled, the day's events had tired her out.

Carol laughed, keeping her eyes on the road,"Well, that wouldn't work, would it? You'd miss the engagement party Saturday!"

Lily's eyes popped open in alert. The engagement party! It took everything in her not to groan in depression. This Saturday was the engagement party.

"Yeah, Lily. Wouldn't want to miss the engagement party, considering the fact that's it's your engagement party and that James would be quite the lonely engaged man." Sirius joked. Everyone laughed. . .well, er, Lily let out a quick, nervous laugh before shutting up, feeling as though the soup from dinner wasn't going to stay in her stomach very long.

Silence fell again after the laughter died out; it was a comfortable silence this time, not awkward. The car ran over a rock (probably) and it jolted some, Peter jumped again. "What was that?" He asked in panic.

"Oh, a rock probably." Carol said absentmindly.

"What?" Peter asked quickly, squirming around in his seat. He pulled out his wand,"Rocks? We're being attacked by rocks?" He asked quickly, looking about, cranning his neck to look behind him, through the back window. Peter noticed no else looked panicked like him,"What's with you? We're being attacked by rocks and you just sit there!"

"What are you talking about, Peter?" Remus asked bewildered, twisting around through his seat belt to look back at Peter. The others (excluding Carol who's eyes were still on the road, though she did take a second to glance back once) also looking at Peter with a bewildered expression. "The rocks! We're being attacked!" Peter repeated.

James and Sirius, also less experienced and less knowledgeable when it came to cars, began to look panicked as well.

"Should we stop the car?" Sirius asked. "It would be easier to duel the, er, rocks if we could get out." He paused for a second at the word rocks because he had always thought rocks to be harmless (and not living).

"No, we'll be fine-" Carol started.

"We're all going to die!" Peter cut in.

Lily looked exasperatingly at the three panicking idiots sitting in the backseat with her,"What are you talking about, you idio-"

"Does this happen often?" James asked her, his wand out.

"No, because rocks don't attack cars, James. At all." Lily said, trying to grab at his wand, not wanting him to send a spell somewhere in the car.

"Should I pull the car over?" Mrs. Evans inquired worriedly.

"Yes, it will be easier to stun them-"

"No, Mrs. Evans, just kept-"

"Are you crazy, Rem-"

"Pull over, mum!" Lily exclaimed, going crazy with all the panic.

Carol quickly pulled over, screeching to a stop. Sirius, who was seated closest to one of the back doors, grabbed at the door,"I'm going to stun every single one of those rocks. . ." He trailed off for a moment. Peter's shouts of panic and James' shouts for Lily to open the door (she was closest to the other door, James next to her) along with Carol, Remus, and Lily's shouts to get the other three calmed down were the only noises.

Sirius looked over at Lily quickly,". . .Er, how do you open the door?"

Lily rolled her eyes, even though she was inwardly amused at the fact that Sirius couldn't open a door. She didn't say anything. Instead, Lily opened her door and just about fell out as James and Sirius scrambled to get out (Peter was more reluctant).

Carol and Remus also got out (both knowing how to open their car doors). Sirius and James stood alert, wands at the ready. James put an arm roughly around Lily's shoulder pulling her close to him,"Get your wand out, Lily!" He exclaimed. "Sirius, Remus, watch over Mrs. Evans!" He added.

Lily looked up at James funnily. She stared at him for few seconds trying to figure out what he was doing, holding on to her so tightly for. She finally realized that he was trying to. . .to protect her from the, er, so called rocks. She flushed and stood rigidly by his side.

Silence. Car drives by. Silence. Dog barks. Car drives by. Silence.

"Where. . .Where are the rocks?" James asked in confusion, his grip on Lily's shoulder and on his wand, loosening.

"There aren't any rocks, dear." Carol replied.

"What?" Sirius asked quickly, Peter repeating his statement.

"I told you rocks don't attack cars." Lily answered. There was a brief silence as the three confused wizards registered what had happened in their heads.

Remus covered his laughed with his hand. Carol had a broad smile on her face. Lily looked like a real grin was starting to come onto her face.

"Oh. . ." Sirius trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck while slowly putting his wand away. He quickly slide back into the backseat of the car. Peter did the same. James chuckled weakly,"Well, then. . ." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair and then putting his wand away. His arm slowly left Lily's shoulder and he, too, slide in the backseat of the car.

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"Oh, shut it, Remus." Sirius growled a few minutes later. After the other three had gotten back in the car, Carol started the car and drove off; Sirius, Peter, and James even more tense about riding in a car now. Remus couldn't help but snicker. Lily and Carol both had grins on their faces.

"You three were acting like a bunch of idiots!" Remus stated from the front seat.

The three grumbled.

"Now, now, Remus. It isn't their fault they haven't ridden that much in a car." Carol said, trying to make them feel better. It wasn't working that well.

Lily chuckled softly as James turned his head towards her,"Just what are you laughing about?" he asked.

"You thought rocks were attacking the car." Lily answered swiftly.

"Well. . .how was I suppose to know?" James replied moodily; there was a slight smile on his face though. Lily kept the grin on her face; it was just too funny. James finally gave in and laughed quietly.

Lily shook her head and look out the window; humor starting to disappear from her face. She sighed deeply. This world-this life was was starting to become the present for Lily. Her fifth year at Hogwarts was beginning to become the past. It was something that she remembered vividly. It had been only a week since she had woken up here, yet it seemed so much longer.

She suddenly felt years older (well, she actually was years older, but she felt years older in a figurative sense right now) with the despair of knowing that she might never go back to her old life.

Lily longed to be her fifteen year old self again. She longed for the five foot essays and even Professor Binn's History of Magic class that dragged on for what seemed like hours at a time, when in reality it was only an hour. Lily even missed, in a way, fifteen year old git Potter and his flirtatious, arrogant ways.

Just as she was about to doze off, Lily felt James' hand intertwine with hers. She looked down sharply, fully awake now. Her head came to see James' face, expecting him to be looking at her like he always seemed to do, only to find that instead he was looking foward, a goofy smile playing on his face.

Lily, for a moment, thought of pretending to yawn and stretch out her arms, therefore finding a excuse to let go of James' hand. But she didn't. She left her hand right where it was.

For some reason, Lily didn't feel figuratively years older now . . .

. . .In fact, she felt strangely giddy.

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