Lily pushed her sweaty hair out of her eyes, frowning over her diagram of a Mandrake plant. It may have been freezing on the grounds, but it was mercilessly hot inside the Herbology greenhouse where the first-year Slytherins and Gryffindors were having their lesson with Professor Sprout.
"Git," grumbled a voice directly beside Lily. She looked up at Severus, following his gaze to see James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, who were messing around and not doing their homework. Suddenly, James caught Lily's eye and grinned at her.
"Let it go, Sev," Lily said loftily, turning away.
"You think you're so wonderful." Lily marched up to James and Sirius's table in the common room, eyes blazing.
"Why yes," Sirius said, tilting back onto two legs of his chair and grinning at James. "Yes, we are."
"Severus is going to be in the hospital wing all night!" Lily cried.
"I didn't see you rushing to my aid last week when the greaseball set up that Trip Jinx in the Astronomy Tower last week!" James said indignantly. Lily rounded on him, green eyes narrowing into slits.
"That's because I hate you, James Potter, and I always will!" Lily snapped.
"Happy birthday, Evans," James said, swinging himself into the empty armchair beside Lily's in the common room. He tossed a package in her lap. Lily lifted her eyebrows.
"My birthday's not till next week," she said coolly, looking back to her Potions essay.
"Just open it," James told her. "I won't leave till you do."
Lily rolled her eyes and lifted the lid, pulling a silver necklace from the box. "A lightning bolt?" she asked confusedly, eyeing the pendant.
"For the lightning in your eyes," James said, wagging his eyebrows at her.
Lily glared at him. "Go to bed, James."
"Evans! Hey, Evans!"
Lily turned around, and James skidded to a halt, shocked. She was pale and thin, her eyes missing their usual glitter of annoyance. "What is it, Potter?" she asked dully.
"I—where've you been? Term started ages ago," James stammered.
Lily shrugged and rolled her eyes. "It's not your business. Family stuff," she said dismissively, turning to walk into the Great Hall with a crowd of passing Ravenclaws.
"Hey!" James said, catching her wrist. "Are you okay? Come on, you can tell me."
Lily faced him. "My father died. Now will you let go of me, please?"
James frowned, gazing across the common room at Lily Evans, who was organizing her Charms notes at a table in the corner.
"Okay, James, what's the most powerful property of a Mandrake root?" Remus read from his notes.
Lily's hair was catching the firelight in the most beautiful way, James thought. Suddenly, a pillow collided with the side of his head.
"What was that for?" he grumbled, throwing it back at Sirius, who lay on the hearthrug.
"You're not answering the study questions," Peter informed him. "You're spacing out."
James sighed and rolled his eyes, turning back to his friends.
James looked up, surprised to see Lily standing over him, holding up a folded piece of parchment. "Hey," he said warily. "Got my note?"
Lily stared coolly at him before nodding.
"So…you wanna go?" James asked slowly.
Lily glanced away quickly. "First of all, Potter, you should know that I don't like to be written cryptic little notes like we're first-years or something. Second of all, I—"
"Okay, okay," James said wearily, lifting his hands defensively. "I get it, Lily."
"Let me finish," Lily said, annoyed. "Second of all…I would like to go to Hogsmeade with you."
James didn't see Lily in classes all day. He asked Alice and Mary, but they hadn't seen her since early that morning.
Now a little nervous, James decided to walk about the castle to find his girlfriend. He tried the library, the Great Hall, but didn't find her until he went to the Owlery. She sat alone on the steps; her eyes were red and puffy. She looked away from James's gaze.
He sat down beside Lily, taking her hand. "What is it?" he asked.
Lily blinked, a tear falling down her cheek. "My mum wrote this morning. She's sick."
"I hope this Wolfsbane thing works," James said as Lily sat down on the sofa beside him. "He's locked in?"
Lily checked her watch. "Should be transforming any minute now." Tense silence filled the sitting room as they listened for snarling from the guest bedroom. Nothing.
Slowly, Lily stood. "We have to go see if he's okay."
Quietly, wands out, they went together to open the door of the bedroom. An enormous werewolf sat in the middle of the bed. After gazing at Lily and James briefly, Remus blinked and curled up on the quilt with a sigh.
"James!" Lily shrieked. "James, come here!"
James came hurtling into the room, wand drawn and glasses lopsided. "What is it—Lily, what—?"
"My robes don't fit!" Lily said, turning to face him. "They're too small!"
James stared at her.
"Okay, well, not really too small, I can still fasten them, but look!" Lily seized James's hand and pressed it against her stomach. There was a definite, but nearly imperceptible curve to her belly. "This is fantastic!" Lily said enthusiastically, practically floating with glee.
James laughed, putting his arms around her waist. "It's amazing," he agreed, before kissing her happily.
"Lily?" called Remus, following James upstairs to the nursery, where Lily held a whimpering, unhappy baby.
"He's really sick," she said to Remus. "We didn't know who to call, Sirius is away, we can't go to St. Mungo's—"
"Okay," Remus said, taking Harry. "Don't worry, he's going to be fine. James, get me ingredients for a Pepper-Up Potion—Lily, you're going to give Harry a bath to cool him down."
"When did you get so good with kids?" James wondered.
"I've been looking after you all for ten years, haven't I?" Remus asked, as Harry snuffled into his shoulder.
WOO! This is my super epic project of the last three days. Good lord. There will be 120 100-word drabbles documenting the same date over ten years for a specific couple. For example, Lily and James have January 19th, and we've just read ten drabbles for them. The next chapter will be ten drabbles about a date in February, with a different couple! Get it? Everybody with me? Ahhh you got this. We're hopping all kinds of generational lines here, so NOBODY PANIC. :) Kay love you all. Hope you have fun (AND PLEASSSSE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!).