Bellatrix stroked your cheek as you sat upon her laugh, kissing your head.

This was technically an Order meeting, but Narcissa was sleeping on Alice’s shoulder, and you, looking ever-so-forlorn, we’re in her lap.

James watched from his place on the couch opposite the fireplace, his arm around Lilly’s waist, hnad splayed on her pregnant belly.

Narcissa was to become Miss Lucius Malfoy, but Alice couldn’t let her go. The auburn-haired witch stroked her girlfriend’s back, kissing her head.

It was late October, only a week from Halloween. The Order meetings were held in the Potter’s Manner. Sirius was holding hands with Remus, Marlene was staring lovingly at Dorcas’s ring finger and kissing her hand- she had just proposed.

Even though the marriage between Sirius and Remus or Marlene and Dorcas would never be actually recognized because they were same-sex, the love was still there.

The young Weasleys, Molly and Arthur, held their first baby boy, Bill, though everybody called him Billy.

She could feel your jealousy. She could never give you a baby, and even if she could, it wouldn’t be safe. You were a Half-Blood, a half-breed tramp, as her parents called you.

So, here the two of you were, childless, marriage-less, and miserable.

James cleared his throat and gave both you and Alice a look.

Alice’s mouth started to open in what everybody there knew was going to be a profanity-filled argument.

Alice Fortesque was a Pureblood witch if about 5’6”, with shaggy, shoulder-length red-brown hair, and amber eyes that only ever softened for Narcissa.

There were few people here she respected, aside from you and Cissa, but she respected Alice.

Just before she was about to start yelling, t he blonde woke. She apologized and removed herself from Alice, who now looked a bit like she wanted to cry- she hadn’t even gotten a kiss goodbye before her lover was pulling Bellatrix away from you, and preparing herself to apparate back to Maylfoy Manner.

Both you and Alice could understand the other’s distrust, but wished James wouldn’t be so outright about his distrust.

These women were still the lives of your respective lives, and these feelings would not go away- even if they were on the opposing side of the war.

Alice chased Narcissa onto the front lawn for a goodbye kiss like the one you had gotten from Bellatrix, but the blonde disapparated right as the redhead’s arms were wrapping around her body.

This caused Alice to splinch, a small chunk now missing out of her right arm. She pressed her hand over the wound to stop the bleeding.

You came out and stood next to her, draping the brown-eyed witch’s jacket over her shoulders as you shot a small wave to Bellatrix, who softened and pulled you in for another kiss as Alice stared off.