July 30th, 1977
A shriek sounded throughout the Evans family home. Startling Rosalie Evans into nearly dropping her fine china, she had pulled out for dinner with Petunia's boyfriends family.
Seconds later was the sound of someone running down the stairs.
"Head Girl!" Lily announced excitedly as she reached the kitchen. "I got Head Girl!"
"Really? Congratulations!" Rosalie squealed, putting the china down to hug her daughter. She knew she had been working towards this.
"Who's Head Boy?" Harrison asked coming into the kitchen. Rosalie watched with interest as her daughters face burned nearly as bright as the hair she had inherited from her father.
"No one!" Lily blurted. "Uh… just a… friend."
''Please don't be the Snape boy.' Rosalie thought to herself. 'Please don't be the Snape boy.'
"It's not the Snape boy, is it?" Harrison asked, all the bluntness that Rosalie at times wished she possessed.
"Uh. No? We're not even friends anymore."
"Really?" Rosalie asked, trying to mask the relief she felt. She had never liked the boy that had hurt Petunia, and continued to hurt Lily with his words. "Since when?"
"Summer last year. He-uh. He called me a m-mudblood."
"Oh, Honey. I'm so sorry." Rosalie whispered, pulling Lily into a hug. She may never have like the Snape boy. But she loved her daughter and could share her pain. She may think her ignorant of the magical world, and in some places she is, but she knew the basics from Lily. And she sure as hell knew racism when she heard it.
"It's fine. I'm fine." Lily sniffled, "I'm going to go clean the living room for the Dursleys visit."
"But who's Head Boy?" Harrison asked before Lily could leave the room.
Lily froze, face flushed, wringing her hands, and sighing. "…James Potter…" She mumbled, before fleeing the room.
Harrison looked wide eyed at his smirking wife, as she held out her hand, palm up. "You may have been right about them becoming friends, but you're not going to be right about them dating. Let alone before '78." He grumbled, dropping a twenty pound note in her hand.
"Hmm" Rosalie hummed doubtfully.
December 24th, 1977
"You going to behave?" Lily asked, as she and James walked up to her parents house, hand in hand.
He chuckled. "You know me. Always on my best behavior."
"Well, maybe you've come close in the last couple of years." Lily teased, before opening the door, calling out 'I'm home!'
"Lily!" Rosalie exclaimed, rushing to greet her daughter with a near crushing hug, Harrison close behind her.
"And who's this?" Rosalie asked, glancing at James.
"Mum, Dad, this is my boyfriend, James Potter." Lily beamed as she introduced them. Harrison's pale blue eyes widened dramatically, Rosalie's eyebrows raised nearly to her hairline, a small unnoticeable smirk forming.
"Boyfriend?" Harrison squeaked.
"James Potter, huh?" Rosalie asked, moving to hug James as well. Man, did her youngest daughters boyfriend give good hugs (Unlike Vernon, who had moved away from her when she tried to hug him upon meeting him that summer.) "I've heard things about you."
"Good things, I hope." James responded, as Rosalie let go, and stepped back.
"For the last year or so." Harrison interrupted, holding his hand out for James to take. "Before that though, she seemed to think you a nuisance."
"Mr. Evans." James said, as he took the mans hand, wincing slightly when Harrison squeezed.
xXx
10:29 P.M.
Rosalie held her hand out, making a gimme gesture with her fingers.
"Dammit." Harrison muttered, reaching into his pants pocket for a twenty and a ten.
"If you don't want to keep losing money, you shouldn't bet." Rosalie retorted, pocketing the money.
March 31st, 1978
"Okay." Lily muttered, flipping through the book her mother gave her on marriage. Rosalie had wanted them to go through it together, once they were thinking marriage, but before getting engaged. They were on the last topic (Thank Merlin), children. "Okay." She repeated, before reading out, "Do you want children? And if so how many?"
"At least one or two." James answered immediately.
