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Author: freetheelves2
Title: 5 Things That Never Happened To Lily Evans
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairings: Lily-centric, Lily/Remus and hints at Lily/James
Warnings/Spoilers: Lily's crazy. Let's put it that way. :p
Word Count: 2,070
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Lily dislikes her reality and therefore substitutes her reality of choice instead.
“They all got me so upset last night, you know. Being so cruel to Severus. I myself find him quite amiable - I don’t know why Potter and Black have such a problem with him.”
The two teenagers walked along the cobblestone street that went right thought Hogsmeade, occasionally stopping here or there to point out something rather nice in a show window or anything along those lines.
It was a lovely spring day.
“I’m sorry they bother you so much. I can’t say I don’t agree with you, but I think they would bite my head off if they ever found out about it.” He chuckled lightly. “James hates him because you pay attention to Snape and won’t give him the time of day. Sirius on the other hand…”
Remus stopped. He didn’t go on and on about Sirius like he usually did. Lily smiled gratefully.
They walked on in a sort of silence that gave Lily time to study Remus.
He wasn’t attractive in a conventional way that girls were supposed to swoon over - tall, dark, mysterious, muscular and brooding - but he held something else inside of him that made Lily feel positively haunted in his presence. Maybe it was the way his dark-blonde hair fell boyishly into his face, and the way he always hated it whenever that happened. Maybe it was the way he would nibble on his lower lip when agitated or concentrated very hard on something, like her eyes or sometimes even lips. Maybe it was the two slashes going right across his face that he called scars. Maybe it was the way he always seemed so awkward, and then instead was the most elegant gentleman to ever walk the earth. Maybe it was his passion for books and le arning and school itself - so determined and hard working unlike rogue boys like James Potter or Sirius Black. Or maybe; maybe it as the way he would stare deeply into her emerald eyes he called radiating gemstones, before tilting his head slightly and leaning closer and closer and closer to her face, before something would happen and the moment would disappear as if it had never happened in the first place.
For as long as she could remember, Remus had been brown. He embodied the color like a tree its roots and bark and core. Very much like a tree, Remus was always stable and grounded and nurturing.
They continued on, walking more slowly with every step.
“Don’t blame James for his jealous behavior - I don’t. Would you like to stop here and get some ice cream?”
Ten minutes later, ice cream in hand, they continued walking, and had by now reached the end of the street, and, therefore, the woods.
“We can sit in the grass here, if you’d like. If James knew what I was doing today…”
But he stopped again suddenly, words of James’ never-ending love for Lily dying in his mouth before they were ever even given a chance. Instead, he continued differently as they both sat next to each other.
“You have just the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I know I’ve said it before, but has anyone else ever told you that? They are like little emerald gemstones; a precious rarity. Deep green pools of wonder that seem to never end. I could get lost in them, really, I could.”
His face was terribly close to hers, and the things he had said caused her to make a funny little noise - something between a whimper and a sigh. He didn’t say his usual “you all right there, Lily?” to make sure she was quite all right, she reassured herself. Instead, he didn’t anything, but leaned in even closer, slowly, carefully reaching for her lips with his, the space between them vanishing within an instant as she was made even more aware of their anxious breathing. She had been waiting for this moment more than anything. The soft touch of his lips on her own; his heavenly touch, almost too tentative for her liking, but his touch nevertheless, and his tongue finally snaking past her lips…
This was perfect, her head mused. This was just the way it was supposed to be.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Lily waited patiently in the little compartment reserved especially for the Head-Boy and Girl. She sat on the cushion-covered bench, back straight, legs off to one side, crossed at the ankle, hands folded properly in her lap.
The door opened slowly, and Professor McGonagall stepped inside, sliding it shut once more behind her.
“Ah, Ms. Evans, Mr.-“ she paused momentarily. “Well? Where is he?”
“I… I don’t know Professor. Who is it?” she was anxious to find out who she would be sharing living arrangements and quarters with for the year.
