Author's Note: Just a quick reminder that this story doesn't completely follow canon, so there is a scene in here that is based on a canon scene, but is changed in order to fit the events of this story.

Also a quick disclaimer: I'm not JKR and so I don't own anything.


April rushed by in a blur of books and notes as the Hogwarts fifth years buckled down and studied. Lily spent nearly every evening either in the library or the common room, buried under a mountain of books as she attempted to cram every date, incantation, and arbitrary fact into her already overcrowded mind. Around her, her friends were doing the same; even the Marauders had forgone consideration for their reputation and now studied in the open.

The nasty greys and browns of April morphed into the lush greens and blues of May, but Lily and her friends hardly noticed. It wasn't until a Saturday morning at the end of May, with O.W.L.s a mere three weeks away, that Lily peered at the Great Hall and ceiling and realized that summer was approaching.

"Just think," the redhead sighed to Mary as she scooped eggs onto her plate, "in just a few weeks there will be no more exams to worry about and I can go home and lay down in the grass and do nothing for hours."

"That sounds wonderful," Mary replied absently, not even looking up from the thick transfiguration book in her lap.

"I can't wait—oh!" Lily cried out as a letter was dropped onto her plate, sending scrambled eggs flying in all directions. "I'm sorry!" she said quickly to Mary and Alice, who both had eggs in their hair.

"It's alright," Alice said placidly, taking a napkin and carefully removing the food from her blonde curls. "I swear the owls get dumber every year," she grumbled.

"Oh, Alice, it's not their fault," Lily admonished. "It's—hold on," she stopped and picked up the letter, peering at it in disbelief. "This is Petunia's handwriting! Petunia's written me a letter!"

"Your sister?" Mary asked, glancing over.

Lily nodded, still staring at the envelope. A broad grin spread over her face as she stared down at her name, written in Petunia's neat handwriting on the white envelope. "I knew she'd come around," Lily said, almost to herself.

"Well, it took her long enough," Mary said, going back to her book.

Lily ignored this and hastily tore open the envelope. Her eyes roved over the short letter, her grin fading and then disappearing altogether.

"What'd she say?" Mary asked absently, noticing Lily's silence.

"I—" Lily's mouth opened and closed as she gaped at the offending piece of paper, her green eyes crinkled and watery in confusion. "Just look," she said dejectedly, attempting to force her face into an unperturbed expression and failing miserably. She shoved the letter at Mary, who took it with raised eyebrows.

Dear Lily,

I'm only writing to you to ask that you stop sending me letters while you're at school. If you find you must contact me, do so through the normal post. Yesterday this horrid bird swooped in the window and dropped an envelope on the table while Vernon was over and I don't think I will ever live down the humiliation you caused. How am I supposed to explain a bird flying into the house carrying mail? Seeing as I can't tell him what you are, I had to invent a story about us having a batty neighbor who tries to domesticate owls. So you see, it is very important that you stop writing. My engagement could be at stake. Dad says he still wants to hear from you, but I strongly advise against it.

Your silence will be reply enough. Please don't send an answer.

Petunia

"Oh, Lily," Mary said gently, putting the letter gently on the table and glaring at it. "That was a foul thing for her to write."

"It—it's not all her fault," Lily said quietly, staring at her plate. The corners of her mouth quivered as she fought the tears building up behind her eyes. "I should have thought—"

"Lily, that's rubbish," Mary said firmly, putting an arm around the redhead.

"I don't know," Lily sighed. She shrugged off Mary's shoulder and snatched the letter from the table. "I'm going back to the common room," she said, rising from her seat.

"I'll come with you," Mary said, beginning to follow.

"No," Lily said firmly. "Enjoy your day, I don't want you worrying about me. I—I'll be fine." She turned walked quickly back to Gryffindor tower, the letter crumpled in her fist. Lily allowed a few tears to streak down her cheek, but they were hot and angry, not sad.

She can't just cut me out like this, she fumed. She can't do this.

She reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and clambered through, hardly watching where she was going.

"Evans?"

No, please. Not now.

She looked up. James was standing at the bottom of the staircase leading to the boys dormitory, watching Lily with a look of mild concern.

