Blithering Mc Gonagall

Hi! I love your jily writing so so much, it always leaves a smile on my face! I saw you were asking for a line + feeling + color, so I thought I’d give it a go :)

“I keep every letter...” + relaxed + golden

I hope you’re having a good day!

for the scorbus prompts: the “let’s just kiss to see what it’s like, but after we pull away, we linger and go in for a second kiss’’ trope (if that makes sense 😭)

Could you maybe do jily + we're hooking up in secret but someone noticed a hickey?

3. “Take me somewhere we can be alone.” jily of course (and let James say it, if it's not a problem :))

James doesn’t know if he can hold out much longer, not when he’s slipping with every passing second, losing his grip as the moments progress.

He wants to scream for every unknown colleague he’s seen die, but they don’t have the time to grieve. It’s war, and it’s much more brutal than he’d ever thought. It’s as if death lingers in the place of all the people taken away to fill the void, and James hates himself every time he notices an absence.

It drives him to the brink of insanity, not knowing if everyone he’s ever met is safe. It’s manifesting into an obsession, checking his pocket watch to see if Sirius is alive, or if Remus is injured. And it breaks his heart a little for every minute he’s not beside Lily, placing a firm hand on the lower of her back or linking his fingers with her in a death grip. 

James hates possessiveness, but it’s the bloody war and he can’t help it. 

Besides, it’s not possessiveness per say, but just wanting to come out of it all alive and unscarred. 

He knows it’s too much to ask for. 

But he still wishes it anyways, in between breaks of day-long trekking and before they go into battle. 

He’s been on a mission for the past two months with Lily, and the only time they were ever alone—it had been on their first week. Ever since, it had been just brushes of lips, sweet forehead kisses, long warm hugs and five minute cuddles—if such a thing even existed. 

But he’d take it over nothing. 

And it’s only just for a few more days. Then they’ll be back at Godric’s Hollow safe and sound...until the next mission, anyway. 

With this strand of assurance James gets through his morning jog, slowing down to a stop when he reaches the debriefing tent where he’s positive Lily is. Sure enough, Lily has her palms facing the tabletop pouring over the blueprints of their next raid, eyebrows drawn together as a curtain of fiery red hangs from one side, a frown tugging away at her lips. 

And James wants that frown gone. 

Walking towards his girlfriend, he wraps his arms around her waist before snuggling his nose into her open neck, rubbing his morning stubble against Lily’s skin just the way he knows makes her feel ticklish. Tilting her head to the side to give more access, a musical laugh bubbles from her lips—sending his heartbeat skittering.

“You have no business being this beautiful.”

It gets another laugh out of her, sweet and undiluted. But just when he nips at the sensitive skin, a patronus barges into the tent, a lynx halting to a stop to bounce around anxiously followed by an order member. And although James refuses to raise his head he hears the instructions loud and clear. It’s battle time.

A hand splays across his, warmth seeping through, and James buries his face deeper.

“James.”

“Hmn?”

“We have to go.”

He gives a barely comprehensible shake of his head, sealing his eyes shut. He can’t take this anymore.

“Take me somewhere we can be alone.”

Lily turns in his arms, looping one around his neck and pressing a palm to his face. James leans into the touch, pulling her closer.

“It’s just three more days, love.”

“I want it to end now.”

James opens his eyes to meet hers, noting the sad smile playing on her lips—and it hits him harder than a bulger.

She’s going through the same thing, and still bears the brunt of it all like a queen. And he’s reminded once more why he fell in love with her in the first place.

Breathless, heady love washes over him in powerful waves, nearly drowning him in the flood. She doesn’t deserve any of this and he wishes he could take it all away. But he knows he can’t. The last thing Lily Evans would do was run from war, and the same could be said for him. 

Resting his forehead on hers, he bops her nose with his, “You’re a bloody miracle Evans, y’know that?”

Yet another laugh escapes her and Lily leans back, eyes twinkling with unabashed humour, “What is it with you today?”

James shakes his head, drawing back and holding out a hand.

“Nothing. Let’s go kick some arse, shall we?”

“I could give you fifty reasons why I should be the one you choose.” from the prompts. So good to see you are writing again sel <33

That cheeky minx knew James would never say no when she worded it that way.

And that cheeky minx used it to her advantage.

“I could give you fifty reasons why I should be the one you choose.”

His pulse fluttered, mind begging his flush not to spread.

