Not much to say, except that I hope you like it! It starts with James and Lily then goes forward twenty years to Harry and Ginny. Enjoy!
*Warning:: this contains my horrid attempts at humor*
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A Locket through the Years | ||||
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Category: Alternate Universe, Post-HBP, Pre-OotP Characters:Harry/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, James Potter, James Potter, James Potter, Lily Potter, Lily Potter, Lily Potter, Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black, Sirius Black, Sirius Black Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance Warnings: Mild Sexual Situations Story is Complete Rating: PG Reviews: 4 Summary: Harry gave Ginny a locket for Christmas. The same day, twenty years before, James gave Lily a locket. Two couples, twenty years apart in time, and one locket passed through the years. (Harry/Ginny and James/Lily) Hitcount: Story Total: 7899 Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work. Author's Notes: |
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-December 25, 1977- -Gryffindor Common Room- James Potter ran down the stairs that led up to the boys dormitories. He was clutching a wrapped package in one hand, the other combing through his untidy, black hair. It was Christmas morning and James had wanted to give the present he held to its recipient personally. Lily Evans and James had been dating for not very long, only a few weeks. You see, for a long time, Lily didn’t get along too well with James (okay, that’s an understatement). However, when they boarded the Hogwarts Express for the beginning of their seventh year, Lily found out that James was Head Boy. She was sure that the year would be horrible. James, though, eventually won Lily over. How, I won’t say, but it did involve much yelling, flirting (on James’ part), slapping (that was Lily), apologizing, becoming friends, kissing, and finally, dating. It also involved ‘bath time’, ‘Sally the bar of soap’, ‘Wally the washcloth’, and ‘Danny the rubber ducky’, but I’ll let you draw your own conclusions about that… “Lily!” James yelled as he came to a halt in the middle of the common room. “Yes James?” Lily asked as she got up from the couch she had been sitting on. She walked up to the very eager James, her long auburn hair swishing behind her, just as James’ three best friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, sat on the couch she had previously occupied. James straightened his glasses and handed the present to Lily, his hazel eyes shining with excitement, and said, “I wanted to give you your present myself. I really liked the chaser gloves you got me, thanks.” “Your welcome, James,” she replied as she took the neatly wrapped present. It was wrapped in shiny red paper with a gold ribbon around it and a gold bow on top. Lily smiled, “It’s really pretty.” “But you haven’t even opened it!” he exclaimed. “I meant the wrapping,” Lily laughed. “Oh,” he said sheepishly, “thanks. Yeah,” he sighed dramatically, “I worked hours on it.” “Don’t believe him Lily, I wrapped it,” Remus offered with a teasing smile. The others, except James, laughed. “Shut it, Moony,” James retorted, he didn’t, though, deny the fact that Remus wrapped the present. That was forgotten, however, as he urged, “Go on, Lils; open it! Lily took the present and very slowly, pulled off the bow that sat neatly on top of the gift. As she gently took the bow in her hand, and admired it, James squirmed, shifting from foot to foot. He looked much like a five year old, waiting to open presents. “Prongs, relax,” Remus said as Lily took her time turning the present over, looking for where the ribbon began. “You look like a little kid waiting to open presents on Christmas.” “Really Moony?” Sirius commented, “Huh, I thought he looks more like he did in third year when he really had to pee.” Sirius turned to James from his spot on the couch and warned, “Now Prongs, don’t pee your pants again.” James blushed, turned to Sirius, and said through clenched teeth, “I did not pee my pants! That was Wormtail!” Peter made a quiet noise of protest, and Sirius simply shrugged, saying, “Yeah, Wormtail did pee his pants, but, that was in fifth year when you were catching that stupid snitch, Prongs. You, however, peed your pants in third year — there’s no denying it. Lilykins,” he added as he saw Lily had just only taken the ribbon off of her present, “you should hurry up and open that present before James wets himself.” Lily and James both glared at Sirius, and said at the same time, “Don’t call me ‘Lilykins’!” “Shut it, Padfoot, I will not wet myself!” Sirius only rolled his eyes. “So, away from the subject of Prongs and Wormtail wetting themselves, what do you guys want to do today?” Remus asked. Sirius’s reply was to stretch his feet out onto the table in front of the couch and sigh, “Ahh, I love having the common room to ourselves.” “We don’t, technically,” Peter piped up, “there are still the younger students here. They are just all up in their dormitories.” “Yeah, hiding from Sirius,” Remus quipped. “Hey!” Sirius insisted, “I’m great with kids! All the ickle-firsties love me.” “Yeah, sure, the day you are great with kids, Padfoot, is the day I’ll teach here,” Remus responded dryly, rolling his eyes. “Exactly!” Sirius loudly exclaimed, dramatically, “You will teach here. You’ll teach Defence Against the Dark Arts here one day, Moony, mark my words! I am, after all, Sirius Black, the great Seer!” Remus countered, “Yeah, Padfoot, you keep thinking that.” Sirius was about to reply when a loud moan came from the other side of the common room. The three Marauders turned to see James still wriggling on the spot. Lily had just peeled off the last of the wrapping paper off the present, it seemed. Sirius gave a loud bark like laugh, Peter giggled softly, and Remus couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter: Lily had taken all that time to open her present to torture James — which she was doing a very good job of. She slowly pulled the top off of the box and made a show of peering into the