A/N: Millions and millions of thank-yous go to my beta, Daily
Prophet Reporting, for his patience with me and my perfectionist
nature. He has slaved over this story with me for over a year with
wonderful tolerance and I really, really appreciate him. You rock, KC!
So, here's Part Two. I hope you enjoy it. I want to apologize ahead of
time for the delays in this story I'm about to embark upon my last
year of high school and it will be a very busy time for me. Thank you
in advance for your patience! And, as always, please review!
Life and love are life and love, a
bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a
point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love,
flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on,
-D. H. Lawrence
Evans woke up on Saturday, July 8, as suddenly and completely as if a
loud noise of some sort had gone off in her ear. As she squinted in the
morning light that poured through the window beside her bed, she
wondered for a few seconds why her stomach was fluttering madly. Then
it hit her: today was her cousin Sarah's wedding. And, more
importantly, today was the day she would see James.
been just a little over a week since they had bid each other goodbye on
platform nine and three-quarters, and though she had said she would not
moon over James, that was exactly what Lily had been doing. She found
she couldn't go more than five minutes without thinking of him and it
was driving her mad. In a fit of desperation she had resorted to
telling her mother of her dilemma, and Mrs. Evans had smiled in an
annoyingly superior sort of way and said, "You'll see him soon enough,
dear." Lily found that she couldn't look at the brooms in the closet
without her heart wrenching painfully, and she kept seeing people that
looked like James. The most memorable occasion was when Mrs. Evans and
Lily had been shopping for dresses to wear to the wedding and Lily had
thought she saw his mop of messy black hair through the crowd. As she
was straining to see if it really was him, she ran smack into a road
sign. A group of smoking thirteen-year-olds standing nearby had laughed
at her until she gave them her worst death glare and moved on.
sleepy eyes turned to her small bedside table. As he had promised,
James had been sending her sappy love poems he had written for her as
early as third year throughout the week; she picked up the top letter
and grinned as she reread it.
hold in your hands the first poem I ever wrote for you. I thought I had
burned it over some break or another, but obviously I didn't. You have
to promise you will never, ever bring this up to Sirius; I don't want
him to have any more ways to blackmail me than he does already. I
apologize in advance for the completely horrible poem coming up. Not
that any of them are particularly good.
Sirius and I
are going mad in all this rain. Mum hates it when we fly in it, even
though it's perfectly harmless, and she rants on about catching colds
and such. Well, hopefully it will all clear up for the wedding. Sirius
and I are also keeping an eye out for flats in London and Diagon Alley,
but so far nothing's grabbed his fancy. He really can be absurdly picky
Anyway, I miss you.
Ode to Lily Evans
Lily Evans, you are my light
Your face shines like a big beacon
Throughout the night.
I love it when you give big smiles
And your laugh is like a clear bell.
For you, I would run a thousand miles.
I asked you to Hogsmeade again last week
You looked at me like I was crazy-
And then called me an arrogant freak.
I'll ask you again soon,
And I know one day you'll agree
And then you'll be so happy, Lily Evans, you'll fly with me to the moon.
I seem to remember I couldn't think of anything to suitably rhyme with
"soon". Though why I'm attempting to explain my motives to you I have
Lily chuckled softly and closed her eyes,
enjoying the warm, contented feeling floating through her. How was it
possible that James could make her laugh, cry, and feel lighter than
air all at once?
Lily kicked the fluffy duvet off her legs
and sat up. She put the letter back on her night table carefully and
read the clock; she calculated quickly that James would be arriving in
a little over six hours. A huge burst of excitement gave her energy,
and she jumped out of bed and bounded across the room to her closet.
She grabbed her dressing gown, brushing past the dress she would wear
that night, and threw it on, planning her day out already. She would go
downstairs and have a good breakfast, read some of the book Remus had
given her for her birthday until lunch, and then perhaps see if her
father wanted to have a game of tennis. By then it would be time to get
ready for the wedding, and after that James.
day went very much as she planned, which added to Lily's good mood. The
only slight hitch was how her father had looked exhausted and needed to
sit down often during their game of tennis, which worried her.
