Title: Discoveries
Summary: James and Albus stumble onto a scene they never wanted to see.
Pairing/Characters:
James/Lily/Albus (platonic) Lily/OC
Rating:
T
Warnings: N/A
Notes:
Written for History of Magic: Write about a character who forces another character to keep a secret, or a character who is forced by another character to keep a secret.


Lily stared at her brother with her arms crossed over her dressing gown. "You don't have to like it," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "just don't tell Dad." She glanced back to the bed where a boy was kneeling with a bright red face and fiddling with his fingers.

"Don't tell Dad? How can I not?"

Albus paced behind James, clearly deep in thought about the situation, and if the small distressed sounds were any indicator, trying to come to terms with the new information.

James was more focused on suppressing his urge to strangle the boy on the bed, and failing if the fear the boy was showing was any indicator. James turned his eyes back to his sister, not even realising he'd turned away to glare at the boy again.

"Come on," Lily said, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "I've kept your secrets, why can't you do the same for me?"

James opened his mouth to explain, but he realised he couldn't. Lily was always keeping his pranks a secret, and she'd never revealed anything, not even accidentally. But this is different, isn't it?

"Because you've suddenly started having sex with a boy when you're only fifteen years old!" Albus said from behind James, his voice at least an octave higher than normal.

James paled considerably at hearing the words out loud. He'd known after seeing his sister lying naked in bed with a boy what the truth was, but he really didn't want to believe it. Still, he was glad that Albus said it so he didn't have to.

"What does my age have to do with this?" Lily stuck her nose in the air, and straightened her posture, trying to look taller. It didn't do much, but James would never tell her that.

"You're underage," James said, his voice coming out rough. "If he's older than you then it could be considered r-rape. You do know that, don't you?"

Lily's glare became venomous, and James took a step back without thinking. He flushed, and stepped forward again, determined not to let his little sister intimidate him, but when he heard Albus' badly muffled whimper he felt a little better.

"It's not rape, and I won't have you saying that about Ethan ever again, do you hear me?"

James nodded, but Albus seemed to be channelling James' Gryffindor tendencies because he just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"How long have you and Ethan been together, anyway?"

James groaned when he heard the unspoken words. Lily, apparently, heard them as well.

"What, exactly, are you implying?" she said in a soft, deadly voice.

Albus opened his mouth, but James had no desire to be hexed by his sister, or the boy who was now glaring as well—apparently fury trumps fear.

"We're getting off topic. Dad has to know, Lily, as does Mum."

Something flickered in Lily's eyes, but it was gone too quickly for him to recognise.

"I want to tell them," she said. "Just don't tell them until I do, yeah?"

James hesitated, not wanting to keep something this big from his parents, but on the other hand, he knew that it would be better if Lily told them.

"If you don't," Lily said, her voice considerably lighter, and all the more terrifying. "I'll knock you out, tie you up, and invite all the students you've humiliated to throw rotten vegetables at you." When Lily smiled at him, he couldn't prevent a shiver running down his spine.

"Fine, I won't tell Dad, happy?"

"Very."

She turned her attention to Albus, but she didn't need to say anything.

"I won't tell either," he said, his voice still higher than normal.

"Good, now get lost."

James fled out the door, pausing only briefly to grab his brother and drag him out as well. "Honestly," James said when they were outside, "I could strangle you. Where's your Slytherin subtlety?"

"Um, James?" Albus said, apparently ignoring everything James was saying.

Turning to his brother, James' eyebrow rose when he saw the pale skin. He looked even worse than when they first walked into that room. "What?"

"We left Lily alone in a bedroom with her boyfriend."

In an instant, James skin matched his brother's. "Shit."


(w.c 708)

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