Does it really need to be said, I do not own the books.
James and Peter arriving after Remus' Patronus;
"I'm going to kill her. I swear to Merlin, I'm going to kill her."
James Potter had been muttering this long before I had woken up, finding myself surrounded by my three friends. I hurt all over, but at least I remembered exactly why. My mother had been about to insult my friend! I may not have reacted all that well, and the woman had shot a curse at me!
I distinctly felt a tearing in my upper arm, then something tackled me hard. That must have been Remus, because after that tumble down the stairs, he was leaning over me with concern. When he had turned away, prepared to shoot his own curse back at her, I made a split second decision.
She deserved whatever Remus had been about to send at her, but I had seen something he might not have, my father coming up the stairs. No way could even the two of us take them both on, this had already escalated far beyond my worse nightmare, so I had apparated the pair of us to the surrounding forest of the Potter manor.
I clearly hadn't done a very good job of it, since I'd passed out after landing, and awoken to find I'd splinched myself, and we had almost an hours worth of walking to find the trail. No one suggested we just apparate to the actual house, not wanting to risk splinching all over again, when my leg was still bleeding from the last chunk taken out of me.
Remus had been the one to explain what had happened, so there was mostly silence as we trekked up to the mansion. The other two were silent, but James had been muttering from the moment I'd regained conciseness. Leaning heavily on him, it wasn't hard to make out his exact words.
"Now Prongs," I murmured in his ear, "if you go murdering her, what am I going to complain about in my spare time?"
"You'll think of something," he sighed right back, "you always do. Now stop talking, you look like you're about to pass out again." While his facial features didn't exactly relax, my words of reassurance clearly hadn't done their job, it did prevent him from becoming a murder that day.
Mr. and Mrs. Potter fawned over me for the rest of the summer, and I kind of moved in with them for the rest of that summer; only making brief contact with one person who shared my name. Regulus agreed to a meet so I could get my stuff back, but after that day I swore I'd never look back.
I just really wanted to see a pissed off James. I don't know why it amuses me so much to piss off my favorite characters. This is kind of a useless insert that takes place between the next chapter, Last Visit.