"Father, let me ride to the war!" Lady Lilian pleaded.

King Liam held her shoulders and looked at her, a stern light in his emerald eyes.

"Forgive me, daughter, I can't let that happen," he said calmly.

"But-" Lilian protested.

"Evanstone needs you," her father said strictly. "It needs you. And, Lilian daughter of Rosalie, you are fighting for your country. And I'll be back, with the war won by us."

And so she watched, helpless, as the trumpets blew and the riders mounted their horses. She raised her sword in salute and saw James turn and give her what could be the last smile from him.

"I love you," she whispered quitely.

The way to Slytherin was through dense mountains, dark forests and dangerous plains. A single fall from the mountain could result in death.

James's horse, Aodh, was probably braver than the rest of the horses. He raced through the thin path with the pace of wind. They passed the Mountains of Darkness and entered the Forbidden Forest, one of the most dangerous forests in Europe.

There, they made camp for the night. The sky was dark, without the moon or stars. Dark and moody clouds moved over them as some of the riders kept watch.

"This will be a long night," Prince Frank Longbottom of Hufflepuff whispered darkly.

"Without a doubt," Prince Remus Lupin of Ravenclaw agreed.

So, the next day, they started again. The Forbidden Forest was known for its beasts. Fortunately, they didn't encounter any of them until the third day since leaving Evanstone.

The tigers were surrounding them, growling and baring their fangs. Prince Sirius drew his sword, but King Fleamont raised his hand to stop him.

"We can't hurt them," he said. "It is impossible to do so within the forest, their home terriority. We have to tale a different route."

They moved back. The tigers left them after a while and they chose another path, where the forest was thin.

The boughs closed on either sides of them, looming over the riders and wrapping them in a dark shadow. The horses shuffled their hooves nervously but kept moving until they were out of the forest, on the sixth day.

That night, they made camp in the plains far from the forest. The night happened with dark as all others, perhaps even darker. They understood that they were, perhaps, fifty miles from Mount Doom, the mountain surrounding Slytherin.

In Evanstone, the mood was not much better. Lady Lilian had done everything to maintain peace, by strolling the city, increasing the army, comforting people...

But she was worried even more. Her lover, her father and her brother were fighting in the war and goodness knew whether she would ever see them again.

All her friends were protecting their own kingdoms, so they couldn't meet as often as they did, which only made Lilian sick.

And then, on the eighth day since the leaving of the armies, Slytherin attacked.

"FOR EVANSTONE!" Lady Lilian yelled as she stabbed a warrior.

"FOR EVANSTONE!" The rest of the army shouted.

The war continued for three days in all, with many warriors slain and wounded. That was until the twelfth day, when a rider from Gryffindor came there, true joy in his face.

"THE LORD RIDDLE IS DEFEATED! THE WAR IS WON!" He screamed.

The Slytherins fled in terror, for their master was dead.

"Lady Lilian," the rider said, "you are to be in Gryffindor by this very evening for the celebration. Prince James is perfectly fine, and so is King Fleamont."

On the night of the seventh day, the riders arrived at Mount Doom. King Fleamont turned.

"We are doing this for equality!" He shouted.

"For equality!" The riders yelled.

"For freedom!" King Orion shouted.

"For freedom!" The riders yelled.

"For justice!" King Liam shouted.

"For justice!" The riders yelled.

Dawn broke and the war started. The Lord Riddle himself was riding to it, with his servants.

Arrow after arrow rained down upon Slytherin's army. Sword after sword hit the warriors of Slytherin. Spear after spear pierced the warriors of Slytherin. Dagger after dagger hit the opposing army.

There came a horrible cry, of terror, from between the battlefield. The armies turned and saw Prince James Fleamont Potter, heir of Godric Gryffindor, from the house of Peverells, stab Lord Riddle with his sword.

The Dark Lord fell to the ground, dead.

The Slytherin army fled, which consisted of a few dozen warriors, for several were slain.

"Howard," King Fleamont said to one of the riders, "ride to the kingdoms, they need to hear the news of Riddle's death. To Evanstone first, if you don't mind, Lady Lilian might be worried out of her wits."

Howard rode off, past the mountains and plains.

"Well," King Liam said, "let us return to Gryffindor. We have a crowning ceremony to do, am I right, Fleamont, old friend?"

"Indeed you are, Liam, old friend," King Fleamont laughed.

So they came to Gryffindor, where the merry making started. After a few hours of celebration, King Fleamont took off his crown and looked at the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said loudly, "may I introduce the new king of Gryffindor, James Fleamont Potter, son of Fleamont, heir of Godric Gryffindor, from the House of Peverells!"

He then called James forward, who bent down on one knee, his head bowed as the golden crown with rubies was set upon his forehead.

"Behold! King James Potter of Gryffindor!" The crowd cried with delight as James stood up, smiling proudly.

Then, upon the castle, King Liam Evans set the hand of his daughter, Lady Lilian Evans, in the hand of King James Potter. And, underneath the stars, they were married.

"Behold! King James and Queen Lilian Potter of Gryffindor!" The screams of joy echoed through the country.

James looked down at his wife and smiled at her.

"I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," she breathed and kissed him.

An year after their marriage, Queen Lilian gave birth to Prince Harrison James Potter. And two years after that, Mirabella Euphemia Potter was born.

And now, at the age of one hundred and seven, the couple lay on their bed, hands clasped together as they took their last breaths.

"I love you, Lily, forever," James whispered.

"I love you too, James, forever," Lily gave him a weak smile.

And, the next morning, Queen Ginevra Potter found their parents-in-law laying on their bed, fingers entwined with calm smiles on their aged, yet noble faces.

They were buried under a huge oak tree near the palace, in the same grave.

Even until to this date, people say that all love stories should be like that one, because the love James and Lilian Potter had for each other was extraordinary and beyond ordinary understanding.

A/N: There you have it, part two. Sorry for killing them off, but it had to be done. Plus, they lived for HUNDRED years! Cool enough for me. Take care and stay safe.

Love,
Aurora:)