James was a dead man tonight.

Beside him, Sirius snorted, “Evans, that’s cheating. You’re not getting on our team.”

James sent a sharp look at Sirius before begrudgingly sending a wordless thanks at his raised eyebrow. Turning back to the smirking redhead, he feigned nonchalance, even though he knew Lily would see right through him.

“Name one, then I just might consider it.”

“Come on, James.” When he failed to move his stance, she huffed, “Fine. If you choose me for your team I’ll take you out for drinks this weekend. We can even call it a date and—“

Sirius shot daggers at Lily, clamping a hand over James’ mouth to cut off the yelp that escaped him and the yes that would have followed had it not been for his brother.

But it wasn’t even a choice at this point, of course he would have to say yes.

He would have to, or his name wasn’t James Potter.

He hated himself for the love struck fool he was, sometimes.

Swatting away Sirius’ hand, he slammed a hand on the wooden table and let out a loud, strangled agreement.

The black hair falling down on his shoulders in smooth waves curtained an expression of thinly veiled disgust, “You blasted git, you realise you outed Remus from our team?”

James blinked, eyes widening as he turned towards Remus slowly, shame burning his face to a red tint.

Stupid, idiotic fool.

“I’m so...Remus, you have no idea, I’m so sorry.”

All he got in return was a look of bleak amusement.

But Remus didn’t get it. James had fucking betrayed him, all because a girl had come and short-circuited his brain to think about red embers and shades of green. It had been them against the world since the four of them entered the compartment on their first day and now James was throwing him—

Remus interrupted his thoughts with a laugh, followed by a warm grin from Lily.

“Stop being so dramatic, you ninny. I would’ve chosen Peter anyways.”

James stopped frowning, reining the guilt in while Sirius grumbled about something that sounded suspiciously like ‘little white lies’.

And so Lily joined their team, and they went on to lose the match, much to Sirius’ chagrin.

They were too busy grinning at each other to fully appreciate the passion behind Sirius’ I-told-you-so look.

But, by the end of the week, Lily kept her promise, actively attending their third date crashed by his fellow marauders. That was, in all honesty, the only thing that mattered to him.

Number 14 for the prompts: “Say that you wanna be with me too.” for Jily! Thank you! :)

She’s laying all she has on the table, and she can only hope he wants more too. She knows he does.

But James Potter tends to be a dunderhead on occasion and oblivious to the most forward advances.

Lily would know, she’s made several the past week.

It’s the summer, their first as adults—or something of that sense. They’re all terrified, excited, and nervous. Sirius’ solution had been to throw a party.

To this date, she doesn’t know whether it was the worst or the best day of her life.

When she’s in his bed, laughing under the tickle of his morning stubble against the nook of her neck, still breathless from the high of the night before and admiring his hazel eyes under the sunrise rays, when she pulls at her bottom lip as he runs his hand along her inner thigh and drops a kiss between her breasts—it seems like it's the best moment she’s had since graduation.

The night had been a blur, an assortment of memories blended into each other in no specific order—one minute she’d been dancing with James on the dance floor and the next she woke up naked with a pounding headache with a soreness she couldn’t really explain with his weight pressed over hers, nose pressed to her collarbone and limbs tangled.

Lily expected it to be beyond awkward, but of course it wasn’t. James managed to say the right thing, always, and it irritated her to no end. But she would have been lying if she said she didn’t find it endearing in the least.

But there are times she regrets it. Especially when he grins at her in front of their friends and she wants to kiss him badly—but she can’t. Because they’re not in an ‘official’ relationship. The realisation hits her unexpectedly, when they sneak in hidden pecks on the lips, when she finds something that makes her think of him—but it would be too weird to buy James anything, especially when they’re dancing around each other on a tightrope in this weird relationship—if she can even call it that.

And, sometimes, Lily can’t help but wonder how much would have been different if she hadn’t lost herself to her desires that night.

But she’s here, and she is willing to risk it for all or nothing.

Yet, the prospect of losing James Potter terrifies her.

Threading her fingers through his hair as he furiously scribbles away at the parchment on the kitchen island, Lily nudges her nose against the back of his neck.

They’re alone in the house, the others either still asleep on this Sunday morning or out for whatever reasons of their own. And Lily needs him to finish the goddamn letter before anyone returns and she loses her confidence.

“How much more?” A tilt of his head to give her more access, and Lily releases his hair to loop her arms around his neck.

