The next morning I woke up to doors slamming.

As I sat up, mine swung open.

“Jesus, James,” I laughed, pulling myself under the covers. “It’s cold, and it’s early. Just what time is it?”

“Five A.M.,” he grinned, taking my blanket off and throwing it half way across the room.

“Okay, that is officially the worst way in the world to wake me up,” I groaned, and shoved him out of my room. After finally finding my sweater I jogged down the stairs to find Remus stretching, Mr. Orson looking wide awake, and James jumping around the room.

“Calm down,” I instructed, but it was useless. James simply looked like a five year old introduced to candy for the first time. “Coffee, anyone?”

“Yes, me please,” Mr. Orson asked.

Remus raised his hand and I made him a cup, too.

“All right, who is going to play Santa?”

“I will! I will!”

“All right James… you know how?”

“Duh. Even I’m not that stupid,” he said and began to pass out presents. I sat down next to Remus.

“Do you think he knows that he just insulted himself?”

“I really don’t think that he cares,” Remus smiled, his eyes twinkling with delight.

“Open!” James cried. “Oh Remus, awesome!” He held up an advanced Wizard’s Chess box.

“Yeah, I figured you might need the help,” Lupin dodged as James threw wrapping paper at him.

I opened my present from Remus also. “Oh, wow, Remus. This is great!” I held up a new jar of Floo Powder. “How’d you remember?”

“Well, I knew you were running out, and I know you hate to Apparate with shopping bags.”

I hugged him tightly.

A cough had us turn around. Mr. Orson held up a new bright teal vest. “Remus, you remembered my favorite color!” he squealed.

I smiled and wondered again how someone would pass a Christmas without him.

“Here’s the next lot,” James informed us. “Open!”

This one was from James. I shook it slightly, and then unfolded it carefully.

Finally, I got down to a small box. I flipped off the lid, and a beautiful heart-shaped locket stared back at me.

“Oh, James,” I whispered.

He’d come up behind me. “It opens.”

Inside was a picture of the two of us from our fourth year. Underneath it were the words, “This is just one holiday together in what I hope to be many more. Merry Christmas.”

I couldn’t help but to kiss him.

Everyone exchanged his or her thanks, and, at last, everyone received my presents.

“Lily… Lily, this is too much,” Remus breathed softly. “This had to cost so much.”

“This makes up for the seven years that I never got you anything. You always managed to find me something sweet. Try the robes on… they’ll adjust to whatever size you happen to be at the time.”

He slid the gray satin robes over his shoulders and the seams automatically began to tighten up.

“I think I might’ve been offended if they had to loosen,” he joked, then hugged me. “This present… it was simply amazing, Lily. I’ll treasure these forever.”

James’ box revealed a scarlet-and-gold chain watch.

“Look, it’s not only that, though,” I leaned over him. “It’s a Dark Detector, too.”

I turned to Mr. Orson. He was staring; mouth agape, at the package. It was a small chest, only accessible by the owner.

“So you don’t have to hide it in the wall anymore,” I told his softly. “The cushioning keeps your potions just as safe.”

“You’re not scared then, Miss Evans?” he asked, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Of me dying?”

“To die would be an awfully big adventure.”

We sat, staring at each other, as James and Remus chased each other around the room, oblivious to all.

cool!Lily!You're so sweet!!!James, Remus, nice presents!!!!!!!Mr.Orson is going to die...isn't he?*crys*I don't want him to die!!!!!!!!!please post soon!And, its almost 9 on the east coast, do you have school?PAMSOID!!

Yeah, almost ten now.
Yepp, I do.
Unfortunatley. =[

This is awesome. Sorry i haven't been around much. But i've been so busy with school, my home life, and my work. i haven't had time to get on and read fics. Post more sooon This is so awesome. I love it.

Susan- Yeah I know what you mean. Life is way busy for me right now too; but just think; everytime you get one there's lots to read! Well, it's great to have you here when you can be!!

All right guys, the boyfriend is coming over tonight for dinner... [Yay! The first time that I get to see him outside of school for a while!] So IDK if I'm going to be able to post... but I'm going to try, ohkay?

My readers are the best. Love you!

