Both Sirius and Marlene had been thrilled after witnessing the arrival of Neville Longbottom. They'd left the Longbottom's home just after one and wandered off to a pub in town. There they'd drank themselves silly – still riding on the euphoric high – and forgotten of the tragedy that had befallen their group for the first time in weeks.

Marlene couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Sirius laugh or felt his lips on hers with any passion. The bartender was happy to serve them. They tipped him generously with what to him appeared as Muggle money but to them was a galleon. They were one of the few frequenting a Brighton pub so early in the morning but they didn't care. Marlene didn't mind who saw Sirius arm around her or heard their boisterous laughter.

"Can you believe it?" Sirius asked at some point through the evening. "How much has changed in just a few years?"

"Lily Evans is now Lily Potter and is having James' baby, nothing surprises me anymore."

Sirius laughed, throwing back the rest of his drink with little effort. "I guess you're right."

"What about this?" Marlene asked. One eyebrow raised suggestively, her eyes darting towards the arm Sirius had around her. "A few years ago you would have gagged at the idea."

"That's not true," he smirked.

"Oh really? Well, I must've missed all those warning signs."

"Please, you knew I was into you all those summers before anything happened."

"Did I?" Marlene continued to tease. Sometimes it was nice to hear him say it – even if she already knew it to be true. So much of their relationship lay in unspoken communication, things they both knew but were too afraid to say out loud. It didn't hurt for her to hear it every once in awhile. "And when did this crush of yours begin?"

"Probably the summer after third year," Sirius shrugged. Now that caught Marlene off guard.

"Third year? But I thought—"

"We all went down to the river near the Potters', remember?" Marlene nodded slowly, bits and pieces of the afternoon coming back to her. She and James had spent so many afternoons by that river as children… "You were wearing that white tank top. You were first to jump in – taunting the two of us to follow – and then you came out with the shirt just clinging to you—"

"So it was my breasts that pulled you in?" Marlene scoffed. "Classic—"

"Well, they helped!" Sirius insisted, holding back his own laughter. "But no, that was just the first time I felt something. It was later that summer when you saw the bruise on my back that I knew I wanted you."

Marlene remembered that moment well. She'd accidentally walked in on Sirius in the second-floor bathroom washing his face one morning. It was his bare chest and broad shoulders – which she had never noticed before – that caught her eye first. Not until he rushed to cover up had she noticed the yellowing bruise that covered a foot-sized portion of his back.

She reached out for him now – as though the moment had just occurred – and stroked his hair from his eyes. He watched her in great concentration as she leaned in and kissed him slowly.

Their drinks were emptied and the rest of the pub's patrons had already emptied out. It was past two when Marlene rose from their table and stretched her hand out for Sirius to take.

"Come on," she urged him. "Let's go home."

He didn't ask any questions as she guided him from the pub and into the street. They turned down the nearest alley – to be extra careful of any muggles that might happen upon them – to apparate away. Before Marlene got the chance to take Sirius and apparate away he took her in his arms and kissed her hard. Sirius pressed her back against the brick wall with such intensity it knocked the breath right out of her.

Marlene's fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt wanting – needing – him closer. It went on like that until they heard a car driving along the road just a few feet away and Marlene was reminded that they were in a very public space.

"Sirius," Marlene giggled as his hands gripped at her breasts from over her shirt. "Come on, we should go before someone sees us…"

"I don't care…" he mumbled as his lips nipped at her neck.

"It'll only be a second." Marlene didn't give him time to protest. She grabbed Sirius' hands – despite his protests – and they were whipped away by the powers of apparition, shot through the tight tube of time and space. They stumbled onto Marlene's street, Sirius cursing all the while about being taken away so abruptly.

Of course, he wasted little time complaining. By the time they were in the elevator on their way up to Marlene's flat he was right back where he'd started. Pressing her up against the elevator wall, fingers tangled in her hair, lips hungry for more. They barely made it through her front door before clothes were being tossed aside and hands were roaming bodies.

Sirius hiked Marlene up against the wall in the darkness of her living room and took her right there. The whole thing was magnetic and passionate. It had been so long since they'd shagged that all of their desires seemed to come out in one big wave. Marlene's fingernails dug into Sirius' shoulders as she worked to keep herself propped up.

