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A/N Please read the note at the end of this chapter.

"Shh!" hissed James when Sirius dumped his trunk on the marble floor of the entrance hall. "You don't want to wake my mum. Her wrath is going to be bad enough with a full night's sleep; we don't want to be on the receiving end of her anger when she's tired and cranky."

Sirius nodded very solemnly; Mrs. Potter had yelled at him extensively after he had disappeared to Lily's house the previous summer and he certainly did not want to experience that again.

Then Peter had to go and ruin it all. Lagging behind the others he did not hear James' warning, and so he stomped into the hall and dropped his trunk with a resounding bang. The other three boys cringed as the sounds echoed throughout the hall and the house.

"Peter you great bloody fool!" hissed Sirius.

"Christopher, is that you?" Marilyn Potter sleepily called.

"Now you've done it!" said James under his breath. "No, mum, it's me," he said with a defeated air.

"James?" asked Marilyn, who was very confused. She appeared at the top of the stairs in a classy silk bathrobe.

"Sorry to wake you mum," James began.

"What are you doing home?" asked Mrs. Potter surveying the boys and their trunks, but still not making the connection quite yet. "James Christopher Potter were you expelled?! James! I can't believe you got yourself expelled only two months before you graduate! How could you be so stupid? What the hell did you do?!"

"Mum, just let me explain," said James. "Please, it's not what you think. Just like on Christmas morning," he added as it appeared that she wasn't going to listen.

"Okay James," sighed Marilyn as she descended. "Let's go to the kitchen and discuss this over some chocolate cake; the house elves made some last week for your father after we had an argument. Why don't the rest of you go settle into your usual rooms; I'm sure James will tell you all about it after."

Then Christopher walked in; he had stayed behind a minute to give the aurors further instructions. "Shhh…" he whispered to the two aurors following him. "We don't want to wake my wife; she's a right sight when… hello dear."

"Hello Christopher, I'll speak with you when I'm through with James," said Marilyn firmly as she led James toward the kitchen.

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"Prongs?" asked Sirius half-asleep as he blearily looked at his best mate in the darkness of his bedroom. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Uhh…" said James as he stopped rummaging through Sirius' trunk and looked at Sirius. "This is your trunk? Could have sworn this was my trunk…"

"Your trunk is in your room; my trunk is in my room, which is this room, which is not your room, I think," were the words which sprang from Sirius' mouth, the product of his tired and not fully functioning brain.

"So it is," said James. "I'll just be on my way then. See you in the morning!"

Sirius mumbled something and then happily laid back down in his bed and fell asleep. Once Sirius' breathing became shallow and even James resumed his search through Sirius' trunk, though this time he did so much more quietly. Finally James found what he was looking for, the mirror he and Sirius used to communicate with each other. James grabbed the mirror and slipped out of Sirius' room and crept back into his own room, skillfully avoiding the squeaky boards outside of the aurors' bedrooms.

"Lily Evans," said James clearly to the mirror as he sat on his bed. "Lily!" hissed James the image in the mirror was just of the red curtains around Lily's four poster bed.

Lily groaned and picked up the mirror that had been lying next to her.

"When you said later I thought you meant "tomorrow night" and not three-thirty in the morning!" said Lily angrily as she looked at her clock and saw what time it was.

"So you got my note then?" asked James with a smile. Unlike Lily, he hadn't been to bed yet and was filled with the adrenaline that came with sneaking around and not getting caught.

"Uh huh," said Lily as she yawned. "It was clever of you to slip the mirror and note into my pocket when we were saying good-bye."

"Thank you," said James with a grin.

Lily just yawned again. James smiled as he looked at her via the mirror. Her eyes were only half-open, and her hair was all mussed up, but she still looked very cute.

"Can we talk later, say tomorrow night?" asked Lily. "I only got to sleep two hours ago because I was up doing that essay for McGonagall."

"Sure," said James. "Keep the mirror with you and I'll call you around midnight."

"Okay," said Lily tiredly. "Good night."

"Good night Lily; I love you."

"Love you too."

James put the mirror into the drawer in his nightstand and slipped under the blankets on his bed. However, he couldn't fall asleep. The conversations he had had with his parents were still buzzing around his head and he couldn't relax. He had so desperately wanted to talk to Lily and hear her opinion, but he understood that he would have to wait until the following day. Eventually he nodded off, but his dreams were far from pleasant.

