A/N: Hey guys, I planned on having this up hours ago, I'm sorry. Long story, I really do not feel like explaining. Anyways, go on and read ok? I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with the Harry Potter series, though I do plan on getting a "Why So Sirius?" t shirt soon. *grins sheepishly*
Warning: The pups do not make an appearance in this chapter, though their names are mentioned often. There is a very angry Lily though. Hope that makes up for something.
CHAPTER 2
"You know," Lily said, walking into her husband's study with Harry on her hip, "I thought that, after marrying me, you'd have a bit more common sense."
James looked up, sadness and fatigue mingling in his hazel eyes. It had been almost a week since the incident over at Sirius' and Remus' flat, and he still hadn't spoken to either of them, still had not apologized to either of them. He wasn't even sure if he could apologize to them, but was almost positive that they wouldn't just accept it. He has really screwed the bloody hell up this time.
James sighed, shutting his eyes. "What do you mean by that Lily," he asked, though he already knew what answer he would receive. He sounded far more wary then anyone his age had a right to be. That's just what war and rifts between friends did to a person though.
Lily just shook her head sadly, stepping farther into the room so that she could try to meet her husband's eyes. "Come on James. Don't do this."
This wasn't what he was expecting. He opened his eyes in surprise, staring at his wife. "Do what," he asked, sounding honestly confused.
It was Lily's turn to sigh this time. "Don't be a stubborn fool James Potter," she muttered angrily.
James gulped visibly. Ok, he should have been expecting that one, had honestly already heard the same words repeated to him over and over again for the past few days. . "Lily…"
"No James. Don't you dare "Lily" me. God dammit, you know that you screwed up, and you have to know that you were wrong. Hell, you should have known that you were wrong before you even brought it up with Sirius. You know Remus, James. You've known that man for over ten years now, and yet you still had the… the balls to sit there with his lover and accuse the poor man of being a traitor? Good God James, if I wasn't holding Harry, I'd jinx you to hell and back."
James just stared at his wife for a moment, at a loss for words, before shaking his head, as if to clear it. "Aren't you the one that told me not to use foul language in front of our son?"
Lily growled, eyes flashing dangerously, before she placed Harry down on the thick rug that covered the hard wood flooring of the study, knowing that the baby wouldn't get far, since he was just beginning to learn how to crawl around.
Once Harry was safe on the floor, Lily stalked over to the man she loved, looking ready to kill him, or at the very least, make it to where they would not be able to give Harry any siblings.
James stood up from the seat he was sitting at, not willing to have Lily towering over him when she was so angry. "Sweetheart, please…"
Lily shoved her husband back making him stumble. It was all she could do for now, since she had left her wand up in their bedroom. "You, James Potter, are a self centered, arrogant, spineless idiot. Do you have any idea how much you hurt Remus, how having you think that he would betray everyone that he loves tears him up? By God James, you are a bastard. Do you really think that, just because he's a werewolf, he would turn his back on all of you? He loves you James! He loves all of us! Since his parents were killed, we are all he has left."
"You know what Voldemort has been promising any Dark Creatures that join his side," James began, trying to defend him self.
Lily snarled this time, sounding much like a fierce mother bear defending her cub, and shoved her husband back again, taking a grim sort of satisfaction in the way he yelped as his hip connected, hard, with small table that stood behind him.
"James," she said, the warning clear in her voice. It said to tread lightly, because if he made one more bad move, she would not hesitate to get her wand and hex him much the same way she had done quite frequently and with great pleasure when they were younger.
James opened his mouth, ready to defend himself once more, but lily shook her head sharply, stepping away from her husband to pace the length of the room, being sure to avoid the area where Harry sat, busy trying to sooth the ache in his gums, where little teeth were already appearing, by sucking on his own small fist.
"No James. You will not, I repeat, WILL NOT, even TRY to make excuses for yourself. You have officially made the biggest mistake of your life, which, really, you know this has to be bad, because you've made a lot of pretty bad mistakes. But Merlin James, this takes the heat off of anything I may have held against you from all of your past mistakes. This is just… really James? I mean, really? Do you really think that Remus is dumb enough to fall under Voldemort's control just because of a bunch of empty promises that Remus KNOWS that bloody creep will never follow through with? I thought you were smarter than that James."
James sighed angrily, losing patients. "I am smarter than that Lily. You don't get…"
The red headed women turned back to look at him again, green eyes flashing with rage and disgust. "I don't get…? What the hell do you mean, I don't get it? You cannot be serious James. Of course I get it. You don't think I know what you're feeling right now, that I don't know what it feels like to have my entire world crumble around me because of this effin war? Dammit James, I'm going through the same thing you are, worrying about the same things that you are, but even so, even if I want answers and if I want to protect my family, to protect everyone that I love and to keep my baby safe, I will not, and I mean this, turn my back on my friends. I don't care how stressed you are James. I don't care how frightened or tired or wary you are. That is no excuse."
James dragged a hand down the side of his face, feeling tears burning at the back of his eyes, fighting to escape. "Lily…" he said, trying to explain once more. He should have known that he didn't need to though. Lily understood perfectly. She just did not accept.
"Remus isn't the traitor James. You're a fool for even thinking it, and even more of one for trying to get Sirius to side with you. It doesn't matter if the man is your best friend. He's Remus' lover, his love, and he'll defend Remus no matter what. That's what love is James. I really think you should take a look at what they have. Trust isn't just something needed between lovers. It's needed between friends too, and I'm not sure those two will ever be able to trust you again, and frankly, I don't think you deserve for them to."
"Lily," James said again, tears falling freely now.
Lily just shook her head, leaning down to pick up harry and nuzzle his cheek softly as he began to fuss. "No James, you really messed up this time, and you have to fix it. Sirius and Remus deserve an apology."
"I just don't know who else the traitor could be, and I know it has to be one of us," James said weakly, rubbing at his eyes.
Lily shut her own eyes, making a sound of distress. "So of all people, it was Remus you chose to put the blame on? Why not Sirius?"
"Sirius would never…" James defended quickly, then shut his own eyes. "And neither would Remus."
Lily made a satisfied noise in the back of her throat. "Exactly James. Remus would never. Now, you have to fix this, and I mean that you have to now."
Lily exited the study once that had been said, not allowing James to say anything else.
He knew he didn't have a choice, and even if he did, he really did have to make things right with those two pups.
A/N: So did you guys like that? I thought that someone had to put James in his place, and who better than a fiery red head? Not to mention that someone did request this, sort of. I hope it's what they had in mind, and if not, I'm terribly sorry. I'm also sorry if this wasn't to everyone's liking. I had to kind of rush to get it posted by today, as I promised I would.
