Why do I write that I don't own Harry Potter at the top of these stories? Oh! That's right! So I don't get SUED!
James Sirius Potter was sitting in his flat watching a Quidditch game on the new Wizarding Television Network. He groaned as the Australian seeker, Brent, made a particularly good save against England's Trewt. Just as England set off towards the goalposts again his fireplace erupted in emerald green flames and somebody stumbled out of it.
Lily Luna Potter-Scamander was James's little sister. He loved her more than anything else in the world. When she had married Lorcan Scamander, her godmother's son, he had promised that if he had ever hurt her then he would pay.
Lily often visited her brother, especially on nights when Lorcan was away. Normally James would pull out some Butterbeer or Firewhiskey and they would have a few drinks while eating Muggle pizza or Chinese take out. Occasionally they would go to Diagon Alley and walk through the shops, or eat at one of the restaurants there.
Either way, normally Lily's visits were a cause for happiness. She and James would catch up. James would tell her all about being an Auror, and she, in turn, would tell him about all the strange cases and people that she got coming in to St. Mungos. James loved it when Lily came and visited.
But tonight he could tell something was wrong. From the way she had stumbled out of the fireplace it had indicated that tonight wouldn't be one of those nights where they ate dinner together and laughed.
Lily was crying, hugging her jacket tight around her. Tears were making tracks down her soot stained face, and there was a bruise under her eye and her lip was bleeding.
"Lily!" James jumped off the couch and ran over to his sister.
"J-James!" she sobbed, clutching his jacket.
"Lily what the hell happened?" James said, pulling her over to the couch and sitting her down. He conjured up a steaming mug of hot chocolate and shoved it into her shaking hands.
"James, he hits me! Everyday! I don't want to! I don't want to have sex with him! And he hits me!"
James felt rage bubble inside of him. He hadn't known this was happening. She had never told him. And he knew why. Lily always gave people second chances; she was determined to see the best in them- even if she got hurt in the process. But this had gone on long enough.
"Lily why didn't you tell me?" James said, holding her small frame tight to him.
"I didn't want you to know!" she cried. "I didn't want anybody to know! I pretend I love him! But I don't! He tries to make me have sex with him- but I don't want to James! I don't want to! And then he hits me! And he tried to kill me James! He tried to kill me tonight."
This was too much for James.
"Bastard," he muttered. He held Lily's quivering form tight to him until she had cried herself out. Gently picking her up, he lay her down in his bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. He lightly kissed her forehead before turning on the spot and Apparating to her house.
He walked up the path to the small cottage, the horizon already beginning to lighten. Not knocking, James kicked the door open and stormed into Lily's house. Lorcan was sitting at the table, the Daily Prophet propped up in front of him. He glanced up and a look of fear passed across his face quickly when he saw James standing in the doorway, quickly replaced by a look of defiance.
"James," he said. "How… nice… to see you."
"I should hope not," James growled, crossing the kitchen in two steps. "I know what you did to my sister." His fist connected with Lorcan's face.