Lily could of said she was pregnant with Severus Snape's grease ball children, and yet the response would have still been the same—James wanted nothing more than to press sloppy kisses all over her face, mumbling about how she was going to be okay after every one.
A more stern voice rang out in the perfects bathroom, "James Potter, why are we here?"
"Lily, what are you—"
Lily looked back at the no longer steaming bathwater, and a conclusion was shown on her face, "Where you trying to…"
"Lily, are you alright?"
Maybe things weren't back to normal after all.
"Alight? James Potter, did you drag me down here to try and convince me to take a bath with you?"
On impulse, James took a step back, feeling as if he entered a hostile territory, "Bloody hell, Lily, I was helping you!"
Not backing down Lily took a step towards James, "Helping me? After bluntly ignoring me all year—you try and talk me into—"
"COOL IT EVENS!" James threw his hands up to emphasize the fact, and to show that he surrenders from this pointless argument.
James ran his hands in a frustrating pattern through his hair—this conversation was going in circles, and James had no idea what had happened in the past minute to get them here.
The face on Lily grew twisted by the second, and with each echoing step of her feet, she charged toward James.
Finally, blowing the hair from her face, she poked her finger into his chest, "What's going on Potter?"
The whole demeanor in the room changed as James looked into the eyes of a girl that was about to cry.
Something deep down in Lily was boiling up for all the wrong reasons. Lily was small—she wasn't a real threat physically, but mentally, she could mess James up with just a few words; this made James feel tiny, venerable, and completely pissed off.
Yet, as Lily's eyes started to water up, all he wanted to do was scream in frustration.
"Lily, I didn't bring you here because I wanted to shag you in the bathtub—you nutter—what was the last thing you remember exactly?" James tried a calm approach—if two people scream, no ones going to hear each other.
Lily was about to yell again, then she paused, her eyebrows scrunched together painfully before looking back up at him, "I…"
Tears ran down Lily's face as she pressed the palms of her hands to the sides of her head, like trying to squeeze a memory out from it, but everything was leavening her bit by bit, and that's when it hit James.
"You don't remember, do you?"
Lily blinked back tears as she slowly shook her head, hands falling to her sides, "What happened to me?"
James sucked in a low breath; finally, progress.
"I found you wondering the halls by yourself late at night… you were shivering."
Lily stared back at James with dismay and tear-stained cheeks, "That… that doesn't make any sense." She couldn't remember anything that happened—all the times James had looked into her eyes and saw nothing was actually true.
Her mind was out of service while her body was moving about. The speculations that dawned on James earlier started to seem highly plausible.
A soft whimper bubbled out of Lily's lips—it was soft, barely audible, and it made James' bones clatter. It was a noise that will forever haunt him.
"Lily…" James called out in a worried tone; he put his hand out to try and comfort her, but for better judgment let it fall back to his side.
She was misplaced in all of this and was looking at James for the answers; James wanted nothing more than to give them to her.
"Try and think back to the last thing you remember Lily," the voice that left James' mouth was calm and gentle—it sounded foreign on his palate compared to how he was actually feeling, but the way it made Lily's shoulders slouch a bit, and the breath that she suppressed escape—he never felt more proud of himself before.
"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."
Lily's tongue ran laps over her bottom lip as she stood in deep thought. It almost looked painful the way her brows were scrunched together.
James didn't dare disturb her, mostly because he was too focused on the fact that Lily had calmly rested her hands on top of his own—her pale freckled thumbs curling under his palms.
This must have been out of impulse—Lily didn't even seem to know what she did, but after time, James felt her squeeze his hands, and the whenever she did, James would squeeze back.
It was a poor way of comfort, but it was the only thing James could do. This little thing, out of all the chaos that was happening, felt right, and for awhile while the red headed girl battled with her inner demons, James and Lily squeezed each others hands in non verbal responses.
"I… was at the library copying Severus' notes from class that I missed," Lily's voice startled the both of them like a loud crash that wakes you up violently in the middle of the night.
Like always, out of anger and jealousy, James jumped to conclusions, "Lily, Snape must have done something! After what he called you fifth year—you'd know better than to try and talk to him—I'm going to knock that Slytherin door down and drag him out from his bed!"
The last time James had spoken to Severus Snape was at the end of fifth year, to offer a shake of the hand, and James' word that they should leave their immature past behind them and move on with their lives.
