TM -- You've Been Granted One Wish. What Is It?
Congratulations! You've been granted one wish. What is it?
“Happy birthday to you!” Lily was startled from her afternoon nap by her husband who was singing loud and off key. She blinked twice to remove the sleep from her eyes and adjust to the light, messy haired and confused at the sudden noise. “Happy birthday to you!”
“Happy birthday, Dear Lily!”
She hid a wince at the unnatural note that James Potter had just hit and she smiled as he moved to lean over and kiss her nose. “Happy birthday to you!”
The redhead sat up on the couch and watched as her husband perched with a smooth sort of ease on the arm of the sofa, using his wand to light the candles on a small chocolate cake that hovered in midair before them. “Twenty one years old.”
“Am I really that young?”
He kissed her. “I know. I feel ancient too.”
Lily grinned against her husband’s lips. “I would have never guessed the way you carry on. You have about as much energy as Harry.” She paused then, green eyes sweeping across the living room. “Where is Harry?”
As if on cue, the door swung open and Sirius Black stepped in as if he owned the place, baby Harry in his arms. He was smiling, the wide smile that always called to Lily’s mind the old Newfoundland shepherd dog she had had as a child.
“Sirius.” Lily greeted and she grinned at her son who smiled in recognition and squirmed in his godfather’s arms. “Harry!”
Sirius moved to place the boy in his mother’s arms. “Happy birthday, Lils.” There was a beat and he lifted a brow. “May want to put out the candles before they start…” he gestured, “…melting.”
“Wha-Oh!” James flicked his wand again and the waxy trail stopped though the flames did not. “You’re just in time, Pads.”
Sirius smiled and flopped into a chair. “Make a wish, Lily.”
Lily looked thoughtful and she kissed her son’s head before she closed her eyes and blew.
I wish that this war would end so that Harry could grow up in peace.
****
There are three answers when someone makes a wish.
Yes. No. Later.
Lily’s birthday wish was to be granted nine months and a day after she had made her wish.
As Albus Dumbledore saw to her and James’ funeral arrangements and Sirius Black stood in the midst of a wrecked street, laughing, the world was settling into peace. Harry would grow up for eleven years away from war.
The lives lost were well worth those eleven years. For even if her son was unloved and neglected, he was safe; the war had ended. There was peace.
It wasn’t quite what Lily had in mind when she had pressed her eyes closed tight and blown out her candles.
But her wish was granted none the less.
Muse: Lily Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 453
“Happy birthday to you!” Lily was startled from her afternoon nap by her husband who was singing loud and off key. She blinked twice to remove the sleep from her eyes and adjust to the light, messy haired and confused at the sudden noise. “Happy birthday to you!”
“Happy birthday, Dear Lily!”
She hid a wince at the unnatural note that James Potter had just hit and she smiled as he moved to lean over and kiss her nose. “Happy birthday to you!”
The redhead sat up on the couch and watched as her husband perched with a smooth sort of ease on the arm of the sofa, using his wand to light the candles on a small chocolate cake that hovered in midair before them. “Twenty one years old.”
“Am I really that young?”
He kissed her. “I know. I feel ancient too.”
Lily grinned against her husband’s lips. “I would have never guessed the way you carry on. You have about as much energy as Harry.” She paused then, green eyes sweeping across the living room. “Where is Harry?”
As if on cue, the door swung open and Sirius Black stepped in as if he owned the place, baby Harry in his arms. He was smiling, the wide smile that always called to Lily’s mind the old Newfoundland shepherd dog she had had as a child.
“Sirius.” Lily greeted and she grinned at her son who smiled in recognition and squirmed in his godfather’s arms. “Harry!”
Sirius moved to place the boy in his mother’s arms. “Happy birthday, Lils.” There was a beat and he lifted a brow. “May want to put out the candles before they start…” he gestured, “…melting.”
“Wha-Oh!” James flicked his wand again and the waxy trail stopped though the flames did not. “You’re just in time, Pads.”
Sirius smiled and flopped into a chair. “Make a wish, Lily.”
Lily looked thoughtful and she kissed her son’s head before she closed her eyes and blew.
I wish that this war would end so that Harry could grow up in peace.
****
There are three answers when someone makes a wish.
Yes. No. Later.
Lily’s birthday wish was to be granted nine months and a day after she had made her wish.
As Albus Dumbledore saw to her and James’ funeral arrangements and Sirius Black stood in the midst of a wrecked street, laughing, the world was settling into peace. Harry would grow up for eleven years away from war.
The lives lost were well worth those eleven years. For even if her son was unloved and neglected, he was safe; the war had ended. There was peace.
It wasn’t quite what Lily had in mind when she had pressed her eyes closed tight and blown out her candles.
But her wish was granted none the less.
Muse: Lily Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 453