Lily fidgeted with the book before answering, quietly, "Five or Six."
James' eyebrows raised at the number. Not that he was against the idea of a large family. Just he already knew, thanks to his lovely friends, he'd be the one to end up carrying them. Which reminded him, "Another thing we need to talk about-"
"James, can we finish this book first, I don't want to get off topi-"
"Lily… I'm a male bearer." Lily paused her fidgeting. "Which me-"
"I- I know what it means." Lily interrupted gently. "I thought you had to take a potion for that to mean anything, though?"
James nodded. "Fifth year. Sirius and Peter got it in their heads to… spike. My food and drink with some potion that's supposed to make me act like a girl." He rolled his eyes at the absurdness of the idea. "Instead it acted as a bearer potion for me. Sirius had stopped after the first few, after I had gotten that really bad migraine in Potions."
"I remember that." Lily said quietly, "I was sitting at the table beside you."
"Apparently it was a side effect of the potion."
"So, if Sirius stopped, then Peter-?"
"Yeah." James confirmed. "Peter refused to stop. Hid that he was doing it from everyone. Apparently the whole thing was his idea in the first place."
"That's not okay that he did that." Lily started. "Or that they started it in the first place."
"I know."
xXx
"I just want to let you know." Lily started once they had finished the book. "Not being the one to carry our children. Isn't a deal breaker for me."
"…Really?"
"I mean it would be a pretty silly thing to keep me from the person I love." Lily stated. "Though, I would still like a big family if you're willing?"
"Well." James drawled. "I did say I wanted at least one or two."
A beat of silence.
"So. Does this mean you menstruate every month?"
June 3rd, 1978
Lily was visiting for the weekend for Petunias wedding, then she would have to head back for the last week of finals. Rosalie knew Petunia had decided on a date that it'd be difficult for Lily to come on purpose, Petunia hadn't been very happy to see Lily the night before, though she sure had been happy to keep flaunting that she 'finally had something Lily didn't' Petunia didn't come out and say it specifically, but it wasn't hard for anyone to piece together.
Rosalie snuck a look down at her youngest daughter's hand as they were cooking breakfast. Still no ring. Damn.
xXx
They were at the local Cokeworth park, having just come from Petunia and Vernon's wedding, they were still dressed in formal wear, Lily a tea length dark green dress with lace sleeves, and James a dark green button up and black slacks. She usually would have changed out of her dress before coming, but James had insisted.
The park was a bittersweet place for Lily, especially under this very Elm tree they were standing. She met Severus here, her relationship with Petunia first started to change here, last Christmas she and James had kissed for the first time here, they had said 'I love you's' for the first time here.
"Well," James said, from beside Lily. "I have to admit, I was hoping there would be less people here for this."
"For what?" Lily asked, looking around at the many families at the park, enjoying the warm summer evening.
"For this." Lily looked back at James, just in time to see him pull a small box out of his pants pocket and get down on one knee. She couldn't help it, she gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
"Lily Jane Evans, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"Yes, yes, you idiot, Yes!"
June 4th, 1978
"Guess what!" Lily announced as she entered the dorm room.
"What?" Alice asked, looking up from her text book.
Lily just held up her hand, pointing at her ring and squealing.
"No way!" Marlene yelled, coming over to get a better look at the ring. It had a simple golden band, with two rubies on either side of a diamond.
"He finally asked?" Mary asked, jumping up from where she was sitting on her bed.
"So, when's the big day?" Dorcus asked.
Lily beamed "October Twenty-first! I- I would like you guys to be my brides maids. Except you, Marlene, you I would want as my Maid of honor."
"Girl!" Marlene exclaimed, "I would be honored!"
September 17th, 1978
"So, will I be getting grandbabies from you soon after the wedding?" Rosalie asked Lily teasingly, as they left the fitting for her dress, getting in the car and driving off.
Lily laughed, a edge of nervousness to it. "Oh. I don't know…"
"What's wrong?" Rosalie asked, immediately picking up on her nervousness.