"Hello," she said sullenly, moving to an armchair on the opposite side of the room. She couldn't talk to James now. He had dropped the cold shoulder after Lily had showed up with the tray of food for Remus, but they were now simply acquaintances. Not friends, not enemies. Acquaintances. People who barely spoke to each other and used each other's surnames.

The thought of James, her James, comforting her while calling her Evans made Lily's chest tighten. She couldn't help but think that if James were to ask again for her friendship, as he had in Hogsmeade back in October, she would say yes without hesitation.

"Are you alright?" James asked, moving forward cautiously. He reminded Lily right then of a baby deer carefully walking towards a human, unsure of whether the thing it approached was safe.

"I'm fine," Lily said, harsher than she meant to. Her face was hot, she felt flustered and unsure. She wanted him to leave. Anyone, absolutely anyone, would be better than James right now. James, who she used to tell everything to and who now didn't even call her by her first name.

She glanced up and saw James watching her intently, his hazel eyes trained on her red face and watery eyes.

"Prongs, what—oh, hi, Lily!" James jumped as Sirius' voice rang out. Lily watched as Sirius strode over, uninhibited by the past feelings and regrets and grudges which hung between her and James.

"Hi, Sirius," she said quietly, trying to hide her face. She wasn't quick enough. Sirius approached her chair, passing a frozen James, and leaned down to look at Lily.

"What's wrong, Lilybean?" he asked in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.

Lily sighed and turned away so she faced the window. "Nothing," she lied. "Just stress, you know, with exams so close—"

"Bullocks," Sirius interrupted, circling the chair so he blocked Lily's view of the grounds. "What's wrong?" he asked again. "You have to tell me, Lilybean, or else I'll force it out of you."

"I just—" she stammered, her eyes flickering to James, who stood in the same spot as before, watching the exchange warily. Sirius' eyes followed hers and he looked back to Lily with understanding.

"Prongs, go to breakfast, I'll meet you there," Sirius said, waving James away. James looked momentarily surprised, and then annoyed.

"Padfoot," he said tersely, moving towards Lily and Sirius.

"It won't take long," Sirius said, standing up to his full height. "Just give me and Lilybean a moment."

James' eyes passed between his best friend and the redhead. With an irritated grunt, he spun around and stalked out of the common room.

"Right," Sirius said, pulling up a chair and sitting beside Lily. "Now that Prongs isn't here, what's wrong, Lilybean?"

In answer, Lily held out Petunia's letter, now crumpled and torn. Sirius smoothed the paper out and scanned the paragraph, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Petunia's your sister?" he asked when he had finished, handing Lily the letter.

She nodded and stared at the writing. "She hates me," Lily whispered, refusing to meet Sirius' gaze. "And I didn't do anything. She hates me because I'm different and because I wouldn't give up magic to live at home."

Sirius let out a low whistle and stared out the window for a moment, his grey eyes glassy. "Have I ever told you about my brother?" he asked in a faraway voice.

Lily turned in surprise, her eyebrows shooting up. "I didn't know you had a brother," she said frankly, blushing at her ignorance. She had been friends with Sirius for months now, had could she not know he had a brother?

"I suppose you wouldn't, if you didn't know my family beforehand," Sirius said, not looking offended in the least by her lack of knowledge regarding his family. "He's in slytherin," the black haired boy added bitterly.

"Oh," Lily said, drawing her knees to her chest and unsure how to respond. "That—it—it's not uncommon to have siblings in different houses, though, right?" she asked feebly.

Sirius snorted. "For most people, maybe that's true, but not when you're a Black."

Lily looked at him in confusion.

Sirius sighed and leaned forward in his chair, his shoulders hunched and his shaggy hair falling around his face. "How much do you know about my family, Lily?" he asked.

Lily shrugged. "Not much. I, er, heard about a few of your cousins who are, you know…" she trailed off. Sirius looked up and offered her a small, humorless smile.

"Death eaters?" he supplied, his voice hollow. Lily nodded, her face turning red.

"Yeah, well, those stories aren't wrong," Sirius said. "My family is all about the blood purity shit. Half of them have already joined up with Voldemort. My parents love him. Every Black is supposed to be fighting to preserve our heritage."

"But you don't?" Lily asked, thinking how those sentiments did not match up with the Sirius she had come to know. Sirius fixed her with a stare, his grey eyes boring into her green ones.