He pushed into her with such intensity she couldn't help crying out with pleasure at the top of her lungs. "There," she instructed him, not afraid to ask for what she needed. "Right there." She could feel herself about to come when Sirius began to thrust harder – no instruction needed now. She finished first, exhaling with relief, closing her eyes as she basked in the release. Sirius followed a few moments later, carefully letting Marlene back to the ground.

They were breathing heavily, his face buried in her neck, and that's when he whispered the words he always seemed to avoid: "I love you." Marlene was sure she'd imagined it at first. He wasn't looking at her, his eyes closed like a child ready for a nap, but she couldn't have imagined it. Her fingers ran through his dark hair as she struggled with what to say.

"Let's go to bed."

The simple suggestion seemed the only thing fitting. Any acknowledgement of what he'd said would only make him grow distant and uncomfortable. Marlene couldn't bear to spoil the few hours of bliss they'd shared. Their evening had been so perfect already she wouldn't let a meaningless confession – she should already know how he felt – spoil it.

Sirius kissed her cheek before following into the bedroom. Marlene was so distracted by his touch and the meaning behind his words that she didn't notice the owl perched on the windowsill. She hooted softly to announce her presence, Marlene and Sirius jumping in shock at once.

Marlene recognized her as Apollo, Lily's old girl. Marlene took the letter from the owl's beak and tore it open anxiously.

"Shit," she cursed.

"What?"

"Lily's been alone all night! She asked me to come over—"

"When?"

"I don't know! Probably before four in the morning!"

Marlene rushed right back out of the room and scrambled to get her pants on. Her hair was tangled and her cheeks were flushed from all the action of the past few minutes.

"You're going now? She's probably asleep Mar—"

"I'm not going to leave my pregnant friend alone. She wouldn't have asked if she didn't need the company."

"I'll come."

"You don't need to," Marlene insisted. She sighed impatiently when she realized it was Sirius' shirt she'd thrown on, taking it off and tossing it in his direction hurriedly.

"Yes but I'm going to," Sirius shrugged getting dressed now as well. "I'm good company."

"That's what you think," Marlene winked at him.

They were landed in Godric's Hollow within ten minutes. The lights in the cottage were all off, Sirius smirking triumphantly as Marlene grabbed the spare key out from beneath the welcome mat.

"Told you," he said as they stepped through the front door. "She probably fell asleep hours—"

Frantic footsteps could be heard overhead. Marlene and Sirius stared up in unison both startled by the noise.

"Lily?" Marlene called up the stairs.

"Mar?" Lily's voice sounded small and terrified when it vibrated from above. "Is that you?"

Marlene pelted up the stairs like a madwoman and rushed into the master bedroom. Lily was sat on the edge of the bed, hands rested on her thighs, her belly protruding. Her forehead was red and glistening with sweat as she breathed deeply.

"Something is wrong," Lily panicked.

"Wrong?"

"James was supposed to be home hours ago!"

"Lil…"

"Something happened!" Lily was hysterical. Marlene could see she'd worked herself up into quite the state. Likely James had been kept out later than expected, or he'd passed out at the safe house instead of making the trip home, but Lily couldn't see any of that in her state.

"Let's just take a breath," Marlene suggested.

"I can't…" Lily shook her head in a fit of panic and fear. "No, we need to contact Moody, they need to send out a search party, there needs to be…" Lily paused and lurched forward, a hand pressed against her rounded belly.

"Lily?" Marlene and Sirius shared an anxious look as the redhead bowed her head in pain.

"I'm fine," Lily said through clenched teeth.

"You're having contractions…"

"I'm not!" She stared up in terror. "That's not possible."

"We should call a doctor or something?" Sirius said uncertainly.

"I AM NOT IN LABOUR!" Lily's scream shut them all up. "I've still got two weeks left!" Marlene could see the tears approaching as Lily's anxiety grew stronger.

"Hey," she sat down and stretched an arm around her shaking friend. "It's okay, we're all here now, everything is going to be fine."

"This is a mess," Lily shook her head, "it's not how this is supposed to happen, James is supposed—"

"James will be here," Marlene promised. "Sirius will find him." She stared up at him hopefully. She could see in his eyes Sirius wasn't elated about the prospect but he agreed nonetheless.

"Yeah," he nodded, "I'll do that." Bowing his head he slipped back out of the room. Marlene remained, rubbing Lily's back comfortingly, hoping that as her friend's anxiety eased so would the contractions. Of course, Lily didn't ease. She seemed to grow more hysterical the longer time went on and Marlene was hopeless to stop the spiral of events.