"Nothing!"
"Are you su-"
"Yes, Mum, I'm Sure."
"You both want children, right?" Rosalie knew her daughter always wanted a large family.
"Yes, we both want a large family as well." Lily paused, "I'm just trying to figure out how to tel-"
Rosalie interrupted, "You're already pregnant, aren't you?"
"What?!" Lily yelped, looking at her mother in shock, "No! In fact I won't be getting pregnant. I won't be capable of it with James." And she still felt the same as she did when she and James first spoke about it. She was fine with it. It's just not an easy thing to bring up with your muggle family. She inhaled to explain, when her mother spoke again,
"You know, if he's infertil-"
"He is not infertile!" Lily snapped, taking a deep breath, "James is a male bearer. He will be the one to carry our children." Lily told her, before going on to explain more.
xXx
"Well then." Rosalie said, "I must admit, that is not what I was expecting."
Lily huffed a small laugh. "Right?"
"We need to tell your father." Rosalie muttered.
"Now?" Lily asked, nervous.
"As soon as we get home. I can explain if you like," Rosalie said, before pausing. "But we do need to tell him before James… gets pregnant." She finished slowly. Man was that a weird sentence.
"We did agree to wait at least a year before that."
"Well you never know…" Rosalie muttered.
October 20th, 1978
"That it?" James asked, as they shut and locked the door to their, small, one bedroom flat in downtown London.
"Yep!" Lily responded, popping the 'p'. "Other than my bed, which will be staying at my parents'." They had kept Petunias bed there as well, for when she and Vernon visited, though Lily didn't know how well Vernon would fit in a Queen size bed. Vernon and Petunia had upgraded to Vernon's king when they got married, why one single person need a king size bed… Lily didn't know, though she did have a guess. Rosalie and Harrison would be keeping Lily's there for the same reason, plus they had bought a really nice queen size that Lily had had dreams about since she first laid on it.
Their wedding was the next day, and moving most everything into the flat had started to make it feel even more real. Lily was almost giddy with excitement. They were getting married under the Elm at Cokeworth park, Marlene would be maid of honor, with Mary, Dorcus, and Alice as bridesmaids. And Sirius as best man, with Remus, Peter, and Frank as groomsmen. The girls would be wearing tea length emerald green dresses, the boys would just have black tuxes with emerald green ties. Lily would have her mother's floor length, snow white dress, paired with Euphemia's veil, long enough to act as the train her mother's dress didn't have.
It wasn't going to be huge, but also not tiny. Lily's parents and both sets of grandparents, James parents. Lily and James few friends not in the bridal party, being Andromeda and Ted Tonks and their daughter Nymphadora, Dan and Rachel Granger, Molly and Arthur Weasley and their children, Fabion and Gideon Prewett, Professors Mcgonagall, and Slughorn, Emmeline Vance, Alastor Moody, Violet Brown and her husband Liam, Amelia Bones and Arabella Figg.
October 21st, 1978
"…I now pronounce you man and Wife. You may now kiss the Bride."
October 21st, 1979
"Found it!" James announced, while gently, but dramatically flinging their bedroom door open, balancing a white box on his arm with two forks, a bottle of champagne, and two champagne glasses balanced on it. "Turns out it was in the very back of the freezer, and we had moved it from it's original box."
Lily took the box from him so he could grab the bottle and two glasses. She opened the box as he opened the bottle, pouring the champagne into the glasses.
"Trade me?" James asked, offering her a glass as he sat on the bed next to her.
"Gladly." She said in answer, taking the glass and handing him one of the forks.
"I can't believe we actually kept this." Lily muttered, scooping a bite of the cake onto her fork. The cake still looked exactly as it had on day one. Had magic not been involved, Lily might have been slightly suspicious of it.
"To another year?" James asked as they clinked their forks together.
"To another year." Lily agreed. "And many more."