“Just...a....lil more...and—done!”

James swivels around, grinning widely at her.

“You were saying, Evans?”

Lily smiles a little more at that, but the surname use makes her heart ache. Ignoring the tug of her heartstrings, she locks her eyes with his.

“You remember how you’d ask me out in the most ridiculous ways possible?”

“What do you mean ridiculous? They were fantastic.” He pulls a mockingly affronted face. “One of my best ideas, really.”

“You’re such a prick.”

“Why are we talking about this now?”

The tips of her lips tug downwards significantly, “You might’ve been an outright toerag back then but you really didn’t deserve all those words I said back then.”

At the change of his features, a guarded expression, she knows she’s on thin ice.

James frowns, “Where is this all coming from?”

There’s no going back now, and Lily knows it.

She shrugs, “It's true. We were both unfair to each other weren’t we?”

“Lily, if anything, I deserved it. Someone needed to get my head out of my pompous arse and Sirius wasn’t going to do it. I’m glad you didn’t say yes, it would have been a fucking nightmare.”

“Not when we were in seventh year. And I do wish I had the gall to actually ask you out then.”

The hands on her back fumbling with the ends of her hair stilled, hazel eyes blinking, once, twice, as realisation dawns.

“Well, why didn’t you?”

Her heart picks up the pace, and Lily opens her mouth, closing it once again before dragging it out.

“I was stupid, that’s why. I really would’ve liked to take you out on a date on a Hogsmeade weekend.”

Silence fills the space between them and Lily leans forward, resting her forehead on his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.”

The silence stretches on, but Lily ploughs forward blindly.

“This probably isn’t anywhere close to an opportune moment, but if—if you’re still up for it, I want all in. Y’know, have a hand in all that relationship shit.”

James, fucking finally, laughs at that, pulling her closer and kissing her.

It’s still not an answer.

Lily shakes her head, keeping her lips out of reach—or as much out of reach as she can, “No—no, James, wait. Say you want me, too.”

“Christ, Evans, you sprung this on me without a warning.”

“Is that a no?”

“Merlin, of course it isn’t. Lily Evans, the object of my pursuit and affections since third year is asking me out, not the other way around. Let me bask in the glory, will you?”

His blinding smile is infectious and it isn’t long before her lips mirrors his.

“James. Please.”

But she’s laughing now, fingers pulling lightly at his hair and brushing her lips against his. Somewhere along the line of their conversation, she straddled him, now firmly placed on his lap.

“‘Course I do, Evans. Always did.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

James shoved the hair out of his eyes, knocking his glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose as he pushed the portrait to the Head’s common room with the fist closed around his broom.

Returning from the showers after quidditch practice had run him ragged, muscles sore from running through the strategies one after another, throat slightly raw from shouting at his teammates. He supposed that came with the package of being the team’s captain.

He left the broom by the hole, making his way through the room to the stairs leading to his room.

Lily wasn’t on the couch or the windowsill, and the door to her room was wide open. Which meant she was in his.

James let a small smile break through his features.

The year had come with a load of responsibilities thrown at him, but along with it had come her friendship, and he really wouldn’t have it any other way. The head duties only sought to bring them closer, and really, who could resist his charms and terrible puns? She’d done it for six years but it could only last so long.

He’d nearly given up that summer, but the letter from the school had rekindled a small one akin to it and he couldn’t help himself.

There had been signs here and there, a barely noticeable rosy blush creeping from the neck when he got too close, a small brush of arms when they sat at the table, pouring over schedules and notes, fiercely fighting his insecurities when they became far too visible and assuring him to no end, but he really couldn’t let himself hope too much.

But they were still signs.

No use overthinking about it all now, he chided himself, climbing the stairs and pushing the door open and heart nearly stopping at the sight that graced his eyes.

He wanted it forever etched to the back of his eyes.

Lily sat propped cozily on pillows of his bed, book in one hand over a fluffed up pillow on her lap and other flipping lazily through the pages. Her hair was gathered up into a lazy bun held by her wand.

Was that—

Merlin, Agrippa and Circe, it was.

James grinned at her as she raised her head, landing his bum on the other edge of his bed and raising her ankles only to drop them over his lap.

“I thought you said you completed the curriculum last night?”

“This is revision.”

“Lil, c’mon, you always say that.”

She raised an eyebrow over the book, “Well, unlike you, I don’t have insane hobbies like polishing a fork collection or dangerous flying sports, James.”