“You’ll find out as soon as he arrives. Or I find him. Whichever happens first. Now, if you’ll excuse me Ms. Evans, I’m going to go look for him. Meanwhile, you stay put.”
She did. She did not, however, manage to calm her nerves about meeting afore-mentioned Head-Boy; a 17 or 16-year-old supposedly mature, intelligent, sophisticated, and responsible. She wondered briefly for a moment about the existence of such a boy, but her mind quickly settled itself on one that embodied all of these things and more.
The door slid open again.
But it wasn’t James that walked through the doorway at all, making both their jaws drop; hers in shock and disappointment, his in shock and delight, unable to fathom his luck. No. It was Remus, of course, perfect, wonderful, sophisticated Remus that walked through the doorway.
“Lily! I’m so glad it’s you!” he grinned shyly at her, one of his hands traveling to the back of his neck, fidgeting nervously with something. “Has McGonagall been in? Am I late?”
He was fully standing in the room by now. “No, I think you’re fine. Come sit.” She said, petting the seat next to her softly. “Although… well, she is looking for you… but for now I think it’d be better if you just stayed put. Here. With me.”
He nodded, and Lily decided to risk something just as he started off on an explanation of how James and Sirius and Peter had held him up. She gently placed her hand on his.
“Remus,” she whispered softly, “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
And then Lily leaned in and did something she hadn’t done since last spring on that fateful Hogsmeade weekend, leaving them both flustered and confused.
She kissed him.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Some people called it ‘going steady.’ Other simply called it ‘dating.’ The term ‘engaged to be engaged’ was also making its way around Hogwarts.
But none of those mattered, because today she was given a little gift. Terminology didn’t matter here. It wasn’t from James; a ‘boyfriend’ she didn’t even have for all the right reasons. Instead, it was from Remus.
“It’s called a promise ring,” he had stated one day. “My dad gave my mom one when… when…”
“Hmmm?” she was almost too entranced by the beautiful ring to really hear anything. A silver band came together at the top to majestically display a small amethyst in the shape and design of a rose, ethereally framed by two diamond leaves on either side.
“The day he told her he loved her.”
Finally her head jerked up to look him square in the eyes. “What?” For a moment she saw James and not Remus, but a second later her head convinced her again that it had just been a mirage.
“I love you, Lily.” He took a deep, steadying breath. “In a way I always have, you know, ever since I first saw you. I… I know it’s supposed to be a promise ring, but that almost doesn’t seem good enough. Please Lily - I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I just… uh… I can declare it an engagement ring, right? Right, of course I can. Well… well, in that case,” he got down on one knee all of a sudden, “Lily Evans, will you marry me?”
“Oh my god… oh my god… yes! Of course I will, Remus!”
She had jumped into his arms, and he twirled her around and around.
This was unbelievable.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
This was the day. Her day. Her day of glory.
So far everything had gone absolutely perfectly. Her gown was gorgeous as was she, and she was nearing the moment where she would walk through those doors on her father’s arm and up to the altar.
The doors swung open.
He turned to look, catching her eyes, and smiled.
It wasn’t James standing there at all. It was Remus. James would never have stood there on her perfect day, wearing the perfect suit, the perfect grin plastered on his face. No. Not James. Only Remus.
She began her walk up the isle as the music played.
Wishes, hopes, dreams fulfilled; fate, destinies intertwining.
“We are gathered here today…”
She gazed into his amber eyes, traveling over his facial scars and his dark-blonde hair.
She had never seen so much love emitted by his eyes as today.
“I do.”
And she did. She really meant it.
And even later that night after they had apparated to Laguna beach, she still did, as it still wasn’t James gazing deeply into her eyes; it was Remus.
Even when he leaned in close and whispered I don’t wan to hurt you. Lily, he was still Remus, soft and sweet and beautiful Remus that lover dearly and cared for her.
He was so gentle, she almost felt no pain.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
“Are we all packed and ready?”
