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Homecoming, Chapter 4

She was curled into the fetus position, seeking warmth until she suddenly sprang to life. She let a string of curse words fall from her mouth and ran out of the comfortable living room seeking the bathroom.

She immediately tore of her clothes, and ducked under the scorching water of the shower, quickly going through her showering routine. She was going to be late, he was waiting for her, and she had slept in. She let out a groan and she tried to speed up the process of hair washing.

In the other room, obviously a kitchen, three men were sitting around a circular wooden table. Two other place settings were set, but the plates, and the comfortable looking chairs were empty. All three men that were present had a solemn look on their face. You will recognize them to be previously mentioned, Remus, Sirius and Peter.

Sirius stuffed his toast into his mouth angrily while quirking his ears to hear the sounds of the shower, he got up abruptly plate in hand, accidentally knocking over the water pitcher to the floor. It broke into pieces and was accompanied by muttered curses.

"Fuck!" He screamed, as he sent his plate crashing into the wall across the room.

Peter flinched, but Remus' face stayed cold. Neither man moved while Sirius just stood their frustrated, anger boiling in his veins.

His voice was low, yet so filled with rage, he might as well have been screaming, "How can you just sit there eating your fucking toast? How can you be so calm about this, Remus? How!?"

Remus still stayed still, his expression not betraying anything he felt inside. Peter looked as if he was going to wet his pants.

As suddenly as he had gotten up, Sirius pulled back Remus' chair, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Answer me Remus! Why aren't we doing anything about this?! Why the fuck are we sitting around here, in his house, while he could be god knows where!?"

Remus slowly got to his feet, tears filling his eyes. He still did not scream, but the sadness managed to make its way trough is fierce mask, his voice cracking as he whispered painfully, "What would you suggest we do Sirius? Where do you suggest we look that we haven't already looked? How many more muggle and wizard records can we search? You are very well aware that we can't just infiltrate ministry records without them noticing, the ministry has fallen a long time ago. Dumbledore is right. If he's still out their, he'll find his way home. You have to trust him, he's powerful, and strong, and you and I both know that he could easily take down any Death Eater, the only person who could have gotten to him being…"

Sirius' eyes had also filled with tears, his knees gave out, and he fell to the floor, Remus came to sit next to him, and together they shared their grief. In fact, they were so grief stricken that they didn't notice Peter sneak out of the room.

A time later, Lily pocked her head trough the doorway smiling, clad in only a towel, holding a old looking note in her hand, and a bouquet of flowers that obviously had an everlasting charm on them.

"Hey guys, have you seen my green dress, the one from Hogwarts?"

Sirius quickly wiped his tears away and spread a fake grin onto his face; Lily didn't seem to notice, as she returned the smile as if all was completely normal.

"It's hanging in the laundry room where you left it Lils."

"Thanks," she smiled and turned to skip away in the opposite direction.

Sirius sighed as he lifted himself to his feet and stuck out his hand to Remus, who took it and used it as support to get to his feet, and together they went into the living room to read over the morning's daily prophet.

Only about half an hour later, when it was probably around four in the afternoon, Lily came running out of her bedroom, clad in her silk green dress, red hair pinned to perfection. She stopped in the front hallway in front of the mirror and smiled at herself, producing her wand out of thin air, and placing last minute touches on her hair and makeup.

The wand disappeared, and she turned on the spot to grin at Sirius and Remus on her way out the door.

"Wish me luck!" She called. Slamming the door behind her.

Sirius lifted his eyes to Remus, and they both understood what the other was thinking about. It was easy; it had been the same for over two months.

James was pacing back and forth in the room, hands clammy, and hair as messy as ever, but dressed spiffy in a black tux.

"She'll say yes, she'll say yes, she'll say yes…" He repeated to himself over and over again.

Sirius and Remus were laughing from their spot on the golden red couch, teasing him nonstop.

"Well, don't be so sure about it man."

"Oh, shut it Padfoot. She has to say yes."

"So you know what to do right? Just make sure she reads the note on the bed, it explains everything, ok?"

"We know James!" They chimed together.

James ran his fingers trough his ebony colored hair, his face clearly the most nervous it had ever been.

"I guess I should get going then, so she doesn't see me like this…"

Sirius and Remus jumped from their place on the couch both saying in a singsong voice, "Yes, yes, time to go!"

They pushed James towards the door, laughing all along the way, the sparkle in their mischievous eyes never leaving. Sirius opened the large oak door and Remus pushed James onto the doorstep, before Sirius slammed the door not letting him come back in.

Sirius rubbed his hands together proudly and they both resumed their previous positions on the couch.

A loud crack sounded in the room an hour later, and an old man with a silver beard appeared out of thin air.

"Dumbledore!" Sirius cried.

"What brings you around our sorry neck of the woods?"

The old man smiled pleasantly, "I'm looking for James if that's not a problem."

Remus chuckled, "I'm afraid it is a slight problem, James is, umm, otherwise occupied at the moment, waiting for a almost late Lily in the park."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"He's going to pop the question! That is, if she ever shows up…"

Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle that had been lost during the war coming back for seconds, "About time! Ah, I believe Minerva owes me a few galleons!" He chuckled. " Oh, well, tell him I need to speak with him when he returns," his tone turning more serious.

Sirius pretended to tip his none existent hat, "Sure thing Albus, as long as it's not for a mission!"

But the old man hadn't caught his last words, because he disappeared into thin air reappearing in a beautiful park, near a newly painted grey park bench.

A while later, a flustered Lily apparated into the room. She was mumbling about stupid healers, darned muggles, and about being late.

"Hey Sirius, Remus, have you seen James? We were supposed to do something tonight…"

They ushered a surprised Lily into her room, handed her a bouquet of flowers, with a note on it. Her eyes scanned the note.

"Merlin! That was an hour ago!" She screeched whilst pushing the boys out of her room, and running around trying to make herself look the best in a minimum amount of time.

She emerged stunning, in green silk, hair pinned back, to run out the door, stopping at the mirror to change a few things with her wand, before calling over her shoulder on the way out,

"Wish me luck!"