Life of Lily

Strawberry Shampoo and a Note

June 26, 2012

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.


That night the seven of them fell asleep on the floor of the girls' dorm. No blankets or pillows required. Hestia Jones, who had been having a sleepover with her Ravenclaw friends, was quite surprised when she walked into the dorm in the morning to find a bunch of guys asleep on the floor with her dorm mates. Nevertheless, she had smiled slightly and left the room with a change of clothes, not wanting to wake them. She was glad they had finally found that they needed each other.

Her smile was quickly replaced by a sigh. She had to admit, the world was a mess, but if anyone could do anything to help, it would be them. Never had she seen such determined Gryffindors. If only there were more like them.


"Lily?" James asked, not taking his eyes off the brilliant blue sky. A few white clouds dotted its canvas, creating a strangely entertaining picture that could hold James captivated for hours.

"Mmm?" she hummed in response, also lost in the swirling sky. He turned towards her.

How he had won the heart of someone so beautiful he didn't know. Her mane of hair was splayed across the grass, contrasting sharply against the dark green that almost matched her eyes. Just almost though, her eyes were at least two shades lighter and had little dots of yellow, making them three times as gorgeous.

She was wearing the jersey Sirius had gotten her for Christmas and it was already worn and wrinkled, a sign of how much she cherished it. Every time she wore it Sirius would ruffle her hair, look to James and say.

"Sorry mate, but I think she likes my gift better," James would respond with,

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Padfoot",

The lettering on the back was starting to come off, but recently Lily had charmed it to stay intact. The fifth Marauder, it said, a title she deserved while Marlene and Alice may as well be the sixth and seventh.

They were a family. James remembered a particular conversation he about it with Lily. She had been searching through a dictionary, trying to find words to confuse Sirius with (a favorite pastime of hers) when she came across the word "family". Its definition angered her slightly and made her eyebrows furrow.

She had instantly stormed over to James, who was lounging in a chair, and thrust the book into his face.

"What?" he had asked.

"Read it…" she whispered.

His eyes had trailed down the page until they stopped on a particular word, the one she had been previously looking at.

"They don't do it justice, do they?" he asked in a small voice, feeling what she was feeling.

She shook her head and crawled into his lap had she had done so many times before. She squirmed around a bit before laying her head down on his shoulder and peering into the book with him.

"Any group of persons closely related by blood, as parents, children, uncles, aunts, and cousins." She murmured.

"It's wrong you know," he whispered into her hair, planting a kiss on top of her head once the words were spoken. "We're a family…all of us,"

"What do you think it means James?"

"What means?"


"I…I think it means…someone, or a group of people, that…that you'd do anything for. People that you live for. People that make you smile when you see them that can see through all your walls."

"It's the people who will stand by us, forever," Lily had finished, her eyes drooping with sleepiness. Slowly, they had both nodded off, thinking of what it really meant.

James grinned weakly at the memory, savoring the feeling of it, the warmth it had brought.

"I love you," he said, trying to push as much as he felt for her into those three little words. They seemed miniscule and not big enough.

"I love you too, James," she said, turning her head to look at him.

"Say it again," he whispered, sliding closer and slipping his arm under her head. The grass tickled the spots were his shirt rode up.

"I love you, James Potter, is it that hard to believe?" she giggled.

"You're a vision, Evans," he said, "why am I so lucky?"

"I think fate likes you, Potter," she whispered. Their noses were touching and James could feel her breath on his lips.

The bright sunshine beat down on them, warming every particle of their being. The soft laughter of other students also enjoying the Sunday air drifted over to them like music. The sounds of Sirius and Marlene splashing around in the lake were heard and every once in a while Remus would comment between the pages of his book.

Lily and James were lying together a ways off, close enough for the others to see, but not hear.

She leaned in and her lips brushed against his, sending sparks through the both of them. Lily grinned and was about to turn away when James pulled her closer and dived in for another kiss, this one not so innocent. He couldn't get enough of her and kissing her felt right.

Once James pulled back she turned over and snuggled closer to him, reveling in the warmness of him.