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At exactly midnight James pulled out his mirror and called Lily's name.

This time she picked up the mirror without hesitation. "Hey James," she said brightly.

"Hi," said James. He had had an awful day, but just seeing Lily's face made him forget all about it. "How was your day?"

"Ugh, you don't want to know," replied Lily.

"No I do! Tell me all about it," said James eagerly. "Please, it will make me forget about my day. I just want to feel like I'm back at Hogwarts again… with you."

"Alright," said Lily, melting at the sight of her boyfriend's pleading face. "After you left Marlene, Alice and I went back to the common room, but, even though it was so late, everyone was still awake and they wanted to know exactly what was going on with you guys. So of course, we turned right around and ran to our study. We stayed there for a couple of hours and did some research for the McGonagall essay, but all of our books were back in the tower, so none of us started the essay until after 12:30 when we decided it would be safe to go back to the common room. That's why I was so tired last night when you woke me up."

"Understandable," said James. "Please go on."

"Well, the three of us were going to sleep in because we have a free block first, but we were woken up by nearly every girl in the tower because they all wanted to know what had happened to you guys. There were some pretty funny rumors going around that they wanted us to explain."

"Like what?" asked James.

"Like… well someone started the rumor that the aurors were going to feed the four of you to the giant squid, and someone else said that you were all going to the Minister's house and he was going to personally beat you with a stick," said Lily laughing. "Many of them were concerned about the unsightly bruises the four of you would receive; none of them wanted your pretty faces marred."

James laughed. He thought it was funny that some girls were still holding a torch for him and the other Marauders. He was committed to Lily and Remus was still yearning for that exchange student Vicky even if he wouldn't admit it, and Sirius was with Marlene. Peter was available, but most of them had already dated him to try and get to his friends and he had wizened up after a while.

"So we told them all that the four of you had been shipped out to Peru to work in the fields harvesting potatoes," Lily told him with a huge grin.

James guffawed loudly at this news. "And what did they think of that?"

"I don't know; Marlene threw pillows at them until they left our dorm. So we all fell back asleep and were late to our next class."

"Which was Potions, so it was no problem for you to talk your way out of that one," said James knowingly.

"I just told Slughorn that I had been checking on one of the potions I was brewing for him for his fourth year class next week and Marlene and Alice had been waiting for me to go to class when there was a complication. They stayed with me to help and we ran to class as soon as everything was under control. Luckily I saved the potion," added Lily.

"Oh thank goodness," said James mockingly. "Merlin forbid that Slughorn should have to make one of his own potions."

"After that the day went by as well as could be expected. The Professors are all getting anxious about N.E.W.T.s and are doubling the homework amounts. Ugh… I don't even want to think about those awful tests. Tell me about your day; actually start with last night. What did your parents say?"

"Well, my mom and I had a lovely chat over tea and biscuits, and then my dad and I had a friendly debate about Quidditch," said James sarcastically.

"James," said Lily doubtfully.

James sighed and then began his story. "Well I convinced my mom to listen to the whole story instead of jumping to conclusions; she thought that I had been expelled. Once she heard the whole story she actually believed me, just like you did. That didn't stop her from giving me a very lengthy lecture though. She went on and on about having a good reputation and that if I didn't have a reputation as a prankster and Slytherin-hater then I wouldn't be in this situation. She also said how dare I endanger my future with such "shenanigans"…"

"Your mom said "shenanigans"?" interrupted Lily.

"Did you think I could come up with that on my own? Anyways, she basically summed it all up by telling me to grow up, especially since we were in the middle of a war, and to stop embarrassing the family with such childish nonsense. She also threw in a couple of guilt trips at the end; telling me that as the only Potter heir I had to uphold the family name and all that bs," finished James angrily.

Lily was silent for a moment as she took all of it in. "James," she said softly. "I wish I was there with you."

"Me too," whispered James. "I don't think that there has ever been a time in my life when I have wanted to kiss you this much."

Lily smiled softly and then attempted to soothe her troubled boyfriend as best she could when she was so far away. "We all have responsibilities. Some of us have heavier burdens than others; it is your burden to be the Potter heir. You do have to grow up. You can't just be goofing off all the time anymore because people are going to be watching you now. But you know what? I know you can do it because you have come so far already. You are twice the man you were this time last year. You will continue to make your parents proud James; I know it."