Ok!I hope you have a good time!!!PAMSOID!!!Post when ever you want!!!!

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It's sweet of them all!!! Christmas is the best season of the year, isn't it? Sorry if I posted just now...many people just want me off the computer. PAMS!!!!PAMS!!!! I just love this story!!!!!

Aww you guys are great! Well, I can't post tonight, but when I get free time tomorrow I'll post. I have church but I should still be home in time... let's hope so! See you all tomorrow!

ok!Just saying, my time on the computer is now limited to three hours, like I'll ever let my mom win with that.I'll try to sneak,but....PAMSOID!!!!PLEASE POST SOON!!!!!I have nothing to do and reading this story brightens my day!!!!!!PLEASE!!!!

Aww bummer! All right, well I didn't go to school today, so I'm on and writing! I'm also going to ask today to bump my story up to Sa13+... It won't change sections, will it?

Ah, well. Writing!

Edit: POSTING!

Right after Christmas my lessons picked up. December rolled into January and each time I would spend just a little bit longer at Mr. Orson’s.

One day I was there for five hours. He looked at his watch then yelped. “Oh, my dear, look at the time!”

It was nearly nine o’clock.

“You’d better get home for dinner; I suppose that Remus and James have saved you some.”

When I reached my house all the lights were off expect in the kitchen.

“Hello?” I called as I closed the front door. Automatically, blackness swarmed all around me.

I fumbled into the light to find James sitting at the table, reading a book titled An Auror’s Choice: My Story.

“Hey, you,” I smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. “Studying?”

“Waiting for you to get home,” he answered. “Dinner is in the refrigerator…”

“Where’s Remus?”

“Upstairs... he's the one studying.”

“How’s your schoolwork coming?”

“Fine, mother,” he smiled. “Yours?”

“Good, but I don't know how my owl is going to carry all of that parchment to Hogwarts.”

“Speaking of owls, Dumbledore wrote saying that he’s coming to dinner tomorrow,” James said casually, taking a sip of coffee.

“What?” I asked, surprised. “Dumbledore, here? In our house?”

“Mmhmm,” he replied, turning back to his book.

“But the house is filthy, James,” I shrieked. “He’ll think we can’t manage on our own.”

He laid his book down and pushed me into a chair. “How can you say the house is filthy? You make us clean by hand everyday.”

“Oh, how tragic... REMUS!” I called up the stairs.

I went and sat in the living room and James joined me. We heard footsteps crashing down the stairs.

“What’s up?” Remus asked, shaking his brown hair out of his eyes.

“Tomorrow we’re cleaning and doing major yard work.”

Remus groaned.

“But there’s a catch,” I said. “You can use your wands.”

“Yesss!” James hissed.

“I’ll be working in the front yard a lot, planting flowers and such, so it’s up to you two to clean the inside.”

And so it went; the next day we spent the whole time cleaning.

When it reached five o’clock I was finally done and the yard looked really good; I’d sent the lawnmower to cut the grass itself, and was immensely glad that Muggles couldn’t see the house. The flowers were planted in a very pretty island and the mailbox wasn’t falling over anymore. Finally, I repainted the outside a new shade of white.

I found the inside in just as good of a condition; the tables were sparkling and the windows were clean, which was something I hadn’t even expected. I figured they’d skip over the little things.

I took a shower and came downstairs to see the table set with the nicest china I’d ever seen.

“Wow, it looks great,” I said to Remus, who was sitting in the living room in his new robes.

“You can thank James for the plates and cups; he was digging through the attic today and found them… spent an hour scrubbing them.”

I hugged James tightly and let go as the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I said, and opened the door.

It was odd, really, to see a teacher come to what was basically your house after two months away.

“Ah, Miss Evans,” he grinned. “It is lovely to see you again.”

“Come in,” I offered, and held the door open. James took his coat and we led him to the living room.

We all took a seat and the Professor looked us over. “Well, you don’t appear starving, unclothed, or not taken care of in any way.”

James raised his eyebrows. “Er… what?”

“It was rather what Headmaster Dippet had feared; hence my visit. I must admit that he’s not very delighted with your living arrangements. If he didn’t respect Nivy Orson as much as he does, he would’ve said flat out no.”