She watched him placidly as he frantically ran about their apartment.
Remus, of course. Not James. And she knew this because her dearly beloved Remus would never trip so clumsily in the face of such frenzy. Always composed. Always courteous. Always quiet. Always Remus.
“You can calm down , you know. My water hasn’t even broken yet!”
“Well, we have to be ready, and - OH!”
Her water had broken just then, finally, and he didn’t blubber and stumble and almost throw up, and he wasn’t James, because he was Remus, he really, really was, and he would always do things the right way, not like that fool James at all.
They arrived at the hospital in time for her contractions to start, and when they had gotten her all settled and ready in the private room, with no complications at all, Remus was at her side, not having sneaked off with Sirius in tow, leaving James and Lily and Peter wide-eyed when the paper-thin walls easily transmitted grunts and howls and moans and groans from the earlier-unused adjacent room.
No.
That had not happened.
Instead they had all been standing around her, supporting her through and through, Remus there to hold onto her hands until this whole ordeal was finally over.
Later on under the bright light of the Recovery Room, Lily Lupin was slowly recuperating. And she wasn’t along - no, Remus was always by her side, and when the door finally opened and her friends stepped inside, the little baby boy in their arms, she really couldn’t have been happier.
And even when she heard Sirius’ distant voice remark from somewhere far off and away from here, “Oy, he looks a lot like James, doesn’t he?” she really didn’t hear it; was sure of it, in fact, that this was just a figment of her imagination, there to taunt her and frighten her, because he didn’t, he really didn’t, but all she could really see was the little boys’ eyes, his magnificent emerald green eyes, like pools; deep green pools of wonder that seemed to never end and pierce her very soul.
He almost held a certain awesome power within his gaze, but he didn’t seem to reflect her very spirit in his eyes, and he didn’t make her scrutinize herself as if she was staring at herself in a mirror in the most reflective, revealing sense. She wasn’t shown her own deceptions, her own lies she told to herself.
And most importantly of all, Lily did not cry.
Title: 5 Things That Never Happened To Lily Evans
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairings: Lily-centric, Lily/Remus and hints at Lily/James
Warnings/Spoilers: Lily's crazy. Let's put it that way. :p
Word Count: 2,070
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Lily dislikes her reality and therefore substitutes her reality of choice instead.
“They all got me so upset last night, you know. Being so cruel to Severus. I myself find him quite amiable - I don’t know why Potter and Black have such a problem with him.”
The two teenagers walked along the cobblestone street that went right thought Hogsmeade, occasionally stopping here or there to point out something rather nice in a show window or anything along those lines.
It was a lovely spring day.
“I’m sorry they bother you so much. I can’t say I don’t agree with you, but I think they would bite my head off if they ever found out about it.” He chuckled lightly. “James hates him because you pay attention to Snape and won’t give him the time of day. Sirius on the other hand…”
Remus stopped. He didn’t go on and on about Sirius like he usually did. Lily smiled gratefully.
They walked on in a sort of silence that gave Lily time to study Remus.
He wasn’t attractive in a conventional way that girls were supposed to swoon over - tall, dark, mysterious, muscular and brooding - but he held something else inside of him that made Lily feel positively haunted in his presence. Maybe it was the way his dark-blonde hair fell boyishly into his face, and the way he always hated it whenever that happened. Maybe it was the way he would nibble on his lower lip when agitated or concentrated very hard on something, like her eyes or sometimes even lips. Maybe it was the two slashes going right across his face that he called scars. Maybe it was the way he always seemed so awkward, and then instead was the most elegant gentleman to ever walk the earth. Maybe it was his passion for books and le arning and school itself - so determined and hard working unlike rogue boys like James Potter or Sirius Black. Or maybe; maybe it as the way he would stare deeply into her emerald eyes he called radiating gemstones, before tilting his head slightly and leaning closer and closer and closer to her face, before something would happen and the moment would disappear as if it had never happened in the first place.