James smiled gently as Lily spoke her words of comfort. She was comforting him about his tough responsibilities when he knew that hers were so much heavier. He didn't know the full extent of her troubles because she rarely spoke of them, but he did know that her time to sort things out was rapidly drawing to an end.

"What about you Lily? I feel like such a spoiled, rotten brat when you talk that way about my burdens. Yours must be ten times worse, yet you aren't complaining about them like I am."

Lily brushed his question off by saying, "Don't you worry about me; you and the other Marauders are the ones that need attention now. Things aren't going so well here. The aurors are still asking questions and trying to figure out what really happened, but they don't see to be making much progress; no one knows what happened or who did it. But don't you worry, Alice, Marlene and I are listening and eventually someone is going to slip up."

"Well with you on the case how could we not win?"

Lily smiled faintly. "If we weren't in the middle of the war, if everyone wasn't already on edge and scared for their lives, this wouldn't be that big of a deal," said Lily bitterly. "I hate that you guys are being punished for this when you didn't do anything. I especially hate the fact that you aren't here. Patrols are so boring when I have to go by myself."

"I bet you cover a lot more ground though," said James with a grin as he recalled how frequently he and Lily stopped during their shifts.

"Well now that I don't have the map I have to look for trouble-makers the old-fashioned way."

"Luckily when the aurors searched our trunks they disregarded the map completely, didn't even test it or anything," said James. "It seems as if we have a bit of luck at last."

"So back to you, what did your dad say?" inquired Lily.

"He picked up where my mum left off, lecturing me about upholding the family name and all that. My favorite part was when he used his favorite line, 'James, you'll never become Head Auror with this kind of behavior.' I think I've heard that a million times in the last twelve years. I was supposed to start becoming an adult when I was six years old, can you believe that?"

Lily smiled sadly as she said, "I was seven when I was told that my little sister might die from cancer. When I was twelve my mother died, and it basically fell to me to run the house. Now try and tell me about growing up early."

"I can't even imagine that," said James as the years he spent being pampered flowed through his memory… house elves cleaning his room, washing his clothes, cooking his meals… getting everything he wanted for Christmas… spending weeks with his mother at their vacation home in Italy… getting V.I.P. seats at Quidditch games with his dad… While he was living the good life Lily was balancing her household budget, , cleaning, buying household supplies, getting her little sister to eat the vegetables which she had cooked, and trying to stop her older sister from going out and getting drunk at every opportunity.

Abruptly changing the subject Lily asked, "What is Remus going to do about the full moon? It's in only a couple of days."

"Hopefully we'll be home by then. My dad and I talked about it and we don't want to tell the aurors about it because that will definitely be another stroke against our case and we don't need that right now. If we're still stuck here then we will tell them so that Moony can be properly restrained. I just hope that it doesn't come to that," said James.

Dimly James heard the grandfather clock down the hallway strike one. Regretfully he said, "You had better get some sleep. You have classes tomorrow."

"What do you do all day?" asked Lily.

"My mum makes us do the work that McGonagall sent. Then when we finish that we do some extra preparation for our N.E.W.T.s. Then we get to have some fun and read some educational books from the library. And since my mum has nothing better to do because she can't leave the house, she watches us the whole time. We don't dare to even look at one another. She believes our story and is sympathetic to some point, but she is also trying to teach us a lesson by not letting us just relax and enjoy our suspension. She's also being tough so the aurors don't have any excuse to testify against us.

"My dad stays in his study most of the day, reviewing the transcripts of the student interrogations and talking to his team through the floo. He believes us too and is trying desperately to find some way to prove us innocent. Now you really should go to sleep," said James caringly.

"You and I both know that I have gone to bed much later than one on a regular basis," Lily pointed out.

"And we both know that that isn't healthy for you, so get some extra sleep while you can and try and make up the thousand hour sleep deficit you have," James rebutted.

"Alright," Lily conceded. "Goodnight, I love you."

Every single time he heard Lily say those three words James couldn't help but smile; this time was no exception. He grinned and replied, "I love you too; sleep well."

Lily smiled and then put the mirror on her nightstand, ending the conversation. As James put his mirror on his own nightstand he felt incredibly lonely. Not only that but he also felt empty, like some piece of him was missing. In the same minute that he realized that Lily held the missing piece, he became terrified. He was so madly and deeply in love with Lily he didn't know what he would do if he couldn't be near her. Being separated was driving him crazy and it had only been a couple of days.

