Hello Everyone, So I have a lot of explaining to do. I haven't updated this in about a year I know! I apologise to anyone who bothers coming to read this chapter after so long. I hope you do enjoy it though. It's almost six in the morning and I've been writing it for five hours. There's just a little note to try and get some sympathy, or equal out the annoyance at not getting an update. This is the end chapter. Enjoy =] xoxoxox

Lily

Someone was knocking the door. Not a friendly enquiring knock, but one of anger: trying to get in.

My lips were trembling as I turned to look at James, love of my life James.

"James, it's him. It's him." I repeated, my voice shaking, tears pouring down my face instantly. I was crying. Thunder was roaring outside as the knocking intensified. With every knock a shiver ran down my spine. My stomach twisted itself into knots and I had the overwhelming urge to throw up.

"Lily, stay calm. Take Harry upstairs, run, hide, do whatever you can," James told me quickly, his eyes looking as petrified as I felt.

"James, I can't lose you," I replied, grabbing his arm as he picked up his wand from the table.

"You won't, now run Lily. Keep you and our boy safe." The thunder outside was met by strikes of lightening which seemed to hit close by.

"I love you, I love you so much James." And with that I was running; over to the play pen where two hours earlier I had set my little boy down.

"Come on Harry darling, it's okay, mummy's going to look after you," I cooed as I picked my young boy up. He wasn't crying, Harry never really cried unless he had a reason to. Curiosity shone in his round face and I smiled at how he had no idea what was going on. Completely oblivious to the danger the three of us were in.

"Lily, run!" James shouted; right after our front door was shattered to a thousand pieces. My gaze caught a glimpse of a dark cloaked wizard, but for the sake of Harry I could not stand and confront this intruder.

I ran, looking in the rooms of the house for somewhere to hide Harry. I didn't care if there was no hope for my life to be saved; I needed to know my son would be alright.

I ran up the stairs, going into Harry's room and shutting the door behind me. I set Harry down in his crib just as a loud shout of pain echoed through the house. James.

I stroked my little boy's hair quickly, telling him everything would be alright as his eyes drooped sleepily shut.

And then I ran. Out the bedroom door, closing it quietly behind me as I ran to see where my husband was.

"James!" I shouted, not seeing anyone around me in the living room. There was another shout of pain and I ran to the kitchen to see the love of my life writhing in pain on the tiled floor, the dark and evil cloaked figure standing above him, torturing him. He had no reason to, he knew Harry was here, he was simply torturing him because he could. My eyes clouded over in anger and I pulled out my wand.

"Leave him alone!" I screamed, throwing as many hexes as I could before the other men surrounding Voldemort got a chance to come near me. My wand was quickly knocked out of my hand and I was thrown to the floor by a powerful force. I glanced over at James; tears streaming down my face at his bloodied body. The only thing I could make out on his face were his lifeless eyes. My heart seemed to stop, but a force within me made me get up and start to run. I had to protect my son; I couldn't let anything happen to him. My heart was dead in my chest as I reached Harry. My poor little boy had no idea he was about to lose both his parents.

"Harry darling, I love you. So does daddy, we love you very much, nothing is going to happen to you," I told him softly, the tears dripping from my chin and hitting his little face. The door burst open and I turned to see that Voldemort was standing in the doorway. I could barely see him because of the tears in my eyes.

"Step out of the way." He ordered me, pointing his wand at my face, "or suffer the same fate as your husband."

"I won't let you touch my boy. He's a child for Merlin's sake! Leave him alone!" I shouted. Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and I didn't hesitate in blocking the flash of green from hitting my child. My entire world went black.

I woke up with a scream, my hair stuck to my face as I found myself sweating. The curse was over, so how was I still dreaming about James and me in the future? But this hadn't been in the near future, this had been when me and James were in our twenties. We'd had a child. Harry. Was this just a dream? Some sort of messed up nightmare that actually meant nothing more than a dream? My heart was racing in my chest as I looked around the girls dorm room, swallowing loudly in an attempt to get rid of the dryness in my throat.

I looked over at the time seeing that there was no one around. It was seven o'clock, James would be getting his results right about now and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be sleeping. We couldn't have shared the dream. This wasn't part of the curse; it had just been a nightmare.

As I got dressed into normal clothes seeing as I wasn't attending classes at the moment, parts of the dream revolved around my head. Voldemort? There was nobody named Voldemort that I knew of, no one in the school with a name like that. My hands were still shaking as I pulled a top over my head. The dream had been so vivid.