For as long as she could remember, Remus had been brown. He embodied the color like a tree its roots and bark and core. Very much like a tree, Remus was always stable and grounded and nurturing.
They continued on, walking more slowly with every step.
“Don’t blame James for his jealous behavior - I don’t. Would you like to stop here and get some ice cream?”
Ten minutes later, ice cream in hand, they continued walking, and had by now reached the end of the street, and, therefore, the woods.
“We can sit in the grass here, if you’d like. If James knew what I was doing today…”
But he stopped again suddenly, words of James’ never-ending love for Lily dying in his mouth before they were ever even given a chance. Instead, he continued differently as they both sat next to each other.
“You have just the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I know I’ve said it before, but has anyone else ever told you that? They are like little emerald gemstones; a precious rarity. Deep green pools of wonder that seem to never end. I could get lost in them, really, I could.”
His face was terribly close to hers, and the things he had said caused her to make a funny little noise - something between a whimper and a sigh. He didn’t say his usual “you all right there, Lily?” to make sure she was quite all right, she reassured herself. Instead, he didn’t anything, but leaned in even closer, slowly, carefully reaching for her lips with his, the space between them vanishing within an instant as she was made even more aware of their anxious breathing. She had been waiting for this moment more than anything. The soft touch of his lips on her own; his heavenly touch, almost too tentative for her liking, but his touch nevertheless, and his tongue finally snaking past her lips…
This was perfect, her head mused. This was just the way it was supposed to be.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Lily waited patiently in the little compartment reserved especially for the Head-Boy and Girl. She sat on the cushion-covered bench, back straight, legs off to one side, crossed at the ankle, hands folded properly in her lap.
The door opened slowly, and Professor McGonagall stepped inside, sliding it shut once more behind her.
“Ah, Ms. Evans, Mr.-“ she paused momentarily. “Well? Where is he?”
“I… I don’t know Professor. Who is it?” she was anxious to find out who she would be sharing living arrangements and quarters with for the year.
“You’ll find out as soon as he arrives. Or I find him. Whichever happens first. Now, if you’ll excuse me Ms. Evans, I’m going to go look for him. Meanwhile, you stay put.”
She did. She did not, however, manage to calm her nerves about meeting afore-mentioned Head-Boy; a 17 or 16-year-old supposedly mature, intelligent, sophisticated, and responsible. She wondered briefly for a moment about the existence of such a boy, but her mind quickly settled itself on one that embodied all of these things and more.
The door slid open again.
But it wasn’t James that walked through the doorway at all, making both their jaws drop; hers in shock and disappointment, his in shock and delight, unable to fathom his luck. No. It was Remus, of course, perfect, wonderful, sophisticated Remus that walked through the doorway.
“Lily! I’m so glad it’s you!” he grinned shyly at her, one of his hands traveling to the back of his neck, fidgeting nervously with something. “Has McGonagall been in? Am I late?”
He was fully standing in the room by now. “No, I think you’re fine. Come sit.” She said, petting the seat next to her softly. “Although… well, she is looking for you… but for now I think it’d be better if you just stayed put. Here. With me.”
He nodded, and Lily decided to risk something just as he started off on an explanation of how James and Sirius and Peter had held him up. She gently placed her hand on his.
“Remus,” she whispered softly, “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
And then Lily leaned in and did something she hadn’t done since last spring on that fateful Hogsmeade weekend, leaving them both flustered and confused.
She kissed him.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Some people called it ‘going steady.’ Other simply called it ‘dating.’ The term ‘engaged to be engaged’ was also making its way around Hogwarts.
But none of those mattered, because today she was given a little gift. Terminology didn’t matter here. It wasn’t from James; a ‘boyfriend’ she didn’t even have for all the right reasons. Instead, it was from Remus.
“It’s called a promise ring,” he had stated one day. “My dad gave my mom one when… when…”
“Hmmm?” she was almost too entranced by the beautiful ring to really hear anything. A silver band came together at the top to majestically display a small amethyst in the shape and design of a rose, ethereally framed by two diamond leaves on either side.