"How about a warm bath?" Marlene suggested, desperate for solutions.

"No." Lily was on the bed now on all fours, rocking back and forth. "I don't want that."

"A cup of tea maybe?"

"I just want my husband!" Lily insisted like an unappeasable child. Marlene was useless. She was forced to watch Lily grunt painfully through each contraction. Everything Marlene offered to aid the discomfort was denied and eventually, she gave up and simply offered her hand for Lily to hold through each pain.

The two girls developed a routine each time a contraction hit and for an hour this sustained them. After another heavy pain, Lily leaned forward, face pressed into the mattress, and exhaled deeply. Marlene was ready to wipe the sweat from her brow when she noticed that her hand was wet with blood.

She looked down to see the stain on the back of Lily's pyjama bottoms and her stomach dropped at an astonishing rate. Marlene couldn't breathe – she couldn't move – as she stared at the sticky substance on her hand. She knew little of childbirth but she was certain that blood was a bad sign.

"Lily…" she began apprehensively. "Lily, you're bleed," Marlene's voice was hurried and scared. She watched Lily freeze and then she felt rapidly at the space between her legs in horror.

"Oh my god…oh my god," she repeated over and over until the words sounded funny in Marlene's mind. "Marlene you, you have to check."

"Check?" Marlene asked. The very word horrified her. Check what? She wasn't a healer, she had only seen a baby born once in the safety of St. Mungos. How the hell was she expected to check anything going on in childbirth?

"Please!" Lily begged. Her green eyes were glossy and rounded in fear. Everything Lily feared was instinctual and beyond Marlene's understanding. "Something is wrong with the baby," Lily said, as though Marlene needed any reminding, "Mar—"

"Okay," Marlene snapped. She pushed aside the fear, shoved it in a closet and locked the door, and tried to pretend there wasn't a life hanging in the balance.

X

Marlene's arms were covered in blood up to her elbows when her mother stepped into the room as though carried in by a gust of wind. Both Marlene and Lily sighed with relief at the sight of someone who knew a thing or two about childbirth. Marlene hadn't a clue how the woman had caught word of Lily's condition but she was grateful nonetheless.

"What's going on?" Maureen demanded. She was rolling up her sleeves before Marlene had even got to explain.

"Something is wrong," she told her, "the baby's stuck."

Lily was lying on her back with her legs parted. Her lips trembled anxiously as she stared between the two women. Marlene was exhausted. She could feel the sweat dripping down her temples as she stepped aside for her mother.

"They're in a breech position," Maureen explained. "We'll have to move them."

"Do it!" Lily cried. "Do whatever you have to."

Marlene moved up the bed to where her friend's head lay and took it in her lap. She did her best to comfort Lily as she was forced to endure excruciating pain in order to save her baby. Maureen's hands twisted and turned inside of her, Lily screaming in pain once or twice. She clung to Marlene's hand so tight the woman feared it might break but she didn't complain. She would've let every bone in her hand crack in two before she told Lily to stop.

When Maureen finally emerged, wiping sweat from her brow, she nodded with assurance at the two girls. "All good," she said, blood staining her hands.

"Where on earth did you learn to do that?"

"Didn't I ever tell you I volunteered as a nurse back in world war two?" Marlene shook her head in awe. "Yes. Your grandmother gave me hell for it, risking my life for a muggle cause, but I thought it was only right I help."

Marlene didn't have time to ask any more questions. Lily, who still lay in her lap, was breathing heavily.

"I've sent for a midwife," Maureen informed them. "She shouldn't be long…"

"How did you know to come?"

"That boy of yours nearly broke down our front door trying to wake me," Maureen said. She glanced at Marlene with a sly smirk. "Said I was needed." Marlene would have to thank him later for that.

"I just want James," Lily moaned from Marlene's lap. "Please find him."

"He's coming." Marlene ran her hands through her friend's hair. "He'll be here soon."


James looked like a mad man as he came barging through the front door of his home. Sirius was panting behind him - struggling to keep up. He couldn't understand the desperation James felt to be near Lily at once. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard Lily crying out in pain. It stopped him dead in his tracks and sent a shiver up his spine. James was at the door in seconds with Sirius just a few paces behind him. He swung the door open so intensely it banged against the wall.