“My fork collection isn’t insane it’s gorgeous.”

“Whatever you say, rich boy.”

He grinned at her already bowed head, wondering how to bring it up. This had to be a sign.

A blatant and obvious one at that.

He couldn’t just let it go unnoticed.

“Lily?”

“Hmn?”

“Why are you wearing my jumper?”

“Because it smells like you.”

He stopped fiddling with the frayed edges of her socks, head snapping up so fast he felt the crack in his very bones, heart speeding up to catch up in the race with his thoughts, just barely managing to keep up. The entirety of Scotland could probably hear his heart beat.

And even if they didn’t, she probably did, tough she seemed preoccupied otherwise by the book before her, but he could see that her eyes weren’t moving and barely skimmed it.

So she was faking it.

Bloody hell, how was he supposed to not get the wrong idea with all this?

Unless...it wasn’t the wrong idea.

But, then again, that’s what he’d said to himself all those years ago. He wasn’t taking any chances.

“Ah, er, right, yeah. I’m—just going to start on Slughorn’s essay—“

Her hand paused the flipping of the pages, head raised to look at him incredulously.

“What?”

“You nitwit.”

“What?”

“That was an invitation, for fucks sake.”

“An—an invitation?”

Her lips stretched into a rueful smile, “You really are over—I—nevermind.”

A sigh, then, “I’m sor—“

James knew it was a far off chance, but he couldn’t help wonder. Which meant letting his mouth run off with its own feet.

“An invitation for snogging?”

Lily paused, glancing at him, “I prefer the term kissing, but sure.”

James looked back into his lap, hands fingering the loosened loop of the sock, “Same difference.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Lily, I would like a kiss.”

She grinned like a Cherishie cat, all but shoving the book to her side and firmly placing herself in his lap, “Well, James, all you had to do was ask.”

He spluttered, “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a kiss.”

He stared at her lips until it came crashing down on his—sweet, wonderful, soft and broadcasting his heartbeat for the entire world to hear. He wanted this for so long now and it’s finally happening and he can’t process a comprehensive thought, but it was alright—he was where he wanted to be. In his bed, glasses knocked asknew, Lily Evans on his lap and snogging the living daylights out of him, hands looped around his neck and fingers tangled with his dark locks, one hand cradling the back of her neck and the other clutching onto her back. Her red hair fell on his hand, soft and fluffed up, lips moving against his to prise it open and tug playfully, emitting a moan from within.

They parted after what seemed like an eternity, close enough for their breaths to mix. Lily removed his crooked glasses with her thumb, tossing it aside before touching their noses. James can’t see her anymore, but he hardly cared when he pulled her back in, lips soughting to be bruised once more.

can you write something about Lily and Sirius being good friends?

She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t care so much for James.

That’s a complete lie.

Not that she’d admit it if she was being held at wand’s point, threatened over the Cruciatus Curse.

They’d never cared to notice each other enough years before, only exchanging a few quips over nonsensical things. The first time they’re forced to, tough, is when she finally starts to date James. If she didn’t know him, she’d be positive Sirius hated her down to her very bones.

She couldn’t say the same for him, but her feelings were hardly a hair’s width less.

He somehow knew to push the precisely and unnervingly correct buttons but, unlike James, didn’t seem to know where the line was drawn or rather didn’t seem to care if he did, which on several occasions nearly had him at the end of one of her infamous hexes.

It had continued on well into their seventh year and in her months of dating James, until one night bought upon a heart to heart wherein they discovered they perhaps had far more in common with each other than they could’ve ever imagined.

Secrets of disappointed parents, disapproving siblings, adoration of motorbikes’ existence and an uncanny love for Russian literature spilled over bottles of priceless wine on the highest rooftop of Hogwarts found them side by side overlooking the morning sun.

She’s never been more grateful for that night than now, when her husband is at a mission of the details which she isn’t privy to.

It’s nothing new.

But it’s somehow so much different from the other times.

Perhaps it’s due to the fact that that morning, she was staring at the mirror which only showed one living being, and then the next second, it showed two—if anything the pregnancy test said was to be trusted.

Except, she’d tried several of them, and a variety of other magical potions.

They all said the exact same thing.

Somehow, an hour later after angonising over what to do, Lily finds herself knocking on the door to Sirius’ lavish London flat, heart hardly slowing down from the trip she’s taken and hand clutching her wand in her coat pocket.

