A/N- This is actually losely based on Bambi 2. I love that movie!

This took me two days, non-stop writing except for meals and food shopping. I think it's the best thing I've written in months.

I had loads of help and support from Cool-mulle and she's helped me to sort the twists in the plotline. I could never have done it without you, love!

So here is the prologue. Enjoy and please read and review.

Love JLF xoxo

Disclaimer- Does the more time I spend writing Harry Potter fanfics make me own it? No? Then I guess it still begins to JKR. Wonderful woman!

Are You Coming?


"Coming… ready or not," James yelled across the sunny grounds of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The grass was glowing a luscious green under the shining sun. Students were all basking out in the warm summer's day.

As it was the last day of school, and the exams were over, no-one had to worry about studying and therefore were all participating in their own activities. Some were hanging their legs in the crystal waters of the lake where the Giant Squid lifted a lazy limb. Some students were playing games of exploding snap, while others were playing friendly games of Quidditch.

Bees were flying languidly over the grounds, their wings beating slowly. The blue sky was clear of all birds and the few clouds purred along like a white Persian cat hunting for a mouse.

Lily giggled from behind the tree, where she was hidden. She was playing hide and seek with her boyfriend of two years and nine months. They had nothing else that needed to be done and so had amused themselves in the most mature way possible, of course.

Lily was a pretty seventeen year old girl in her sixth year of Hogwarts. She was petit, with long red gold hair and two stunning emerald eyes. Her skin tone was a creamy white and her face was lined with light freckles. She was wearing a white blouse and her grey pleated school skirt. She had rolled her skirt up at her waist and her blouse at the sleeves in an attempt to keep cool. It wasn't working.

She could hear James' feet padding through the long grass surrounding the tree. She stifled another giggle and crept around the other side of the tree. She moved around so that she was standing behind him. He let out a sigh, as if to show he was disappointed he hadn't found her. She stood so that there was less than half a foot's width between them before reaching out and placing her hands on his broad shoulders.

He let out a yelp of surprise, before turning to face her. She let out a giggle as he turned his body fully around. He pushed her back so that she was pinned against the tree, placing his arms either side of her face. His eyes gazed into hers. Gorgeous hazel into the sparkling green. He moved forwards and Lily smiled softly, albeit, briefly, before his lips met hers in a searing kiss. His hands came to caress her cheeks, thumbing her skin lightly.

She laughed slightly against his lips.

He opened his eyes to favour her with an enquiring look, disguised as a raised eyebrow. "Did I do something funny, love?" he asked.

Lily shook her head silently and laughed harder. She placed her arms carefully around his neck and continued to laugh into the crook of it.

James gave her a longsuffering look; he took her hand in his and rubbed her palm with the pad of his thumb.

"It's just the look on your face…" she said hysterically.

She took a deep breath, sobering the look on her face and turning back to him. She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Sorry, James," she breathed.

He smiled, "perhaps you could make it up to me?"

Lily mirrored his expression, "you'd like that, hmmm?" she asked, moving closer to him.

Their lips were millimetres apart.

"Yeah, I would." James replied.

He kissed her tenderly.

"You like that, huh?" she asked softly, against his lips.

He kissed her again.

"You bet," he murmured.

"Prongs, that is incredibly nauseating," someone called from a few metres from where the couple were standing.

"Padfoot," James said, not turning around to greet his friend. "I was enjoying some alone time with Lily," he continued, not taking his eyes off his girlfriend.

Sirius rolled his eyes at James' back. Lily facing his way saw this and started giggling again.

"Now look what you've done!" James exclaimed. "You've only gone and started her laughing again. Do you know how hard it is to kiss those gorgeous lips when she's laughing her head off like that?"

Sirius growled slightly. "No, Prongs, I don't! She's your girlfriend, not mine!"

"Quite right, Padfoot, glad you noticed," James agreed.

Lily snorted and reached up to kiss him. "Love you," she whispered.

James smiled, "yeah."

Sirius made kissy-faces behind them. James turned to catch him making faces and high-pitched, breathy imitations of his girlfriend.

"If you're gonna be nasty, get lost so I can continue kissing Lily in peace," he snapped.

Sirius lifted his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. "Going, Prongs."

"Don't sound so upset, Prongs," Sirius joked.

"Bugger off!" James exclaimed, realigning his gaze to Lily who was still pinned against the tree. "Now, where were we?"

Lily smiled, and pressed a kiss against his lips to remind him. James wasted no time in deepening the kiss and pressing his tongue in between her lips. He swirled and searched, pressing and teasing. He pressed a kiss to her throat. "Summer's gonna be great, don't you think?"