But this was Lily—this was completely different.
"Severus didn't do anything!" Lily snapped, "I use to study with Remus, but he always ignores me now—since you told him not to talk to me!"
"I never told him not to talk to you—" James paused, then his eyebrows shot up to his forehead, "Wait, are you saying this is my fault?"
Lily became red in the face again, "I'm saying it's your fault that Remus doesn't talk to me anymore—you don't talk to me anymore neither!"
James rubs his temples; he didn't want to get on this subject right now, "Listen, you wouldn't understand—"
"If it has something to do with me then I deserve to know!"
Desperation dripped on James' tone when he spoke, "Lily, we have bigger things we're dealing with right now, okay? I'm talking to you right now, right? So please, do you remember anything else after copying Snape's notes?"
James and Lily kept on going in circles; next she'd want to know why he stole her book-bag third year.
The uprising argument that was about to explode simmered down at this question— Lily and James may have bottled up emotions from the past, but they couldn't let hurt feelings suffocate the problem at hand.
Again, Lily's eyebrows furrowed together, "Well, we stayed at the Library pretty late studying—Irma Pince doesn't care how late Severus and I stay—we finished around late evening… On the way back to the common room, I noticed I still had Severus' notes, so I thought I could catch back up with him…"
Lily's mouth was slightly agape, words traveling slowly like reading a script out loud for the first time.
Her eyes were focused on a spot on the other side of the room like she was watching a projection of her actions that evening, commentating it along the way, but the projection froze, and there she sat, staring—waiting for it to continue so she could finish.
Then finally, the projection started working again, but this time it flickered with sunspots and static—with voices that appeared to be far away, that popped and crackled.
It all slowly came crashing down on Lily like a forceful wave of water.
Lily's eyes glossed over, and she began shaking—barely, but noticeable enough for James.
The room started to sway back and forth, and Lily suddenly felt that she was about to hurl, "I—I—I need to sit down James—please."
James was at Lily's side in an instant—with a hand guiding her to the cement steps of the bathroom's entrance, lowering her down gently to the cool floor, her back resting against the next step above her.
Lily was almost there, she was starting to remember—she just needs someone to help guide her though it.
With the way she started to shake, James assumed she opened the door of her mind that was locked tight of what had happened.
A few deep breaths in and out the nose, and Lily was back staring at the spot in the room, like when a kid has to give an oral report in class and is too nervous to look at anyone, so they chose a spot in the back to lock their eyes onto.
Lily regained her control, and fought back the angry tears that stung at the corners of her eyes; she was so frustrated, so tired, and so downright terrified at what her mind had just witnessed.
Dull senses from before were now reacting to this realistic dream and turning it into a terrible reality. With every blink it dawned on Lily that this is what had actually happened.
"Regulus Black." The words shot out of Lily's lips with no thought.
It was numbingly silent.
James' lips collapsed into a thin line on his mouth.
No matter how much James wanted to jump up and prey Lily open for an explanation—he bit his tongue, pressing his fists into the cool title underneath him. He couldn't let himself drive Lily back into her defensive corner.
After a few elongated seconds, Lily continued.
"On the way to give Severus back his notes, I ran by a classroom, and I heard some voices," Lily swallowed hard, "It was past curfew, so I was going to give them a warning to be off to their common rooms…"
Leaning over, Lilly pressed her palms on her eye sockets.
"The door was slightly open, and when I looked through, I saw a group of five Slytherins'. I had potions class with two of them…I think Severus called them Avery and Mulciber; one was a girl, Alecto Carrow, she's picked on me since first year; the last one I've seen somewhere before, but have no idea what his name is.
"And Regulus Black?" James finally spoke—the air felt thin when he breathed—he was scared; he knew who these kinds of people were.
Lily nodded, "I was going to knock on the door before peering my head all the way in, but then—"
Lily paused, and slowly shook her head—her palms still pressed firmly against her eyes. James found himself laying a hand on Lily's back to try and sooth her, though he doubted it'd do much.
"I saw it right on his bloody forearm—with a proud, discussing smile on his face like he had a trophy and was putting it on display for everyone to see."
