Title: Tides of Change

Chapter Four: Talking

Summery: Lily and James travel to meet a seventh year Harry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did because Dumbledore wouldn't be- nevermind.

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James climbed out of the dormitories, shirt unbuttoned, tie half done, to meet a perfect, organized-looking Lily Evans.

"Hel-lo Sexy!"

Lily glanced up from her unfinished homework. Sure, it wasn't due for another month and a half, but why not get it over with in her spare time.

"Hello Potter."

"You can't even give a half hearted 'Good morning' to your husband?"

Lily closed her textbook and rolled her eye. She should've been expecting this…

"Potter, we're not married."

James was obviously not listening. "So, may I escort you down to breakfast, honey?"

"James! We. Are not. Married!"

"But what about Harry? I'm sure he didn't just appear from thin air? We put a lot of hard work into having that boy…morning sickness and all! And…you just called me James…" James eyes grew wide in shock.

"Potter! Stop it!"

"But Sweet, we've got to make up for lost time!"

James really drove Lily insane sometimes. He was brilliantly smart, yes, but his cryptic tone right now was really pissing her off.

"Potter?"

The girls hadn't told Lily. "You…don't know?

"KNOW WHAT?"

"We're dead."

"WHAT!"

"You heard me."

Lily Potter was not going to die a premature death. No. And she wouldn't be more then fifty, tops. And she was dead? She calmed down, but still wasn't happy. At all.

"How?"

"I dunno. It just kinda came up last night, and we're no longer around."

"I don't want to leave my kid all alone! To fend for himself! And…who'd take care of him? Petunia and that awful boyfriend of hers, Vernon? No, no, no! I will not let that happen!"

"Lily…"

"James, that's awful!"

"I know, but—"

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay with Harry."

"But Lily…"

Lily flashed a glare at James. This was the longest conversation she'd ever had with the boy without getting the sudden urge to throw something immensely heavy at him, and yet it didn't make her feel one bit better about getting married to this guy.

"What! Are you going to tell me I can't stay here, because I can! And I will!"

James, if born a girl, would've slapped her right then and there. But he wasn't going to slap his crush when she was already this far past reason, and was surprised himself that she hadn't snapped yet.

"Lily, if we stay here for to much longer, there won't be a boy for you to watch over."

"What?"

"Time's still passing back…you know…in our time. And it's passing without us. We stay here to long, and Harry might not get born."

"I'd rather not think about doing that sort of thing with you, thank you very much. And anyway, this is 1996. Harry's seventeen, so as long as we get back before 1979, just to be safe, we're fine."

James cocked an eyebrow. Lily was just to funny sometimes.

"I take you're skipping out on the dating, falling head over heals for me, marriage, honeymoon and such for a reason?"

"Like I want to do anything like that with you."

Lily often made James laugh with the naïve-ness of her thoughts. Well, close enough to naïve-ness when it came to comparing her mind to that of a hormonal teenage boy."

"Yeah, why bother with any of that, as long as we save time for foreplay I'm sure your fundamentalist Roman Catholic parents will approve."

Instead of having her usual witty comeback, Lily just blushed. Over the last two days, she'd grown fonder of the boy's intentness on teasing.

"Tiger Lily's hair's the same color of her face."

Evans slapped James…almost playful in the arm as he held her elbow and headed down to lunch.