Impossible by: ThePen23
Warning: AU, SLIGHT LEMON
A thin, black hair man, sat staring into space. He couldn't believe what they had done.
You see his name was James Potter, and after chasing her for seven years, he had finally gotten a date with the love of his life. They had been dating for one and a half years when he propose. Their wedding was two years after Lily had said yes the first time, November 15th 1979. It was a winter wedding.
It was now March of 1980, with Lily now four months pregnant, with a boy. James had gotten off early, wanting to go home, and ask Lily to make some soup for his best friend, his best man, Sirius, had called in, and James wanted to make sure he was okay. James knew Sirius was lying, and was grieving, for with him not being in touch with his famliy, he had just found out that his brother, had been dead for over six months, having died in July of the past year.
"Lily" James had called softly, walking into the house. There was no noise, scaring James, for Lily always had something on, to reassure James when he got home she was indeed there. He slipped out his wand, and silently, made his way inside. He had strained his ear, for any sound. There! There were moans, and grunts coming from their bedroom.
"S-" Lily had called being cut off. James eyes went wide. What were who ever was up the doing to his wive, and unborn child? His heart in his throat, he made his way up the stairs. At the top of the stairs what James heard made him, and him heart stop.
"Take it! Such a good little slut!" It was a hard voice, adding to what sounded like moans of pain, and their headboard hitting the wall. He didn't want to turn the corner, and see his Lily-Flower being raped, but knew he had to save he from suffering more. He heard a sob. When he turned the corner, all he thought was, 'Impossible! They wouldn't!'
There lying on their bed, was Lily, on her back, naked, legs wrapped around the man's whist, hands grabbing his shoulders, forcing, him deeper, her eyes closed, mouth opened, and her red hair, cut short, spread around her head, like a halo. The man had black hair to his whist, sticking to his back, and Lily's legs, and tan, yet pale skin. He was on his knees, with his hands on either side on Lily's head, thrusting into her, with all his might, her thrusting back. After sharing a dorm for seven years, he knew who it was.
"More... Harder..." She panted.
"Shut it slut" the man backhanded her, and gave a soft shallow thrust as punishment. This snapped James out of his dazed. He broke down, tears flowing, letting out a heart breaking sob, filled with one word, "WHY!". Why were his wive and best friend fucking on their bed? Why? They both turned to him, stopping completely.
So James Potter sat, broken on the floor, staring into space, as tears ran freely, as his wive and friend hurried to dress. Impossible, people would say.