"What, too scared to pick on me without your friends here to watch?" Snivellus—no, Severus—asked, a sneer forming on his thin lips.

James shrugged. "Believe what you want, Sni—Severus. Right now all I want to do is get up to the Gryffindor tower and go to sleep." James tried to step around Severus to go up the marble staircase, but Snape stopped him.

"What's going on?" Severus asked. "What are you trying to pull? No jokes or pranks? No curses to make me levitate by the ankle? What are you up to, Potter?"

James shoved Snape's hand off of his shoulder and stepped around Snape, starting towards the stairs. He heard Severus mutter something, but he couldn't hear what it was; all of his concentration was centered on the effort of walking away from Severus Snape without performing some incantation or another. He'd promised himself at dinner that he was going to stop picking on Snape, so Lily wouldn't be able to use that as an excuse to turn him down the next time he asked her out.

Only after he heard Snape stalk off did James look up from his feet—in time to see a flash of red hair disappear past a corner farther down the corridor, in the direction of Gryffindor tower. James smiled; maybe keeping his promise wasn't going to be so difficult after all…

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Lily still hadn't decided how she felt about the seemingly transformed James Potter she'd witnessed last night. She wasn't sure if this was a trick or if James truly had changed. After seeing him turn away from Snape last night, and then politely asking Severus to pass the shredded bowtruckle kidney in their morning Potions class earlier today, Lily wanted to see if he would treat her any differently in Divination, or if his change in attitude was restricted to the way he treated Severus.

"Hello, Lily," James greeted her as she took her usual seat across from him in Divination. "Care for a cup of tea?"

Lily could only look blankly at James and the teacup he was offering, until James explained that they were reading tea leaves today. She took the cup and drank deeply, inhaling the scents of apple and cinnamon as she did so. When nothing but the dregs remained, she handed the cup back to James.

James took his glasses off and placed them on the table, bringing the teacup closer to see the sodden tea leaves at the bottom more clearly. James looked confused, looking back and forth between the teacup and the table on page 117 that related pictures with predictions. Finally James looked up at Lily, confusion written all over his face.

"Is somebody abusing you?" he asked, somewhat defensively.

Now it was Lily's turn to be confused. "What? No! No one, here or at home, is abusing me at all!"

James pointed into the teacup while reading from the textbook, "'The fist indicates physical, mental, and/or emotional torture of the drinker or his heir.'" James looked quickly up at Lily. "Do you think our son is going to be abused?"

Lily shrugged, having pretty much accepted these weird occurrences as actual premonitions. "Maybe he's sent to live with someone horrible after we're murdered," she suggested. Lily looked up to meet James's level gaze, and knew that he believed these premonitions, too.

Suddenly, both teenagers burst into laughter. They had both realized how casually Lily had made her suggestion, as if being murdered was something normal to be in someone's future. Lily noticed Sirius and Peter looking confusedly over at the laughing couple; it was unusual that Lily and James ever did anything but argue, and yet here they were: laughing their heads off, with James even holding his side as he chuckled.

When Lily next looked up at James, she felt something odd: it was that same kind of happiness that she had seen herself feel in the crystal ball. Lily stopped laughing, and the moment passed.

James looked back at the teacup, comparing another shape to the ones in the book's table. "I can't find this one!" James exclaimed, flipping through pages angrily. He flagged down the professor.

"Making up a shape is risky, Potter," Professor Ramla reprimanded as se looked closely into the teacup James offered her. James pointed the shape out to her, describing it artfully as, "that thing with the little thing coming off, and the little branchie things connected by that big thing."

Professor Ramla's eyes widened. "How could you know about that shape?" she asked in a breathy voice. "That shape isn't in your textbook. This is the Shared Heart, a symbol predicting the use of ancient magic to protect a loved one in dire situations." The teacher shook her head, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. "Spells aren't usually predicted unless they are to be cast in the drinker's last moments of life…"

"So my last words are going to be a spell to protect our son," Lily said after Professor Ramla had walked off, shaking her head and murmuring to herself. "Fun. So what else is there in my happy little teacup?"

James tilted the teacup around in a circle before smiling and putting his glasses back on. "Just a heart, but it doesn't take a genius to work that shape out: love."

Lily laughed while James chugged the contents of his own teacup, holding his nose while he did. Grimacing at the unpleasant aftertaste—they must have gotten different flavors of tea—James handed the cup to Lily, who compared the dregs with the table in her textbook. She found what looked like an elliptical clock; the book explained that clock shapes symbolize time, while anything in an elliptical shape meant "elongated" or "more of". Next to the clock was a shape looking a bit like a bowtie, which apparently symbolized a gift. Lily told James that he was going to give someone more time, causing them both to laugh.