Lily moaned as in came into contact with a sensitive spot. "Yeah. Are your parents gonna let you out?"

James' parents didn't approve of his relationship with Lily at all. The family was a really rich, business type family. They thought Lily didn't hold up to the standards of a rich business man's wife and they expected James to continue the business. They didn't like the thought of their son 'mucking around' with a woman he could obviously never marry (As his mother put it).

"I hope so," he said, pausing his trail of kisses, "so I get to see my beautiful, sexy girlfriend."

Lily smiled once again and gave him another kiss. "I've got to go, sorry," she said. "I promised to meet the girls."

She moved closer to him, so that her mouth was in line with his ear. "Meet me outside the room of requirement at six p.m.," she breathed, pressing her body seductively against his.

"Wouldn't dream of missing it," he replied huskily, bending to kiss her lips once again.

"Bye," she said quietly.

"See you later, love."

"Hey," James said, pushing off from the wall he'd been leaning on. "You're late," he stated.

"Sorry," she said, her eyes wide and full of sympathy. "Professor Slughorn started a conversation with me, and you know how hard it is to get away from him."

"Yeah," James agreed.

"Right, room of requirement. So glad you found this," she told him.

James had found the room of requirement the week before. He'd shown it to Lily the day after. "It'll be nice to finally have some privacy. We won't be disturbed." She raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to enter the newly-formed room.

He pushed the door open and froze, his mouth and eyes wide open in shock when he realised what Lily had asked for.

It was a room, bathed in blood red velvet. There was a huge Jacuzzi at one end of the room, and at the other end, there was a four poster, double bed, covered in red velvets and silk.

He turned to look at her. "Are you sure?" he asked, in disbelief.

Lily gave him a coy smile, searching his blank face. "I want to, James," she said nervously. "We've been together for a long time, and now we've found this place to be alone… I'm ready. I was hoping you were too."

James nodded, "it's a big step, Lil."

She lowered her gaze, "I realise that."

"I don't want you to think you have to do this for me," he said sweetly and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"No, I don't think that. But the same for you, gorgeous," she smiled, taking his arm gently.

He nodded, "I know." He allowed her to lead him into the room.

"I got the house elves to leave some food in here," Lily said, walking ahead of him.

James tightened his grip on her arm and spun her around, so she was looking at him. "Later…" he said hotly.

"Yeah, later…" she repeated, stroking his arm soothingly. She followed his gaze; his eyes were fixated to the bed.

"Are you okay?" she asked calmly.

"I'm perfect, love," he gave her an intense smile. "Ready?"

Lily grinned widely and nodded. He moved her around to the bed and they both lay out fully on it. Lily moved over to kiss him passionately.

"Lily," he breathed against her mouth, "you're my life."

Lily smiled and softly ran her fingers through his dark hair. "The feeling's mutual, James."

She felt nerves creeping along her skin and pulled his body closer. She could feel James' love for her sprouting from his veins. His hands were pressed onto her back, as his lips travelled down her body. Lily groaned slightly, enjoying every caress. She pressed a kiss to his hairline.

"James," she whimpered, "make love to me."

James didn't waste anytime as he helped her removed her clothes, and she his. That evening the young couple made love many times.

"Promise you'll stay with me forever," he said quietly, rubbing her naked side.

"Of course, silly," she replied. "I love you."

But forever was not Lily's to promise, another force of fate was pulling them apart. The two innocently fell asleep, not knowing this force was working against them.

The forest was silent as stag James crept through the undergrowth. He was looking for a red-gold doe. He pressed a hoof to a few leaves that had fallen. He dropped his graceful head to the ground, taking a long draught through his nose, searching for her scent. He snorted slightly, raising his head once again so that his antlers caught on a blossom-bush above him.

He ducked and cocked his head to either side until he managed to free himself from the branches. He then sped up into a gallop and continued to look for Lily.

He couldn't understand this, where was she? They'd agreed to meet at four p.m. and yet three quarters of an hour later, Lily was nowhere to be found. Lily was never more than five minutes late when meeting him.

It had been amusing at first. He'd thought Lily was continuing their game of hide and seek from the previous day. But after thirty minutes of searching through the forest, he was beginning to get worried.

He realised he had reached the end of the forest and heard a bicycle bell ringing. He saw it was Lily's old muggle, primary school friend, Carys. He turned back into his human form and rushed to her side. He grabbed onto the handlebars, catching his breath back.

"You…seen…L-Lily?" he panted.

"Yeah, James, I have, actually," she smiled at him.