Lily's voice turned sour. The words in her mouth tasted vile, so she started spitting them out, "He was waving it in front of Regulus Black's face—laughing—he was so damn happy… and the others…"
She finally lifted her head, looking at James fully in the eyes; there was no more confusion or fear—only anger and disgust, "The others were smiling too. Looking at him with smug approving gins—even bits jealously—and—and," she pressed her fingernails into her palms to try and calm herself, "I know I should of left and went to Dumbledore, but I wasn't thinking properly, so instead, I opened the door all the way—"
"Lily!" James almost shouted, like he was yelling at her to lift her hand off the doorknob.
These were the people he needed to protect her from, where was he?
The redhead flinched a bit at the sudden outburst.
James closed his eyes tightly before grabbing onto both of Lily's hands—no hesitation or question; he didn't care anymore.
"You're safe now," James leaned his face close to Lily's, to make sure he wasn't missing anything, "You're okay?"
Lily took a moment to answer back—she simply stared at him. The way his hair was tossed over his eyes, his glasses resting at the edge of his nose—his eyebrows kitted together in worry—this boy had gone through so much this year, yet she never seen James quite like this, and it was because of her.
Finally, Lily nodded her head, letting her hands fall from James', "…That's all I remember. Thinking too hard on it makes my head feel like it's about to implode," she thumbed deeply at her temples, "They must of tried to Obiviate my memory."
"Bastards… wizards and witches Obliviating one another is one of the most frowned upon things in the wizarding world," Lily added with a hiss from the bitter headache that started to form in the center of her forehead.
"You have to remember who we're dealing with…—do you think the door could have been charmed to wipe recent memories from whoever tried to open it?" James wished this could have appalled him as well, but sadly, he wasn't shocked at all by a group of "soon to be death eaters" using something as dangerous as the memory charm on an innocent bystander.
After all, these were the ones that were going to try and kill people like Lily and himself one day.
"Seems the most likely I suppose… whoever did it was stupid enough to try and use a memory charm on an object besides an Anti-intruder jinx—that's why it must of worked so poorly on me… though, I have no memory of anything after that moment, or leading up till now—we're not even suppose to know how to cast Oblibiate. What other spells do they know?"
The forgotten moments could have been minutes or hours; or worse, could have tampered with memories from the past that she'll never even know have been taken away from her.
Did Lily end up just walking away in a blinding white light, or did something else happen?
How come when James found her, she was so cold?
"Hey Lily, do you happen to remember anything about being cold or wet—a river or lake perhaps?"
Lily gave him a strange look before letting the question lull around in her head for a few moments.
Puffing her cheeks out, Lily sighed, "No… not at all, why?"
"You looked like you emerged from the great lake when I found you; your skin was clammy, lips blue, and you dragged your feet like blocks of ice—that's the whole reason I brought you here actually, to try and warm you up."
An uncomfortable silence rifled between the two. Lily looked like she wanted to say many things, but kept closing her lips before actually saying anything.
Tears built up again in her eyes before quickly blinking them away.
"So be it," Lily let out a shaky breath, "I'll probably loose sleep over this for the rest of my life—my mind was gone, but my feet never left me—I just have to leave it at that… for now at least. I'll go mad if I tried to backtrack everything that happened in those moments—like a never ending scavenger hunt that's written in a different language."
Lily was trying to talk herself off the cliff that she was looming over, "All that matters is that I'm safe and unhurt, right?"
No. "Right."
Lily hugged herself closely; she felt so vulnerable and tampered with. All she wished for was her arms to swallow her whole, to drown into her Gryffindor jumper.
James watched Lily. Her eyes on standby; thinking of things he wished he knew, but to be in Lily's mind right now was not something, for once in his life, he wished to be at this moment.
Lily must have been groggy and drained, wanting nothing more than to pass out onto a pillow, letting the moons light consume her—if she could actually sleep after all this, but he still needed to know one thing that's been chewing at his brain since all this unraveled.
"What made you open that door? Why'd you do it—I'm not blaming you—I just want to know what was going through your mind..."
Lily looked at him as if the answer to his question was obvious, "The reason why I went in was because of Regulus. James, you should of seen his face among the others… he was smiling at them, but when he looked down at Averys' arm—he was scared, unsure—he still had a chance to be saved from that world and so—"
"You went in there thinking you could save the day? Lily, do you know how stupid that sounds? Regulus picked his path along time ago," James responded, his voice rising a bit.
"Would you really do that to Sirius?" Lily cut him off, "You're his best friend! Don't you tell me you would of walked away from his brother..."