James groaned and flopped around on his bed trying to get comfortable. Nothing worked. Unconsciously his mind brought forth memories of the way his body molded around Lily's… the feeling of her smooth legs intertwined with his… her intoxicating hair brushing against his throat… the shape of abdomen underneath his arm… memories vivid enough to drive anyone insane.

Quickly James sprang out of bed and began doing push-ups to try to forget about that night. As he pushed his arms up and down he expended the adrenaline that had surfaced with the memories and concentrated solely on the movement of his muscles. Under his breath he counted: one… two…twenty-seven… fifty-five… eighty-nine… He reached one hundred and still he couldn't get a certain red head out of his mind. He let himself sink to the ground, took a moment to catch his breath and then flipped over onto his back and began doing sit-ups: one… two… thirty-four… sixty… ninety-five… Again he reached one hundred and still he ached for her.

James spent the next hour doing every exercise he could think of with a frantic speed until finally he was so physically exhausted that he couldn't think straight. He let himself fall onto his bed and slip into a familiar uneasy sleep.

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"What are we going to do?" asked Rupert in a whisper.

Rupert's fellow Hufflepuff Danny shot him a glare and hissed, "Not here! Anyone could be listening!"

"No one's even close," said the third person at the secluded table in the library, another Hufflepuff first-year named Emma. "And besides, no one pays any attention to Hufflepuffs, especially not the first years."

"But what about the aurors?" asked Danny nervously.

"I told you no one is near us; I checked when I went to grab my book. The only auror in here is talking to Madame Pince about anyone checking out suspicious books or something like that," Emma informed them.

"So what are we going to do?" Rupert repeated.

"We don't squeal, that's what we do," said Danny.

"But they'll figure it out in the end and then we'll get in even more trouble," said Rupert. "My older brother said that there was a rumor going around in the Ravenclaw common room that they were testing the knives that were charmed and were going to trace the culprits that way."

"That's impossible," scoffed Emma.

"How do you know?" asked Rupert. "You may be a pure blood but you don't know any more than the rest of us."

"I think we should just keep playing dumb," said Danny, diffusing a potential fight. "The aurors don't think we could have possibly done it; they just keep asking if we know who did do it."

"When they figure it out we'll be in huge trouble; they might go easy on us if we just tell them now. We didn't know what we were doing. We should just tell them," said Rupert firmly.

"Maybe Rupert's right," said Emma with a defeated air as she dropped her tough façade. "They are trained aurors and it's likely we'll be figured out. No one really thinks the Marauders did it anyways."

"Speaking of them, my brother said that they might go to Azkaban for the rest of their lives for this!" said Rupert suddenly.

"Keep your voice down," Danny urged him. "Yeah, I don't like that part either. I guess we were pretty dumb to think that it was the Marauders under those hoods. Their voices and heights were all off."

"I'd have to say so," said Emma. "I think I've learned my lesson; never trust someone in a black hooded cloak."

"What are we going to say to the aurors? We don't even know who told us to do it! What if they don't believe our story?" asked Danny anxiously.

"They have to believe us," said Emma firmly. "They just have to."

"Let's tell Dumbledore instead; the aurors are scary," said Rupert.

"I think," began Danny slowly. "That we should just wait a while and see how things go. Maybe the aurors will figure out who really did it and we don't need to get involved at all. That way we won't get in trouble, because after all we really did do it but it wasn't our idea, but if we confess then we'll be the ones who get in trouble. The aurors will probably find out who told us to do it and then when those guys tell them it was us no one will believe them because we're just dumb Hufflepuff first-years."

"I like that plan," said Emma.

Uneasily Rupert agreed.

They all turned back to their essays until a shadow spread across their table. All three blanched at the thought of what the person could have just overheard.

"Hello," said the Head Girl in a friendly voice.

The first years were too scared to respond. Emma nudged Rupert until finally he murmured a greeting.

"I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not going to turn you in," said Lily calmly as she squatted down next to the table.

Slowly the three kids relaxed and finally looked over at Lily.

"We're not in trouble?" asked Emma in a small voice.

"No," said Lily soothingly.

"How much did you hear?" asked Rupert bravely.

"Well what I heard started with 'we did it' and finished with 'let's not tell anyone and just hope it all works out,'" said Lily unemotionally.

