AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will be calling 'Charity' Lily when writing. But speaking her name will still be Charity. I hope you understand that! If not, just keep reading and you'll understand when we get to the middle of the chapter. Okay, just for reference, Lily and James are seventeen; but are in 6th year. It is March when this story takes places so they'll be going to their 7th year next September.
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Firefly
Summary: Two deadly assassins, one mission, one cover, one school. One powerful love. Lily and James try to keep their cover a secret from each other, while maintaining their duties and keeping their grades up.
Disclaimer: This is a rewrite of the previous "Firefly." After being sick in the hospital, I had my cousin print out all the pages for my stories so I could read them over. And let me tell you, I wasn't very happy with it. So here is a rewrite of "Firefly."
Chapter Two: 'All in the Game' Baby!
"What are you doing awake?" A deep husky voice- a voice that reminded her so much of Tristan's- questioned as she walked down to the fireplace. She didn't see the raven-haired boy on the couch.
Lily jumped despite her experience in expecting the unexpected. "I was, well, hungry…" She remembered she was supposed to be the shy, innocent, Gryffindor sweetheart. He laughed, his hazel eyes dancing with mischief. She wondered why he was so happy at this hour.
"What are you doing this late?" Lily asked.
"Working on some Quidditch plays." James said, gesturing towards the table that laid papers with more figures and phrases than she could understand in Quidditch. "A game of Chess?" Lily flickered her eyes to the glass Muggle Chess set on the table.
"Uh, sure." Lily shrugged. What harm in is there in Chess? Besides, she rocked at Chess. Lily smiled back. "Sure," She moved to the table and sat down on one of the sides. James stood up from his comfy chair and sat down across from her.
"I'm white."
"All right then, Mr. Potter. I'll be black then."
They played and played. By the middle of the game, James Potter was officially shocked. The girl was seventeen, a virgin, sweet, a genius, but truthfully he expected her to be horrible at Chess.
But the main thing wrong was that Lily Evans was that she wasn't goo. She was very, very, very good. And James was practically the best player in all of Gryffindor.
He had sacrificed material to no avail. She'd dismantled one of his most trusted combinations. But even so, it was a really exciting game. Her play was not only smart and challenging but also unorthodox. Who had taught her?
As far as his knowledge went of her: she had no friends, only acquaintances; she tutored students in basically every subject; and that she was sweet and kind. So, who had taught her?
"You know, you are the most aloof person I've ever met." James said, referring to his knowledge of her.
Lily smiled, "A girl's got to have her secrets."
"Care to share?"
"Simply not. If I told you, I would have to kill you."
"I doubt it, Evans."
Lily smiled mysteriously, "Well, thank you for the game. It was very much appreciated. Good night, Mr. Potter."
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Lily climbed into bed, wishing for Tristan's warms around her. She missed him, even after only two days. He had owled her yesterday, like he promised.
That was one of the reasons she loved him so much…
The more she thought about Tristan the more she noticed how he and James Potter were so much alike.
They both looked alike, they had a similar kind of sense of humor- but Tristan was more serious while James Potter was always joking around.
They both had the same melting smile.
She was sure she loved Tristan. She brought her fingers to her neck, under her long nightshirt hid her promise ring. She smiled remembering the day he gave it to her.
FLASHBACK
"Come on, Charity." His seductive voice whispered into her ears as he dragged her towards his Mercedes Benz. "Come see your surprise."
Lily raised an eyebrow, "Surprise? Tristan, last time you gave me a surprise, I got talked into a weekend in Rome."
Tristan wrapped his arms around her, "But you enjoyed it didn't you?" She nodded. "So, when it all comes down, you had fun, I had fun; the weekend was a success."
Lily laughed at his reasoning. "Trist-" He cut her off with a deep kiss.
"I promise you'll like it. Besides, it took me forever to find the perfect one. So, can you please pretend to look forward to the surprise?" Lily sighed and nodded again. She couldn't resist him when he did those puppy eyes.
"All right. I'll pretend to look forward to it."
"Thank you, love." He led her to the passenger seat and closed the door on her side. She watched him walk over to the driver's side with ease and confidence. He was confident that she would enjoy his surprise…
What WAS the surprise?
The car purred under her, he laced his fingers with hers, giving her a wide smile. God, she could spend the rest of her life with him, if only he would smile like that for the rest of their lives.
The thought of them being together forever reminded her of why their love for each other was a secret. She hated to think that she scolded others for loving, caring for their trainers, co-workers, when she was sitting her thinking that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
She hated to think that, with their job, he might leave her. That he would go on a mission and just not come back. Just the thought brought tears to her eyes.
Although, she didn't notice them until she felt a callused hand wipe the tears away gently. "What's wrong, Angel?" Tristan looked at her worriedly.
Lily shook her head. "Just thinking…"
Tristan seemed to sense that she didn't want to talk about it right now, so he didn't ask any questions and left her to her thoughts.
She eventually noticed that they had stopped at a private park with flowers in it's bloom, grass that was the perfect green, trees that were tall and provided a perfect shade for the bright sun that was gleaming through.
"Where are we?" She looked up at him as he offered her his hand, after opening her door like a perfect gentleman.
