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The Unexpected: A Lily and James Story! by Emms16

Format: Novel
Chapters: 36
Word Count: 168,086

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Romance
Characters: James
Pairings: James/Lily

First Published: 12/13/2002
Last Chapter: 06/19/2003
Last Updated: 08/24/2005


Chapter 31: A Bad Choice, and A Birthday Party

I OWN NOTHING, AND REVIEW! I’m getting so sick of writing this!


As the months slowly passed, dark magic activity began increasing, along with much tension. Lily feared everytime her pager went off for her to go to work, thinking it had something to do with James, or Voldemort.

Lily sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee cooling, and a piece of parchment with the guest list for Harry’s first birthday party in a three weeks, were on the table next to her, as she tried to feed Harry his breakfast.

James was at work; Lily hated the thought of him being so far away, and she feared for him everyday he left. She never knew what was in store for the day, and the thought was slowly, but surely terrifying her.

There was loud cry from the highchair next to her, and she turned her attention to her son, who was reaching his chubby little arms out toward the steaming mug of coffee.

“No Harry, no,” Lily said, as she took the cup, and moved it down the table, and out of Harry’s reach. His emerald eyes began to water, and he looked at his mother pleadingly. His lower lip began to tremble, and Lily had to smile. ‘Like father like son.’ Harry burst into tears.

“Mummy!” he shrieked.

She glanced at him in awe. ‘Did he just say mummy?’ She stared at her crying son. His unruly hair had grown, so it was even more noticeably James’s hair now. He looked so much older. She felt a tear spring to her eye. Her baby was almost one!

Harry began to pound on the plastic top of the highchair, crying.

“Oh shush,” Lily cooed, and picked him up, and hugged him to her chest. “Oh Harry! Harry! You said your first word! Wait until we tell daddy!”


James walked into the ministry like any other day, greeting his many co-workers with a wave or a nod. He took off his long black leather jacket, as he walked into his department, and hung it on a peg in the office. He spotted Sirius talking harshly with one of the many aurors that he worked with by a large window, and walked over to say hi.

He stopped though when he saw Sirius’s angry and sad expression. When he looked up he glanced at James, and his eyes fell to his shoes.

James’s stomach flopped unnaturally. “Siri? What’s going on?”

“James….come on, we…um…need to talk,” he stepped around the small desk, and grabbed James’s arm, along with a small piece of parchment that was lying face down on the many papers littering his desk. Sirius stuffed the parchment into his robe pocket, trying to hide it from James, before leading him into a small dark room, in the far corner of the office. He shut the door behind him, and looked at James worriedly.

“What?” James asked his eyes narrowed on his friend’s face.

“James, you need to sit down.”

“Why?” Panic began to swirl around in his stomach. “What’s going on? What was that parchment?” he asked staring at Sirius’s pocket.

Sirius’s face fell. “Trust me, sit down,” Sirius said sadly.

James pulled up a chair from behind him, and sat down, staring at Sirius to continue.

“James, I was called in earlier today, on account of the dark mark.”

James eyes widened. “Why didn’t they call me in? I thought everytime I was called in you were and vise versa.”

Sirius’s eyes darkened, and suddenly James didn’t want to hear what he was about to say.

“Well James, they didn’t think you could emotionally handle it.”

A cold claw of panic twisted around his gut.

“James, it was your mother.”

There was suddenly a loud ringing in James’s ears. His voice reached him like he was underwater.

“We went in, and he was already gone, and your mother, already dead.”

There was silence.

Sirius placed his hand on James’s shoulder, but he shrugged it off. “I’m so sorry.”

“Give me that parchment,” James said shakily.

“I don’t know if you should read it, I haven’t read it to see if…,” Sirius said gruffly.

James held his hand out in a demanding manner. “I’m going to see it sooner or later might as well be sooner.”


“Give it!” he shouted, losing patience.

Sirius shakily reached into his pocket, and handed the sweaty parchment over to his best friend. James took it, with shaking hands, but didn’t dare open it.

Sirius stood there watching him.

“Go,” James said simply.


“Sirius, I want to read this alone,” he said, his eyes tightly shut with emotion.

Sirius only nodded worriedly, before moving toward the door, and pulled it open. “You’ve been given the day off mate, I hope…. You feel better, I’m gonna miss her too.” With that he was gone, closing off James from the rest of the office. James sat there in silence, staring at the same spot on the wall in front of him. The parchment was rolled tightly into a wad in his sweaty fist. His mother was gone? How is that possible?

He sat there and stared, not daring to believe. His MOTHER! He felt a tear spring to his eye, but he held it back with all of his strength, wait until I get home, just wait. He sat there numb with shock, and ran a shaking hand through his hair.