box, curiously, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. She lifted her face from the small crack between the lid and the box, a smile playing on her lips, causing James to loudly whine, “Lily!” Chuckling, Lily straightened up, opened the box, and sorted through the paper inside before finding a silver locket. It was new, but had a style about it that made it look older. It was rectangular, with groove on the side, and had a long silver chain. “Open it,” James encouraged happily. Lily opened it, and on the right side was a picture of her and James. They were standing underneath mistletoe, and in the picture, James looked up, Lily followed his gaze, and saw the mistletoe. James then proceeded to kiss Lily softly on the lips. The picture Lily and James pulled away, smiling happily; James and Lily had already been dating when the picture had been taken. “James, I love it,” Lily whispered when she finally found her voice. James grinned and unclasped the chain to the locket before reaching over and re-clasping it around her neck. He then lifted her hair, placing it over the chain, and then released it, letting it fall back down her back. Lily smiled at James, leaning closer to him and pressing her lips to his. It was a chaste kiss, and yet, it was perfect. They pulled away, grinning, before their lips met in what was a much more passionate kiss. As they lost themselves in the kiss, they didn’t hear the gagging sounds Sirius was making or the smacking sound of Remus cuffing him on the back of the head, and Peter’s sniggers. -December 25, 1997- -Gryffindor Boy’s Dormitory- Harry Potter woke up to a strange tickling sensation on his nose. He reached out a hand to bat whatever was causing it away, his eyes still shut tight, and was rewarded by hearing someone laugh. He reluctantly opened his eyes to see a figure ahead of him with a red halo around it. He reached a hand out to his bedside table and felt for his glasses. He grasped them and slid them onto his face. When he opened his eyes again, he could clearly see what the red haloed figure in front of him had been. Ginny Weasley sat on the edge of Harry’s bed, an amused grin on her face, clutching the end of one of her long strands of red hair. “Happy Christmas, Harry,” she said cheerily as he sat up. Harry replied, his voice slightly rough with sleep, “Happy Christmas, Gin.” She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, firmly. He pulled away from her for a minute to give her a quick smile, before leaning towards her again. It was when their lips were a forefinger apart that a pillow hit Ginny in the back of the head, causing her to lurch forward and Harry and Ginny’s heads to slam into each other. “Ow!” They both cried as Ron’s voice called, “Oi, stop snogging, we’ve got presents!” “Ron, you git,” Ginny replied, throwing the pillow Ron threw back at him. It hit him square in the face. Hermione, who was sitting next to Ron, laughed along with Harry and Ginny. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had indeed been hunting down the Horcruxes ever since Dumbledore’s death. It had taken some convincing from Hermione and Ron, but Harry finally agreed to return to Hogwarts. Also, after some negotiating with McGonagall, the trio got permission to leave the school whenever they needed for their ‘secret task’. “So, where’s my present?” Ginny asked in a mocking eager tone. “Is that all you care about, the present I got you?” Harry teased. Ginny laughed, her eyes sparkling humorously, “Of course, Mr. Potter. Well?” she prodded jokingly when Harry hadn’t given her the present. Chuckling, Harry handed her a carefully wrapped box. It was covered in emerald green paper — Ginny’s favourite colour. She happily pulled off the paper quickly until she reached the box, which she promptly pulled the lid off of. Harry watched, feeling slightly nervous as Ginny sorted through the tissue paper inside the box, happiness shining on her face. Finally, she uncovered a locket underneath the paper and lifted it out of the box. It was a simple silver locket, and yet, it had an unmatched beauty. It was old, but didn’t look damaged or shabby. Instead, it had a look of character on it. It was obviously a locket that had been worn before, but taken care of well, and was very adored. In Ginny’s eyes, it was perfect. She placed it in the palm of her hand, the long chain dangling off of her hand, and ran her fingers in the groove on the side. The locket opened, and her eyes landed on the left side, where a picture was placed. It showed Harry and Ginny the year before, after they had started dating. They were been nestled together against a tree at the edge of the Black Lake, and occasionally Harry would place a kiss on top of Ginny’s head, and Ginny would gaze at him lovingly. Ginny looked to the other side and was shocked to find another picture, not of Harry and Ginny, but two people who looked remarkably like them. In it, they were underneath mistletoe. When the couple saw it, they kissed and then pulled away, beaming. Ginny tore her eyes away from the locket to look at Harry who was sitting, fidgeting with his hands, and looking nervous. He met her gaze and took a breath, “The other picture is of my parents. This is the locket that my dad gave to my mum during Christmas of their seventh year. Remus gave it to me. He said that my mum would of wanted me to give the locket to someone I cared about,” Harry explained. Then he added quietly, “Do you like it?” Ginny smiled brightly, “I love it, Harry,” she answered. “Put it on me?” “Of course,” Harry said, smiling in relief. He unclasped the locket and placed it around her neck before re-clasping it, and laying the chain down on her long red hair. Ginny tackled Harry gleefully down onto the bed, kissing him fervently, in response. Harry laughed before responding with his own kisses. “Enough with the snogging already, really,” Ron muttered softly to himself. But Harry and Ginny, it seemed, had forgotten about everyone else in the room. *Finite* A/N :: That is all. I hope you enjoyed it! So, now that you're finished please review! Xx-Ginny-xX |
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