"Bolverad Springs. I discovered the place when I went on a mission around here." She glanced at the place again and hugged him, excitedly.
"It's so beautiful!" She grinned broadly. She twined her fingers with his.
"I see something even more beautiful," he said, looking at her. She blushed lightly. As far as she knew; he was the only person who could make her blush. He grabbed a picnic basket from the backseat with his other hand.
The couple found a large cherry blossom tree. Tristan pulled her into his arms as they sat on a soft blanket. "Love you, Charity."
"I love you, too, Tristan." Lily looked down at the picnic basket and then looked up at Tristan, "Please tell me you packed some chocolate…"
"Yeah, I bought all your favs, love." Tristan smiled fondly down at her as the leaves rustled to the slight wind that was enough to make some of the pink blossom petals fall down towards them.
"You're so sweet." Lily smiled up at the young man in front of her. She snuggled closer into his arms as he bit her neck gently. She thought about his actions for a moment, sure he was always sweet and romantic, but all this? Something was up. "So what are your intentions?"
"Intentions? What? My intentions are perfectly pure!" He tried to look offended; but she saw the smile he hid in his eyes. Lily simply raised an eyebrow at him, "Okay, maybe they aren't totally pure, but you'll enjoy it…"
The two smiled at each other before becoming quiet and appreciating the silence that graced them. They talked, they smiled, they kissed, they fell in love.
END FLASHBACK
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James looked back down at his Quidditch plays and then glanced towards the boy's dorm. Which one to choose? Unable to decide he settled himself for another thirty minutes with the plays.
He found his thoughts wondering about Lily Evans. She was different than most girls at that age. Girls at the age of seventeen basically thought about sex, make-up, who was going out with who, and all that shit that he didn't care about. So, why was she so different? Why did she have to catch his eye when others didn't and when he had the love of his life in his arms whenever possible?
Running a hand through his hair, he wondered what it was about her that caught his attention. She was mysterious; no one knew anything about her. But yet, she was sweet and kind. To the common people it seemed as if she had nothing to hide… Did she?
James found himself comparing her and Charity. Charity had her sweet side, but she also had a dangerous side that he found so… arousing. No doubt that Charity was probably the most beautifully exotic female he had ever encountered, Lily Evans on the other hand; she had an "innocent" kind of beauty that made you wonder how a girl her age stayed that way. The odd thing was that they had the same figure, and looks.
Charity had confidence and an ego to match his own. Lily didn't seem to have any at all, but she was comfortable in her own skin, while most girls weren't. They both had a good heart, no doubt. Charity helped those who deserved it; Lily looked like that type that helped anyone who needed it, really.
But when everything came down; he knew Charity better. He knew her inside and out; but Lily Evans, he barely knew. That and he had been in love with Charity the moment he had laid eyes on her- well, not that exact moment; but sometime after that.
Taking a deep breath, he shook his hand and decided that he had thought enough for one night. Sitting up, he started to put his papers together. He found his eyes wandering towards the small heart at the top of the first page of the play. His lips twitched; Charity must have seen his papers. She had a penchant for writing notes and drawing small things on his papers. It was her way of showing that she cared. Of course, he wrote notes in her things as well. It was their way of saying they loved each other.
After getting into his dorm and changing; a soft smile graced his face as he thought about Charity Anders. Oh, she was the only thing that helped make him through the night.
Thoughts of her always lead to the remembrance of their many passionate embraces, the wild nights where each other was all that existed… nights that eventually lead to loud fervent hours of lovemaking; hours where they screamed each others name continuously; hours that they were joined…
James also thought back to their fights, they had only known each other for about a year or so; but they understood each other so well. They listened to each other's every thought, hanging onto each other's words, staying in tune with each others feelings; sometimes were the reasons for their fights. But in the end, they both had explosive tempers. Oddly enough; that they loved each other so much, but yet; one minute they couldn't keep their hands off each other; and the next: they were arguing with a burning passion of a thousand inferno flames. Of course, there were times when their fights were just light banters to make each other smile.
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Charlotte Delancre shook her head in disapproval at the image. Good. Very good. Her crystal ball fogged back up and she sighed, leaning back into her chair. Her companion looked at her worriedly. Raising a hand, she said, "No, no. I'm fine."
"What do you see, Char?" His merry blue eyes seemed to already know the answer to the question. The worried look disappeared from his old face as he listened to Charlotte explain the remains of her vision.
"They're getting to know each other. They still hold doubts, but they are learning."
"Doubts, Charlotte?"
"Yes, Charity and Tristan. They are sure of their love; but worried about another."
"Who, Charlotte? I must know. No one should interfere in their love for each other."
"I can't see. But when I can… I will notify you."
Standing up, he nodded. "Thank you, Charlotte. And you must remember. Our future rests on their hands." Albus Dumbledore nodded once more before turning and apparating out of the small home.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: There wasn't must inspiration to this chapter; I didn't want to change the story too much so I added the whole : "world rests on their hands" thing. As you can tell, I kept a lot of the original chapter; but changed the words around and stuff like that.
IMPORTANT!IF I DON'T GET THE REQUIRED AMOUNT OF REVIEWS FOR THIS CHAPTER, I'LL JUST DELETE THIS STORY AND WORK ON THE ORIGINAL FIREFLY.
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