He gently unraveled it the sweaty blob that was the parchment, and his eyes widened in horror. He dropped the letter to the ground, and raised a shaking hand to his mouth. His body shook with anguish as he stood there in horror and sadness. The letter had read:

Bad choice Mr. Potter. I’m not that stupid you know.

There was no name, or address, only the ghostly message, which seemed to be written in blood.

He felt bile rise to his throat, as he disarappated home immediately.


Lily sat on the floor playing with Harry and his toy wand when she heard a thump, and then a door to the bathroom slam shut roughly. She stood up abruptly, quickly grabbing her wand from on top of the fireplace, and placed Harry in his playpen, where he resumed happily with his wand that Uncle Sirius had given him. She walked slowly to the bathroom down the hall and stood behind the door with her wand raised.

“Whoever’s in there, I have my wand!” she shouted, her voice shaking.

“Lils, it’s me,” said a weak voice.

Lily dropped her wand, and turned the doorknob. She pushed open the door, and gasped as she saw James bent over the toilet bowl. She rushed over, and began to stroke his shaking back.

“James, luv, what’s the matter? Are you sick what’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes round with concern.

He sat back, and leaned against the wall, resting his forehead in his hands, as Lily resumed stroking his hair. “Lily…” his voice cracked, and a tear fell from his eye for the first time.

“Oh god James, come on, get up,” she gently pulled him to his feet with difficulty. “Now honey, get cleaned up, and come tell me what’s going on.”

She walked back into the living room to check on their son. He was laying in the pen on his stomach, in his one-piece sleeper; she gently reached over and patted his sleeping back.

Just then James walked out of the bathroom, miserably. “James what’s going on?” she asked quietly, slowly moving to her feet, and standing in front of him.

He sat down, on the couch, pulled her onto his lap, and buried his face in her hair. He was begging for comfort, and Lily was more than willing to give him just that.

“My mother….” James croaked.

Lily’s stomach dropped, as she brought his head to rest on her shoulder. She absentmindedly began to stroke his hair.

“What? What about you mother?”

“She was killed last night.”

Lily’s heart seemed to have stopped. Tears began to cascade from her usually bright eyes. ‘Why must everything go wrong! Was fate against us?’ She soon found herself curling up further into a little ball on James lap, and wept, clinging to him around his middle.

Mrs. Potter was the closest thing to a mother that Lily had had after her own mother had died.

James rested his cheek against his wife’s hair, they sat there together and cried for all that was worth, until both had worn themselves out, and fallen asleep together on the couch.


“What are we going to do?” James asked later. A miserable note hung in his voice as he held his wife to his chest. The tear tracks dried on their eyes, and replaced with a look of lost desperation.

“I don’t know, if Voldemort knows that we’re using a secret keeper, he’ll find out who it is, and…I can’t do that again,” she croaked.

“I know love, I don’t want to either, but we have to think about it, we obviously need a secret keeper, but…who?”

Their discussion was cut short by the wails of their son, whom had seemingly woken up from his long nap. He sat up in his playpen, clutching the bar. Tears spilled from his emerald eyes, and his hair was sticking up most unusually on his head. “Mummy! Daddy!” Harry wailed.

James’s mouth dropped open. “Did he just say?” James asked with a gaping mouth. It made his heart soar to hear his son call Lily as mummy.

“Oh, I forgot to mention with all this trauma, he said his first work today.” Lily said weakly, standing up with James.

Harry held out his small little arms to be lifted up. James walked over and bent down to scoop up his son.

“My little man! You said your first words, pretty soon, you’ll be flying!” he planted a kiss on his unruly head. Harry wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, and snuggled close to him, closing his eyes, as James began to walk toward Harry’s room, Lily followed them.

When they reached Harry’s room, Lily gently took Harry from James, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you Harry,” she kissed him again, inhaling his baby scent and sat down in the rocking chair by the window to rock him to sleep. “That’s why we won’t give up.”

Harry fidgeted, and tried to sit up, but Lily held him down. “Go to sleep, baby.”

James ruffled Harry’s hair, just as Harry burst into tears. “Shhh,” Lily cooed, and gently began rocking.

“I’m going to get ready for bed,” James said sadly, bending down to kiss his wife, then his son.

“I’ll be there after he’s fallen asleep.”

James smiled weakly and nodded.

Lily watched her husband walk miserably out of the room. Her heart constricted painfully at seeing James in so much pain.

After he had disappeared, Lily gently rocked Harry, singing sweetly, lulling him to sleep. Lily tasted the salt of her tears as she, herself, silently mourned for the loss of Mrs. Potter. It seemed like hours, but Lily finally managed to get him to sleep.

She slowly stood up, and gently laid Harry down in the crib. His adorable little head turned to the side, and he was dead to the world. She smiled down at him, pride, and love growing in her stomach as she watched him sleep. She bent over the crib, and tucked the covers around him. She watched as his tiny hands fisted at the blankets. She smiled, and walked toward the door.