There was only one more shape in James's cup: a sideways eight that Lily didn't think was an actual symbol until she looked in the book and saw it on the chart: the sideways eight meant infinity in scientific terms, but in terms of Divination it was used to predict a legacy. Something that would remind people of James Potter for years to come…

Harry had looked just like James, Lily remembered from the premonition in the crystal ball. Is Harry going to be James's last legacy?

When she explained her theory to James, he seemed to agree with Lily. It made sense that the son they were apparently going to have together was James's last legacy, especially if the boy was going to resemble James as closely as it had seemed in the crystal ball. After all, everyone had commented on how similar the baby had looked to its father—with the exception of the eyes.

Lily brought her bottle green eyes up to meet James's hazel ones, although with the red of his school robes they looked more like brown. When Lily's eyes met James's, she felt again that same happiness. The feeling was so strong this time that Lily was forced to smile, making James smile as well.

"Holy CRAP!" The moment was broken by Sirius's shocked cry; the boy had turned around in his chair to gawk at James and Lily. Sirius started laughing, full chuckles that caused his chest to heave. He had slid out of his chair by the time Professor Ramla had made her way over to him.

"I personally don't think Divination, as entertaining as it is to watch others attempt, is quite as funny as this," she said sternly, her hands on her hips. "What is so funny, Mr. Black?"

Sirius looked up at the teacher, bits of laughter still gasping through his speech to make it disjointed and hard to understand: "Professor—Potter and Evans—they had a… moment! They had a moment!" Sirius lost himself to fits of laughter again. Peter looked worriedly down at his friend, but Professor Ramla looked furious.

"You are interrupting this class to laugh about the way your friend is flirting with his partner?" she demanded. Her words caused Lily's cheeks to go up in flame—not literally, although Lily was sure that if she hadn't learned to master her magical skills then they really would have burst into flames.

Sirius looked up at the teacher, his face slightly crestfallen. "But Professor!" he argued. "Potter and Evans never get along! And now they're smiling at each other! Smiling! Isn't there some premonition of doom if two enemies smile at each other, or something?"

Professor Ramla glared down at the disruptive student. "No, but there is a premonition of detention if one boy does not learn to control his sense of humor." This caused Sirius to stop laughing immediately; of all the things he had ever been given detention for, laughing had never been one of them.

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Amissa couldn't help but notice the way Lily kept looking over at Potter all throughout lunch. And each time, Amissa also noticed a flash of happiness in the red-head's green eyes. This happiness was not the usual gaiety that Amissa usually saw in her best friend's eyes; it was… it was almost like euphoria, the way Lily's eyes came to life whenever she looked over at James.

Amissa took out a piece of parchment and began a poem, something neither Winola nor Lily noticed, since Amissa usually wrote random bits of poetry.

Emerald fires reveal

Happiness; euphoria

At the soul's true love.

As a poem it wasn't much; Amissa had written much better haiku in the past. But looking yet again at the way her friend's eyes danced when she next turned to catch a glimpse of James Potter, Amissa knew that there was no way she could change the words and still send the same message.

Smiling, Amissa crumpled the horrible haiku. Lily would never know about this poem. Amissa knew Lily would never admit she had a crush on James Potter.


Author's Note: I am really proud of how this chapter turned out; I wasn't sure how I was going to incorporate reading tea leaves after the chapter on palm reading, but I think I did pretty well.

For those of you who are wondering: Yes, Lily and James are going to see bits of Harry's life, but that is probably going to start in my next chapter. I wanted to write about Harry's name (I hate it when people write that his real name is "Harold" when the Hogwarts letters give his full name: HARRY James Potter!) and the happiness that Lily and James have together as a married couple, to give them a bit of conflict. And then I had to write about their deaths, but I didn't want to repeat the story we all should know: "Lily, take Harry and run!" "Avada Kedavra!" "No, don't kill Harry!" "Avada Kedavra!" flash of green light and BOOM! It would have bored me to death. So I hope you like the way I have written things so far.

And finally: I am thinking of starting a romance between Lily and James, in case you haven't noticed. I'm not sure, because they don't get together until after their fifth year at Hogwarts (see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) and this takes place only during their third year, but I am tired of writing argument after argument, and all of them about the same thing! I would rather write about a crush, and then possibly a romance. Don't expect it to turn into a story that is 100 romance though; I would die gagging on my own vomit if I did that. No, this fic is about Harry and his parents watching his life in an indirect way. Please review to let me know what you think of the fic so far and what you think of a possible romance starting between Lily and James in Year 3!