"It's not a bloody shotgun wedding," said Lily, more to herself than James, who was driving the both of them from London to Sowsworth for the wedding. "Definitely not," agreed James, hearing her. "Although, you are pregnant." (AU, sequel to Bloody Shangrila)

"Everybody knew how to kill a witch, but nobody had ever told James how to ask one for a favour." James & Lily AU

Lily looked up at the sound of him, her face blotchy with tears and her eyes red.

"The way she babbled on about the place made it seem like some sort of promise land, but James knew full well that is was nothing of the sort. Sowsworth was a wasteland that comprised of seven shops, a pub, and the incredibly bored shadows of lonely people. It was not bloody Shangri-la." AU.

The Marauders aren't sure what they hate more, James's Head Boy badge or his new pipe. After James' pipe gets confiscated, the rest of the Marauders refuse to help him retrieve it from Filch's office. What choice does James have but to ask assistance from Lily Evans?

Lily is concerned when Harry develops a cough

A series of unconnected drabbles in which all genders are changed.

James watched her cautiously as he set down the mugs and took his seat opposite her. Lily didn't say another word until what was left of her tea went cold. "James," she said slowly, "would it be okay if I told you something?"

After the first few years, interest in Lily's bizarre ability to not be injured by the prick of holly leaves faded. By fourth year, nobody so much as blinked at the sight of the wreath. It became part of the scenery. Nobody questioned it again. Well, except for one. Which brings us to James Potter's Christmas tradition: to unravel The Mystery of Lily Evans' Holly Wreath.

Lily's hair was red. That was the first thing James noticed about her.

"James, I really need to use the loo so open up right now!" James smirked back at her. "Listen," he sighed. "I am incredibly sorry but I cannot let you inside the house until I have verified your identity."

"So what you're saying is," he began tentatively, "if I flirt with you now in this room it'll ruin flirting forever"

There's no time to laugh or touch or know or even say goodbye.

"Are you telling me this isn't weird?" she asked, still not breaking eye contact. He grinned, "Not at all."

So here it is: the story of my friends. Perhaps if you can begin to understand them, however minute that understanding might be, perhaps you'll also understand why their absence is such a tragedy.

In which James is jealous, Lily blinks, and Elliot Thompson has stubby fingers. Oneshot.

"There's something you have to realise about a boy who buys you sweets that taste like torture, fights a branch duel for your honour, or lets you dribble on his jumper: a boy like that should never be ignored."

The woman sighed and took one last look at the slumbering twosome before shutting them away; they really were the most beautiful couple.

Happy Birthday. I hope you like orange.

It's always a tense moment when you run into a beautiful girl in that awkward space between using the loo and washing your hands.