“The day he told her he loved her.”
Finally her head jerked up to look him square in the eyes. “What?” For a moment she saw James and not Remus, but a second later her head convinced her again that it had just been a mirage.
“I love you, Lily.” He took a deep, steadying breath. “In a way I always have, you know, ever since I first saw you. I… I know it’s supposed to be a promise ring, but that almost doesn’t seem good enough. Please Lily - I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I just… uh… I can declare it an engagement ring, right? Right, of course I can. Well… well, in that case,” he got down on one knee all of a sudden, “Lily Evans, will you marry me?”
“Oh my god… oh my god… yes! Of course I will, Remus!”
She had jumped into his arms, and he twirled her around and around.
This was unbelievable.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
This was the day. Her day. Her day of glory.
So far everything had gone absolutely perfectly. Her gown was gorgeous as was she, and she was nearing the moment where she would walk through those doors on her father’s arm and up to the altar.
The doors swung open.
He turned to look, catching her eyes, and smiled.
It wasn’t James standing there at all. It was Remus. James would never have stood there on her perfect day, wearing the perfect suit, the perfect grin plastered on his face. No. Not James. Only Remus.
She began her walk up the isle as the music played.
Wishes, hopes, dreams fulfilled; fate, destinies intertwining.
“We are gathered here today…”
She gazed into his amber eyes, traveling over his facial scars and his dark-blonde hair.
She had never seen so much love emitted by his eyes as today.
“I do.”
And she did. She really meant it.
And even later that night after they had apparated to Laguna beach, she still did, as it still wasn’t James gazing deeply into her eyes; it was Remus.
Even when he leaned in close and whispered I don’t wan to hurt you. Lily, he was still Remus, soft and sweet and beautiful Remus that lover dearly and cared for her.
He was so gentle, she almost felt no pain.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
“Are we all packed and ready?”
She watched him placidly as he frantically ran about their apartment.
Remus, of course. Not James. And she knew this because her dearly beloved Remus would never trip so clumsily in the face of such frenzy. Always composed. Always courteous. Always quiet. Always Remus.
“You can calm down , you know. My water hasn’t even broken yet!”
“Well, we have to be ready, and - OH!”
Her water had broken just then, finally, and he didn’t blubber and stumble and almost throw up, and he wasn’t James, because he was Remus, he really, really was, and he would always do things the right way, not like that fool James at all.
They arrived at the hospital in time for her contractions to start, and when they had gotten her all settled and ready in the private room, with no complications at all, Remus was at her side, not having sneaked off with Sirius in tow, leaving James and Lily and Peter wide-eyed when the paper-thin walls easily transmitted grunts and howls and moans and groans from the earlier-unused adjacent room.
No.
That had not happened.
Instead they had all been standing around her, supporting her through and through, Remus there to hold onto her hands until this whole ordeal was finally over.
Later on under the bright light of the Recovery Room, Lily Lupin was slowly recuperating. And she wasn’t along - no, Remus was always by her side, and when the door finally opened and her friends stepped inside, the little baby boy in their arms, she really couldn’t have been happier.
And even when she heard Sirius’ distant voice remark from somewhere far off and away from here, “Oy, he looks a lot like James, doesn’t he?” she really didn’t hear it; was sure of it, in fact, that this was just a figment of her imagination, there to taunt her and frighten her, because he didn’t, he really didn’t, but all she could really see was the little boys’ eyes, his magnificent emerald green eyes, like pools; deep green pools of wonder that seemed to never end and pierce her very soul.
He almost held a certain awesome power within his gaze, but he didn’t seem to reflect her very spirit in his eyes, and he didn’t make her scrutinize herself as if she was staring at herself in a mirror in the most reflective, revealing sense. She wasn’t shown her own deceptions, her own lies she told to herself.
And most importantly of all, Lily did not cry.