There’s a click, and Sirius’ face appears a moment later through the crack of the door.

“Who did you catch me shagging in the broom closet at the beginning of seventh year?”

“Elena Williams. My favourite dish?”

“That’s a trick question. That’s got to be a trick question—“

“Answer it, Sirius.”

“—it’s either rare steak or pizza, there’s no telling with you.”

He lets her in and makes for the kitchen, shooting her a slanted smile as he rests his forearms on the kitchen island, waiting for her to seat herself on one of the stools.

“If you’ve come here to interrogate me over Prongs whereabouts, save it--”

“No, its not that. I know you guys. Marauders honour and all that.”

Sirius grins appreciatively at her, waiting for her to continue.

“Its just...something happened today morning. No, nothing like that,” she says hastily as Sirius’ brows start to draw together, “I’m just— I—“

She’s at a complete loss for words, wondering how to tell Sirius and looks up at him. He, by some utter miracle, seems to understand and turns to the cabinets, opening them to take the snacks out.

Her stomach drops at the sight of the glass bottle but she ignores it.

She can manage it.

Somehow.

Discretely.

“That’s impossible.”

“You’ve never been good at chess, you dolt.”

“That’s irrelevant. This has got to be an illegal move.”

“There’s no such thing as illegal moves.”

Lily looks down at her bishop for confirmation, finding the white piece nodding back at her solemnly.

She tries to hold back her laugh as Sirius whacks the piece off the board, and fails miserably.

He’s lounging on the sofa with his bum placed where his back is supposed to be and his back where his lap ought to be, holding the book high over his head.

“I’ve read this already.”

“You’ve read every single one of the Russian novels.”

Lily isn’t facing him, but she can already feel him scrunching his nose.

“There’s got to be something new.”

“Well, there isn’t.”

“Bloody fuck, that’s a way of asking you to get me one stubly.”

“I don’t have any.”

“You have loads in your house!”

“Then I’m not giving them to you when I know you’re never going to give them back.”

“Oi, that’s a blasphemous accusation—“

“I could lock you in four moves.”

“Sirius, you don’t tell the person you can do that.”

The knight on the chess board looks up, nodding at Sirius as if to prove Lily’s point.

“Knight to b7.”

“Bishop to c6.”

“Castle to d6”

“...damn.”

Lily grins at him, leaning back to rest her head on the couch, victory shining in her eyes as Sirius makes his next move.

“Mate at b4, my dear friend.”

“Fuck you and these judgemental bastards.”

“You’re the one that wanted another round.”

“Another winning round—“

“Lil?”

“Hmn?”

She’s turning on the stove, placing the kettle and turns around looking at him.

“Why’d you come here? This isn’t about James, is it?”

Panic courses through her veins, running wild and free. She wipes her hands on her pants, stalling.

She really shouldn’t tell him, but she needs to get it out—

“I’ve been sick for the past few days.”

“Mmhm.”

“I can’t drink any alcoholic beverages.”

“What does that have anything to do with—“

Lily sits down on the floor next to him, wrapping her arms around her legs, “Sirius, my period is late by three weeks.”

There’s silence, and she looks back at him, laughter slipping out between her lips at the look of incredulity on his face but faltering.

“Please tell me you’re just ratting out symptoms to numerous cases, mind you.”

“I took the test today morning. It’s positive.”

There’s a pause, and then,“I call dibs on godfather.”

“What?”

“It either has red or black hair and green eyes. A leather jacket would look great on them either way.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“Maybe I could put in some spikes on the shoulders. There’s got to be a sunglass shop somewhere in London.”

“Are you trying to turn my baby into a mini you?”

Sirius scoffs, “Handsome as they may turn out to be, they can never begin to compete with their godfather.”

“Bit too assuming, don’t you think?”

“Hardly. It’s been declared the moment you married Prongso.”

She can hardly help it, the myriad of emotions raging within her when the tears burst forth. The kettle whistles away in the background, but they both ignore it.

He looks at her, alarmed, before squirming to the side and pulling her into a side hug.

“For Christ sake, I know you pregnant women are a tad bit unstable but if you do this for more than three times, I’ll move to France.”

Lily sniffles, laughing, “Better choose those three moments carefully, eh?”

He grins down at her, rubbing his fist gently on her head, “James will be really happy, I think I’ll have to kick him out. You know that right?”

“He can move in with me.”