“I bet,” I nodded grimly, thinking of our co-ed house. “Seriously, though. We all work together here to keep things running smoothly.”

“Lily and I are dating though,” James blurted out, and then blushed. “I figured you should know. But we’re not planning on doing anything, especially while we are in school.”

“Well, I’ll keep that bit of information to myself,” he smiled. “I’m sure that’s the last thing the Headmaster wants to hear. All right, you all have been keeping up wonderfully with your homework, but I’ve been instructed to inspect the house… how about afterwards we’ll have dinner?”

We agreed and as he looked around James put the finishing touches on our meal. I laid out napkins and Remus made drinks.

When the Professor came back downstairs I asked him if he’d like to sit at the head of the table. He accepted. “The house is in wonderful condition; Miss Evans, you have these boys cleaning well. Now, I’m starving… what’s for dinner?”

“I honestly have no idea,” Remus answered. “James has been cooking all day and won’t let anyone see.”

“Presenting,” I called from the kitchen. “Chef Potter with his signature dish!”

I took my seat in the dining room and James came through the swinging doors with a huge, white top hat on his head and what appeared to be an extremely heavy platter.

“Tonight we shall be having Steamed Thai Snapper, seasoned with butternut squash and parsley. On the side we have Quinoa Pilaf and Curried Sweet Potato, and for dessert, my favorite… Lemon-thyme Cream Puffs with your fruit of choice.”

“I have no idea what you just said,” I smiled. “But it all looks and smells delicious.”

James dealt out the fish and soon asked the Professor the question we’d all been wondering about. “No offense sir, but why did they send you to check on us?”

He took a bite and looked at us thoughtfully. “I knew you’d be asking and I supposed I must tell you the truth… I wanted to come because I have something to tell you all. Something that not many people know, nor wish to hear.”

I dished out another piece of fish; James was a surprisingly good cook. I’d only thought he could make hamburgers and pancakes, but he’d proved me wrong. “It’s bad news isn’t it?”

“Alas, it is,” he replied sadly. “The Wizarding Community… Well… we’re in war.”

Oh!Well, hmmm.....Lily, now, you remind me of my mom!My mom makes me clean, a lot too.Oy.....James, Remus, and I should team up and defeat my mom!(with the cleaning, maybe I'll help them clean the house they're staying in if they help me...)Now, what James made, sounds delicious!!!!I'm starting to get hungry thinking about what he cooked!And, a war....That's not good.Lord Voldemort started it didn't he.?PAMSOID!!!!Have a nice day!PAMSOID!!

Haha I know, I HATE cleaning. It burned my fingers just typing about it lol. Haha but I LOVE to cook & I got those recipies off of a television show.

I swear, I spend more time researching and editing my posts than writing it.

I'm writing more right now, and I'm not sure if I'm going to post it tonight or not.

ok.Cool!Gots to go!Sorry!

Hey, you guys... If you'll notice the NEW & IMPROVED title... The Flavor of the Week - Sa13+.

Please remember that I am only doing this for just one scene... [or maybe two, depending on how far things get with Voldemort.]

Hibbah- Could you please update the name in your siggy? If so, I'd really appreciate it; I don't want to be misleading to future readers. & Once again, thank you so much for having my link in there at all. You are so amazing!

la La LA!
*echo*
Is anyone out there?

So I posted down there...
... if anyone wants to read it.

Man, I'm bored.

LA LA LAAAAA.
*breaks glass*

Well, I'm not supposed to post three times in a row...
But I'm doing it anyway...

Just to tell anyone know who might be even remotley interested
that I'm writing! =]

New Reader! I luv your story. Post some more soon please. PAMS!

Hi Ebony!
It is GREAT to have you here!!!
Well I'm writing a post right now, as we speak.
So as soon as it's done I'll post again!

EEKKK Yay!

I'm Back!!!!!!!!
Oh....Sa13+

Grreat updates!!!!!!!!!!! Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!!!!!!! But your title is not living up to its expectation...it needs ice cream...lol jk

I'm waitin for your post~!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Rose

Hahaha, you and your ice cream!! Well, what about the first post?! It had ice cream in it!! lol. So we now know Lily's flavor of ice cream [well, kinda lol]

It's great to have you back.
I'm writing now! =]

POSTINGGG!