He smiled back.

"She was walking down this road, towards the forest, then her parents drove down and picked her up and took her off," Carys told him.

His smiled faltered. "When was this?" he asked.

"About forty minutes ago," she replied.

"Well, in that case, I have to go and find out what's happened!" he exclaimed. He left the girl at a sprint, he couldn't charge around in his animagus form around the suburban settlement. He raced up Lily's terracotta drive and knocked quickly and loudly on the oak door of number fourteen.

There was a shuffling behind the door and James shifted his weight between his feet, anxious to see Lily and find the cause of the problem. The door opened and a balding man appeared. A small boy appeared behind him.

"Hello," the man said.

"Hi," James said, "Is Lily here?"

"Lily?" the man asked blankly.

"Lily Evans?" James asked, running a hand uneasily through his dark hair.

"Oh, the Evans' left, kid. We've just moved in tonight…"

James looked at him in absolute shock horror. "What?! Where have they gone?"

"I don't know sorry, mate. Sorry I can't be of more help, goodnight." He quietly closed the door. James moved to the end of the drive and leant against the chestnut tree he and Lily had spent the entire of last summer sitting and kissing in.

He sadly moved around the corner and apparated home. He walked up to the front door and unlocked it. He walked into the kitchen. His mother was sitting at the kitchen table eating a fruit salad prepared for her by their house elf, Wonky. He sighed, sitting at the table in the seat furthest away from his mother.

"Can you get me a butterbeer and some of those cookies you made earlier, Wonky?" James asked, setting his chin in the palm of his hands.

"What happened?" his mother asked.

"Lily's moved," James said, in a cold tone.

"What do you mean 'moved'?" she asked, struggling to keep the glee out of her voice at the implications of the phrase.

"Like it sounds…exactly. The Evan's have moved and I don't have a clue where they've gone," he replied grumpily.

His mother moved round behind him to place a comforting gesture on his back. "Don't worry, James, you can start dating real women now."


"She's not coming back," his mother said harshly. "Get used to it and move on."

"Damn you to hell, Mother," he said stubbornly. "I'm going out on the veranda, Wonky."

"Mum," Lily said, quietly walking into her new kitchen, where her mother was making dinner.

"Yes, honey?" Mrs Evans asked.

"I think I'm pregnant," Lily continued, biting her lip.

Mrs Evans dropped the glass bowl she was taking out of the cupboard. "Sorry?"

"I said I think I'm pregnant, mum," Lily repeated, tears shining in her green eyes.

"How would you be, Lily?" her mother asked, bending down to pick up the pieces of glass. "I mean, you've never even been with a man."

Lily bent to help her and Mrs Evans pushed her hand away. "Mum," Lily said slowly. "James and I slept together on the last day of school."

Mrs Evans raised her gaze. "Well that was stupid," she said sternly.

"No, cause I love him," she said, blushing at the statement's intensity.

"No you don't, Lily. You're too goddamn young to love someone…"


"Not even James…" her mother replied. "You're so stupid, Lily. Your father and I worked so hard to get you into Beaubatons and now, you won't be-able to go."

"I'm sorry, mum, but I didn't want to move," Lily said sharply.

Her mother frowned at her. "You'll have to have an abortion, you know."

Lily shook her head. "No way! My body, my life, my decision. This is mine and James' baby. I'm having it! Now I'm off to write to James to tell him."

"No, you're not! You're having nothing more to do with that boy. I knew he was trouble from the beginning. I told you, I warned you, Lily. And now you are in trouble!" her mother growled. "Fine, I'll make you a deal. Promise never to see him again and I'll let you keep the baby!"

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Lily cried, "what if James wants to know his child?"

"Tough luck on him!" her mother said loudly.


"Because, he's done this to you…"

"No, we did it together."

"What's going on? Lily, why are you raising your voice?" her father entered the room.

"James raped our daughter," Mrs Evans said

"What?" Mr Evans asked.

"Mum, he didn't force me! I suggested it, even." Lily exclaimed.

Mr Evans raised one eyebrow. "What's going on?" he asked the two women in a dangerous tone.

"Dad… I'm…" Lily hesitated.

"Potter got your daughter pregnant." Mrs Evans said coldly. "You won't see him again, Lily. Understand?"

"Yes, mother," Lily replied in defeat.

She left the room and padded up the stairs to her new bedroom. It was cold and bleak. She looked at a single picture of James and her that she always had by her bedside. She had a bad feeling about the future.

She pressed a slim hand to her belly.

"Don't worry, baby," she said, "you'll meet your daddy one day."

With that she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of James.