A/N: You guys, I am so sorry! I just realized that it's been three months! I feel so bad for not updating. :'( However, I just wrote 10 new chapters, and they should all be going up soon. Yeah, I realized I've said that before. And I mean it this time. I promise. If I haven't updated again within a week, you have permission to Avada Kedavra me.

"So, Professor, that's what we have planned right now, and I can assure you that it will only get better," I finished. James and I were just finishing up our meeting with Dumbledore, and so far, he looked impressed.

He stood up behind his desk and faced the portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses. "Professors of old, what do you think of the plans of these two young wizards?"

Phineas Black informed me, "Ms. Evans, your talents have been duly noted by many wizards and witches of your time, and it has been proven that you are the brightest witch of your age. Mr. Potter, however, needs to learn to cooperate and work with others. He needs to understand that working with a witch, no matter who she is, does not entail allowing her to do all the work, while he sits back and stares at her."

"Phineas, that's enough. James, Lily, I will now escort you two back to your dormitory." Dumbledore told us, and we nodded. However, Phineas called me back.

I asked, "What is it that you need, Professor Black?"

He said, a bit snottily, if I might add, "Ms. Evans, for being the brightest witch of your age, you really are a dumbass!"

I choked a bit on my own spit. "Professor?"

Phineas turned around, and walked out of his portrait, I guessed to the one in Grimmauld Place. I shook my head, clearing out the thoughts Black had left in my head, and ran after the two men.

Dumbledore and I walked together, pacing through the castle.

"So," he questioned. "How are you doing?"

I sighed. I knew what he meant, and I really hoped he hadn't asked me this. "I'm holding up the best I can. Just trying to be strong for Mum."

Dumbledore looked at me strangely. "You don't need to do that, you know. You are allowed to break down every once in a while."

I laughed humorlessly. "That's what Lily said."

"Smart girl." We walked in companionable silence. "If you or your mother ever need anything, do not be afraid to owl me or come to my office. My father was placed in Azkaban, and while I know that it is not death, it is almost worse to know that he was still alive. The Hogwarts community is here for you."

I looked up at my headmaster gratefully, and in surprise. I had not expected him to give me this personal information, but I was grateful that he had chosen to share with me. "Thank you, professor. There isn't really much that anyone could do. The only thing..."

"What is it?"

"My mum stopped working after... Anyway, she's having some money problems. She was used to my father's income, but now, without that... I think that she wants a new job, but she doesn't know where to look. She doesn't want to be pitied, because of who my father is."

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment. "Actually, I have a cousin, Rumbleroar. He is the headmaster of a school called Pigfarts."

"Pigfarts?" I snorted.

Dumbledore contemplated, "Maybe he would be willing to help your mother out. I will check. And yes, Pigfarts. It is another school for wizards. I trust you know of some of the others?"

I listed them out loud. "There's Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Pigfarts…" I still couldn't help but laugh.

Dumbledore smiled. "Those are just the, shall we say, more obvious ones. There are so many more that you haven't learned of."

"Professor, but it doesn't really matter, does it? I went to Hogwarts, my parents went to Hogwarts, and when I have children, they are getting sent to Hogwarts. No Pigfarts for the Potters!"

Dumbledore laughed. "Thank Godric for that. Pigfarts is very impractical, after all. It is on Mars. You would need a rocketship to get there."

I was silent, then questioned, "Did you know that the Potters actually have a rocket ship?"

This time, the professor burst out laughing. "Only you, Mr. Potter, only you," he chuckled, as we reached the common room.

I entered the common room quickly, still contemplating the meaning of Professor Black's blunt statement. James was sitting on the couch, reading a book. I didn't expect that.

"What's that book?" I asked.

James looked up, startled. "Oh, it's about Hogwarts Prefects and the careers they held later in life. They just put out a new edition yesterday."

"I never thought I would see the day where you had the newest edition of a book on the second day it was available, Potter." I snorted.

He looked a bit embarrassed. "Actually, I got it yesterday," he spilled. "I just haven't had the chance to read it until today."

I sat down on the couch next to him, looking at the page he was reading. "Phineas Black?"