"I think they're all a bunch of nutters," he said, not taking his eyes off hers for a second. "I think they're sick and twisted. I'm the first Black in generations not to be sorted into Slytherin."

Lily nodded slowly, her confusion growing. "But, your brother?"

Sirius leaned back and sighed. "My brother is my parents' puppet," he said bitterly, picking at a piece of skin around his nail and not looking at Lily. "Little Regulus behaves like a proper Black, as I'm reminded every bloody summer."

Lily said nothing, but stared at the agitated boy next to her.

"He's in his third year here," Sirius continued, still staring intently at his hands. "We've barely spoken since he started school. One day I know he's going to join up with Voldemort. And there's nothing I can do."

"Sirius," Lily began, but closed her mouth. There was nothing she could say. Wasn't this all too similar to what was happening between her and Petunia? "I'm sorry," Lily said finally. She reached out and put a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "I understand," she whispered, peering at the boy's bitter face.

"Thanks," Sirius grunted, turning around to face her. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Petunia's letter, which had been sitting forgotten in Lily's lap. Without a word, Sirius stood up and walked over to the fireplace, throwing the crumpled paper into the flames.

"Fuck 'em," he said, returning to his armchair. "We don't need them."

Lily stared at him and craned her neck to watch the last of her letter disappear into ashes. A small smile spread across her face as she reached out and enveloped Sirius in a hug.

"Who needs a sister when I have friends like you?" she whispered.

Sirius returned the hug and when they broke apart, the bitter lines on his face were replaced with a grin. "I'd better go down to breakfast before Pr—James has a tantrum," he said, jumping up from his chair.

Lily smiled and got up also. "Thank you, Sirius," she said quietly.

"It's nothing, Lilybean," Sirius responded, giving her an exaggerated wink before walking to the portrait hole and climbing through.

Lily stood in the middle of the common room for a moment, torn between wanting to laugh at how ridiculous yet lovely her friends were, and wanting to cry on behalf of Sirius, for going through the same pain as she was. In the end she chose to laugh, giggling as she climbed the stairs to her dormitory and throwing herself happily on her bed. Really, who needed Petunia?

Lily's giddiness was short lived. The rest of the weekend was spent in the library, poring over books, and by the time Monday arrived, ushering with it more loads of homework and never ending lectures from professors about the importance of O.W.L.s, Lily felt ready to explode.

"I want to go and just sleep through the next three weeks and wake up to be told how I did on my exams," she complained to Connor Monday afternoon as they exited charms.

"I'm not sure how well you'll do if you're unconscious," her boyfriend replied, draping an arm around her shoulder. "Unfortunately, I think being awake is rather necessary to passing."

"Argh," Lily groaned, twisting the bracelet she wore on her wrist. "But if I'm not going to pass anyways, what does it matter?"

"Don't say that," Connor said, squeezing her shoulder.

Lily sighed and watched the stream of students pass by. She envied the first and second years, who had years until they had to worry about O.W.L.s. Behind her, she could hear the Marauders boisterous conversation with Marlene and Mary, debating whether or not Sirius could convince a house elf to do his homework for him.

A group of slytherins passed by and Lily saw Severus with his friends. She looked away. She and Severus had hardly spoken in months and Lily still wasn't sure where they stood with each other. She couldn't find it in herself to forgive him for Mary's attack, and felt compelled to cut ties completely with her slytherin friend. And yet, she always reasoned, Severus was her best friend. He had been there for her when no one else was. She couldn't bring herself to cast aside a six year friendship.

So she avoided it and watched the stone wall pass.

"Argh!" A voice cried out. Lily turned to see the very friend she had been thinking of sprawled out in the middle of the corridor, his books scattered around him.

"Watch where you're going, Snivellus," James sneered from behind Lily, his wand in his hand.

Snape glared at James and sprung to his feet, drawing his own wand from the pocket of his robes. "Potter," he spat. "You're going to regret that."

"Really?" James taunted.

Lily felt ill. She shrugged off Connor's arm and let fury course through her as she watched James mock Severus.

He hasn't changed at all, she thought bitterly, her heart sinking. She hated him at the moment, hated him for picking on her friend, hated him for being so distant even though that was her fault, hated him for making her think they could possibly be friendly again before acting like a jerk.

James stepped forward and raised his wand.