James flinched at her words.
No, of course he wouldn't of.
"Lily, you're not me, you barely even know Sirius—I think this is the first time you're even calling him by his first name."
"So?" Lily swallowed the lump in her throat, "So you're telling me, because Sirius and I aren't skipping arm and arm together to class that I shouldn't try and save his little brothers life?"
Lily tried to hide the ugly grimace that appeared on her face by shaking her head, her hair tousling around her face, "That's bullshit James and you know that it is too. I want to help—I want to make a difference—I want to fight back. I couldn't live with myself if I left that room; I'd lay awake every night asking myself if I could of helped him; I'd see Sirius' face everyday knowing he'd kill to have been in my place that night—to try and save his little brother—and eventually when Regulus got killed, I'd feel like I killed him myself."
James was speechless—where was this entire thing coming from?
Lily was speaking the words he'd tell himself everyday.
The same words the Marauders talked about late at night.
The words he lost when his parents died. The words he forgot how to say.
Lily could have had her whole world ripped out from underneath her, and still, if someone tried to challenge her, she'd fight back with fire in her eyes.
Just like when James tried to defy her reasoning of helping Regulus Black.
She never gave up; Lily was a fighter till they very end.
James' hands started to slowly shake with passion again—for the cause of good versus evil.
The fight his mom and dad had died for.
Lily was like a commander, saying a speech before battle that strikes hope into her comrade's hearts.
Lily Evens is a warrior.
This was the little redheaded girl that used to scream in James' face when he'd ask her to marry him. Lily isn't that girl anymore; she's a woman, a strong beautiful witch with eyes that burn with passion.
"Your parents were so brave James," Lily's voice sounded wounded like trying to force words out of your mouth after a long run.
James avoided her eyes, "I know."
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that by yourself—I—I wanted so badly to do something—to hold your hand, but I wasn't there for you… I was a stupid girl fed up with you ignoring me—I thought I really lost the best person I ever met… I thought I was being given another chance with Regulus; to be able to do something right. I couldn't let what happened to your mom and dad happen to anyone again, nonetheless at the hands of Sirius' brother."
Lily let out a small bitter laugh like she couldn't believe what she was about to say, "I care too much for your stupid group—with your stupid nicknames—your bloody fucking good hearts and genuine kindness. Shit James…I—I use to hate you guys so much, and I don't even remember when that hate turned into respect—we've all been through so much—you especially."
Lily was rambling. The monologue that was building up in her head these past few months was flowing out of her lips, and she couldn't stop.
This was the second time tonight that James felt like his was going to cry.
So many emotions were smacking against his skull at once—it was difficult to muster up words, "Lily… you know you can't save everyone by yourself, you're one person."
It may not of been the best thing to say, but at the moment, James couldn't say the other sentences that sat at the pit of his stomach.
"Then help me James Potter." Lily's eyes were intense—a metallic green that could make a serpent coil.
"I love you."
Where those three words came from, James had no idea; they appeared at the tip of his tongue without warning, and before he could comprehend what he was feeling, they escaped out of his mouth and into the void.
Sure, he said it before to Lily in the past, but he was only repeating what he heard in movies and music.
This was personal. These words sounded different—like actual feelings that were transcribed into words from his very being.
James wished he could have grabbed those words from the air and shoved them back down into the deepest corners of himself—where they simmered and grew over time.
Lily must of noticed the difference in these words as well, because she looked at James in a mess of different emotions sprawled across her face: anger, confusion, shock, relief, hilarity, and exuberance.
Deep down, James knew this couldn't have been completely one sided; things like this don't blossom over time without something to help make it grow.
"You don't have to say anything Lily. It wasn't said so you could say something back—I didn't even mean to say it… it just… happened."
"It feels different from before," Lily spoke aloud, trying to understand it as well, "Like… I've never heard you say that before, yet I have, a lot, but… what's happening between us?"
James gave a simple shrug of his shoulders—he didn't have an answer for her, he didn't even have an answer for himself, "I don't know what these feelings are lily; they're bigger than myself—than both of us—I can't even begin to try and understand them, but they're real, and they're there. When it turned from a stupid boy crush to this, I have absolutely no idea."
