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Chapter 2 : Forgiving Facts
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James still couldn’t believe life could be so good, or that the growing threat of Voldemort could be pushed so far back in his mind.
Tonks had slipped out of her bedroom during the dead of night, unable to sleep. Thinking maybe she’d head to the kitchen for something to drink, she noticed a light on in the library, across the corridor from the closed door of the study, which was now a room avoided at all costs by the Marauders. She meant to quietly slip into the library with a light knock on the door, but ended up tripping over the threshold and landing flat on her face.
“Careful, hun; you’ll break your nose doing that,” Jasmine said to her, not turning from her seat by the fireplace.
“Like I haven’t already,” Tonks muttered more to herself than to her aunt. (Nonetheless, Jasmine faced her with an amused grin.) “What are doing at this hour anyway?”
“Contemplating life,” Jasmine answered simply, returning her stare to the glow of the fireplace.
Tonks snorted. “Mind if I join you then?” she asked, sitting down next to the other witch.
“Please do,” Jasmine answered unnecessarily.
James, seeing that Lily was lying awake, staring at the ceiling, sighed loudly to get her attention as he slid into bed next to her.
When James noticed his wife’s eyes hadn’t left the ceiling, he too stared up at it, and sighed again.
Sighing herself, Lily pushed herself up and asked again, “What?”
He pushed his own body up so his back was resting on the headboard. He extended his arm around her, and she leaned into his chest.
“I’ve been thinking, Miss Potter…”
Something about those words didn’t sound right to Lily. She lifted her head from its comfortable position atop her husband’s chest. “’Miss’?”
“Well it’s been a while,” James answered simply.
Lily stared at him, open-mouthed in disbelief, unable to ask the “What?!” she felt forming in her throat. She managed to grumble out, “James Potter, so help me, if you say that we aren’t married, I’ll-”
“Only for a minute.”
“I don’t believe you!”
“It’s just been such a while; I thought it would benefit the both of us if you agreed to marrying me again.”
For a moment, Lily sat in silence, looking down at James, still resting comfortably against the bed. “What?” Her voice held nothing of the angry disbelief it had been full of only moments before.
Smiling, James held out her wedding ring.
James just continued to smile. “Lily, will you marry me?”
Lily looked into his smiling, mischievous, and loving eyes, and gave a smile back to him. “Yes… Yes, of course! …James…” She met his lips with her own.
“So what’s keeping you up?” Jasmine asked her niece.
“Everything okay with you and Remus?”
“Yes,” Tonks answered, almost a bit too quickly.
“Come on, you can tell me. What’s up?” Jasmine said, edging her niece to tell her.
Nymphadora drew her knees up and hugged them to her chest, using them as a chin rest. “I thought he… I thought he was going to propose,” she answered quietly.
“Oh, well…” Jasmine put her arms around the witch and hugged her close, kissing the side of her head. “Why not drop the hint? Maybe he’ll get it.”
She snorted with disbelief. “I don’t think we’re talking about the same Remus, Auntie J.”
With a shrug, Jasmine asked, “You want me to push him underneath it as you drop it?”
“No thanks; I’d kind of like him to live if he doesn’t get the hint, and if he missed it, you’d probably continue pushing him right off a cliff or something.”
Jasmine chuckled. “Whatever you say, hun,” she replied softly.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Gryffindor Common Room, discussing their new professor, a woman named Umbridge whom Harry knew from his trial.
“But what can the Ministry really do against Dumbledore at Hogwarts?” Ron asked.
“Honestly, Ron, didn’t you listen to Professor Umbridge’s speech? They’re going to do whatever they can to gain control of the school and throw Dumbledore out. That’s the main reason they positioned Umbridge here in the place.”
“But- but, Hermione! Dumbledore is still Headmaster, and this school is full of Or—Ow!” Hermione had kicked Ron, hard, to stop him from saying ‘Order members’.
“Ron!” she hissed quietly. “We’re not supposed to know anything, and neither is the Ministry!”
“But we’re not in the Ministry!”
“No, but the Ministry is here, we have to be careful what we say.”
“Not when we’re alone in the Common Room,” Ron insisted.
“We won’t be alone much longer if you two keep bickering,” Harry said, but Ron and Hermione both ignored the statement.
“They could be listening inside the Common Room, Ronald. Rita Skeeter wasn’t the only one able to sneak around Hogwarts; and you can bet the Ministry will be behind Umbridge in whatever she does.”
“That still doesn’t mean-”
“I’m going to bed,” Harry said loudly, tired of listening to his friends’ constant arguing. They either didn’t hear him or again chose to ignore him. The way they were going at it, Harry could honestly think it was the former.
Instead of going to bed once he got to his dormitory, Harry dug into his trunk for a small package wrapped in brown paper that his father and Sirius had pulled him aside to give him shortly before he left Grimmauld Place. Sitting on his bed, he opened it, carefully, and looked curiously at the mirror that fell out. He read the inscription on the back: ‘HARRY – THIS IS A THREE/TWO-WAY MIRROR. IT USED TO BE MINE, AND SIRIUS AND JASMINE HAVE THE OTHER TWO. WE USED TO USE THEM WHEN IN SEPARATE DETENTIONS. SINCE PADFOOT HAS GRACIOUSLY AGREED TO SHARE HIS WITH ME, I AM GIVING MINE TO YOU. JUST SAY THE WAY OF WHOMEVER YOU WANT TO TALK TO, AND THEIR FACE WILL APPEAR IN YOUR MIRROR, AND YOU’LL BE ABLE TO TALK WITH THEM. LOVE, DAD’
Harry smiled, looking at the last two words. They meant more to him than the mirror itself or anything else James had written. Harry wondered if it was too late to use it. Judging by the shouts he could still hear down in the Common Room, he doubted Ron would be up anytime soon.
He put a Silencing Charm around his bed, and turned the mirror over in his hand. He smiled again, running his finger over the word ‘PRONGS’ elegantly engraved into the bottom of the mirror. After fourteen years of being an orphan, it was so hard for him to believe his parents were really alive when he wasn’t with them.
“James Potter,” Harry said clearly into the mirror.
Harry had only been talking with his father for a few minutes when Ron burst into the room, waking everyone up.
“HARRY, HARRY!” he shouted.
“Gotta go, love you, bye,” Harry said quickly, shoving the mirror under his pillow so no one would discover it. After all, he had been told to keep it secret, and he wasn’t ready to share it with anyone yet, even Ron.
“What, Ron?” Harry asked, after taking down the Silencing Charm.
“Geez, Weasley, go to bed!” one of the other boys yelled, annoyed and tired.
“Me and Hermione! No… Um, Hermione and me! We, Hermione… !”
“We kissed! Harry, we kissed!”
“Was that worth waking us all up for?”
Harry and Ron ignored him.
“I don’t know what happened… We were arguing, and then, just all of a sudden, we were snogging!”
“That’s great, Ron!” Harry said, glad to see his friend so happy.
“Mate, I kissed a girl,” Ron said, somewhat proudly, as if the entire truth of it was just sinking in.
“I don’t care if you banged the Giant Squid, just shut up so we can get back to sleep!”
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