DIsclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. If I did, I would not be wasting my time on . Just sayin'.

A/N: And by the way, the whole story so far is a flashback. Because notice how at the beginning, Snape mentions James being Lily's husband... and obviously the story takes place before they got married.

"Lily. Lily, wake up." Severus tapped Lily's shoulder and she shuffled.

"Hmm?" she mumbled.

"It's ten o'clock. Time to get up." He said. Lily smiled at his orders.

"Come on, Severus. Ten isn't late. Go back to sleep."

Severus sighed deeply. He usually got up around nine or ten. "Okay." He climbed back into bed and laid down next to her. Lily smiled, knowing she had gotten her way. Her eyes fluttered shut and she soon found herself drifting off... Lily's dreams were a blur that morning. James wove in and out of each dream, holding hands with a strange woman she had never seen. What she didn't know is that two weeks later, she would find out who that woman really was.

"James, I know you like to sleep till dinnertime, but you have to get up now! It's two o'clock!" Sarilee laughed, smacking James playfully with a fluffy white pillow.

"Okay, okay! I'm up!" James sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Sarilee was in the bathroom fixing her long hair, and James watched her, amused. He felt bad for being with Sarilee right now, but quickly shook the thought off; 'she's probably with Snivellus,' thought James.

"James! C'mere! I need your help with something!" Sarilee mock-pouted, stamping her foot. James quickly hurried over to her, as he did whenever she needed something. James basically spoiled Sarilee; she got everything she wanted when she wanted it. Sarilee didn't know any better: she had grown up in a wealthy, pureblood family with no siblings, so getting her way was natural for Sarilee.

"What do you need, Sari?" asked James, leaning against the wall. Sarilee looked up at him. She was rather short, shorter than Lily. Sarilee tucked her long hair behind her ears and held up two bottles of makeup.

"So, which looks better on me? Pink," she held out the pink bottle. "Or purple?" she handed him the purple bottle. James took the bottles gingerly.

"Er... What're these supposed to be, exactly?" James eyed the bottles carefully.

"It's eyeshadow, silly!" She pointed to the purple bottle. "I think that one compliments my eyes better."

James watched her carefully. "You don't need makeup." he said slowly. "You're beautiful as you are."

"Oh, how sweet!" Sarilee grabbed his face and kissed both of his cheeks. Sarilee was French, and that was her natural way of thanking people. "I love you, James."

"I love you, too!" He said automatically. Sarilee and James both knew their feelings for each other were true love. She grabbed the makeup bottles out of his hands, setting the pink one on the white marble countertop of carefully applying the purple eyeshadow, with her face very close to the mirror.

"Do you really think Muggle makeup is necessary?" asked James, walking over to her.

"This isn't Muggle makeup, James-y! This is Witch makeup. Completely different. It stays on longer and it charms males." Sarilee snorted. James felt a pang of jealousy when she said 'attracts males.' "I can't believe you think I'd use a product created by filthy Muggles!"

James gasped slightly, but tried to play it off by coughing. "Is there a problem, James?" Sarilee knit her eyebrows together and pursed her red lips.

"Of course not, no." James said quickly. "Good." Sarilee dropped the eyeshadow in her purple plaid makeup bag and it magically sealed itself shut. She fluttered her eyelashes and wiped some black mascara off her eye. James was a bit shocked, but he knew that Sarilee cared about her blood-type. Sarilee was very... hard to describe. She definitely cared about blood-types, she was French, a bit stuck-up, pretty, stubborn, she was Sarilee Heron soon-to-be-Potter, and she loved him with all her heart. Sometimes Sarilee could be a bit bratty, yes, but she was the most beautiful, amazing woman James had ever met in his life. So why did he feel so bad when he was with her? Why did he get a horrible sinking feeling in his chest when Sarilee snuggled close to him? Why did he imagine what would happen if Lily found out? The only explanation he could think of was that he was in love with Lily, too. Obviously he loved Sarilee much more, but Lily was special to him. He had spent all his school years chasing after her, showing off in front of her, waiting for her to finally say yes. And when she did, he dropped her. Just like that. Dropped her for another woman. Now, Severus, James, and Lily had just graduated from Hogwarts. They were between the ages of nineteen and twenty. Sarilee had just graduated from Beauxbatons. She was eighteen years old. Sometimes Sarilee could be a bit immature. But James loved her nonetheless.

Severus leaned back in his armchair, staring at the book he was holding. Although his attention was more focused on Lily than on the book. Lily approached him and sat down. She looked nervous.

"Sev?" she asked tentatively.

"Hmmm?" he mumbled.

"Sev, I have something to tell you. Something... important." she whispered. Severus looked up from his book at her. He was worried, she could tell. He got up and walked over to her.

"Lily, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Lily smiled half-heartedly.

"Sevvie," she started. Severus cringed. He hated when anyone called him 'Sevvie.' But what Lily was about to say was sure to make him forget about any kind of nickname trouble.

"Sevvie, I think I'm pregnant." she whispered, terrified. Severus froze. Had he heard her correctly?

"What do you mean...?" he asked, completely shocked.

"I know what you're thinking, Sev. You're not losing your hearing. You heard that correctly. I'm pregnant." Lily said slowly, measuring every word.

"Hm.. Let me guess. It's Potter's...?" he asked gingerly.

"No." Lily shook her head and Severus' heart almost jumped out of his chest. "It's yours. And mine."

"Er, Lily, could I have a moment?" asked Severus. Lily's shoulders slumped; he was clearly upset.

"Of course." Lily whispered, on the verge of tears. Severus walked into his bedroom and put his hands over his face. So many things were running through his mind. What about Potter? What if the Dark Lord decided to use Legilimency on him, and then read his mind? The Dark Lord was sure to punish him severely; Muggle-born marriage or association with Muggles was a huge deal in the Wizarding World. Well, for some people it was. Severus honestly didn't give a damn about blood-types or any Muggle discrimination. But to his inner-circle- the Death Eaters- it was the biggest deal. Bellatrix would go crazy. Lucius, also. He would be punished. That is, if the Dark Lord found out. Now, Severus was very skilled at Occlumency, so maybe...

"Severus?" Lily leaned against the wall. Her voice was shaky with tears. Severus turned towards her, and his heart splintered. She looked horrified. And scared. Severus knew she was just as worried about this as he was. He leaned his head against her shoulder affectionately and gently kissed her forehead.

"We'll get through this. I promise." He kissed the top of her head and put his hands on her shoulders, moving his lips to hers.

But Severus didn't know if he could keep that promise.

A/N: What did you think? Sorry, I know it's short. But I have homework and all that crap, so I had to cut it off. The next chapter will basically be part-two of this one! :D