Is there a certain rule on how long it takes for someone to fall in love? You could judge it from this moment; only a matter of seconds, or on the day James first met Lily, six years ago, when he still ran out of the room when his parents kissed one another.
A looming mist that you knew was always there, but only now finally being able to see what exactly was on the other side after all this time.
Was this whole predicament the key that finally opened the door that had been shut deep down inside of him for so long?
The thought of actually loosening Lily—having her be so close to danger, to finally realize that Lily was only human, and she could be gone at any moment.
"But I mean it, I really do love you. I never knew what that meant up until now, but I have no doubt in my mind that I do."
Like when James wakes up in the morning to his blurry dorm room; when everything is a mess of outlines and shapes, then he put's his glasses on, and it's all clear as day. It all makes scene.
Scoffing, Lily's cheeks turned a beautiful crimson red, but she wore a brilliant bold smile that grew at his words, "This is complete and utter madness…" she chuckled weakly, despite how steep her stomach felt—despite only wanting to cry.
"This past year we all watched you grow from a brat punk, into a kind hearted guy that only wanted to help make people happy—that was around the time when you started ignoring me as well, I don't blame you—I was cruel to you at times. I'd hate me too."
"I never hated you, hell, Lily, I could never hate you," James' words were spoken from a smug smile—awed by her ridiculous false accusation and gracious words.
"Please, let me finish—I need to say this," Lily held up a hand, clearly not wanting James' response, "I'm saying this for me, I'm not looking for your reinsurance."
"But…" Lily smiled gently at him, the air around her suddenly becoming less intense, "Thank you anyway."
She continued.
"I always thought that when you finally grew out of your childish faze, you grew out of your dumb crush on me as well… I was… mad… mad about how I grew dependent on seeing you everyday—how I wished you'd follow me down the halls again, annoying me till I swung my book bag at your face. It scared me when I'd think back to your ridiculous flirtatious advances—it made my face turn bright read, and my palms start to sweat."
Lily was mincing exactly what she was saying; her face glowed like a splotchy sunset while she slowly massaged her fidgeting hands together, pulling all the nervous tension out from her fingertips.
"You said those things so simply; out loud in the halls like a game—humans shouldn't be able to express their feelings so easily. But seeing you now, seeing how much pain you're in—how vulnerable you look—for some messed up reason, it makes me happy—because this time, it actually feels real—this time instead of yelling at you, all I want to do is cry."
James stared blindly into the abyss that was Lily's pint up confession; honestly, he didn't know what to say—this was something he had always wanted, and in those wishful daydreams, he'd scoop her up in his arms while everyone in Hogwarts cheered behind them.
"I—I feel this too James, and I don't want to stray from it. I want to see what this grows into—was it always there, and we were both just too young and naive to sense it—our childish bickering only masking how we actually felt?" Lily properly laughed out loud this time, "I'm such an idiot. How did we get from my mind being Obliviated to us confessing how we feel about one another?"
James loosely agreed with a breathy chuckle and shrug of his shoulders, "I don't regret it."
Breathy chuckles were one of James' notable doings that made Lily want to bite her lip in frustration; the effortless smug smirk and twinkle in his eyes.
"Neither do I."
James' heart was beating so loudly in his ears that it was hard to even hear what Lily had just said. In hindsight, James should have been giggling like a schoolgirl, but in truth, for the first time, he felt shy around her.
Part of him wanted to lock himself up in a room, so he could properly register in his mind all the things that have just been said. The other part wanted to hold Lily in his arms till she finally got a decent nights rest—allowing his body to grow numb and stiff from lack of movement.
Words were not registering, before, they were slipping out of his mouth without a logical thought whatsoever, but now, James was wishing he had queue cards written down for exactly what to say when the girl you've been infatuated with your whole life tells you she cares about you.
"I always knew you were in love with me."
Smooth.
James Smooth-As-Hell Potter.
It flew out of his mouth in a cool flirtatious air that instantly distilled into regret written on his face.
Lily's cheeks now matched her hair, her smile quivering a bit, "Don't push it Potter."
The freshly laid down awkwardness normally felt between two teenagers started to become buried, and soon afterwards, was replaced with small conversations the two had been meaning to talk about for awhile; stories and questions that ended with effortless chuckles or surprised gasps;
"Really? So that was why you came to class in Huffelpuff robes and pink hair—Black—I mean Sirius, is a riot."
