She was sprinting up the stairs, wide-eyed and worried. She knew she shouldn't worry that much about him, that he knew what he was doing, but for no reason at all, she worried a lot. Whenever he was doing something stupidly dangerous or very brave (like going out every full moon to help Remus), she was there to make sure he was okay. Even if he didn't know about that.

She wasn't always like that. She used to ignore him all the time and didn't care what the bloody hell he was doing, but then things hadstarted to change between them and Lily couldn't help herself anymore.

When she reached the door, she entered the room without even stopping to think about what on earth he could be. Snogging a girl? Shagging a girl? Dead?

Lily almost had a heart attack when she saw where he was.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, looking at him.

James Potter was drunk. Very drunk. The last Gryffindor party was the biggest they had ever had. He had drunk too much and decided to walk around the castle by himself. And he thought that a great place to be was the Astronomy Tower. Now, that situation was almost being repeated.

"Bugger off, Evans, I'm just looking at the view."

He was not just looking, he was standing in the parapet of the window whilst finishing his bottle of Firewhiskey. Lily ignored him and started to walk towards him.

Earlier that night, when she'd noticed that no one knew where he was, she had become worried. But she'd found him through the Marauder's Map with Remus' help, and now her hand touched his back, holding his shirt.

"Potter," she started to talk again, but he wouldn't let her finish.

"Evans, every hour of every day you want me to stay the hell away from you. Why can't you do the same when I'm asking?"

"Because I'm not the one who's drunk and with a very big chance of dying."

He laughed sarcastically and gave her a cold look.

"So now you're worried."

"Of course I'm worried! I don't want you to die."

"You don't?"

"No, I don't."

They stood in silence for a few minutes, her hand still on his back. She slowly started to pull him back and he let her. Once his feet were onthe ground and he was safe and sound, she slapped him in the face, hard.

"Oi! What was that for?" James rubbed his cheek, scowling.

Lily was shaking. Not because she was mad at him, but because she was afraid he was really going to fall down. And he noticed.

"Evans. It's okay. I'm fine. See? Safe and sound and handsome."

"Don't you dare do this again, Potter. Ever."

"Sorry."

Lily held his hand and started to leave the room. But he didn't move. She looked at him, confused.

"They died two hours ago, you know. My parents."

She gasped, stepping towards him and squeezing his hand.

"I'm so sorry, James." His eyes, she noticed, were wet and a little red. He had been crying when she'd got there. "Was that why you were there? You were going to jump?"

James didn't answered and Lily didn't press him. She hugged him instead and stayed quiet for a moment, while he cried on her shoulder. When he finished, she gave him a little smile.

"I'm sorry I slapped you."

"Nah, that's okay. My mom would've done the same." A little smile was on his lips. He grabbed her hand.

"Ready to come back?" she asked.

"Yeah. Thank you, Evans."

"You're welcome, Potter."