"We didn't mean to do it! Honest! We didn't know what that spell really did! Some older kids just came up to us one day here in the library and told us to meet them outside our common room at midnight on April first. They led us to the Great Hall and told us to do this spell. They told us it would make all of the knives wobbly for the Slytherins so that they would look silly. We thought it was the Marauders; we just wanted to be cool like them. We never thought that they would get in huge trouble for it. Are they really going to go to Azkaban?" asked Hannah very rapidly.

Lily smiled gently as the very remorseful and worried eleven year olds. "I'm going to let you in on a secret; the Marauders could go to Azkaban if no one else confesses. We're in the middle of a war right now and people are very scared. Everyone is especially scared of things that are a mystery, so they will do anything to solve the mystery, even if it means blaming the wrong people. So if no one else can be blamed then my friends will go to jail for a very long time."

"If we tell the aurors what we know will we go to Azkaban?" asked Rupert with tears in his eyes.

"Of course not," said Lily reassuringly. She could have laughed at the somber expression on the small children's faces if the situation was not so grave. "You didn't know any better. The aurors and teachers will understand. You're only first years, you're expected to make mistakes."

Eyeing the badge on Lily's robes Hannah said in a shaky voice, "I bet you didn't do anything dumb like this when you were a first year."

Lily laughed. "When I was a first year a boy named James Potter tricked me into making all of my hair disappear in front of my whole common room. I'd have to say that that is much stupider than what you three did."

Then Lily stood up and grabbed her book. "While not trusting people in cloaks is a very good lesson," at this Hannah blushed. "Another lesson would be to not discuss something you want kept secret in the library. You may think no one is around, but you never know who is in the Restricted Section on the other side of this bookcase."

"Are you going to turn us in?" Danny called after Lily.

Lily turned and said, "Of course not. The decision is yours; I only ask you to please be brave and do the right thing."

"How do we know what the right thing is?" asked Rupert.

"Generally you can tell what is the right thing because it's the hard thing."

"But we're not Gryffindors; we aren't brave," said Hannah.

"Even though I'm not a Hufflepuff I'm loyal to my friends, and I'm not a Ravenclaw but I'm still very intelligent, and I'm not a Slytherin but I'm still ambitious. So, you are brave even though your uniforms have yellow crests," said Lily.

The three young students didn't look convinced so Lily continued, "But if it helps I can make you honorary Gryffindors for the day."

Wide-eyed Danny said, "You can do that?"

"Sure, part of the perks of my job," she said with a smile. Then she conjured up three badges with Gryffindor crests and handed them to the kids. "There, now you're brave."

"Thanks," said Danny who was awestruck.

"You're welcome. Now if I were to tell an auror some very important information I would go speak to Professor McGonagall and arrange for a informal meeting with one. I think that it would be much easier to speak with a stranger if I had someone that I knew with me, someone like Professor McGonagall, or maybe Professor Flitwick. Have a nice day!" Lily finished and then walked away.

She was so happy she could have skipped, but aware of retaining her reputation as an authority figure she kept her cool and just walked over to Madam Pince's desk.

"I'd like to borrow this please," said Lily politely.

"Of course dear," said Madam Pince. Madam Pince didn't like very many students, but she did like Lily Evans. Lily always returned her books on time and in perfect condition. She also never left her table messy and was very quiet while in the library. She also had a free pass to go into the Restricted Section from Professor Dumbledore, so she trusted Lily even more and didn't even bat an eyelash when Lily took out books like Delving into the Dark Arts.

However, the auror that had been chatting with Madam Pince didn't know of Lily's fabulous reputation, but had heard of her name. So we he saw her write her name on the book slip, he became very curious.

"And what would you be doing with a book like that missy?" asked Auror Fernandes.

"Research of course," answered Madam Pince before Lily could even open her mouth. "Miss Evans regularly takes out such books, and she always returns them in mint condition."

"Regularly huh," mused the auror. "It's very convenient that I ran into you Miss Evans; we've been wanting to talk to you."

"Is it possible that an interview could wait? I have a paper I really must start this afternoon."

"No I think we had better go right away," said Fernandes firmly as he gestured towards the door.

Lily gave a weak smile to Madam Pince, picked up her book and walked out the door with her head held high.

Silently Fernandes led Lily to the classroom where the aurors had set up their base of operations. Unfortunately for Lily only aurors Jinner and Harris were in the room having switched off with Jockham and Timbeault so they could report what they had learned while being posted in the common rooms.

