Chapter Thirteen

A/N: I only own my OC's (who are dead). Sorry, I've been busy and well forgot about this story. *sad face* *dodges projectiles* HEY! At least I'm updating!

In the weeks after the dance, the rumor that James Potter and Lily Evans were dating spread throughout the halls of Hogwarts. This was second to the rumor that James had managed to castrate John Smith that night at the dance.

"Yeah right," James brushed off the rumor when it reached his ears, though he didn't deny that he liked the idea. He just didn't want to talk about it because that would probably lead to them talking about the event that had occurred in June. He just wasn't ready.

"Why not?" Sirius, who had been the person who had brought the rumor to his friend's attention, demanded. "All you do is lie about your room, or in the library, or run us ragged on the Pitch."

"Weren't you the one pining over her for six years?" Remus asked from his spot on the couch in the Head Common room. Peter was sleeping in the regular dorms.

"Whatever," James shrugged and walked out of the room. He didn't need that right now, and more importantly he didn't want Lily getting hurt because of him. He already had his siblings' blood on his hands—he didn't want Lily's as well.

"James!"

James turned around, expecting to see Sirius or Remus trailing after him but to his surprise Lily was chasing him down. He thought his heart had stopped at the sight of her red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and her pants instead of the uniform. Her green shirt seemed to bring out the color of her eyes even more, and James couldn't stop staring.

"Hey Lily," he choked out.

"Forget we had a prefects meeting today?" Lily asked with a smirk. James didn't know why she was treating him differently, but he liked it. It was nice to know she didn't completely hate him.

"Ah," James nodded, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "Sorry, had a lot on my mind."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Lily chuckled and grabbed his hand to lead James to the meeting. They both knew that he'd probably avoid it anyway unless there was some motivation. Before entering the room, Lily stopped suddenly and held James back, causing the raven-haired boy to raise an eyebrow in inquiry.

"The other prefects want to make a memorial in your sisters' honor," Lily said in a low voice so the others wouldn't hear. "Edgar Bones talked to me yesterday, while you were at practice."

James really didn't know what to say. While he was honored that the other prefects cared about his sisters enough to do this, he also didn't want to think about it. Hell, he still hadn't talked about it with Sirius, let alone anyone else.

"You can shoot down the idea," Lily said quickly, as if knowing what he was thinking. "Or you don't have to go if you approve."

James sighed. At least he wouldn't have to hear about it even if he did approve.

"Thanks Lils," James shot her a small grin. "Tell the others I approve. Just tell them I got detention or something. They'll buy that."

Lily nodded and watched him walk off. It felt strange, the fact that the Marauders had not once pulled one of their (amusing) pranks. It didn't feel like Hogwarts without it. Shaking her head, she walked into the meeting alone.

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James could be found on the other side of the lake, skipping rocks and pondering Lily's new attitude towards him. She spent six years hating the ground he walked on and now she was being…nice? It was too weird.

"Hey Potter," some passing students nodded in his direction. James waved but didn't say anything. Those who weren't his friends wanted to know everything about what happened as much as those who were his friends.

"Mate?" a soft voice came from behind James, pushing him out of his thoughts and almost shoving him into the water.

"Damn it Sirius!" James shouted, annoyed that Sirius had finally gotten him alone. So much for lurking in solitude like he'd planned.

"Thought you had a Prefects meeting today," Sirius said as he sat down next to his best friend. Sirius ignored the shouting, because that's what James did when you surprised him. Honestly, Sirius would have been worried if he hadn't gotten that reaction.

"Did everyone know about that meeting but me?" James asked, sitting down next to Sirius.

"Peter didn't."

"That's Peter though," James countered, rolling his eyes as he continued to skip rocks. "You know how bad his memory is."

"True," Sirius conceded. There was a moment of silence that James thought could possibly be the best moment of silence he ever experienced. Not talking was better than talking about that night. Unfortunately, Sirius didn't see it that way.

"When did it happen?" he asked and James stiffened.

"Mate, I don't—"

"I don't care," Sirius almost growled, causing James to look at him in surprise. "The Potters were my family too, in case you forgot Prongs. Don't I at least have the right to know when it happened?"

James sighed. Sirius was right, surprisingly. His mum and dad had taken Sirius in the summer before Sixth Year after he arrived at their door, soaked to the bone from a summer storm. Since then, the Potters had been a second family to him.

"The day of the Potter reunion," James muttered.

"What?" Sirius asked, startled out of his intensity by James' answer.

"It was the day of the Potter reunion," James said, louder since he figured there was no conceivable way to get out of this conversation. "Everyone was there, and Mum said I had to attend."

"That was the day that I asked you to visit my new flat?" Sirius asked and was kicking himself. He should have been there. Sure, he wasn't a Potter by blood but Mrs. Potter had owled him an invitation anyway. Maybe an extra fighter could have….

"Yeah," James said with a glum smile as he looked out toward the lake. "Mum was so fierce of trying to keep the war away from us."

"Why didn't you tell me? That day on the train?" Sirius asked James, lowering his voice to avoid any passersby from hearing. "Mate?"

"I…I didn't want to admit it," James said, a hesitant note in his voice. "Admitting it would have been the final—"

"You don't have to say anymore James," Sirius said with a knowing look in his eyes. Saying it aloud would have made it final. Sirius had gone through that for a few weeks after the death of his Great-Uncle right after Fifth Year ended. Sirius knew that he had to change the topic and quickly; if pressed too much James would just clam up. "So why aren't you at the Prefects meeting?"

"Lily said the other Prefects wanted to do something to honor Amy and Katyln," James told him. "She said I could skip if I wanted to."

"Nice of her," Sirius said, with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Thought she would just make you sit through that."

"She's a little more sympathetic than you think," James said and then a thought struck him. All the prefects wanted to make a memorial for his sisters but what about Lily's parents? What about all the muggle borns who lost family due to the Death Eaters and Voldemort? Where was their memorial?

"Sirius?"

"Yeah mate?" Sirius looked over to see a familiar gleam in his best friend's eyes. Only this time, Sirius didn't know what it could possibly mean.

"Run back to the dorm and get Moony will you? I've got an idea."