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Lily walked into her apartment in a well-off Muggle area of London. She was however really getting sick of having to hide everything from her extremely nosey neighbors. Mrs. Dewitt, the prominent lawyer from across the hall, was always trying to force her way into Lily's home. Mrs. Dewitt was the single mother of two children who were seemingly perfect. Angela was fourteen and Michael was sixteen. Both were the epitome of the angelic children; With pure blonde hair and electric blue eyes, the two of them seemed heaven sent. Angela was on the dance team and Michael was the star point guard of the basketball team. And of course they had perfect grades.

But Lily knew some things about the two angels that their mother did not. In fact, everyone knew things about the angels, except for their mother of course. Angela, who wasn't supposed to date until she was sixteen didn't date; Instead she frequently had random boys over to spend the night whenever her mother was out of town. Michael had a girlfriend that his mother knew about, but he also had three others that she didn't know about. Every time they were home alone they would have huge parties, which more than often involved alcohol. Lots of alcohol.

Which would explain the pounding music that drifted through Lily's walls.

The Dewitts were the worst, but that didn't stop the others from trying to compete. There was the pervy man to Lily's left who was always trying to lure her into his apartment. Then there was the Jacksons next to the Dewitts who had the worst little girl Lily had ever met. Every night the entire building could hear Karalee screeching about how she didn't want to go to sleep.

Lily's favorite neighbors by far were those to her right. She had never met them; Apparently two men who owned an advertising firm lived there. Mrs. Dewitt had once scandalously whispered to her that they were probably partners. She then went on about how people like them should be roped off in their own section of the world. Lily then proudly looked her in the eye and told her that her sister was a lesbian. A total lie of course, but it was worth it to see the look on Mrs. Dewitt's face. She then refused to even look at Lily's door for the next three weeks. Not that Lily minded - Mrs. Dewitt was horrible and there was absolutely nothing wrong with gay people.

But yes, the right door neighbors were absolutely lovely, never being loud or obnoxious. In fact they were hardly ever seen. Apparently they left around five in the morning and returned well past midnight every day. Lily didn't mind though, it was just like the apartment next door was empty, except she didn't have to worry about new neighbors.

Exhausted from the stress of work, Lily went to collapse on her bed. The pressure was getting to her; Seeing Sirius again, horrible Henry Trotsky, the corpse of Wrollongsk…it was all so much. She was so tired…and she still had quite amount of paper work to finish before she could go to bed.

A quick glance at the clock told Lily that it was 8:42. Maybe if she just closed her eyes for a minute, just a minute, she could muster up the energy to work…

Several hours later, Lily woke up with a start. Her clock told her that it was 2:19 in the morning. Dammit, she had fallen asleep. Rolling out of bed, she glared at the green tote bag she had come to loathe and stumbled downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee.

Mug in hand, Lily returned to her bedroom, ready to sit down at her large desk and start working. But the sight in her room made her shriek. As she stared at the man laying on her bed, she dropped her cup in shock and it shattered on floor, scalding coffee flying everywhere. Lily didn't care that she hadn't changed from her Chaser pajamas, nor did she care that the coffee was staining her rug and burning her foot. All she could do was gape at the man on her bed.

Right there, lying in front of her was her ex-boyfriend, James Potter. "Hello Lily," he said in his seductive deep voice. He wasn't using that tone on purpose, it was just the natural way it flowed. When he used his actual seductive voice, there was no hope, as Lily knew all too well.

"J-Ja-James," Lily stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

"What?" he asked, rising from the bed. "I can't come and visit my favorite girl?" In three swift steps, he was directly in front of Lily, his tall frame towering over her petite one.

"I thought you said you wanted nothing to do with me," Lily accused shakily as James brought his lips down to her neck.

He chuckled as his lips placed just ghosts of kisses up and down the smooth column that was her neck. "Now why on Earth would I ever say that?"

"When I left you," Lily managed to gasp out. She had forgotten that being with James was this…exhilarating. "To go to Egypt."

James brought his lips up to her ear and began to nibble and suck on her lobe. "I didn't mean it love," he whispered huskily. Okay, now he was using his seductive voice. This wasn't fair. "I love you." Not that she minded or anything.

