Lily and James had finally managed to catch a moment alone away from the loud occupants of the house. Sitting as far back in the library as possible they sank into the shadows alone to be found if someone knew where to look.
Hours were spent in contented peace as they basked in each other's presence, relearning each other's like and dislikes. Eventually sleep became a necessity as the physical exertions of the past few hours took their toll on their bodies.
The gentle lashes of sunlight flittered through the windows dotted about the room, making it feel more welcoming than it ever would normally in the dark. Rows upon rows or books, stacked on shelves, all spread systematically about the room. Brightening rays of morning light illuminating their spines, bringing to life the words held within them. They may tell stories of heroic feats or hold simple facts about how to cook a roast chicken. However, they all serve a purpose, but none held a purpose more precious than the two sleeping figures hidden away in the back of the stacks, almost like randy teenagers. Away from the prying eyes of their peers and the librarian, who I'm sure would have a fit about the things her 'babies' had to see from the nasty little buggers.
The morning rays swept away the dark that littered the library and fell across the face of James, stirring him from his sleep and bringing him back to reality from dreamland. The gentle weight on his chest told him Lily was still there and her even and deep breathing told him that she was still asleep and not likely to be waking anytime soon. Groping around for his glasses on a nearby chair finding them he placed them on and surveyed the once evil library of Grimmauld Place, now in its warm and used feeling compared to before when as soon as you walked into the room you were bombarded by a cold shiver that ran up and down your spine because you sense the evil rolling off the books in waves.
Though with the way the room looked, it would appear that he would have some competition in who had Lily's attention for extended periods of time, but somehow he knew that the books would win over his obvious talent in the bedroom, as if he wasn't that good in the bedroom department he and Lily wouldn't have a nearly 18 year old son for that matter who was also planning on getting married, but had gone and done it in an ancient ritual which brought back the ones he loved who were dead. Freaky it would seem that his son didn't know how to do things in halves, no he had to go the whole 9 yards and then some.
The soft sighing and changing rhythm of breathing stole James away from his thoughts and focused his attention on the goddess on his chest, who was breaking through the tendrils of sleep to join him back in reality.
Moving about to get more comfy in the little space they had fallen asleep in Lily, lifted her head and gazed at the man who she had fallen in love so long ago. Even though to the outside world they had been dead for nearly 2 decades, the love they felt for each other was still as strong as it was when they got married many moons ago.
Leaning forward James placed a loving and tender good morning kiss on her lips, before wrapping his arms more firmly around her waist bringing her even closer, even if that was possible because as it were there was no space between them in the first place. Relaxing back into the warmth their bodies had generated, they each had no reason to break the peacefulness of their surroundings by adding words to the conversations they could have with one single well-placed look.
The quiet that is often found in a library was a comfort to them at this particular moment in time as over the past 24 hours they had gained back what they thought they had lost forever on that fateful Halloween night. They had gained back their son and by the looks of things, they now had a daughter. Their friends were alive and well for the most part; Moldyshorts was as good as dead thanks to Harry repaying the favor he did them so long ago.
Breaking the silence James asked Lily the one question that had been plaguing his mind since the conversation in the kitchen the day prior.
"Lily, what do we do now? Do we go back to Godric's Hollow and rebuild our home there or do we buy a new home and start from scratch and have the 4 kids and a dog named rover like we always wanted or do we stay here and get to know the family we never had?"
"Right now love all I care about is getting to know our son and hear about some of the amazing thing she has managed to accomplish in his short life. We don't have to make a decision on what we do next because right now all I want to do is live in the here and now. We spent too much time before being scared and hiding away that we lost out on so many normal things. So all we do for now is enjoy the time we have left with our son before he has to go back to Hogwarts and finish his last year, at the end of the holiday we can decide what we want to do."
James couldn't figure out how he had managed to marry someone with so much commonsense and the ability to keep him, Sirius and Remus in line.
"Now that is a plan I can live with, but do we have to put up with Molly for much longer, every time she looks at me I swear she is concocting some sort of plan to get Harry to marry her daughter. Even though Remus made it very clear that Harry and Hermione were already bonded and not even marriage to someone else can cancel that out."
"Molly Weasley is the least of my concerns, but if she tries to do anything to spilt Harry and Hermione up then she will have to deal with me and the last time some dealt with me in a bad mood was Sirius and he got his hair turned Barbie pink for a month." Lily answered, making a note to watch just what Molly was doing more closely in the near future until Harry was out of harms reach and safely on the train back to Hogwarts.
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