Author's note: This is the last chapter! Thank you so much for the support you have all given me, I treasure every review. Even if you are reading it years after I completed it then please do still review because I will still be on the site writing other fics and I love to hear opinions on even the fics I have finished as I revise them all the time and I am forever changing things.

The final chapter is 'If McGonagall has said yes…'

This was set in chapter 3 as that was when the original 'proposing letter' was. That was before James and Lily started going out, just to clear that up so people don't get confused. The last part of this chapter is set just after chapter 9, it makes reference to the final letter in chapter 9 where James pushes a Slytherin through the window. It will be clear when you read it anyway, thanks again and I do hope you enjoy the final chapter!

Chapter 10: Wedding Bells

James smirked as the crowd grew, Sirius's shouts of a public execution had certainly got Hogwarts' students flocking to the Transfiguration courtyard. None of them would believe it of course, but they knew something good would be happening to get Sirius Black using up his precious voice.

"What is going on out here?" A voice demanded.

James turned to see Professor McGonagall stepping out into the Transfiguration courtyard, a frown on her face.

The crowd's chattering immediately stopped, McGonagall was not someone anyone wanted to cross.

But James was not deterred, the silence only meant that everyone would be able to hear him. "There you are, I was just waiting for you."

McGonagall blinked. "Waiting for me?"

"Yes, my dear." James said, fighting to keep a straight face.

McGonagall was sure James had something up his sleeve but his over-familiarity put her right out of her usual routine of lectures and then detentions.

Seeing that his Professor was working herself up into shouting mode, James decided to get on with it while he still could.

He knelt on the floor before taking out a little metal ring which had been fixed onto the end of his broomstick before last week's Quidditch match in which an over-enthusiastic Slytherin had pulled it off. "My dear little cat, will you marry me?" He asked, a grin on his face.

McGonagall spluttered and was just about to shout at him and take away a few dozen house points when a sudden cunning thought came into her brain. James was doing this to mock her and to make her look stupid, why not turn the tables on him? "Why, yes, James dear. I would love to marry you."

James grin slid off his face as he stared at her in bewilderment, this was not supposed to happen! She was meant to shout and take away house points and would look silly and everyone would have laughed. But now, now…they were laughing at him.

He searched his mind frantically for something to bring the audience back onto his side. He caught sight of Lily, laughing in the crowds. She looked so beautiful when she was laughing, he thought wistfully. Suddenly he got an idea. "Unfortunately as much as I would love to walk you down the aisle, my heart has been stolen by another."

The crowd tittered as James turned to Lily. "Lily flower holds my heart and it's key. Won't you marry me?"

Lily's face turned as red as a Quaffle, how dare James bring her into it and make people laugh at her.

"When hell freezes over!" She snapped.

James grinned to hide the pain he felt in his chest as he watched the love of his life storm back into the castle.

"She is such a good actress…" James murmured.

Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance, how could James possibly think Lily was acting?

McGonagall's face softened as she saw the look on the boy's face. You just stick with it, Potter she thought. You'll win her in the end.

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Back in her office after seeing the little horrors off onto the train, she settled down to write the very last detention letter of the school year.

Dear Dori and Charlie,

I do hope you have a nice summer holiday with your 'darling' son. I've just seen them off in the train where he sent Slytherins through the windows as I am sure you know as you will probably receive that letter before this one. I'm afraid there is just this last letter I need to write.

Singing 'Here comes the bride' every time I enter a room is not appropriate….

Minerva