A/N: I know, I know, its been forever since my last update, but here tiz (sorry, I love the movie Animal House). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. And don't forget to review! (Especially the first scene. I like it a lot better than the one that was kinda like it towards the beginning of the story)

Heaven and Hell

Once the wedding was over, James, Lily, the entire wedding party, James's parents and Lily's mother stayed close to the chapel to take what seemed like hundreds of pictures, while the guests retired to the banquet hall. And after a good hour, the newly wed couple made their way to the reception. There, James, Lily, and their nearly seventy guests ate, drank, laughed and danced the night away.

But by one in the morning, when nearly all of the guests had left, they Apparated to their apartment.

Well...their bedroom to be more specific...

Once there, Lily carefully removed her tiara and veil, her precious heirlooms she hoped to pass to her own children some day. She pointed her wand at the back of her head, murmured a spell, and her hair fell down her back, still slightly curled.

Lily turned to see James loosening his tie. He had that legendary smirk on his lips and a lustful look that burned in his hazel eyes. He playfully tossed his tie across the bedroom as he made his way to his bride.

James held out his hand, as though he were asking Lily to dance. Slightly confused, she set her hand in his. He spun her around and puller her close, her back nearly touching his chest. He moved her dark red hair over her right shoulder as she kissed her left one. Lily rotated her neck, encouraging James to keep going. He got the hint as he continues to kiss, suck, and nip at her neck as his hands wondered to the ties on the back of her gown. Once the dress was nearly hanging off of her body, Lily turned and threw her arm around her husbands neck and kissed him.

Together, they deepened the kiss as they made their way to the bed. Soon enough, they were both naked. James's mouth crept down her neck, her chest, and her abdomen – until he found her most feminine spot. Lily felt as though electrical currents were passing through her body as she arched her back in pleasure as he kept working his magic.

"James..." she moaned softly. She couldn't take him not being inside her much longer. James was glad to comply as he slid into her warm, wet center as she tipped her hips up to him as he thrust even deeper. They started slow, but as their passion built, their rhythm quickly sped.

She raised her head and covered his mouth with hers. Suddenly, she broke away from his mouth as she arched her back and called his names as her climax raked her body with passion's waves. James let himself go soon after.

As he laid next to her, James wrapped her arms around Lily and, within minutes, they were both asleep from sheer exhaustion.

000

When Lily awoke the next morning, she felt happy, excited, and exhausted all at once. But, above all of this, she felt complete. Her head was lying on James's chest, their arms and legs intertwined. He was still asleep.

And, while she watched James sleep, she couldn't help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world. It all seemed like a fairy tale: here she was, Lily Evans, laying in the arms of the love of her life, James Potter. But wait, she thought, I'm no longer Lily Evans am I? I'm Lily Potter now. She smiled to herself at the very idea of this.

A few minutes later, Lily finally let go of James and rolled over to see what time it was. 1:35. She laughed to herself, have we really been asleep that long?

James had woken up as well, and wrapped his arms around his wife.

"You know, we probably should get up...we're suppose to be in Rome by three" Lily said.

"Now why would we do that?" he asked mischievously as he moved on top of her.

"But–" Then James kissed her, and all thoughts of getting out of bed were completely gone.

000

The next seven days were the happiest seven days Lily had ever had. She and James spent the whole week as Muggle tourists in Rome, looking through nearly every cathedral and museum Lily saw. She had never been a religious person, (that was Petunia's thing) but she had always had a soft spot for some the great artist who's greatest works were spread throughout the city. Lily knew that James wouldn't have left the hotel if she hadn't made him, but he had a good time. He had especially liked the statue called The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa, in which St. Teresa looked like she was having an orgasm. And to top things off, the tour guide had said that it depicted when an angel had visited St. Teresa while she slept and that St. Teresa herself had said, "...his great golden spear...filled with fire...plunged into me several times...penetrated to my entrails...a sweetness so extreme that one could not possibly wish it to stop." James had to bite down on his bottom lip so he wouldn't laugh. And not to mention the fact that when ever Lily and James were out of earshot of the other tourists, Lily would whisper St. Teresa's words in James ear - which nearly drove him mad.

For that one heavenly week, both of their fears disappeared. In the beautiful city of Rome, the threat of Voldemort and his followers seemed nonexistent. But, unfortunately, they did have to return to the threat.

000

The remainder of the year flew by with only one minor Death Eater attack. A writer for the Daily Prophet had been so bold as to suggest that maybe - just maybe - Voldemort was losing some momentum. The Order, on the other hand, knew better. They knew that Voldemort and the Death Eaters had to be planning something big.

And they were right.

James had received an urgent message from Moody telling him about a huge Death Eater attack in Brighton at nearly one o'clock in the morning on the third of January. He had Disapparated by twenty after. Lily, being the stubborn woman she was, would not fall back asleep until she knew that James was lying next to her again. But not ten minutes had passed after James had left that Lily received an message of her own from Marlene McKinnon telling her to come to St. Mungo's to help victims of the attack.

Lily apparated straight into the waiting room of the magical hospital. She received a shock as she noticed that the waiting room was practically full of what looked like some of the minor injured victims. Many people were holding bloody bandages to various body parts. Some were looking around in confusion and wonder. These must be Muggles, Lily thought to herself.

