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. Unfortunately, our graphics are still being processed ;D so our actual update is a little late. However, to make up for it, here is a small tidbit of L/J. This does not have the same focus as OTLW will, and it takes place later on in their lives. Our True Love Ways will begin at their birth, and will proceed as such. This is simply a small little one-shot that I wrote to make up for the lateness (:
Sorry and thanks for being patient!
The five of them were sprawled out on the grass, underneath the dappled shade of an oak tree. The scene was almost disgustingly postcard-like, Lily noted, glancing at the red and white gingham blanket that Remus had dug out from his attic. There was a picnic basket lying in the middle of it, and Peter was reaching in for one of the ham-and-cheese sandwiches that Lily had made that morning. Sirius and Remus were tangled up in each other, their faces close, noses brushing once in a while. James was fiddling with a muggle camera, black hair messy as ever and shining in the light of the sun. Lily could hear him muttering, and she was absolutely sure that they were inappropriate words.
Their reunion—which at first had spawned from a few joking comments that Sirius and Lily had made in her journal—had at first been scheduled for once a year, but quickly changed into once a month in the midst of the stress from the War. It was their safe haven: a place where they could pretend that they were still students in Hogwarts, that their lives hadn’t changed and been scarred, that they hadn’t all sobbed at night and dreamt of dark red blood on their fingers, bright lights flashing in front of their eyes.
It wasn’t hard to do: they piled into Lily and James’ backyard and sat there, casting illusion charms to pretend as if they were somewhere far away. It was silly, they knew it, but it was addicting, too. And it was vital. Every time a Dementor approached Lily, she would recall this feeling, the breeze on her neck and the sun on her skin. This sense of sanity that was provided only by the meeting of five close friends.
And, in a little muggle baby-carrier, a tiny little boy with eyes like his mother and hair jet black as a crow. Lily bent over him and smiled, her hand brushing over the smooth, unmarred paleness of his forehead. James called out to her, and she turned, only to be half-blinded by the flash of a camera. Even as bright spots danced in front of her eyes and she pretended to chastise James, her heart swelled with happiness.
This was it. If they had each other, come what may, they could survive anything. There was nothing in the world that could touch them. She laughed, bright and clear, wrapping her arms around James and hugging him tightly. If only this were a moment that could last for eternity, this feeling of peace and contentment. If only they lived like this forever.
Before their next reunion, Lily and James Potter would be dead. Sirius Black would be locked up in Azkaban, Peter Pettigrew pronounced brutally murdered, and Remus Lupin left to pick up the pieces. By the next year, young Harry Potter would carry the scar that would make him famous and seal his fate.