James
Lily. I need to talk to Lily.
I burst into the common room, searching the room for any sign of her red locks. She’s on the couch asleep on top of a half written essay. Her hair spills over the side of the couch, curls dangilng in midair.
I walk over to her side, sit on the couch next to her, and finger with one of her locks.
“Lily,” I whisper, “I need to tell you something.” Lily doesn’t open her eyes, but stays put and moans a little.
“Go away, Sirius, I won’t tell you any more about the broom cupboard,” she groans, pushing me away. I smirk.
Sirius, you nosy little-
“It’s James, Lily,” I say, “I... I found out about the broom cupboard, and... Dumbledore showed me something, I need to tell you about it.” Lily’s eyelashes flutter open to reveal her striking green eyes. She smiles a little when she sees me.
“What?”
“You have to swear, Lily, you won’t get mad at me for what I’m about to say, and you’ll believe every word because I’m not lying or even exaggerating.”
“Okay,” she says slowly, “What’s going on?”
“He showed me this prophecy. About me, you, Padfoot, Wormtail and Snivellus.”
“Please don’t tell me I marry Sev..,” she begs. I chuckle.
“No, you don’t marry Snivellus...,” I say, taking in a deep breath, “You marry... you marry... me.” She just looks at me blankly like she hasn’t quite processed the words that have just come out of my mouth. “And we have this beautiful baby boy, he looks like me, but he’s got your eyes. But it’s all Snivellus’s fault and it’s all Wormtail’s fault, and dammit, we should go to Sirius’s house when he offers it. And Halloween, on Halloween I’m protecting you, you’re not going to get hurt, I won’t let him, and prophecies aren’t always right, and I’m praying to God that’s true-”
“Shut the hell up and tell me what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Bloody hell, Lily, we’re going to die,” I say softly. I can’t hold it back any more, I bury my head in my hands, and tiny tears seep out of my eyes.
She sits up and puts her arm around me, begging me to tell her what I mean.
“Lily, I saw us. It’s us. And we were sitting in our living room, with our baby, his name’s Harry, Harry Potter and he’s beautiful. And you told me that Sirius invited us to Grimmauld Place, but you said no because we had to watch Harry. Then the scene changed, it was Snivellus and Peter, and there was Voldemort-”
“Wait, you say Peter was there? Isn’t he your friend?”
“No. I mean yes, but... I don’t know.”
“Please continue...”
“And then Peter told Voldemort he’d convinced us not to go to Grimmauld Place so he could find us at our house. Voldemort thanked him, and he smiled. Snivellus begged him not to kill you, but Voldemort put the Cruciatus Curse on him and said, ‘Why should you die if she inevitably is going to?’” I say, “And then Professor Trelawny’s voice said, ‘Choose your friends and foes carefully. Trust is an elusive device that weaves it’s way into the strangest places, and is non-existant where it seems like it should be present. Prepare to die.’”
“Sev- Sev betrayed me again?”
“He... he might. We might never get married, those never-”