“God, yes please.”

“Sirius?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He shakes his head fondly at her, hugging her even tighter as they sit together in comfortable silence.

“I would’ve done anything for you.” Annngggssstttt, please?

She’d come to save the love of her life.

Instead she ended up pinned to the wall, wand to her throat.

James left nearly a month ago, disappearing into enemy territory leaving no trace. Dropping a kiss onto her lips and out of the door in a moment, a blinding grin stretched across his face with a promise leaving his lips, one he would never fulfill. The last smirk she would ever see.

She should’ve held him for just a second more. Kissed him one last time, before he went.

Going, going, gone.

Lily thrashed the bedroom when he hadn’t come, a week later. And thrashed it once more when they wouldn’t let her go after him.

She wouldn’t have any of it, threatening to leave the Order if she couldn’t go after him. She was their best fighter, and she knew it. They couldn’t lose her.

But she couldn’t lose James.

And the mission was arranged within a week’s time, four people and a day to get out of there.

Sirius took the left wing of the Malfoy Manor, Remus the right, Peter the halls and Lily the dungeons.

Straight into the enemy’s trap.

She knew she still would’ve done it all over again, given the chance.

Lily snuck in, and peeped from behind the wall, and the sight quite nearly broke her heart. James had his head bowed to the most vile man she’d ever seen.

Without any force or wand pointed at him.

She knew, in that moment, that wasn’t her James. Even if she wouldn’t accept the fact.

It all happened in a blur, whipping of wands, curses and hexes thrown about, but somehow, somehow, she ended up in his arms all the same. Tough not nearly in the position she would’ve liked.

Voldemort had left, but not before shooting a disturbing smirk her way. Death Eaters lay unconscious on the floor, but she really didn’t have to do much when there were only two.

James had a wand pointed to her throat, just above his forearm, eyes dark behind the glasses, wall pressing against her back.

She smiled at the sight of his face, ignoring the prick at her neck, “James—“

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

Lily frowned, hand wrapping around his wrist even as the tip pressed deeper into her skin, “Why wouldn’t I? We couldn’t exactly leave you in the dragon’s lair, could we?”

Why was he holding her at wand’s point?

She noted the clench of the jaw, his eyes clearly not the way she remembered.

“James?”

He frowned at her hand, flinching at the touch.

Did he not know who she was?

“James, we have to get out of here. The others are coming. We’re going home.”

He still wouldn’t budge, glaring at her touch.

“James, it’s me, Lily. C’mon we don’t have much time.”

She could feel the skin breaking, blood threatening to trickle out.

“James?”

“Shut up.”

The eyes met her once again, with full force, and Lily wasn’t ready to see what was behind them.

Hatred.

“Shut the fuck up. You lot have some nerve. Treating me like I’m shit back in Hogwarts when all I did was hold you up in some pedestal.”

He wasn’t James.

“All I did was love you,” he spat, words hitting her with the full force of a whip, “and you cast me aside like I was some toy.”

This was not her James.

“You mudbloods think you’re so fucking brilliant, prancing like you own the ground. You need to learn your place.”

This definitely wasn’t her James.

“Don’t look at me like that, you can’t fool me.”

“James—“

“Filthy mudblood—“

The words had never hurt her like they did now.

“This isn’t you. What have they done to you?”

“They didn’t do anything. You did.”

He glared at her, silence filling the room for a moment.

“You hated me.”

She shook her head, blocking the pain of the wand at her throat, her heart breaking with every second and somehow still thumping in her ears, “I never hated you.”

He didn’t believe her, but there had to be a reason why he hadn’t killed her yet.

“I would’ve done anything for you. I’d still do anything for you, James.”

The wand only went deeper into her skin, blood finally breaking free, hatred once again filling the hazel eyes and hitting hers with full force.

Her voice cracked, tears spilling from her eyes, “James, please.”

He seemed unnerved by the drops streaming down her cheeks, grip loosening, but he still wouldn’t believe her.

She could hear her name being called out, but her eyes never left his.

“James, please try and remember. Please.”

But she knew he couldn’t.

He would kill her.

A sob broke out, and along with it, a broken laugh too. It was too ironic, the absurdity of it all.

He didn’t seem to care, lips moving to utter the curse, but the sound never reaching her ears. Lily closed her eyes, tears still spilling underneath the closed lids.

She knew it wouldn’t change a thing, but she had to let him know.

“I love you, James.”