BEFORE NYMPHADORA TONKS, THERE WAS LILY EVANS. All his life, the only kind of love which Remus Lupin felt was the one-sided type. Always loving but never loved, enduring years of fevered worship in silence. But when Lily announces her marriage to James, he resorts to soaking his liver in alcohol. Upon almost dying, he wakes up as the 11-year old newly besotted with an unreachable angel; in his hands were the time and opportunity to change everything, even for whom the bells will toll in the future! Bitterness, thine ship is R/L/J.
Were they really meant for each other from the very start or are James Potter and Lily Evans just complicating their lives to pursue a nigh impossible relationship? At the point where Lily confesses her feeling, it turns out that James does not want to love her back for reasons he keeps to himself! In an effort to put them together again, Sirius and Remus make a big mistake and Lily's life is now at stake. Misery, misunderstandings, heartbreak and love, anyone?
It was their final, and greatest sacrifice not just for the whole of wizardkind but for the things that they believed in, things closest to them and mattered most: their only son Harry, and the love that bound the two of them together until the very end itself and beyond. James and Lily's sacrifice retold from a melancholic, lingering sonata of a dark, winter's night until the final hours.