"Leave him alone!" Lily cried out, rushing forward and standing between the two glaring boys. Her face was flushed with anger and her eyes sparkled as she stared at James. Somewhere to the side, Lily could hear the unmistakable voice of Sarah Carroll whisper, "Oh, look everyone, muggle-born Evans is going to save the day."

"Move, Evans," James said, his hazel eyes boring into her. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then leave him alone," Lily said, standing her ground. "What's he done to you, anyways?"

James laughed, humorlessly, and his eyes flickered towards Snape, who was glaring at his opponent. "It's more of the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean," James said lightly.

Blood boiled behind Lily's eyes and for a moment she saw red. "James Potter, leave him alone!" she screeched, peering over her shoulder at her old best friend.

"Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you," James said casually, twirling his wand between his fingers and giving Lily an irritating smirk.

"If you don't want to hurt me then walk away," Lily said quietly, her eyes burning. James raised his eyebrows and then took a step back, dropping his arm to his side.

"Be glad Evans was here to help you, Snivelly," he called to Snape, who was still scowling.

"I don't need help from a filthy mudblood like her!"

Lily stepped backwards, feeling as though she had been punched in the stomach. An audible gasp went through the assembled crowd. James let out a cry of indignation. She turned slowly to face Severus, whose face was murderous.

"Fine," Lily said coolly, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at her old best friend. "I won't try next time. See, I only help my friends."

Severus opened his mouth to reply, his face growing frantic, but Lily didn't wait to hear whatever he had to say. Her face impassive, she stalked back to Connor, who was looking at her nervously, and took his hand.

"Let's go," Lily said tersely. They started off down the hallway, only to be waylaid moments later by James and Marlene.

"Lily!" Marlene cried, but was interrupted by James.

"I can't believe he called you that!" the boy said fiercely, evidently forgetting his resolution to act as though he and Lily were nothing more than good acquaintances. "I should go back there and make him apologize for that—it was disgusting—the slimy—"

"Stop," Lily said coldly, tugging on Connor's hand and pausing in the middle of the corridor. She looked up at James with loathing. "You're not any better than him," Lily hissed.

James looked taken aback. "What?" he asked, gaping at her.

Lily straightened and glared at James with every bit of hatred she could muster. He was so infuriating, going from bullying her former friend to being angry on her behalf. Treating her with indifference and then suddenly acting as though he had a right to be concerned. Lily let her irritation and confusion and anger pound inside her head as she scowled at the bewildered boy in front of her.

"You go around acting like you're so much better than him, Ja—Potter!" she cried, attracting several stares. Lily plowed on, not caring who heard or who could see. "And you're just as bad as him!"

"Hey," James said, stepping forward and holding out a pacifying hand.

Lily ignored his extended hand. "No!" she said in a strangled voice. "You haven't changed a bit! You're just as arrogant, just as much of a bully. I don't know how I ever—" she stopped, suddenly aware of where she was and of the fact that several strangers and her boyfriend were listening.

"Don't know how you ever what?" James demanded, his hand dropping back to his side and his face flaring up. "Don't know how you ever spent all day with me at the beach? Don't know how you ever shared your secrets and your fears with me? Don't know how you ever trusted me? Don't know how you ever told me you loved me?"

Lily's mouth opened, but no words came out. Around her, she saw Marlene covering her face with her hands, Sirius staring open mouthed at James. Across the corridor, a white faced Severus turned away and hurried away. Lily could feel Connor's eyes on her.

Her face burned as she felt a dozen shocked stares burning into her. James' face was still red and he was breathing heavily as he stared down at the floor.

Without a word, Lily reached out for Connor's hand. With a small squeeze, he followed her away from the crowd.

Lily's mind was tangled up from humiliation. She could feel the heat from her face radiate as she walked quickly, avoiding Connor's gaze. They walked in silence, neither sure what to say.

"Er, you want to go to the library?" he asked eventually.

Lily nodded and followed the ravenclaw through the heavy doors. They found a table in the back and took out their books and notes, neither looking nor speaking to each other.

They worked quietly, asking occasionally for help on certain spells or theories. Soon they began talking about their plans for the summer. But the conversation seemed different now, Lily reflected. It reminded her of those she used to have with Severus in the beginning of the year. They talked easily about an assortment of topics, but neither broached on the subject of a certain bespectacled wizard, or mentioned what had occurred in the hallway. Lily hoped sadly that her relationship with Connor wasn't doomed to the same messy ending as her friendship with Severus.