Immediately, she noticed Simone and Marlene walking towards her and the three met half way across the waiting room.

"Oh, Lily, I'm glad you've come... I'd thought–" But Marlene caught herself just in time. Her chocolate eyes met Lily's bright green ones as they understood each other: Marlene thought that Lily may have been called out to the attack as an Order member. "Anyway," Marlene continued, sounding slightly hysterical, "I can't talk long – they need me on the fourth floor. But as you've probably got, there has been a major Death Eater attack. We've got nearly forty that've died here alone. I want the two of you to start healing those here," she gestured to the waiting room, "most have minor injuries – cuts, burns, and things of the like. There are about ten Muggles here as well, heal them first and take them our usually conference room – someone from the Obliviator's Headquarters should be there soon. I'll come find you guys in a bit." With that, Marlene nearly ran down the corridor and to the third floor.

As much as Lily and Simone didn't like each other, they somehow worked together surprisingly well. They somehow managed to clear the room of its patients in a little over two hours. But Lily had a hard time concentrating on healing. She couldn't help but wonder how James was doing. She was half expecting – or maybe even half hoping – to see James among the less critically wounded.

Marlene came down shortly after Lily and Simone had finished in the waiting room they were giving their patient reports to Marlene when an all too familiar voice called out, "Lily!" from somewhere behind her.

She whipped around to see James carrying an unconscious blonde girl in his arms. She couldn't be more than five or six years old. Lily immediately ran towards him, followed closely by Marlene and Simone.

"What happened?" Lily asked as Marlene conjured a stretcher from thin air.

"We don't know her name yet," he replied as he carefully laid the limp girl on the stretcher. "We do know that she is from a wizarding family: her parents put up one hell of a fight. Frank and I got there shortly after her parents died a Death Eater were torturing her with the Cruciatus Curse. She had passed out once the Death Eater saw us and lifted the curse."

Marlene, Lily, James, and Simone all rushed down the hall, each pushing part of the stretcher the girl was on. Finally they found an empty room, 112, and they wheeled her in.

James pulled Lily aside and said, "I'm gonna go back and find out who she is,"

Lily nodded and asked, "Are you alright?" in a concerned voice.

"Yeah," he said, not quiet meeting her eyes.

She gently put her hand on his cheek and gave him an encouraging smile, "I love you," she whispered softly.

"I love you, too," said as he laced his fingers with hers. "But right now, that little girl needs you more than I do,"

He gave her quick kiss before he Disapparated and she hurried into the room to try and save the girl.

000

Nearly two hours later, James stood in the doorway of room 112 to see the little blonde girl asleep a bed. Lily was there to; she had his back to him and was apparently gazing out the window.

He walked behind his wife and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She didn't jump; she knew his touch. Lily placed her hand on top of his and quietly asked, "Did you find anything out,"

"Yeah," he replied as he conjured a chair and sat next to his wife. She looked completely worn out. "Her name is Lindsay Ellis and she's five years old. Her parents, Mark and Brandy Ellis, were her only remaining family. We think they were attacked because Mark and Brandy were both Muggle-borns. How is she doing?"

"Marlene, Simone and I managed to heal her three broken ribs, and a punctured and deflated lung. She was unconscious until about half an hour ago, but when she woke up, she didn't talk, cry, ask for her Mum, nothing. We're not sure if she doesn't want to talk or if she can't. Marlene gave her a sleeping potion about ten minutes ago and she's been out ever since, and I've been here keeping an eye on her."

"How much longer do you think you'll be here?"

"I'm not sure, I kinda wanted to be here until she woke up, which should be in a few hours, but I don't know. Are you on your way home?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to see how you both were doing,"

She gave him a weak smile when Marlene came in.

"How is she?" Marlene immediately asked Lily.

"Same as when you left: asleep."

"And did you find anything out, James?" He told her exactly what he had told Lily.

"Poor girl," Marlene murmured as she looked down at the little girl. "Oh, Lily," she said, tearing her eyes away from Lindsay, "you can go home now, nearly all of the patients are stable and I just sent Simone home as well. And don't worry about coming in tomorrow; you and Simone have worked tomorrow's shift already. Thanks for coming in, Lil."

"No problem," Lily said as she and James both stood. "Glad to help,"

"So I guess I'll see you two tomorrow night at the meeting?" After every attack, there was always an Order meeting the next night.

"See you then," said James before he and Lily Disapparated to their apartment.

Once at home, they were both silent as they change back into their pajamas and crawled back into bed.

"I- I'm off t-tomorrow, too." yawned James as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

"Good, then we can both sleep in," she smiled at him.

They were both truly wiped out, physically and mentally, and Lily wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. But there was something that was bothering her.

"James?"

"Mmm?"

"What's going to happen to Lindsay?" It worried James to hear the fear in Lily's voice.

"I'm not sure...probably go into an orphanage, seeing as she's got no family." Through the little light there was in the bedroom, James could see Lily nodding slowly.

"Try to get some rest, Lils."

"I love you, James,"

"And I love you, too," He kissed her temple and soon after, fell asleep. Lily, however, stayed wake for another hour, watching the sun rise, and could not help but think of a sleeping five year old in St. Mungo's that had been through Hell and back.