anonymous asked: either james or lily loses their memory of the other pleaaaase
thatwastaken asked: Jily promt: lily loses her memory of James
It’s better this way, safer for her.
James hadn’t argued that it was true. Keeping her as far from the war as possible would be safer. She would be out of sight and out of mind of the Death Eaters. She would be a Muggle that none of them knew; your everyday, average, non-magical Muggle.
We’ll do our best to reverse it once the war is over.
He found that hard to believe for a number of reasons, the first being that memory charms were tricky. When you take something away from someone’s mind, or you block something that you no longer want them to see – it’s not as simple as putting it back, or unblocking it. There was no black and white with the mind, only luck and hope.
For now, this is the only way to protect her, James.
They wanted her - Well, more specifically, they wanted muggleborns. Death Eaters were hunting them down in the middle of the night, dragging them from their beds, from their homes and slaughtering them in the streets. No warning, no mercy. She was terrified but she never showed it, not once. And that scared James the most. She was stubborn, too stubborn to run and too stubborn to hide.
Isn’t that what you want? Her safety?
He hadn’t told Lily the Order’s plan. He knew that she would only refuse. It ate away at him for days and days – but her death would mean James’ total destruction. He was being selfish; he was always selfish when it came to Lily. Without her he’d be nothing, a useless lump of dark hair and glasses. Though this was the most selfish thing he had ever done and would ever do. He held her hand as they stood in the Order’s safe house.
“Why are we here? I thought the meeting wasn’t until tonight.” She asked with a frown, turning to him and placing her hand on his chest as she looked up at him with those wide, loving eyes.
“Dumbledore wanted to see us.”
“You’re lying.” She frowned, tilting her head to get a closer look at the expression he wore – the burdened expression that revealed the pain that was writhing within him. In a matter of minutes, every memory, every trace of her life with him would be gone. And with no promise of it every returning to her. “You’ve got that shaky bottom lip you get when you’re lying.”
“It’s cold in here. Maybe it’s just a coincidence?”
“I don’t believe in coincidences, James Potter.”
And for good reason.