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Five years was a long time to change and grow. But, it also took five years for her to get past the heartbreak of losing someone she believed had been the love of her life. Five years to realize, life was never going to be a fairytale. Five years, for life to finally throw a curveball when everything was beginning to feel normal again.

The news was something she always took time to listen to as she sipped her to go coffee, before heading out to pick up her daughter. Finding out that her ex had returned over the weekend was all over the news, since the morning coverage to the noon.

"You’d think there would be more important matters to cover," she muttered under her breath. Her manager overheard, giving her a sympathetic smile as she handed her the pastry to go with her coffee. "Thanks, Pat. I’ll see you in the..." Voice trailed away after she turned to exit the diner, not expecting to see the very one who was all over the news.

Looks like he figured out where she still works. "I was leaving. If you want to talk, Ollie. My number hasn’t changed." Her voice was calm, walking past him to exit the diner.

It’s our movie, Ollie! You’re the farmboy, and I’m Princess Buttercup. From this night forward, you shall refer to me as nothing else.

“Please don’t talk about stretching. It hurts to even do that,” she whined. It showed, too. As soon as he pulled her in, she winced with a pout forming on her lips. “Wow, are you saying my legs don’t look great now? That’s a real shame, because I was thinking of putting on a pretty little number that I bought to wear for you tonight.” She bit on her bottom lip in a teasing manner, before leaning in to kiss him sweetly, hand running over his chest. There was no rush for her to break the kiss. It was sensual, lingering, enough to leave to the imagination until she slowly pulled away. “Mmm, guess you’ll have to wait.”

you chose each other. ALWAYS each other. everyone else be DAMNED.

     “Get your hands off of me!” Lily hissed as the Death Eater pulled her into the alleyway that was even darker than the rest of the street. She yanked her arm away once in the cover of even further darkness, pulling her wand out of her sleeve but not yet pointing it at the man in front of her. 

     “Why have you been avoiding my letters?” he demanded. “You have a duty to fulfill, our master is expecting you to take ranks” he said firmly. 

     “Your master” she corrected, her tone clearly annoyed. “I have made no such pledge to your cause, and you would do well to leave me alone” she said.

     “You have no choice and you know it, Mrs Snape” he mocked with a cocky grin on his face. “Your husband took the mark, it is time you do the same”

     Lily could feel a vein bulging angrily in her forehead, her jaw locking so hard with anger she didn’t think she would be able to open her mouth to defend her more. The last thing she needed was to be reminded of what Severus had done, of what he had signed her up for without consent, of what he had damned any children they could have had to. He had condemned them both to a life as servants to a dark wizard she had no faith in, he had forced her into a life where suspicious witches and wizards were constantly showing up at their house in the middle of the night. 

     “My husband does not decide my fate, nor shall you or your master” she said through gritted teeth. Suddenly she felt the large hand that had grabbed her arm  before reach up to grab her throat and push her against the wall, hard enough to make a point but not enough to cut off her air way. 

     “You will take the mark and you will take it soon, or you will pay his price” he hissed in her face. 

Mia turned around, she knew that face. She had seen that face all through her childhood, and she had been told stories by her mother, about how her father had been a hero. “Dad?” she asked, fingers rubbed together, “how?”

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“Oliver, we don’t have time for this!” Sara hissed out, keeping her hands pressed to her rapidly bleeding thigh. “...I’m not going to make it out of here, not like this. And if you try to help me, I will just slow you down. But if you go alone, if you go now, you at least have a shot. ...So go. Go, and I’ll cover you.” She was already pulling one hand away from the wound, wiping it on her leathers before retrieving the gun she’d taken off one of their attackers.

Liv had a plan. A simple one. She borrowed an interdimensional extrapolator from the base and popped over to another dimension with the intension of just... looking at what life was like in this world. She wasn’t Iris, she wasn’t going to go talk to people who she knew some version of but they had no idea who she was for her own selfish benefit. Or at least, that had been the plan. And then she saw him and the whole plan went out the window. She hadn’t even thought about it, she’d just walked up to him, partly in awe of how young he was.

James groaned as he forced himself to sit up.  Was he alright?  Well, the ringing in his ears, the blurry vision, and the pain in his head probably said ‘no.’  But, there was no way he was going to admit to that as he stared up at Lily.  Rubbing his hand along the back of his head, James picked up his glasses from where they’d fallen next to him on the quidditch pitch and put them on.  That at least solved the blurry vision problem.

“Yeah,” he said.  “Completely fine.  Tip top shape, even.  More than ready to get back on the broom and win the game,” he continued, forcing himself to his feet.  A wave of dizziness and nausea hit him then, and James knelt back down.  “On second thought, probably should hit the hospital wing first.”

Lily was there to catch the stubborn arse as he stumbled, before he knelt back down, looking rather ill. She’d seen what happened, clear as day, being on reserves for this game -- Slytherin beater MacNair had lined up his shot, and sent a bludger straight for James’ head. Bloody brute was lucky he hadn’t killed James, or she’d have knocked him right off his broom. 

“I’m most certainly taking you to the hospital wing.” She said, ignoring the relief she felt that James was at least talking, and moving (somewhat). She ducked under his arm, slinging it over her shoulders, arm around his waist as she helped him to stand. She was sure his friends were already making their way down to the pitch.