A/N: Thank you to all the readers who are following this story, favorite it, or favorite me. I am blown away by the response to this. I have never had one of my stories get this kind of response before.

I am calling this story complete. RL is crazy, and my muse has gone into hiding to get away from the craziness. This is actually a good stopping point. If I get inspiration later, I may continue it as another part to the saga. However, the focus was always Lily/Martha. I was never planning on doing the TV series.

Chapter Four: Life Goes On

For the rest of his life, Remus would always associate the first year of living in New York with crying. Once the three of them arrived at the townhouse in New York and got settled in, Lily collapsed. She had kept herself going and doing in order to make sure Harry was safe. Once they were somewhere Lily felt was safe, she was free to stop being strong. Lily spent much of the first couple of months crying. Harry picked up on his mother's distress, plus he also missed Daddy and Pafoo. He cried almost as much as his mother.

Lily hadn't really grieved for James. She had cried, but hadn't fully processed what his loss meant to her. Now she had time to do so, and she took it. She blessed Remus in her mind quite often. He took care of Harry, and hired a nanny to help. This allowed Lily the freedom to withdraw a little and begin to heal.

The trip to New York had been an exercise in subterfuge and terror. Lily and Remus took regular transportation. The only concession was a mild calming potion in the formula they gave Harry in his bottle. They got on the plane in London, and disembarked as Lily Potter and Remus Lupin. They went through customs in New York as Martha Rogers and John Stevens. Lily half-expected someone to catch them out, and arrest them.

Their papers had been done by one of the best in London in terms of forgeries. Going the legal route, which was Lily's first impulse, would have taken too long. How Remus knew the man, Lily didn't want to know. She didn't start to relax until they actually put their luggage down inside the townhouse.

The first year Remus, Lily and Harry were in New York, they saw very few people on a regular basis. They kept to themselves, seeing only the cleaning lady and Harry's nanny. Remus talked Lily into going out to dinner once a week, claiming that if she stayed in all the time, she would become a recluse, and it wouldn't be healthy for Harry.

They would go to a restaurant within walking distance of the townhouse. They never went to the same restaurant twice in a row, and varied the rotation, so no pattern could be found. Paranoia had become ingrained in the both of them over the last several years. Even though they were thousands of miles away, they kept up their vigilance. They were protecting the light of their lives, Harry.

After about six months, Lily started feeling better, and became restless. She had always kept busy with things, first school, then her apprenticeship, then being a mother. James had also taken up a lot of her time. Now, with a nanny to help take care of Harry, no James, and no education, she was getting bored.

"Why don't you look into pursuing a career of some sort? You can't resume your Mastery training if you plan on staying in the non-magical world, but you could look into other areas that might have interested you." Remus was trying to give Lily options to look at.

"Hmmm. I wonder… when I was younger, before I received my Hogwarts letter, I was thinking about becoming an actress. I was looking into going to one of the acting schools when I completed my A levels. I wonder if I could make a go of it here?"

"Martha, you will never know unless you try it out. At least you don't have to worry about being a starving actor trying to make it big so you can pay the bills." Remus felt that if they were going to start going out in public they needed to get used to being called by their new names.

"John, what about you? What are you going to be doing while I am out auditioning for any and every job I can find?" Lily understood what he was trying to do and agreed with him.

"I am going to be writing. I always wanted to write. Richard is getting big enough to not need constant attention, and the nanny can provide that while I am writing. I can work for the four or so hours she is here every day. We can take turns on the weekends."

"What kind of things do you want to write? Fiction, non-fiction, textbooks, cookbooks, what?"

"I think I will write a Defense Against the Dark Arts text first. That was always one of my interests. If we were in the magical world, I might try for a Mastery in DADA. But, we're not, so …"

"I am sorry I dragged you into this masquerade with me. It has disrupted your life, your friendship with Sirius, and your relationship with Julie."

"I offered of my own free will. Sirius and I can still communicate via mirror. He's busy with turning the Black family around, sitting his seat on the Wizengamot, monitoring investments and changing some of them, and keeping an eye on the Potter fortune also. Julie and I were … not going anywhere and were actually drifting apart. No great loss there."

"Still. When you are ready to publish, if you can't find a publisher, maybe I can use some of the money to help get you published, maybe open a small publishing house to specialize in the types of books that you plan on writing."

"That's very generous of you, but that is a ways down the road. First, I need to learn to use a typewriter. Electric to make it easier on my fingers."

"How are you doing, otherwise? I feel like I have been overindulgent for myself and totally ignoring you. How have your changes been?"

"Actually, that is one of the things I have been sneaking into the magical world for. I went to New York's magical district, and they are less stigmatizing of werewolves, and dark creatures in general. There is a safe house outside of the main district. It has some acreage around it, with muggle-repelling charms on the fences. I go there the day of the change, and they provide a room to change in, then we are allowed to run and wrestle, and just be werewolves. It has helped. I am not as sore the next day, and I don't hurt myself."

"I'm glad you found somewhere to go. It was stupid of me not to consider that when I picked the townhouse. We should have bought a house with some land."

"The townhouse belonged to the Potters already, although nobody in Britain knows about it except Sirius and the goblin in charge of the Potter accounts. I am getting along fine, so don't worry about it."

Richard chose that moment to wake up from his nap, and let all those within earshot know he was ready to get up. "Mommy! Unca Moony! I up!"

Martha walked into his room and over to his crib. He would need to move to a toddler bed soon. He was two now, and outgrowing his crib quickly. She picked him up, and checked his diaper. "Would you like to go potty?"

Richard considered, then nodded. "Yep."

After taking care of business, Martha brought him into the living room. He squirmed to be let down, then toddled over to John. "Unca Moony! Pay wif me."

"Demanding, just like your dad. What would you like to play?"

And so the first year went by. Martha found some acting classes she could enroll in, to get a start on the career she had wanted to follow as a child. John worked on becoming a writer. He actually found some night classes that dealt with developing as a writer, and how to get published. Richard began preschool, and his nanny transitioned to afternoons from the mornings she had been working. Everyone was busy, and gradually life settled down from the trauma that had sent them flying (literally) from Great Britain.