Regardless, she and her father returned, sweaty and hot but grinning,
from their game just in time to bid Mrs. Evans goodbye. As Sarah was
Mrs. Evans's sister Joy's daughter and since Joy had died when Lily was
ten, Mrs. Evans felt it was her duty to be a mother to Sarah. Lily felt
that Mrs. Evans was wasting her time, as Sarah cared more for her
manicure than she did for her loving aunt, but it made her mother happy
so Lily never voiced her opinions about her ingrate cousin.
forget, Bob, that we're family and we have seats at the front of the
chapel," Mrs. Evans said as she kissed her husband quickly on the
cheek. "And also, make sure you find Mother properly, will you? Right,
love you both! I'll come join you as soon as I can! Say hello to James
for me, Lily," she called with a wink before disappearing out the door.
Mr. Evans and Lily looked at each other for a split second before calling at the same time, "First shower!"
wheedled her way into getting the first shower (he always let her go
first) and grinned as she skipped upstairs into her bathroom. She
showered, put on her new dark blue dress, and then dried her hair. She
gave it a bit of a curl to make it more interesting and fastened on the
pearls Grandmummy had given her. She then spent twenty minutes hunting
for a suitable handbag that could hold her wand, and by the time she
realized she was a witch and could transfigure something into the
appropriate shape, she was feeling a bit testy. When she finally made
her way downstairs, pushing her long hair back from her face and
huffing at her stupidity, her father, looking very smart in his morning
suit, smiled at her from behind his newspaper.
"Is everything all right, darling?" he asked worriedly, taking in her flushed face and frowning mouth.
"Oh yes," she said tetchily, not bothering to give an explanation. At that moment, a loud pop
and a crash sounded from the next room. Lily and her father looked at
each other with alarm before hurrying into the family room, Lily with
her wand drawn. Upon entering they found the towering collection of
records that had been next to the record player strewn all over the
floor; the record player itself was mere inches from falling off the
table. In the midst of all of this was a very red James; he was on the
floor, covered by the records, rubbing the back of his head which he
had obviously hit on the fireplace behind him and looking very
embarrassed. Lily couldn't help but notice, as she laughed herself
silly, that he looked quite handsome in his suit.
up on his elbow and waved his wand, and everything righted itself
again. The records were put back into their neat stacks and the player
was solidly situated on its table once more.
there, James?" Mr. Evans asked, a smile lurking around his face, doing
his best to ignore his hysterical daughter. He reached out a hand to
help James off the floor, and James accepted it gratefully.
yes, I'm fine," James said, glaring at Lily. "I'm very sorry, sir, I
meant to appear at the door," he said to her father, trying to be
smooth and charming. He reflexively ruffled his hair.
trouble at all, James." Mr. Evans grinned at them both before tapping
his watch. "We need to leave in about five minutes," he warned before
going back into the kitchen. Lily was seated on the arm of a nearby
chair, clutching her stomach and gasping.
"Oh, James, I'm sorry, that was just you should have seen your face-"
James grinned. "I suppose it was quite funny, wasn't it? Not quite the suave entrance I was hoping for."
stared at him for a moment, still smiling, taking in his suit. James,
meanwhile, did some staring of his own. "Lily you look "
"Well, I was going to say incredible, but I suppose fabulous works too."
stood up slowly from the arm of the chair, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
He had never seen her in a Muggle dress before, had he? And her hair
she suddenly wished she hadn't curled it. It seemed silly now.
chose to reach for a lock of hair at that moment; he twirled it around
his finger. "You should curl it more often," he told her before leaning
down to kiss her. All thoughts of her hair vanished instantly as she
surrendered herself to his embrace.
"Mmmh, I missed you," he
said quietly when they pulled apart, and Lily hugged him tightly in
response. Her head fit perfectly under his chin.
They stood in
silence for a few long minutes, just content to hold each other. Lily
filled her nose with his unmistakable scent as he alternately stroked
her hair and pressed kisses on top of her head. Lily finally roused
herself from her slight stupor when she heard her father moving about
in the kitchen. "We should go," she said into his chest.
"I can't do anything if you don't let go of me."
"Ah, I see."
Still, they didn't move.
"Lily? Let's go, we're going to be late!"
Evans's voice was the very effective catalyst they needed to pull
apart. Lily grabbed James's hand and tugged him through the family room
and out into the foye