“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies….“
They don’t talk about it at first. They go into hiding and they unpack the boxes they had just finished unpacking a few months back and they don’t talk about it. Because how do you go about it? How do you sit down and talk about the idea that your unborn child is meant to save the world?
So they put dishes in the cupboards that are not their cupboards, and they paint the walls of a bedroom that is not theirs, and they rearrange and rearrange the furniture in a living room that is too small, too empty and not theirs.
They had to go into hiding of course, and that meant moving and that meant packing and unpacking- something they had just done since they got married in August and moved in together then. And they had been happy there. They had been building their home and this new place, this is not home and it won’t ever be home no matter how many flowers Lily puts on the kitchen table and no matter how many pictures James hangs on the wall of their family.
My roommate was at a party last night and came home with this drinking game that spurred this story. I hope you enjoy :)
The rules of the game were simple, you would spin the bottle, it would point at someone, you would leave the room for a moment, and then the group would decide if the person the bottle pointed at was going to kiss you, or slap you.
James was nervous when it was his turn to go. It had only been a few moment since Lily Evans had been goaded by Marlene and Mary into playing, and no one had spun the bottle in her direction yet, but he was determined to make sure his spin landed on her.
The rest of the group didn’t seem to be paying as much attention to James’ spin as James was. Lily was chatting with Remus and Mary about something that James couldn’t hear and he had to wipe his palms on his trousers before he reached for the bottle and gave it a hard spin, preying to every deity her could think of and crossing his fingers for luck.
As it was slowing down, it looked like it was going to stop on Mary, who was sitting next to Lily and harshly tugged her by the arm so that the bottle ended up pointing at her. “Oi!” Lily shouted. “You wanna keep your hands to yourself?”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to kiss, Potter.” She grinned, motioning towards the bottle. Lily looked over at the bottle and then up at James who wasn’t quite sure what he should do.
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