She stepped out into the hall, and shut the door a little, making sure that it was open a little bit, so she could hear Harry if something was wrong.

James walked out of the bathroom, behind her, and wrapped his arms around her middle. He kissed her neck, and she caught the scent of toothpaste. She let him steer her silently into their bedroom.


The next two weeks passed slowly, with the loss of Mrs. Potter hung greatly over their heads. However in times of fear and mourning, you must remember to enjoy one’s self, and since Harry was turning one that week, James and Lily decided to still have his first birthday. Nothing to big, since they didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to themselves, but a small gathering.

The day of Harry’s first birthday was bright and warm. The sun shone down on them brightly, scorching their skin, and parching their throats, but it was more than worth it for Harry, especially for Sirius.

“SIRIUS! WHAT DID YOU BUY HIM!” Lily shrieked in awe, as Sirius stood in the doorway of her house, carrying a large box over his shoulder. He shrugged, at her, and walked past.

May who was right behind him rolled her eyes, and handed Lily her smaller package. “He insisted on going all out.”

“He’s my godson!” Sirius said in mock outrage, as he slowly lowered the large box to the ground.

“What did you buy him?” Lily asked with narrowed eyes.

Sirius grinned evilly. “You’ll just have to wait now won’t you?”

She narrowed her eyes almost into slits, “what is it?”

“You’ll see, where is my godson anyway?”

“He’s outback with James.”

Sirius nodded, and bounded toward the backdoor.

“He loves Harry.” May said from behind Lily.

Lily nodded, and turned to her friend. She watched May gather her now, very long pitch black hair into a high pony tail. The dark blue steaks were fading, just leaving a slight hint of blue in her hair.

“Let’s go into the kitchen,” Lily said. “I still have to put the cake in the oven.”

“You have an ofen?”

Lily shrugged. “An oven, and yes, I like to do some things the muggle way.”

May giggled and nodded in somewhat understanding.

May sat down at the island, and watched as Lily pushed the pan holding the cake into the center of the oven.

“I don’t think I want to take the job in Salem,” May burst.

Lily whipped around, and stared at her friend for a moment.

“Why? Not that I wanted you to leave or anything, but what changed your mind?”


“You told him,” she said it like a statement, and not a question.


Lily’s eyes came together in confusion. “Then what?”

May shrugged. “I love him, and I just realized that I can’t leave him, I know something’s there, and I don’t want to miss it.”

Lily grinned. “That’s very reasonable thinking of you.”

May smiled. “Yea.”

Just then there was a popping in the living room, and Lily ran in, to see who was there.

Remus stood in the center of the living room, clutching a medium sized box, with holes in it, there was a large blue bow tied around the brightly colored box.

“Hello Remus.”

The blonde man looked up, and smiled at the red-haired woman.

“Hello Lily, here’s Harry’s gift.”

He held out the medium sized package for her to take. She reached out, and took the box. She heard a faint meowing, and smiled.

“I have a feeling this gift is alive?”

Remus smiled, “let’s just say Floyd will finally have a companion.”

Lily chuckled.

“Is Amy coming?” Remus asked nonchalantly.

“Amy? Why you like her?” she looked back at him with a smirk.

Remus flushed bright red. “Maybe a little.”

Lily chuckled. “Good, Amy’s a good person.”

Remus smiled. “I know.”

Remus followed Lily into the kitchen.

“Hey May,” Remus said raising his hand in greeting.

“Yo,” she waved. “So I couldn’t help but overhear that you have a thing for Amy?” she smirked at him.

The girls watched him flush again. “What is this? Rip on Remus day?”

They laughed, and they all walked out to see the people in the back, which consisted of only Sirius, James, Harry, and Peter.

“I think we should open this gift now,” Lily said, putting Remus’s package on the grass.

“Mummy!” she walked over to Sirius, and took her son out of his arms. He wrapped his chubby arms around her neck, as she walked over to the gift.

James eyed the brightly colored box with narrowed eyes. The box wiggled dangerously, confirming his earlier suspicions.

“Remus! You didn’t!”

Remus grinned with a small shrug.

“He’ll like him.”

Sirius glared at Remus. “You trying to steal my godson’s favor? Well it won’t work Moony!”

Everyone laughed, as a small knock on the backdoor, drew his or her attention.

Amy stood, leaning on the doorframe, clutching a medium sized box.

“AMY!” May shouted. “Whassup?!”

Amy laughed, and walked toward the small group. “I am so sorry that I’m somewhat late,” she sighed sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it, we were just about to open Remus’s gift to Harry,” Lily said, sitting down on the grass, holding a fidgeting Harry in her lap. He wriggled in his mother’s grasp, and reached his arms desperately out toward the wiggling package, a few feet away.

