In the Days of Lily Evans and James Potter

Disclaimer: But, but, but, ok, it's not mine.

A/N: Thanks for Passing the Word. I've decided this will end at either Chapter 15 or 16. Start PMing me ideas for a new fanfic. I've recieved two ideas, but I'm not sure which one to start, so help me there. (One is following the lives of the US Quidditch players through one season. The other is telling the story of the after-DH lives)

Chapter 13

Dear Litle Ms. Perfect,

What happened was all your people's fault. If you hadn't decided to go play with magic tricks, we'd be living at home. Vernon, my new boyfriend, wonders why we're so secretive about you. He's not ready to know yet. Just stay away at your precious school over holidays and DON'T come back after you graduate.

Petunia Evans

"She's blaming you!" Alice gasped, reading the letter over breakfast one Sunday morning. Lily nodded, staring into her food. Neither she nor James had eaten much since Halloween, and had rarely come out of Head Tower for meals. "Lily, what's the deal?"

"I was waiting for it to happen," she muttered. "It's been nearly a month since the...since it happened." Frank, cheerfully unaware, sat next to Alice.

"Helloooo--oh, Lily." She looked up and faked a two second smile. "What happened?" Alice, who still refused to physically speak to Frank, handed him the letter. While Frank read, Lily watched his expressions change.

"That came this morning," she whispered.

"That bitch!" Frank was red. "I should send her a cursed hat! Let her ears fall off!"

"Frank! Language." It was the first thing Alice had said to him since the fight.

"You talked...to me?"

"Figured I might as well," she said. Lily looked at the two and automatically wanted to find James. He and his friends were not at breakfast, and he had not been in the Tower last night.

"See you later," she said, standing. Her friends stared at her back as she left, concerned.

Lily found the four looking weary and untidy by the lake. It was rather cold, but the boys didn't seem to mind, sitting on the solid ground. She figured that she shouldn't ruin their conversation, but stayed back close enough to hear them.

"Last night was close," Sirius was saying.

"Snape almost caught Moony. It's a good thing Madame Pomfrey was there," James added.

"Who almost caught you," Peter replied. "You and Sirius aren't exactly tiny."

"Well, next time the full moon's coming out, remind me, mates," Remus scolded. "I could have changed right in the middle of the dorm. Imagine explaining that to Frank. 'Oh, Frank, this is just...Sirius's pet. He's a real sweety, but if he bites you, you'll be just like him.' Joy." The guys laughed, and Lily gasped. Was she hearing right?

"I'm surprised Lily isn't here yet. It's been, what, at least twenty four hours since you've snogged her," Sirius said. James thumped him on the back of his head.

"Lily and I don't just snog," he informed him. "We talk. She's very understanding." The conversation calmed. Lily though about it, then snuck up on James, grabbing his shoulders from behind.

"Evans! We were just talking about you," Sirius said.

"I know, what is it, Paddlefoot? I could hear you." The boys all went white.

"How--how much did you hear?" Remus was white. Lily knew what to say, pretending she didn't see discomfort waving throughout them.

"I heard 'surprised' and 'Lily' and 'twenty four hours since you snogged her,' and then I heard Mr. Prongs say 'understanding.' He's obviously gained some brains with that last bludger hit," she said, lying. She had heard every word. The boys got their color once more.

"It's Padfoot, by the way," Sirius said. "How do you--"

"Please, when I spend so much time with you guys, you pick it up," she said, sitting in between James and Peter, weaving her arms around his torso for warmth. The letter wafted back into her mind, and she leaned her head on his shoulder as he returned her grasp.

"Oh, would you look at the time," Sirius said suddenly, standing. "We're supposed to be...gone. Boys?"

"Oh," Remus said, catching Sirius's eye. He grabbed Peter by the back of the shirt and pulled him up and away.

"Why do we have to go?" the couple heard Peter pipe up. James laughed.

"They sure know how to be subtle." He tilted her head up and kissed her, meeting his eyes with her. "What's wrong?"

"My sister sent me a letter asking me not to come back," Lily told him. She remembered Halloween night, after they left Dumbledore's office. She had taken him right back to the Head Tower, letting him cry on her shoulder. She felt the situations weren't the same, but the roles were, just switched.

"What do your parents think?" he asked her, keeping his eyes locked on hers. It scared her sometimes, how much he could care.

"I'm afraid to find out." Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and he made her lean back with him.

"I understand," he whispered in her ear. "And I'm here. Just like you are for me. Right here." James brushed away a tear that had escaped her.

"Do you remember the time I pushed you into the lake, when we first started fall--I mean, getting along? I wish we could just go back, it's so hard just staying in this constant idle. Nothing's ever that much fun anymore. And You-Know-Who's getting worse. I want it all to stop." She traced the Gryffindor crest on the lapel of his robes.

"I know, Lils," he told her. "One day, it will. We'll all be happy." Lily wrapped herself closer around him, thinking hard.

"James?" She hated herself for wanting to be truthful, but it was James.

"Yeah?"

"I did hear more of the conversation," she admitted. James began to turn white again, but she stopped him from replying. "That's the exact reason why I didn't tell all of you. James, whatever is going on, I don't want to pry, but it'd be nice to know." James pulled away, and for a second Lily thought he was going to up and leave her.

"Promise to keep quiet?" he asked her, standing a few feet away. Lily nodded, then watched as James slowly began to transform. His arms grew and his fingers melted together, making hoofs. Horns sprouted from his hair, and his face extended out. His glasses fell off, and in seconds a stag was standing in front of her in place of James.

"Oh, my God!" Lily whispered, recognizing him at once. She watched him return to normal, holding her breath. "James, you were the stag?"

"The one and only," he told her, grabbing his glasses off of the ground.

"Can you all...I mean, do your friends--"

"Yes. That's where the nicknames come from." He sat beside her again, and she hesitated before curling up with him again.

"So, Remus, er, Moontail, is really a werewolf?"

"Moony. Yes, but you have to promise not to say a word to anyone even him." James was white once more.

"James, Remus is a good guy, a friend. Why would I?" Lily stood up, brushing her robes off. "Come on, now. We've got plans."

"We do?"

"Remember the day you took me for a flight? You promised me in Slughorn's you'd teach me to fly. Let's go." She grabbed James's hand and lifted him up.

"I thought you said you never wanted to be on a broom ever again."

"There's a posibility we might not make it out of the broom closet," she whispered.

A/N: I had to do that letter, there had to be some reason for Lily to hate her sister. Don't hate me. RnR, Concrit, Pass the Word, Help me!!