"Lily, you can't sit here and tell me that you didn't sass Professor Slughorn into Oblivion. You proved him wrong, and when he told you to teach the class, you did so to the point that even Peter wasn't blowing up smoke from his caldron—we were all still laughing about it at breakfast the next morning."
How easy it was to talk amongst one another, like nothing had ever happened.
Picking up an old book again, pulling back the creased dog-ear fold at the corner, and resuming right where you left off.
"So we'll go to see Dumbledore tomorrow?" James suddenly asked—the two submerged in a comfortable silence, "He needs to know. This isn't something to be silent about—you'll help feature students by speaking up and being brave—this—none of this is okay."
"I know." Lily agreed simply, "I'm not scared. I have nothing to be afraid of. I'm ready."
Standing up and fighting back is the only thing they could do. This was actually happening, whether anyone liked it or not. War.
These next few years were going to be dangerous, but this was the first step in fighting this, together.
"Afterwards, can I take you to Hogsmeade for lunch?"
The suddenness of this question made Lily look at James as if he had sprouted horns.
Snorting, Lily waved a hand in front of her face, attempting to calm herself from laughter, "Hogsmeade isn't open for students this week, remember?"
James replied nonchalantly, "Lily, you know better than I do that that doesn't matter in the slightest; you do know who you're talking to, right?"
Lily shook her head softly, the grin on her face still as present as ever, "It's a date," and for a moment, she took a series tone, "and James?"
"Hm?" James' head tilted to the side, a dopy grin from Lily referring to it as a "date" still showing.
Lily was almost hesitant to speak at first, but she sighed, pushing her restraint out the window, "No more like before—us ignoring each other and not talking. I've missed you."
It wasn't a plea, more like a simple statement.
With eyes warm with genuine fondness, James let out another breathy chuckle, "Lily, how could I possibly ignore you? Now that everything is out in the open—we have to look out for each other now, we're a team."
Lily shyly looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her took notice of the faint yellow glow that stalked up the windows, "The suns starting to rise—how long have we been here?"
As if on cue, the shadows that danced around the perfects bathroom started to disappear, replaced with the light of dawn.
The night had ended, taking the plague of the horror that had happened with it.
That would replay in James' dreams for days to come.
Had it actually happened last night? It seemed so long ago… but in fact, that content smile Lily now wore was a dreaded gloom from only hours ago.
But like with everything, the sun still rises, the sun still sets—it doesn't stop for anyone. You simply need to get up and move along with it.
Time doesn't wait for you—you have keep up, and no matter how beat up and swollen you are at the finish line, you made it.
And the sun will still rise again tomorrow.
"We better head back before people start to get up, who knows what gossip will stir if someone sees us—better yet…"
Lily scoffed at James teasing words and mockingly started swatting playfully at his shoulder, "There isn't going to be any gossip because after I beat you up nobody will recognize the dashing James Potter!"
"Dashing? Please Lily, You're embarrassing me!" James squawked in a boyish giggle, "I know the old Lily Evens is back because she's either shoving me or punching me in the shoulder!"
Throwing her hands up in victory, Lily laughed completely out of breath. No traces of last nights events showed—they were there of course, and James had no idea how it will effect Lily in the feature, but for now at least, it was buried for another day—another hour, or for right after they enter their dorm rooms.
Swept up in his thoughts, James didn't notice the sudden sentimental look that Lily gave him.
Though, James did take full notice when Lily promptly engulfed her arms around his slim waist. Crashing her body into his, head nuzzling into James' shoulder—making him inhale a keep breath.
A shiver jolted down James' spine, immediately taken over by a gush of warmth that shot through his body, allowing his hands to dart up and softly cradle Lily's head in return.
The sun will still rise, the sun will still set—just keep moving.
"Thank you James, for everything. I don't know where I'd be right now if it wasn't for you… I see a light at the in of all this darkness when I'm around you. I really do."
Moments like this make the world seem so small—that your choices actually mean something. It makes you want to stand up, and fight back for the fragments of us scattered throughout the maze of this darkening world we're living in.
Let my love be the beacon of light that will guide you safely back to me.
"Me too Lily, me too."
notes:
And thats all she wrote.
I might do a follow up to James and Lily at the end of 7th year, or on the first time Lily told James she loves him. I'DUNNO.
Had a lot of fun with this at 4am. Hope you enjoyed!