"He's the only one I haven't read yet. I started with my dad, and people I know, and then just continued from there." He told me. I looked at him, intrigued, and he handed the book to me.

"It's on page seventy-two," he said.

I flipped to the page quickly, and started to read. After all the books I had read, I had started to read quite quickly. The page read,

Harold S. Potter was born in Godric's Hollow on April 7, 1937. He lived there for his entire life, with the exception of attending Hogwarts. A proud Gryffindor, he always claimed that his experiences in the house of the lion formed his entire life. He was a Prefect starting fifth year, and was awarded the honor of becoming Head Boy in his seventh year. Harold became an Auror at age 19, one of the youngest Aurors in the history of the Ministry of Magic in England. He married Selena Beautifa in 1958. The couple had their only child, James Harold, in 1960.

Harold was an Auror of legend. He defeated almost 30 followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named during the Dark Wizard's time of reign. Harold's most impressive defeat was of Rudolfus Lestrange I, the father of a member of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's inner circle. Lestrange had just been caught performing the Cruciatus Curse on five unsuspecting Muggles in a Muggle food store. With help from two other Aurors, Harold brought Lestrange I into custody, where he was later administered the Dementor's Kiss, after a full trial by the Wizengamot. Harold was awarded an Order of Merlin, First Class for his work.

Sadly, Harold was killed on August 26, 1977. A follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, also called a Death Eater, is believed to be the murderer. The entire Wizarding community offers its condolences to Selena and James Potter, and hopes that the remaining Auror community will succeed in revealing Harold's killer.

Underneath the paragraphs, a picture of James and his dad was inserted. Harold was holding a young James in his lap, and they were both laughing hard. They both looked so incredibly happy, I felt a pang in my chest for what had been.

"Oh, James," I whispered. He hugged me tightly, and for once, I didn't complain or try to leave.

James told me, "Dad hated pictures. Mum snuck up on us." Tears were falling down his cheeks. "That was probably the last picture she ever took of us together, alone. I saw eleven, and it was my birthday. Dumbledore let me go home for the day, since my birthday fell on a weekend."

I turned to face James. "We have to stop this. Your dad and my mum, they didn't die so that we could just sit around and weep. Your dad died protecting you, and while my mum didn't die in the face of danger or adversity or anything like that, I do know that she would never want me to be like this. We need to be strong for our parents."

James smiled softly through the constant tears streaming down his face. "Does this mean that I can snog you? You know, so that I can cheer up a bit?"

I shied away from him. "Just because I'm sad doesn't mean that I'm stupid."

He shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't hurt to try, though, does it?"

"In our case, yes, actually, it does."

"When will you see that we are perfect?"

"Um, never." I thought for a moment. "Well, actually, there is one scenario where I will realize this."

James looked hopeful. "Well, tell me what it is, then?"

"Well, actually, there are two. The first is if my choice is you or Black." James grinned. "The second is when I fall in love with you."

James looked a bit crestfallen. "Well, it's September. I have basically until June, because after we leave school, we're probably never going to see each other again."

I smirked. "Good luck. You are about to try to accomplish in ten months a task which should take you a billion years. There's a better chance of me traveling to the moon."

James said, "I can make that happen."

"What? How in the world could you possibly get me to the moon? I could catch moon germs, and you would never see me again!"

James looked at me closely. "Why is it that no one knows about the Potter rocket ship?"

"YOU HAVE A ROCKET SHIP?"

"Yeah, the American Ministry of Magic- actually, I believe they call it the Department of Magic there- gifted my father a rocket ship after their first trip to the moon. You saw in the article that Dad captured Rudolphus Lestrange I?" I nodded. "Lestrange was caught in America. This was their thank-you gift."

For once, I was speechless.

A/N: Sorry, I just couldn't help but add the AVPM stuff in there. Seriously, if you haven't seen A Very Potter Musical, go online and look it up now. It's kind of long (I'm watching it three or four scenes at a time, which is annoying, because I want to see the whole thing!), but it's worth it! For those who don't know, the dumbass line, Pigfarts, Rumbleroar, and the Potter rocket ship are from AVPM.