Every head in the room – of which there were three – turned. Lily was perched near the end of the bed, legs spread apart. She was lying in Marlene's lap and a woman – whom James did not recognize and assumed to be a healer of some sort – was examining her.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Lily cried out. Her face was red and coated in beads of sweat. Both she and Marlene seemed to exhale with relief as he stepped inside.

"Are you okay?" He ran his hands along the sides of her face with care.

"I am now." He kissed her quick before Marlene shifted to trade places. James hadn't noticed till then that Sirius was standing in the doorway with his back turned to the scene. He stifled his laughter at his friend's discomfort.

"I should leave you two to it," Marlene said.

"No! Don't go, I want you here Mar. Sirius, you can stop hiding, really," Lily insisted. Sirius turned to face them very slowly making sure to look at nothing below Lily's knees. Maureen chuckled in the corner. "You should both stay."

"Oh, I really don't think it's necessary…" Sirius began to protest.

"We're moving right along," the woman between Lily's legs announced. "Nine centimetres dilated. We're going to start pushing very soon Lily."

"Okay…" James could see his wife's face grow drawn with worry.

"Come here," he urged. She turned her face towards him slowly and he could see the tears brewing in her deep green eyes. "You're doing so well Lil."

"I'm scared…"

"That's natural," Maureen chimed in. "Really, I don't think I gave birth once without a little bit of panic beforehand. It all turns out okay though," Maureen looked proudly across the room at her daughter, "as you can see."

Lily closed her eyes and breathed deeply in concentration. James didn't bother whispering any more words of encouragement. Instead, he watched her deep measured breaths and studied the rise and fall of her chest. He kept a tight hold on her hand – reminding her he was still there if she needed him – and let her be reminded of the strength she carried inside.

Marlene had dragged Sirius across the room and they stood to James' right. He could hear Marlene whispering something to him; he assumed a scolding of some sort for his childish attitude. When Lily's eyes opened again a few minutes later they looked straight at James.

She didn't say anything but only clutched his hand a little tighter as pain creased her face. Her breathing grew heavier and her grip tighter the stronger the contraction became.

"That's a girl," the midwife coached her. "Breath through it, just right darling." She drew Lily closer towards the edge of the bed – for gravity's support as she put it – and crouched on the floor to get the best view. "Okay Lily, when you feel the next contraction I want you to push. Are you ready?"

Lily nodded, her face still drawn in concentration as she breathed through her pain.

"I love you," James whispered in her ear.

"Okay, deep breath sweetheart."

Then it began. Lily howled in pain as she pushed forth their child. James' job was simply to support her through the process he couldn't begin to understand. The pain his wife seemed to bear was awe-inspiring. He held her hand and rubbed her back and whispered whatever small encouragements he could get passed the lump in his throat.

While Sirius stayed behind James' shoulder both Marlene and Maureen came forward to get a glimpse of the magic happening down below. James saw the tears that sprung to his old friend's eyes and the joy that radiated from her.

"I see them!" Marlene cried out in happy surprise.

Lily got breaks of only a few seconds; enough for James to stroke back her hair and kiss her temple before she was forced to return to the gruelling process. The room smelt of sweat and nervous anticipation. It was time for their child to arrive and their youth to end. In under an hour James would be a father. He would see his child, hold them in his arms, and know they were real.

"Loving them will be the easiest part," his father promised from somewhere in the room. "It comes fast."

"Just wait till they turn thirteen and start yelling that they hate you!" His mother countered pointedly.

"Not much longer now," they assured him, "you'll see soon enough."

He would, he did. James' heart skipped a beat as the midwife announced that they needed only one more "big push" before the baby would arrive. Lily seemed to brace herself and push with all her strength, an animalistic scream coming from between her lips before the baby appeared.

Marlene saw them first, after the midwife. She let out a small yelp of astonishment as the midwife rose so James and Lily might both see their baby themselves.

"Would you like to meet your son?" The midwife grinned. She placed the baby on Lily's chest - who cried out with joy. Tears fell from her eyes as she and James both reached out to greet their crying son. James could barely believe he was real – all purple and covered in blood and mucus. His eyes were squeezed shut as he clung to his mother.

