A/N- This is it. The last one. Finally. And for once, I have nothing to say.

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It was raining again. It thundered on the roof and splashed against the window, turning the normally warm and cosy bedroom into an icebox. Lily rolled over with a groan and wrapped herself in her warm patchwork quilt. Her feet were cold. James had left the window open again.

He was in the kitchen below her, clattering around and probably making a mess, all the while singing at the top of his voice. She lay there, listening to him pottering about, putting the kettle on, setting the breakfast table, and then coming up the stairs. She ran a hand through her tangled hair as he gently pushed the door open and entered, still singing. It was a cheerful song from a play they'd once seen together at Hogsmeade, and he didn't know all the words, so he would miss parts and make others up.

"One can wish on a falling star

Two can make the dream come true

It takes two baby. It takes two baby

It just takes two"

"Baby me and you." Lily chimed in. James grinned and yanked the quilt off her. He pulled her out of bed and handed her her fluffy green dressing gown and bunny slippers. "One will something something, two can make the light shine through. It takes two baby, it takes two…"

"Okay, okay. I'm up, I'm awake and I'm probably capable of coherent conversation, so you can stop with the cheery singing now."

He smiled. "Luckily, my cooking skills are better than my singing. If you'll follow me madam, there is a breakfast of fresh coffee, home made pancakes and golden syrup awaiting you in the kitchen."

"You're an angel," she winced at the unintentional pun. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You've put up with my singing and terrible jokes for nearly twenty five years."

"Have we really known each other for that long?" Lily asked, making a face. "That makes me feel so old."

"Don't worry. We're pushing up daisies. Expired. Passed on. We have ceased to exist. Lost the ability to breathe. In a better place. Permanently and totally disabled. Age shall not weary us." He draped an arm across her shoulder and steered her in the direction of the kitchen.

The house they 'lived' in now was identical in every way to their old home in Godric's Hollow. S they passed the locked door of Harry's nursery she felt James' arm tighten around her shoulder. She realised that she'd reached out and put her hand on the doorknob. She smiled bitterly- she hadn't seen him in fifteen years, but her first instinct every morning was still to check if Harry was awake yet. She dropped her hand sheepishly.

**It was the best room in the house. Originally it had been used as James' office, but as soon as she'd found out she was expecting she made him move all his stuff to the smaller room down the hall, because she wanted the baby to have the biggest room with a walk in closet. James wasn't exactly delighted that he had to move because of an embryo, but there was nothing as scary or determined as Lily once she'd made her mind up about something, so the move happened. **

"You know what today is?" James asked as he drowned his poor defenceless pancakes in golden syrup.

"Saturday?" Lily suggested, slicing a tiny square of pancake and neatly taking prim little bites.

James paused. "No, it isn't."

Lily shrugged. She didn't really know why James cared about the date. As far as she was concerned all that mattered was that when the sun was up it was day and when it went down it was night. She didn't care which day or night it was.

Unaffected by her disinterest, he continued. "Its Halloween. October 31st."

"Oh," was all she could say. "How many is that now?"


"Time flies."

"Are we having fun?"

Lily didn't answer. She picked up James' empty, sticky plate and her own barely touched breakfast. She dumped the dishes in the sink and turned on the tap.

"What are you going to do today?" James asked, putting the golden syrup back in the cupboard.

Lily shrugged. "Clean the house probably."

"You cleaned it yesterday."

Lily shook her head. "Déjà vu." She muttered under her breath.

**Lily stood at the sin, trying to shift the pumpkin goo off Harry's breakfast plate.

James leaned against the counter, cradling a pumpkin coated Harry against his hip. "I'm going to try and find our son underneath all this muck. What are you going to do today?"

"Probably clean the house."

"You cleaned it yesterday. You washed the windows. You vacuumed underneath the lounge. You even pulled out a stepladder and dusted the tops of the doorways. What's left to clean?"

"I'll find something. Harry's always messing things up." She glanced over her shoulder. "Don't look at me like I'm going mad. You're going stir crazy too. I seem to recall you deciding to paint the kitchen ceiling in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep."

James shrugged. "But I slept quite well afterwards."

"And the ceiling looks lovely. But it's not a normal thing to do. **

James wrapped his arms around her, seriously impeding her ability to wash the dishes. "Why don't you get out of the house? You could water the flowers."

"Why don't you do it?"

"Lily, it saddens me that after a quarter of a century you don't know that I can kill plants by watering them."

She smiled. "Sorry."

"You could go visit our new neighbours. They're nice, a young family of three. Arrived last Wednesday, died in a car accident."

James had a morbid fascination with the new arrivals to their neighbourhood. Lily used to attend all the welcoming barbeques and parties that the other residents threw for the newbies, but she found them depressing and eventually stopped.

"I'll go see them tomorrow." She said softly.

"I thought you didn't believe in tomorrow."

"I don't. Its just a polite way of saying that I intend to put off visiting them, probably forever."

**As far back as James could remember she hadn't believed in tomorrow. The first time he heard her mention it they'd been in second year, and Moony had asked what Lily planned to do after Hogwarts.

"How can I be sure I'll live that long?" she asked. "I don't believe in tomorrow, next week, next moth, next year. The only thing that's real is today."

It hadn't been a phase either. He'd thought she would eventually allow people to talk about the future with her, but she'd stuck firm to her disbelief. Even with important things.

On the last trip home from Hogwarts, he'd tried. "How about March for the wedding?"

Lily shrugged. "What if we die in a freak accident before then?"

James sighed in frustration. "We have to pick a date. Its not like we can just get married right now."

"Why not? Arabella has a nice white dress in her bag." **

Lily idly flicked her duster around the trinkets and photographs on the mantelpiece. She paused and picked one up, an enlarged picture of Harry sitting on the lounge room floor.

"Fifteen years." She whispered. She didn't know anything about those years, how he'd grown, what he'd done, where he'd gone. All she knew was that he was alive and he wasn't her baby boy anymore.

**Lily stared out the window into the darkness. Most of the trick or treaters had drifted home by that hour, and the lights were going out one by one as people went to bed.

She turned, knowing that James was behind her, and took his hands. She was uneasy. She knew that they were safe, but she couldn't help being worried. Peter was quiet and a bit odd, but she trusted him. Didn't she?

Always the perceptive husband, James squeezed her hand. 'Everything's okay."

"I know." She said. They both stood side by side and watched as a lone teen, dressed as a bunny rabbit, hurried down the dark street. "That's the last one. You officially missed Halloween."

"There'll be more." He paused, waiting for her to jump in with her speech about there being no tomorrow, but she didn't say anything. "Next Halloween, or the one after, possibly the Halloween after that, we'll be fine. No fear, no hiding, no Secret Keeper, no You-Know-Who. Just you, Harry and me being a normal family. And after Halloween there'll be Christmases and Easter and birthdays. When Harry's older we can go on holidays, to Hogsmeade and the seaside and to the Quidditch World Cup."

Lily smiled. "Just us three?"

"Well, no. Harry needs a sister to torture. Four of us. You, me, Harry and Rose. They'll both go to Hogwarts and be Quidditch players and prefects. He'll spend most of his life in detention for various crimes ranging from harmless pranks to beating up any of his friends that try to date his sister. She will, of course, be an angel like you were."

"You spend a lot of time thinking about the future, don't you?"

"You don't spend any time thinking about the future. I have to think twice as much to make up for it."

Above, Harry began to cry. "I'll go." Lily offered, pulling away. "I'll settle him down, then I think I'll go to bed."

"Okay. Happy Halloween, Lily."

"I'll see you tomorrow, James." **