Disclaimer- Don't own but I borrowed it anyway.
A/N- It's a crap load better than my first but then again I know what I'm talking about in Harry Potter. Read and nice Reviews
August 3rd 1981
"Dinner," James called. Lily, Sirius, and Lily's friend Danielle lay in their stomachs in the other room, playing with baby Harry.
"If it's burnt I refuse to eat it," Danielle teased James, whose strength had never been in cooking but which still resided in his Quidditch abilities.
"Shut up. I can cook," James insisted.
"Making bad toast in the mornings and overfilling your cereal bowl doesn't count." Lily said, picking Harry up and setting him in the highchair. Then she sat down beside her husband. Danielle and Sirius looked at each other, then snorted and looked away. Yes, they have clearly matured from their days at Hogwarts.
"Shush," James said, looking sideways at his wife.
"You're so nice," Danielle teased, taking her seat next to Sirius.
"She was mocking me," James said, pretending to be hurt. His voice squeaked slightly, sounding mildly outraged.
"You're such a wimp." Danielle told him. Sirius looked at her questioningly.
"Who uses the word 'wimp'?" Sirius asked.
"You shut up too," Danielle told him.
"This is going to be a quiet table," Lily said. Danielle snorted as Sirius passed her a piece of relatively black…something.
"Um, James," Danielle said, "Do you mind if Lily cooks from now on?" She smiled, and then ducked out of the way, as James had thrown a butter knife at her.
"Shut up," he grumbled, looking at his plate. He cut a piece of meat and they all watched as he attempted to eat it. Suddenly the meat came flying out across the table, nearly taking out Sirius. Danielle snorted.
"Glad I wasn't the first to try it." Danielle said, watching James wipe his mouth.
"Lils, do you wanna?"
"Lily smiled sweetly, "Sure." She stood up, "Lasagna fine with everybody? I can make it quick." They all agreed. Lily started to make the food while the other three sat in silence. James stood up and walked around the kitchen to stand behind his wife. He put his head on her shoulder and watched her work. She did like to do things as the Muggles did, without using her magic.
"I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go for a walk," Danielle said, "Sirius you wanna--?"
"Yeah," he stood up and followed her out of the house. "That was close," he said, once they were safely outside in the warm August air.
"Oh you know you liked it," Danielle said, smiling as she kicked a pinecone down the road.
"If I had liked it why would I have come with you?" She glared at him, "Ha, I win," his tone was close to expressionless but not real 'I don't care' expressionless, but the kind Sirius used so often.
"Yes, cheer. You win. I will kill you if you say 'what's my prize?'" He laughed. "Do you think they're done yet?"
"I hope so," Sirius said.
"Okay, then let's go back and eat." Danielle turned around first. She was the first to process what the scream meant. She glanced at Sirius. They took the scream to mean what it did, that something was wrong. "Come on," Danielle urged, tearing down the road back toward the Potter's house. They skidded to a stop at the end of the driveway, looking up at the house. Danielle turned her head slightly.
"Let's hope that scream did not come from here," she said.
"Let's hope a lot," Sirius agreed walking forward up the driveway towards the house. As the walked, they could tell something was wrong. There was an eerie feeling about the house. Just breathing kept the scene from normality.
The heavy front door was open, while the door made mostly of glass was closed. "Someone came in here," Sirius concluded, "I was second out and made sure I shut the door."
"Or somebody left," Danielle said.
"Or both. Maybe someone came and then left."
"That's how most people are. The go somewhere and then they leave." Sirius gave a shaky laugh at Danielle's feebly attempt at humor. He pulled open the door. "I'll go first," Danielle said.
"I could—"
"Sirius, sit." Danielle mounted the stairs and stepped into the house. It was dead silent except for the crying of baby Harry. As she saw when she stepped in properly, there was good reason for the dead silence. "James," she whispered. "Sirius, stay out there." She moved toward James. Lying motionless on the wooden floor. She knelt and touched his hand.
Cold as ice.
"Lily," she said her voice shaking.
The infant continued to cry.