“War?” I asked, eyes wide. “Like ‘bang bang, you’re dead’ war?”

“No,” Dumbledore replied. “Like ‘Avada Kedavra, you’re dead’ war.”

“So what can we do?” James asked.

“We?” Professor Dumbledore asked. “You can do nothing. I’m sorry, but you’re too young and inexperienced.”

“We’re all of age,” Remus replied. “And I think we’ve accomplished a lot more than you think.”

“Oh, yes?” Dumbledore asked. “Surprise me.”

“Lily has nearly finished one of the hardest potions ever created,” James said. “And she’s invented tons of her own. She’s the best in our grade, has amazing tracking skills, and has sources in the Muggle and Wizarding world.”

“Remus has defended other kids unselfishly, putting his life on the line several times,” I imputed, remembering our interviews. “He’s entwined in the magical beast’s side of life, which could all be key sources to whatever this war is about. He’s also amazing at Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“And James,” Remus concluded, “Is excellent in charms and transfiguration. In his fifth year he became an Animagus. He knows his way around the school better than the Keeper himself and has assisted in creating a map that shows everyone in it, which took loads of talent and time. He’s diligent and intelligent.”

We all looked at each other proudly.

Professor Dumbledore each gave us a penetrating look. “Some of that is surprising to me, and a lot of it could get you into trouble. I must admit though, your accomplishments are greater than I expected…”

Right then, something told me that Dumbledore had every intention of us fighting in the war, he just wanted to see if we’d stand up for each other.

“All right,” he said. “I give in. However, I must test you all. Let’s talk.

“At the beginning of this year I created something called the Order of the Phoenix. Several Professors, workers in the Ministry of Magic, and underground people participate in gathering information and spying on the opposite side.”

“But just who is the other side?” Remus asked.

“They’re called Death Eaters… headed by a man more fierce and evil than any others. He has no sympathy, no regrets. He will kill anyone who crosses him, child or adult. His name is Tom Riddle… but he’s proclaimed himself Lord Voldemort.”

Just the name sounded evil. I shuddered, but I was not scared. “And how do you plan on stopping him? How can we help you?”

“We can’t plan on stopping him,” Dumbledore answered. “But we can try our hardest. Right now there is only one thing you can do to help, which is successfully create that potion. Once you can do that we can have Remus help get the other werewolves on our side… Right now James and Remus need to help you as much as they can; they need to randomly ask you questions and have you recite the potion from memory.”

“Is it that important?” James questioned.

“Yes,” he emphasized. “Remus, of all people, knows what it’s like to not be able to control his cravings as a werewolf. Lord Voldemort will be using that to his advantage; it’s just one more thing he can use to scare everyone.”

Remus nodded. “I can imagine.”

“Fenrir Greyback,” Dumbledore said softly.

“No,” Remus hissed.

“What?” I asked. “Who is he?”

“He’s… he’s the werewolf who bit me,” Remus said, his voice shaky. “Dumbledore is right. You guys… this is really extreme.”

“This is also our families,” James interjected. “This is our friends, our teachers, our future kids that we’re protecting. You’re going to tell me it’s extreme? Of course it is Remus, but wouldn’t you rather die fighting for what you believe in then just sitting back and watching it happen?”

Silence followed.

“I want you three to realize that I’m not asking just anyone to join,” said Dumbledore. “I’ve picked you three out for individual reasons that you haven’t even named. I’m trusting the utmost secrecy from you all.”

I nodded. “I promise I won’t say a thing.”

“And I,” said James.

Remus nodded. “And I.”

“Well, let’s begin.” Dumbledore instructed, and pulled out his wand.

The Order!!!!! YAY!!!! Great posts!!! I've been gone so long!!!! I missed like three!!!! Its the homework and the projects faults!!!! *Arghhhh* And I still have more homework to do!!! So this is why the I'll cut this short!!!! PAMS!!! I love this story, its my absolute favorite!!! PAMS LIKE A PIG!!!!