Scooping her up in his arms, James carried them over to the bed and continued a pattern of kissing just under her jaw up to her ear and back down again. Legs entwined, Lily wrapped her hands around his neck while he slowly stroked her sides. She moaned in pleasure as she tangled her fingers into his messy black hair and pulled gently out of encouragement.

"Do you want me?" he whispered slowly into her ear while licking the shell of it.

Flustered, she nodded her head eagerly. "Say it," he commanded. "Say you want me."

"Oh James," she groaned as he bit a particularly sensitive part of her neck. "I want you. I need you."

Smirking as if he knew it all along, James lowered his head down to meet Lily's eager lips when BANG! Lily's bedroom door flew open, revealing an out of breath man.

If Lily was shocked by the appearance of James, it was nothing to her reaction this time. No shrieking, no dropping a mug, just open jaw and wide eyes. To her shock, James rolled off the bed and walked over to the man.

"Ant?" he asked, surprised himself.

Anthony Dolocelli nodded, staring at James, then Lily, and then back to James again. "No way!" James cried out. Lily smirked to herself as James threw himself at her coworker. Now the little bugger would get what was coming, her James would beat the hell out of this guy.

But when Lily looked up again, the two of them weren't dueling…they weren't even wrestling. Instead they were laughing and embracing each other as brothers, as if they had known each other their entire lives. "What the hell?" Lily all but screamed at them.

Arm slung around James, Anthony shook his head and laughed out, "Oh Lily you silly girl, couldn't you see this coming?"

"…No, I'm not a psychic or anything," Lily mumbled mostly to herself as she looked down. She looked up, ready to address the two 'buddies.' But when she looked up she was more astonished than she had ever been. The two men were still laughing with each other, their faces glowing and exerting radiance. They were both so…beautiful, they dazzled her an incredible amount. And then they became blurred, merging into one body. The single man was still chuckling as he stopped glowing.

Anthony Dolocelli walked to the bed and tucked Lily's hair behind her ear. Lily shivered away. The feeling was familiar, yet different. His hands were so much colder and rougher than James's had ever been, yet they were so similar. They even had the scar on the pointer finger.

"Where's James?" Lily managed to glare up at him, straightening her shirt that had ridden up.

Anthony let out a slow chuckle, but not the same kind of laugh he had shared with James. That one had been carefree and innocent while this one seemed almost…sinister. "Oh Lily, can't you see?" he laid next to her on the bed, slowly rolling over so he was pinning her underneath him. "I am James. James is me. It's just that I'm stronger than he is, so my features are more…prominent."

Suddenly, his lips crashed against hers, sending a sense of urgency and desperation to Lily's bodies through thousands of little electric tingles. To Lily's surprise she responded back just as enthusiastic. Her mind was screaming that he wasn't James, but her body was ignoring it. Everything acted of its own accord; Her tongue darted out and licked his smoothly while her lips moved in perfect tempo with his. Her arms snaked around his neck and her hands made themselves busy as they met Anthony's slicked hair. She had to admit, she much preferred James's messy locks.

Anthony's fingers crawled up the shirt that Lily had just straightened out. His body was so cold, until she felt a horrible burning on her left side. "Ah!" she screamed as she recoiled. There on his arm was the disgusting black tattoo, practically glowing in the dim lighting of the bedroom. Horrified, Lily sat up and stared at him.

"I have to go now before He gets angry love," he whispered into her hair. "I'll see you in a couple hours at work. Love you."

Without realizing what she was doing, Lily hugged him back and whispered, "Love you too."

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and walked out the door, leaving her alone with her paperwork.

Raise your hand if you think Lily's going crazy! Just so all of you know, my hand's raised right now. K so I saw Batman around 11 last night and it was only amazing. Best line ever by the Joker to Batman - "You complete me!" Seriously, I laughed hysterically through that entire movie. I know it wasn't really funny...but it was. Hehehe. 3 DAYS TILL BREAKING DAWN! Haha yes, I am going to the midnight release at the Barnes & Nobles by me with my friend Serena. I'm not gonna dress up though, I'm just gonna go in my pajamas! I was a super duper good girl and updated TWICE within 24 hours! (I know, shocker right?) So pleaseeeeeeeee review?!

Isabel