I took a deep breath and swallowed again. It was nothing to worry over, I just needed to calm down.

There was a knock on the door and I looked up, shouting out 'come in' to whoever it was. Remus stepped through the door with an anxious expression.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I just...Are you going to hear James' results? I don't know if I should go or not. What if he is one? What if I've turned him into a monster, Lily?" Remus said quietly, waiting in the doorway for me. I pulled on a pair of shoes and then walked over to him.

"Remus it isn't your fault. If you don't stop worrying about it then I'm going to start worrying more. I become bloody annoying when I worry a lot, so I suggest you stop it," I smiled slightly, trying in vain to lighten the mood. Remus gave me a half smile before bowing his head again.

We walked in silence to the hospital wing. Students running around us laughing and smiling. I longed to be one of them as the vivid nightmare plagued my thoughts. I did not even have time to worry about James because of it.

"Remus, do you think the curse is completely over now that we have our bodies back?" I asked slowly to Remus, not wanting to cause alarm. He shrugged his shoulders, obviously occupied with his thoughts.

"There may still be slight effects, a couple of thoughts heard, perhaps another dream shared. Nothing you would need to worry about though I should think," He said. My heart sank to my stomach. That had been exactly the opposite of what I had wanted to hear.

We arrived at the hospital wing and walked through to find Sirius, Dumbledore and Madame Pompfrey standing around James bed. There were tears glistening from James' face and my heart sank even further. Looking round to see the doors opening, James' face was filled with a watery smile.

"I'm not a werewolf. I'm actually not a werewolf. Turns out it was bloody Sirius that bit me, not you Remus." He smiled widely, his eyes giving away his relief. I tried to smile at him, but all I could think of was the dream I had had about him. I had to face reality. It hadn't just been a horrid nightmare. It had been far too precise, too realistic to just be a nightmare. James obviously hadn't seen it yet and I wasn't sure whether I found that a good thing or not.

"What are you two standing there still looking down for? I'm fine! Apart from the slight chance I've caught rabies or some sort of dog flu," He laughed, earning a punch from Sirius.

"What kind of dog do you think I am?" Sirius grinned, looking round at us. Remus walked over to James as I stood still.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear him. James nodded his head with a smile.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It's all of our faults we forgot about the full moon, you aren't to be blamed even if I was a werewolf. You'll still be one of my best mates Moony," James replied.

"When are you back on your feet then, you lazy git?" Sirius asked, the mood around the three boys lightening. I watched as they talked about James' leg, before turning round. Knowing that James was alright was all I needed to know. Now I just needed to get away from him so that he wouldn't suffer the fate I had dreamed.

James

I looked past Remus to see Lily, but I was met with an empty space. I frowned, throwing the sheets off of me and standing up. Madame Pompfrey and Dumbledore had gone into her study to discuss the treatment I would need for a dog bite. I would probably be getting a quick fix and then sent on my way like everyone else.

I ignored Sirius' and Remus' protests as I made my way out of the hospital wing, and I shouted after the retreating figure of Lily Evans in front of me.

"Aren't you going to wish me a Happy Non-Werewolf day?" I shouted down to her. Lily spun round, her hair gliding past her face and over her shoulder. It was like the day I had met her on the train and become smitten. God she was hot.

"I heard that." She said with a small smile. I frowned.

"I would hope you had heard it, unless you're going deaf on me," I grinned at her. Lily shook her head.

"No, the effects of the Adwin curse mean I can still hear a couple of your thoughts. I heard you thinking God she's hot." She laughed slightly.

"Can you hear this?"

I love you.

"Nope, I can't hear a thing," she said, but I could tell she had heard as her face became pained.

"Liar," I grinned, walking towards her. Lily stood still as I reached out for her.

"What's wrong? Why are you being like this? I'm fine, look! I only have a slight limp which Madame Pompfrey says she can fix in no time." I told her, hopping from one leg to the other to emphasize my point.

"Come and see me tomorrow; after you've slept. If you don't come and see me then I'll understand and I won't ever say anything about it ever again. After tonight everything is going to change according to what I think will happen," Lily said suddenly in my ear, leaning back to look at me. I frowned in confusion just as her lips quickly met mine for one heated moment.

"I love you." And with that she was gone, running off down the corridor and out of sight. If it wasn't for my limping leg then I would have run after her.