"James?" the midwife asked, "would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"

"No, I…" James choked on his tears, "I don't think…"

"Oh come on Prongs," Sirius said, clapping his friend on the back. "It's your little contribution." James turned around to see his friend's grey eyes glistening as well.

"Well, okay," he agreed. The midwife handed him the scissors and James made the cut, helping to welcome his son into the world. He wrapped his arm around Marlene, who was on the verge of sobbing as she stared down at the boy.

"You did good," Sirius told his friend proudly. James couldn't help but agree. He was perfect.

"Have you decided on a name already?" Maureen asked. James and Lily shared a quick glance, smirking. James opened his mouth to tell her that they'd hadn't settled on one for a boy but Lily beat him to it.

"Harry James Potter," she announced to the room. James' mouth fell open.

"What?" Lily challenged her husband. "I'm a woman of her word."

"Why Harry?" Sirius asked.

"I'll explain later," James assured his friend. For now, he wanted only to hold his son – his Harry. The midwife took him from Lily to clean and swaddle before he could be handed to his father. His crying had ceased and his eyes were cracked open just the slightest.

"Harry Potter," James spoke softly to the little boy. "You'll be quite the handful won't you?"

"If he's anything like his father." Marlene had come up behind James to get a better look at the baby. She reached her index finger out for Harry to hold. His tiny hand was not even half the size.

"Would you like to hold him?" James reached the baby out towards Marlene. Her blue eyes softened as she held Harry close to her. He was only the size of her forearm – a tiny guy. She stared down at him with as much admiration as his two parents seemed filled with. Sirius was by her side, stroking Harry's tiny arm affectionately.

"Oh James." Marlene had tears running down her cheeks but she wouldn't take her eyes off of the baby. "I can't believe he's yours…"

"Your parents would be so proud," Maureen told him. She'd come up to give James a proud squeeze – like his mother might have if she could be there. James knew she'd be happy that Maureen could provide support where she no longer could. "He's perfect."

"He is," James agreed.

"I'm going to spoil you rotten," Marlene told Harry as she snuffled back her tears. "Give you all the toys your mum and dad won't buy."

"There she goes sounding just like your mum," Maureen rolled her eyes. "Always making me look like such a hard ass."

When Marlene had finally finished her chat with Harry, and her tears had dried, she turned towards Sirius – standing a cautious distance from the tiny human – with proud eyes. "Come on," she urged him, "I think he'd like to meet his Godfather."

"Godfather?" Sirius asked in disbelief. When he turned around both James and Lily were smiling knowingly.

"Who else?" Lily asked. She was propped up in bed now – the midwife having cleaned her up and tucked her beneath the covers. When Sirius finally turned back to the baby he looked as shocked as James had when he'd been told his wife was in labour.

"Godfather," he repeated over, as though waiting for the word to grow comfortable in his mouth. James watched with pride as Harry was placed in his Godfather's arms with care. Sirius – whom James was certain had never held a baby before – seemed to meld perfectly into the role.

"Careful of his head," Marlene was whispering to him. James couldn't help but imagine his two friends having a baby of their own one-day. Perhaps then it would James holding his godson in his arms.

The whole room dotted on Harry. He wasn't handed back to his parents until he began to grow irritable and hungry. By then it was early afternoon. He was placed back into Lily's arms and – with the midwife's assistance – she fed him while their guests made a quiet exit.

"You've done brilliantly," the midwife told Lily once her work was done. "I'll be by tomorrow for a checkup."

"Okay," Lily nodded. Her eyes drooped tiredly. When Harry was finished eating James took him to burp and then placed the tired baby in the cot beside the bed. He curled up on the bed beside his wife, an arm out stretched for her to curl into. The whole day felt unreal. James was afraid he might fall asleep and wake to find it was all a dream.

"I don't think I've ever loved you more," James said just before Lily drifted to sleep in his arms. She was perfect. He couldn't believe what she'd endured in order to bring their son into the world. Their family was complete. James, Lily and Harry.


It was a fresh morning, the second of August, and Lily had never been more grateful for day break. She had been up all night with a fussy Harry and was grateful to find her husband had whisked the baby away so she might get some more shut eye. She showered and dressed – wondering whether the place between her legs would ever feel normal again - and made sure to enjoy the rare opportunity for alone time. Soon James would need to return to the Order and Lily would spend most days with Harry alone - at least until a few months had passed.