"Have you heard from your sister, Lils?" he asked.

"No…but I don't need her anymore, not really,"


"I have you," she said turning back to him with a smile.

"I'm glad you know that Lily…it's really important," he said, his voice cracking. "I need you to know that I'm here for you, Lils, always and forever."

"Don't you think it doesn't go the other way either, James, I owe you,"

"For what?"

"For…for everything. For comforting me, for convincing and teaching me…for loving me,"

"Hmmm," he said nuzzling his nose into her hair, breathing in her wonderful scent.

"Strawberries," she whispered.


"My shampoo…it's strawberries."

"I've noticed," he responded.

"Do you know why?"

"There's a reason?"

"When I was a little girl we had a giant garden separated into two sections, a section for flowers and a section for food that we'd grow.

There was always one plant that stumped me though…it was the strawberries. Yes, they were considered food and probably belonged in that section, but I thought the flowers were so pretty. It's because they weren't trying to be, I think. They were so simple, yet made me smile.

I looked forward to those blossoms every year. I even convinced my mom to plant them with the other flowers. Eventually they had their own section there were so many of them. I loved coming home after going to the park and smelling those strawberries baking in a pie or sitting out on the table for me to eat." She said wistfully.

"What does that have to do with your shampoo, love?" James asked, twirling a lock of her hair around his fingers fondly.

"Patience, James, I'm not finished," she shushed, "Now, as I was saying, I loved those strawberries. In the winter the mere thought of them was the only thing that got me through and I longed for the scent of them again. Then one day I sent my mom to the store to get me more shampoo. She bought strawberry scented shampoo so that I would never be without the scent of them, no matter what time of year," Lily said, finishing with a laugh.

"Lily…would you like a strawberry garden?"


"Lils…I want to spend forever with you…now might not be the time for that, but eventually, yes. I'm asking if, when that time comes, you'd like a strawberry garden."

"Yes, please," she muttered like a lost child.


"Oi! Prongs! Save some for the other human beings!" yelled Sirius as he watched James pile treacle tart onto his plate in large scoops full at dinner that night.

"Hate to break it to you Lily, but you're no better," Remus said laughing at her plate that was piled with chocolate pudding.

She grinned and stuck her tongue out at him before digging into the giant serving. The clatter of forks ad knives echoed through the Great Hall and the loud sound no longer bothered Lily. She turned to Marlene too see her flicking peas into Sirius's hair without him noticing…she was on the fifth one.

Lily turned to James and pointed to her friend's spoon catapult and the green dots of food in Sirius's hair. They both shared a wide smile and tried to muffle their laughs best they could.

One particularly large pea dropped onto Sirius's head and he finally looked up at the ceiling in confusion.

"Hey guys…its it raining?" he asked, ruffling his hair. At the motion all the peas fell into his lap and the group exploded in giggles.

"You should have seen your face!" Marlene guffawed.

"Five whole minutes, seventeen peas, Padfoot, and you didn't notice," Remus added in.

"Oh shut up," Sirius said, not able to suppress his own laughter, he threw a grape at Marlene while he was at it.

She, in return, used her spoon catapult to launch the grape at Lily's face. Lily was busy tossing cherries at Remus though. James, wishing to defend his maiden, chucked a walnut back at Marlene while Remus dumped a whole bowl of chocolate chips down Sirius's back.

Soon all kinds of food sprinkled the floor around them and their laughs were many. That is, until McGonagall came to investigate.

"Mr. Potter, would you please stop throwing food at Ms. McKinnon? Detention, all of you. Seven o'clock tomorrow evening, my office." She said strictly.

Then, before she walked off, she dropped a note in the middle of their group and returned to her table. The note was addressed to all of them, the Marauders, Lily, Marlene, and Alice in swirly green handwriting.

James snatched it up before the others could and read it out loud for them all to hear.

Please visit my office tonight, eight o'clock. I wish for all of you to come as I think it shall benefit you greatly.

P.S. I am particularly fond of acid pops.

There was no mistaking the handwriting of the letter, and they all knew whom it was from. The only problem was that they didn't know what it was for.


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