Chapter 1 : A Day in the Life
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Lyrics are "A Day in the Life" by The Beatles.
I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grave
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.
Lily Evans closed the file, shoved the photographs back in it, and pushed it to the side of her desk. It made her sick to see the kind of things the Death Eaters were doing to muggles. They made it look like they were killing themselves so muggle authorities wouldn’t be suspicious. Aurors, however, knew it was the Death Eaters. There were magical traces left. Lately at St. Mungo’s she’d been interviewing survivors of attacks. Muggles and wizards alike were coming in by the dozens a day. It made her wish she was an innocent first year again. She almost wished she weren’t an auror so her family wasn’t in danger.
She thought of her mum and dad, even of her snotty sister Petunia. They were her life. She loved them, even if Petunia was a sore on the bum. Petunia had her moments, though, where she really was kind. When Lily broke up with her boyfriend over the summer between fourth and fifth years, Petunia had listened to her. It was strange, but she’d felt the sisterly connection between them. No matter what her sister called her, be it a freak even, they were sisters, and Lily loved her.
She picked up the Daily Prophet and began reading.
I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
but I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to turn you on
The part that made her feel even worse? The ministry was trying to cover up the whole thing. Freak accidents, no dark witches or wizards. It was insulting to the memories of those who died. People believed the ministry. And why shouldn’t they? Why shouldn’t they trust the people who are supposed to protect them? It was sickening. Lambs to the slaughter, Lily thought. It made her want to cry and be held by someone. And that someone had a name that started with a J and ended in “ames.”
There was a knock at her office door. She quickly wiped the tears away. “Come in.”
“You alright, Evans?” asked James Potter. Lily was glad it was him.
“Yeah, I’d just…sneezed…” She was a horrible liar. She could feel herself turning red and the tears welling up again.
“Hey, Lils, it’s ok…” James came around the side of the desk and crouched before her. He took her hands and handed her a handkerchief. She dabbed at her eyes, silently scolding herself for crying in front of him.
“I just want all of this to be over, Potter. I want my family to be out of harm’s way. I’m sick of always wondering if I’m going to get an owl that my parents or my sister and her husband are dead. I don’t want this anymore.”
James sighed. “Oh Lily. Lovely Lily…” he whispered as he embraced her. She loved that nickname now. She used to hate it, when he used it to tease her. She pulled away a little and looked into his eyes right before she kissed him.
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in second splat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
Her eyelids fluttered open. The sun was sparkling through the ice-crusted window. It’d be an unusually cold Halloween. She began to sit up in bed when she realized there was someone with her. She quickly looked under the covers and realized she was wearing the same thing she’d worn the previous day. She looked around. It wasn’t even her flat.
Oh bugger. I went home with Potter. This had been a huge mistake. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten involved with anyone. Too many chances she’d get her heart broken. She looked over at him. He was curled up with one arm around her waist. She gently tried to wiggle out from under his arm. He whimpered and tightened his grip.
“Potter. Potter, wake up. We need to get to work, Potter. At least, I do. Potter, let go of me.” She knew he was pretending to sleep. He wasn’t that good an actor.
His eyes flew open. “Lily, of all the things you could say to me, the one thing you know I’ll say no to is ‘let go of me.’”
She rolled her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood for jokes. She got out of the bed, put on her shoes, and grabbed her wand.
“I’ll see you at work, James.” With that, she disapparated and left a very confused, very hurt boy in her wake.
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on
“Lily, we need to talk.”
She didn’t need to look up from the paperwork she was filling out to know who it was. She closed her eyes and sighed, wishing this wouldn’t happen today.
“Yes, James? What is it?” She finally risked looking up at him. He obviously wanted answers.
How did she explain to him that for the past three years, she’d been crazy in love with him? How did she explain that she’d pretended to hate him to try and protect him? How would she explain anything?
“Lily, we’re past the point of denial. We both know I’ve been crazy about you since first year. Last night was the first hopeful sign I’ve had in years that I might be doing this right. I’m in love with you, Lily. Always have been, always will be.”
She looked at him. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She loved him. She always did, she always would.
But she couldn’t let herself get hurt.
“James, listen to me. I know how you feel. I don’t want to hur—”
Before she could finish, James Potter had her in his arms, kissing her. She didn’t know that a year from then, she’d be saying vows to love and cherish him always, or that another year from then they would celebrate the birth of their first son, Harry. She didn’t know that the following Halloween after his birth would be her last day alive, or her last day to lounge around the house, listening to the radio and dancing with James as Harry watched from his high chair. She just knew she needed to take it one day at a time. A day in the life that was hers, soon to be theirs.
And in that dark time, that day was a slight glimmer of hope for the world.
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