"Damn I wish I was in a wheelchair!"

I woke up with sweat making my clothes stick to my body, I was panting and shaking in fear. The dream was still vivid in my mind and replaying over and over again. The part where I die to protect Lily, her standing in the way of the curse to save our son. I ran a hand through my hair, closing my eyes as I took a deep breath into my dry throat. What the hell was going on. Why was I still having these dreams. I thought back to what Lily had been saying, how she would understand if I didn't come and see her. Looking at the clock I could see that it was six in the morning. Knowing Lily she would be sitting up in the common room waiting for me, knowing I would have woken up from the dream early, like the other times I had dreamt about her.

I sat on the end of my bed. I died. In my twenties, but I was still dying at a young age compared to everyone else. Just starting a family with the woman I loved, and some bastard was taking it away from me. I didn't understand what I had done to be killed, it was obvious the evil cloaked figure named something like Voldemort was after my son. I'd had a son. This was just too messed up, even for me. I stood up and began to pace, mostly to get some air to my body as I continued to sweat like I'd just ran for a month. If I stayed with Lily, I would die. We would all die. Despite having the dream we would still die. This is what the curse had been leading up to. I put my head in my hands. If I stayed with Lily then I would die...And if I didn't then I would never be with the girl I loved, and had done for the past five years.

Fuck.

Lily

He wasn't coming. I couldn't blame him. Who would ever willingly be with a girl that put them down for five years, just to end up dying? I shouldn't have been so gullible as to think he would want to be with me after such a horrific future. I loved him, but that was it. There would be no happy ending either way, I had to face up to that, it just wasn't meant to be.

I pictured the little boy in my dream. Harry. His angelic face looking up at me in curiosity as his father was being killed downstairs. He had been beautiful, I could already feel a connection with the future child I should have had. Harry Potter. I shook my head, I was being stupid. He wasn't real, the child was part of a nightmare I would now never experience thanks to James.

"Lily?"

What had I been thinking anyway, that James would run down and tell me what an idiot I was for thinking he would leave me? I needed to get a grip, just move on and find someone new. I'm sure Adam would still be interested, even though he would think I was a clingy loser of a girlfriend thanks to when James had been in my body. I smiled slightly at the memory.

"Lily, you're daydreaming aren't you?"

I looked up with a start, my eyes taking a moment to focus on the person in front of me. My heart which had sprung into action, suddenly died down again.

"What is it Peter?" I asked, hoping he didn't take the miserable tone in offense. Although I hadn't ever been extremely pleased to see him before, so I'm sure he would understand.

"Have you seen my bag? I think the guys might have hidden it up in the girls dorm room you see. I would go check myself but I...Well I..." His sentence trailed off and I concentrated on my shoes.

"Your bag is in the library, you left it there a while ago. I saw it when I was..." I didn't finish with the words 'in there after hours looking for a reason as to what was going on' like I had been about to.

Peter scuttled away quickly and I stood up, heading for the girls dorm room.

"Lily?"

"Peter I already told you, your fucking bag is in the fucking library under a fucking desk." I shouted, turning around as I rolled my eyes. I froze as my gaze settled upon James Potter.

"Oh. You aren't Peter," I told him in shock.

"With this face? The only person you could mistake me for is a model. Not Peter. Although it was interesting to hear the word fucking come from your mouth so many times in one sentence," James grinned at me, walking towards me as I stood with my back against the door.

"I-" I began, before James caught my face and kissed me fiercely; his mouth capturing mine "James…" I whispered; my hands still entangled in his hair. I bit my lip, not wanting to ruin the moment, "are you sure you want this? When in the end it's going to kill us both?"

James pulled me closer and my breath hitched.

"I would rather be with you and die young, then never hold you again. I know I sound like I'm quoting some sort of poet, but it's true. I don't want anything other than to be with you. I'm so in love with you Lily, I've been smitten with you since day one on the train," He whispered in my ear, stroking my cheek as I looked away from him.

"But what about-?" I began to ask, before he interrupted me.

"Lily, we have each other now. Isn't that enough?"

I looked at him for a long moment, before leaning in and kissing his mouth gently.

"It's more than enough."

The End x

I hope you liked it. I'm sure it wasn't worth the year long wait, but it will have to do. I'm going to try and get my other stories finished. So that might take another year ;) All the best xoxoox N