A/N: Hey guys, so this is a kind of sequel, actually it is a sequel, to She Didn't Know. Spoiler Alert: She still doesn't know. However, I would really like all you guys to comment with you're guesses of what happened to James and/or what's in the purple envelopes. Literally, just comment whatever you think. Whoever get's closest will get mentions in the third installment, which will only be written if enough people comment and some one actually get's close and a prepublished viewing of it. So break out Sherlock Holmes and get commenting! Also, enjoy!
Diclaimer: I bloody well wish I was JK Rowling.
Lily Evans was right curious.
And in her opinion, she had every right to be.
James Potter had stopped bothering her, stopped pranking, stopped hexing Severus, stopped playing quidditch, stopped laughing; James Potter had stopped being James Potter. Lily needed to know why.
Now, Lily Evans wasn't the type of person that actually cared about things like this; the unimportant things she knew them to be, but this was different. James was acting very strange when Lily saw him, if Lily saw him at all. It was often that she didn't see him for more than a few minutes every day. Those few minutes consisted of him sitting down for breakfast, receiving a purple envelope and leaving again. They didn't give Lily much to go on. The other times she saw him consisted of the few times he came to class and that time she found him smoking by the fire in the Gryffindor common room around three in the morning. She didn't even tell him to put it out.
There was so much that Lily didn't know about James Potter.
She didn't know why he yelled at Sirius for sleeping with that Hufflepuff at that party. She didn't know why Sirius let him. She didn't know why James began to cry or why Sirius led him out into the rainy night, even though they might get caught, supporting him with one hand and fumbling with a pack of cigarettes in the other. She didn't know when they came back that night, but she didn't see James for three days after that. Remus collected his purple envelope every one of those mornings.
She didn't know why James became so polite to everyone, especially the girls. She didn't know why he was so nice to the first years as well, helping them as much as possible.
She didn't know why he cried that time in muggle studies. She didn't know what was so sad about a picture of a baby, or of a mother and a baby. She didn't know why laughing babies made James cry.
She didn't know what was in those purple envelopes, addressed to James Potter, from St. Louis Hospital. She didn't know why he left the room to open them. The couldn't be any worse than the Howler he got from his father in first year, or the one in second year, or the four in third year or… well, the many Howlers James got from his Father.
Lily didn't know why James looked so thin. Probably because he never ate, never came down to the great hall for anything but to receive the purple envelope.
Lily didn't know what had happened to James Potter.
She didn't know, but she wanted to.