"And who is this?" asked Harris as he looked up from his report.

"Lily Evans," said Fernandes gruffly. "She was checking this out of the library," he added as he grabbed the book out of her hands and tossed it to Harris.

"Interesting choice for a bedtime story," commented Harris as he flipped through the pages.

"It's for research," said Lily bravely. "For the record I'm not a Death Eater and I don't practice the dark arts."

"But you do check out books about the dark arts on a regular basis," said Fernandes as he set a quill to record the conversation.

"Like I said, for research."

"Research for what?" asked Harris.

"I am working on an independent study project. Professor Dumbledore is mentoring me, so if you would like more information or to validate my story you may see him," Lily informed the aurors curtly.

"I'm sure that as a seventh year and Head Girl you have more than enough work to keep you occupied, why add to that pile?" questioned Jinner suspiciously.

Without hesitation Lily answered saying, "Professor Dumbledore proposed the project to me. He thought that such an accomplishment would be a great thing for me to put on my resume."

"I see," said Harris as he made a mental note to verify her story later. "Now I would like to know a bit more about your relationship with James Potter."

"He's my boyfriend," said Lily slowly.

"For how long?" asked Jinner.

"Since umm… November, so going on five months now," replied Lily.

"And would you say that it's a serious relationship?" inquired Harris.

"I fail to see how any of this is pertinent," stated Lily.

"Just answer the question," ordered Fernandes sharply.

"Yeah I suppose it's serious; we don't date other people. And if you were wondering we kiss about seventeen times a day, usually 42% of that amount involves tongue, and no I haven't had sex with him," said Lily testily.

"No need to get angry Miss Evans," said Harris.

"Or defensive," added Jinner with a sly grin.

"I'm not being defensive; I just don't like people poking around in my private life, especially when it's none of their business," said Lily, sounding very much like a small child.

"I'm going to cut straight to the point then," said Harris. "I believe that James Potter and his cronies did charm those knives to hurt the Slytherins because I have heard stories of what they have done from my son who graduated last year and I know what Christopher Potter did back when he was in school. And if they didn't do it they were certainly capable of doing it and deserve to be punished for all of the other acts they have committed over the years. The only missing piece of the puzzle is who thought up the spell and performed it for them. We checked their wands and none of them had performed the spell we discovered on the knives. Unfortunately we can only test wands if it is deemed absolutely necessary, so we can't test the whole school. But I am deeming it necessary to test your wand Miss Evans because it is appearing that you could be just the missing piece, extremely intelligent, well versed in the dark arts, close to the perpetrators… it all fits, now we just need the evidence."

"It's too bad that you won't find it," said Lily. "But here's my wand anyways, knock yourselves out."

Harris was a little confused by Lily's cavalier attitude, but he accepted her wand certain that he was right; he just had to be. This was the one and only opportunity he had to get Christopher off of the force and jettison himself into the Captain position.

"She's clean," muttered Harris with disappointment as he returned the wand.

"Thank you," said Lily as she took her wand back. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No," said Fernandes as he dismissed her. "Thank you for your time and we apologize for the inconvenience. Good luck on your project."

"Thank you," said Lily cordially, pretending to be mollified by the pleasantry she knew was designed to keep her from reporting their inaccurate hypothesis. "Have a wonderful day."

"You too," said Jinner with forced geniality.

After leaving the room Lily looked up and down the corridor and after seeing that it was deserted she skipped all the way to the study she and James shared. Now all that was left to do was wait for James to come running back to her. She couldn't wait.

A/N. So I'm wondering if anyone actually reads this story. I have refrained from putting notes at the end of every chapter, but I have finally gotten fed up with the lack of reviews I am getting. Getting only seven reviews for a chapter is not exactly motivation to write and post the next one. Anyways I'm giving all five of you readers a chance to redeem yourselves. As soon as I get fifteen reviews (which will be an all-time high for this story) I will post the next chapter, even if it is tomorrow. The next chapter is almost finished, but it could easily sit in my hard drive unfinished for the next couple of months while I wait for the necessary number of reviews. Seriously people it's not that hard! I wrote 14 word pages for you guys the least you can do is write 14 words in response to tell me if you liked it or not. I'll even give you a couple of questions to respond to in case you don't know what to write:

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