Lily didn't have much time in the next few weeks to ruminate on the nuances of her relationship or bask in her renewed animosity towards James. Her time was spent studying. Before she knew it, O.W.L.s were there and Lily felt as though she had never had a more stressful week. The exams went by and though she was sure she failed the transfiguration practical and could have done much better in charms theory, Lily breathed a sigh of relief on the last Friday of term when she walked out of Defense Against the Dark Arts, her last exam.

"Lily!" Severus was running towards her, calling her name.

Lily ignored him and continued walking.

"Lily, I'm sorry," the hook nosed boy panted, catching up to her and reaching out to take hold of her elbow. "I'm sorry I called you that. I didn't mean it, I swear. It just—"

"Slipped out?" Lily supplied, glaring at her old best friend and tugging her arm from his grip. "Well sorry if that pathetic explanation doesn't make me want to fall to my knees and forgive you."

"Lily—" Severus pleaded, attempting to stop her.

"No, Sev!" the redhead cried. "I'm done. You've chosen your path. I've made excuses for you for way too long. You've picked your side, and it's not the one I'm on."

Severus continued to stare at her, his black eyes groveling. Lily hurriedly put her head down and squared her shoulders. "Goodbye, Sev," she said quietly before sprinting away towards Gryffindor Tower.

That night was the end of year feast, which was just as grand as Marlene promised. The food was phenomenal and the Great Hall was decorated with blue and bronze hangings, as Ravenclaw had won the house cup. Everything was spectacular, but Lily didn't enjoy a moment of it. Three seats away from her sat James, who hadn't so much as made eye contact with her since the scene in the corridor. Across the hall sat Severus, whose dark eyes stared out and filled Lily with guilt and irritation. And so, as soon as Dumbledore finished his speech, Lily sprung up from her seat and, without waiting for any of her friends, returned to her dormitory to pack.

Although she dreaded seeing Petunia, Lily was relieved to be returning home. The stress of exams, on which she wanted desperately to do well so she would make Dorcas proud, as well as her continued avoidance of James and the awkward dynamic with Connor had made Cokeworth seem like paradise.

She slept happily that night, picturing her own bed that would greet her the next day. On Saturday morning, Lily cheerfully boarded the Hogwarts Express, chattering animatedly with Marlene and Alice about her summer plans and promising to visit.

The three girls found Mary and were wandering the corrdors looking for a compartment when Connor Goldstein approached, clearly searching for Lily.

"Oh, good, I've found you," he said in relief, holding out a hand which Lily took curiously. "Listen, could we get a compartment just to ourselves for a bit?" he dropped a kiss on her forehead. "I feel like I've barely been able to talk to you the last few weeks."

"Yeah, okay," Lily said quietly peering over her shoulder at her friends, who smirked back at her. "Do you mind if I spend the first hour or so with Connor?" she asked.

"No, of course not," Alice said with a grin, waving the couple off. "Go, have fun."

"But not too much fun!" Marlene added slyly.

Lily blushed and made a rude hand gesture towards the laughing brunette before walking away, hand in hand with Connor.

They found an empty compartment halfway down and slid into it. They passed a pleasant half an hour discussing their plans for Lily to visit his house in two weeks.

Lily found herself very content, leaning back against Connor's chest while he played with her hair and described his family's garden and the gnomes which populated it. Really, she reflected, this was a lovely way to spend the train ride home, with no drama or fighting.

Connor finished talking about the gnomes and grew quiet, his fingers threading through Lily's hair.

"I told Miles I would meet him soon," he said quietly, his hands stopping their ministrations. He swallowed hard and for a moment Lily thought he was going to say something else.

"So, I'll see you soon," Connor said hurriedly, fidgeting.

Lily sat up and moved so her boyfriend could slide past her. A part of her was screaming to just blurt out what she wanted to say, that they needed to talk about what had happened, they needed to address James, the elephant in the room.

"Bye," was all she said, tipping her face up and giving him a soft kiss. "I'll send you an owl as soon as I'm home."

Connor nodded and then slowly left the compartment, gently closing the door behind him. Lily stayed seated, her face in her hands. Everything was alright, she kept telling herself.

But if everything was alright why did it feel so wrong?