Downstairs James was sitting in the living room, amusing the baby. He was on the couch with Harry cradled in his arms. Lily listened from the bottom of the staircase as he spoiled their son with affection.

"You have no idea how many people thought you'd never exist," he whispered to Harry. "I knew though, didn't I? I knew mummy would come around eventually." Lily couldn't help but laugh. "You're even better than I pictured though, aren't you?"

"Is someone ready to eat?" Lily slid into the living room as though she'd never been eavesdropping outside. Lily's breasts felt heavy and swollen as she struggled to get Harry to latch on. He always put up a fight – just to irritate her it seemed – before wrapping his tiny mouth around one nipple.

"He's so little," James said as he watched on with admiration.

"He won't be for long if he keeps eating like this."

"We made that Lily." Lily took a moment to pause and stare down at the baby who suckled at her breast.

"I just want to wrap him up and protect him forever."

"I wonder if our parents felt the same."

Lily smiled nostalgically. She wished her parents were here now so she might thank them. It was easy to love your parents when you had nothing to compare those feelings to. It was not until Lily held her son in her arms or fed him with her own body that she had any clue what her parents had gone through for her sake.

It was a peaceful morning – sans Harry's frequent crying. James cooked breakfast while Lily rocked the baby in his bassinet. They ate sausage and eggs and Lily sipped on a strongly brewed cup of tea. It was exactly as Lily had always imagined it. James reading out snippets of the paper to her from across the room, Harry cooing softly in his bassinet. It was perfect.

The day before had been filled with visitors eager to see Harry. Lily and James had been forced to play host all day as all of their friends showed up to meet the new bundle of joy. Peter had wept when he'd seen him, repeating over and over that he couldn't believe James had a son.

Remus had been more reserved, but happy nonetheless. He had Dorcas had arrived with a basket of baked goods for the new parents and a stuffed animal (a giraffe) for Harry.

Emmeline and Mary had been the last to arrive - still exhausted from getting Alice through her delivery - and brought with them home cooked meals so that James and Lily might avoiding cooking for a few days.

As exciting as it had been to showcase their new family for all their friends to see, Lily was grateful for the quiet. Today would be just the three of them. Lily suspected they wouldn't do much more than taking a walk around the block - making the first use of Harry's pram - but she was excited nonetheless.

They made it out of the house eventually - after a nappy change and a slight struggle figuring out how to open Harry's pram. They strode down the street - both parents basking in the fresh sunlight - and made short stops to greet neighbours they'd made friends with over the past year. Harry was adored by all.

Only a few days old, he was a very happy baby. He only cried when he was in need of his parent's attention and he seemed already attached to both James and Lily - wailing if he was removed from their arms for too long. He was a dreamboat - although Lily was rather partial.

It was late afternoon when they returned home from their walk and James began to heat up some of the food their friends had left for them. Lily was in the living room and had just settled Harry down in his bassinet when a knock came at the door.

Harry, who had just fallen asleep, woke with a start and began to cry. Lily clutched him to her chest while James moved to answer the door.

"Oh," Lily heard him say with surprise, "this is unexpected."

"We've got need to speak with you and Lily," Moody's rough voice explained. There was little warmth to it - although Lily thought there rarely was - and she knew immediately they hadn't arrived to offer their joy at the news of a new baby. When James allowed their guests to enter both Dumbledore and Moody stared at Lily with what could only be sympathy.

"Can't this wait?" Lily couldn't hide the irritation in her voice. She was in no mood for bad news when she'd just had a baby – who was only just ceasing to cry.

"I'm sorry to say it can't," Dumbledore told her. "If you two wouldn't mind sitting down." He motioned towards the couch as though it were his own. Lily still had Harry clutched in her arms as she and James obeyed and settled down side by side. She waited for news of injured soldiers or growing death tolls. She expected them to look grim due to the rising number of followers Voldemort had or a new plot that had been uncovered.

"We have something rather disturbing to tell you," Dumbledore announced, hands clasped behind his back.

What came next would change their lives forever.


A/N: I cannot believe both babies are finally born! I've been imagining writing this moment since beginning this story so this was quite an exciting two parter to write. There's only one year left to write with these characters and I'm going to be very sad when it's time to say goodbye. Please leave your thoughts, it's always lovely to hear from everyone! On a side note - I've a new Marauders video posted to my youtube channel (Silver Stag) give it a view if you're interested! xo