Lily felt James sit down behind her, and pull her to his chest. They watched Harry crawl toward the box, and James wrapped his arms around Lily’s waist. He bent and kissed her head.

Harry stopped in front of the package, and eyed it. It wiggled again, and Harry reached out to touch it. He turned toward his parents, begging for confirmation on if it was ok.

Lily nodded. “Go on luv.”

Harry turned toward the package, and attempted to grab at the paper.

“Rem, could you help him open it?” James asked.

Harry turned toward his father’s voice. His eyes were large with questioning.

Remus got down on his knees, in front of the box, and gently pulled the top lid off.

Harry peered over the edge of the box, and giggled happily. Remus bent over the box, and picked up the small red kitten. Harry watched Remus with wide excited eyes.

“DADDY! KITTY!” Harry said excitedly. He looked back at his mother and father who were smiling at him. He walked shakily to Remus, and stroked the kitten’s fur. He fell over in the grass, as Remus dropped the kitten to the ground in front of Harry.

“Well I guess we don’t have to open anymore gifts.” May said with a giggle. Amy smiled from next to her, while Sirius glared.

“Oh no, he will be opening mine!” Sirius said bounding into the house to gather his gifts.

“While he’s on a mission, let’s open all the other gifts.” Lily said.

May got her gift, and placed it in front of Harry. “I don’t know if he’s old enough, but he will be in time,” May said uneasily.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Lily smiled.

“Yea, and if it’s not, shame on you!” James joked from behind Lily.

May laughed and sat down in front of Harry, and the kitten. Harry seemed totally preoccupied with the small red fur ball.

“Harry luv, Aunt May’s giving you a gift,” Lily said.

Harry looked at his mother innocently. “Bring the kitty over here,” Lily said.

Harry’s emerald eyes widened with tears.

“Just for a few minutes,” Lily added hastily, seeing her son’s eyes fill with tears. Harry stood up uneasily, and grabbed the small kitten around his tummy, dragging him toward his parents as best he could. Lily took the kitten from her son, and stroked his soft fur.

“Awww! Look at him,” Lily said stroking the kitten’s fur.

“Great, now you’ve got my wife fixed,” James laughed, and kissed Lily’s head.

Remus laughed, as the small red kitten curled up in Lily’s lap.

Harry managed his way toward May again. May held out her arms to him, and when he finally made it to her, she pulled him into a hug.

“Here you go little man.” May kissed his head, after ruffling it, making it stick up in uncombed spikes, the same dilemma that his father had.

She placed the gift on the grass, and tore off a small part, so Harry’s small hands could rip off the rest.

The small crowd watched for the next few minutes, as Harry tore slowly through the wrapping.

She had gotten him a magical art set. It came with an isle, and paints, that changed colors as you painted, and was easily washable, with a simple spell. May had also gotten him his first pair of small robes.

Now was time for Sirius’s gift. He came from the house, carrying a large box, with a large teddy bear on top. The grin plastered on his face gave nothing away, they could tell that he was feeling very smug with himself.

“Oh here we go,” James laughed, as he watched Sirius make his way toward them. When he finally reached them, he made it a large process of finally opening the package. He helped Harry rip away the paper, and when what he had gotten was revealed, his grin broadened.

“BABY QUIDDITCH!” James sputtered, and stood up. “WHY DIDN’ THEY HAVE THIS WHEN I WAS A KID!” he shouted.

Sirius chuckled. “I do have my ways.”

James gaped at Sirius, and went over to the box.

Harry watched his father cautiously, before walking over too. James pulled Harry in front of him. He wrapped his arm protectively around his son.

The quidditch set included two baby sized brooms, that only hovered about five feet above the ground, so not high enough to cause a lot of damage, they also didn’t exceed 15mph, so they couldn’t go that fast. It also included a set of small cushiony balls. It included a snitch that was bigger than a normal snitch, and was much slower.

James’s eyes bulged, “this is great.”

“Look’s like James is going to have more fun with it then Harry will,” Lily said laughing.

“We’re going to start right away,” James said smiling down at his son, who was touching the box.

“I don’t think so, wait until he’s at least three or four!” Lily said.

“Three or four! That’s in one or two years!” James protested.

Lily rolled her eyes.

“Well can I open it?” James asked with puppy dog eyes.

“ I don’t care,” Lily said. “I’m not your mother.”

James grinned, and tugged the box open. He ripped open the bag of small balls. “This is the coolest thing!”

Harry reached for the snitch. James handed it to him, and he hugged it to him.

“Looks like you’ve got a seeker James,” Sirius said. “No time like the present to get him interested.”

James grinned. “That’s my boy,” he said gently patting his son’s back; Harry placed the ball in his mouth.



Next Time: What are they going to do about the Secret Keeper???? Oh no!

Remember, It’s Harry’s birthday, in July. Lily and James die on Halloween, in October. Their time is running out!