She stayed sitting like that for a few minutes, ruminating on the uneasiness which had crept into her life.

"Lily?"

She looked up and saw Marlene and Remus standing at the door, watching her.

"We saw Connor in the corridor," Marlene explained, entering the compartment and taking a seat next to Lily. Remus followed and sat on her other side. "We came to find you when you didn't show up at our compartment."

"Are you okay?" Remus asked gently, putting an arm around Lily's shoulders.

Lily shrugged. What was there to tell them?

"I'm fine," she said quietly, looking between her two friends. Marlene smiled, taking a piece of Lily's hair and twisting it around her finger. Remus watched Marlene, a small frown on his face as he looked between the brunette and Lily.

"Are you sure?" Remus asked, squeezing Lily's shoulder. "You can tell us, you know, if something's wrong. We're here for you."

"That's right," Marlene said firmly.

Lily smiled and sat back, nodding her head. "Yes," she said, now with more conviction. "Yes, everything's okay. I was—I was being stupid."

Marlene smiled at Remus and let go of Lily, turning her head so she was looking directly at the redhead. "Everyone gets the summertime blues, Lils, don't worry about it. We just wanted to be sure you were okay."

"Thank you," Lily said, offering a small smile to each of her friends in turn. "Really, for everything. Not for checking on me but for—I don't think I would have survived the year without you two."

"Anytime, Lils," Marlene said happily, planting a kiss on Lily's cheek and standing up. "I'm going back to the compartment," she said, giving Remus a knowing look, "I don't think Mary's quite got the experience to keep the other three idiots in check."

"Alright," Remus said, glancing back at Lily. "You go, I'm going to stay here for a bit."

Marlene agreed and, after giving Lily another hug and telling them both to come back to the other compartment when they were ready, skipped down the corridor.

Remus watched the brunette's retreating back with an odd expression on his face. Lily watched him, her eyes widening.

"Remus," she said slowly. "You told me you used to have a crush on Marlene. Do you still-?"

"Yes," he said with a sigh, tearing his gaze from the corridor.

Lily let out a squeal, eager to talk about something both happy and not about her. To her surprise, though, Remus did not look excited. He looked miserable.

"Does she know?" Lily asked.

Remus shook his head. "No one knows," he answered.

"Why not?" Lily inquired, scooching closer and putting a hand on Remus' shoulder.

"It's better if no one knows," Remus said, turning his grey eyes to Lily. "She's better off not knowing. I wouldn't want to get her hopes up. And I can never—"

"Yes you can," Lily said quickly, realizing what her friend was saying. "There's no reason for you not to be happy like everyone else."

"Lily," Remus said sadly. "I don't think you understand. Me and Marlene…we could never be anything. I would either have to not tell her what I am and keep an entire part of my identify a secret to her, or else tell her and risk losing not only whatever potential we had, but also one of my closest friends."

"I'm sure Marley wouldn't mind," Lily insisted. Her own troubles were pushed to the back of her mind as she watched Remus, one of the kindest people in the world, look so miserable because of something he couldn't help.

Remus shook his head. "Even if she didn't mind," he said, "I could never do that to her, subject her to that kind of scrutiny. There are plenty of people out there who are much better for her than I would be."

"Remus, but you still like her—"

"Do you still like James?" he cut in, staring at Lily intently.

She recoiled momentarily, caught off guard by his abrupt manner. "I think you know the answer to that already."

"And would you ever go tell him that?" Remus asked. "Would you try to start something again?"

"No," Lily admitted, dropping her head. "No, I wouldn't."

"Do you see?" Remus asked, nudging her. "Why I think it's better if I don't tell her? I mean, at least you and James have a fighting chance, Lily."

Lily snorted. "No," she said firmly. "I think that door is shut for good. And there's Connor"

"Lily, I think if you two would just talk you could at least be friends, Connor or no Connor."

"I don't want to make things any more complicated than they are," Lily said quietly, moving away from Remus. "I think it's best if we both just move on."

Remus studied her for a moment, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Do you really believe you can forget about him?" he asked.

Lily sighed and sank back in the seat. "I need to try."


Author's Note: And with that ends fifth year. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, I love hearing from you. For all the Jily lovers, I can promise that sixth year will be jam packed with Jily scenes as we get closer to the resolution of the story, and the next update will have a big one!

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