SUNSHINE IF ETERNAL; JAMES

SUNSHINE IF ETERNAL; 2--; Sirius

By Ginny :)

OK, part 2! Please r/r/r [read, review and remember me for the Phoenix Quilly thingy... yeah, right...]. And does anyone knew what Neville's mum's name was? My sister has leant all of my book to her friends, so I can't look and see. And what's a slash fic...? I should know more stuff after 6 or 7 months of writing for ff.n, but I've never been much at computor phraises...

This part of the series is narrated by Sirius. In case you'd like to know, Tzetele is pronounced 'Zeet-el- la'. It's a Russian name. I like unusual names. Obviously. And there will be more of them, so get used to it! If JKRowling can give her charactors weird names [don't argue about this. Hermione isn't a usual name. Ditto Ronald. Ditto just about everyone else's. And Snape is the name of a town. So I can call Banbury Norton after 2 towns life I like! :-p]

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Evens and Norton flounced out of the ice cream parlour, leaving me, James and Moony- or, as James's Ma would have it, James, Moony and I ; Picky grownups- to get on with eating our ice creams in peace. Not that James had an ice cream to eat, in peace or otherwize. Still.

"What a stuck up kid!" James pointed out the obvious, a definite talent he had.

"I thought she was quite pleasent," I said. Sarcastic as ever. It's a bad habit that I don't intend to break, on the grounds that it's a talent, if anoyone asks. You should practice talents. Tzetele [a/n; say 'Zeet-el-la'...] says so. And she's an adult... well, ok, that's pretty debateable, since maybe adult isn't the right word for it, but you know what I mean. It depends on weather you go by mental age ot not.

"Quite charming," James 'agreed' with me, luckily cottoning on to what I was getting at. Sometimes, he dosn't and he thinks I'm being serious. I have never been serious! Nor do I ever intend to be. It's been proved that people who never laugh have a higher risk of getting heart cancer. Or something.

"What time is it," Moony asked, chaning the subject, "Only I've got to be home by 3 o' clock. Mum said, and she worries, you know."

I didn't have a watch. I accidently blew it up, when me and James were trying to practice our magic on it when we first got our letters about Hogwarts, too see if we could do any spells. Needless to say, we couldn't. Mum refused point blank to buy me a new one until I 'finally learned to be a resonsible adult', ie; Not have fun.

James's watch, however, was still in tact, but it was only a matter of time before it wasn't, surely?

"It's a quater to three now," he told Moony, who nodded, and stood up.

"Then I suppose I'd better be going. I've got to walk back, even though I don't live far. Thanks for being so nice, you two. I don't know anyone else whose going to Hogwarts." He didn't look sure that we'd want to stay his friends. If you want my opinion, he wasn't so bad, although he was definitely too quiet.

"OK. Well, see you on the Hogwarts Express!" I grinned. Hogwarts. I'm prepaired to bet anything you like that it'll be just the coolest place ever! I've read books about kids in boarding schools, of course, but they never make the most of it! It's always 'oh, deary me, we simply musn't do that! Miss Johnston would be ever so cross, and it might effect my chances of getting onto the netball team!". That's just plain twee. Catch me acting like that.

Moony left, being careful, as usual, not to catch anyone's eye. That kind of unnearved me; he always seemed like he was hiding something. Maybe I was just being daft, but if I wasn't, maybe I'd find out about it someday? I'm good at finding things out.

"So," James broke the second of silence after Moony's departure, "we've got about 3/4s of an hour. Where else do you want to check out?"

"Isn't there some kind of pet shop round here? I need to get some kitty treats," for my cat, Barcode, see. She's black and white- hence the name- and is probably a reincarnation of Ghengis Kahn. She certainly acts like it.

"I've still got some money left, although it's half what mum used to give me."

"Of your pocket money?"

"Yeah. Well, she calls it an 'allowence'. It's good to see she hasn't entirely lost her sense of humour." [A/n; In England, an allowence and pocket money are 2 different things. Poket money is a small, weekly anmmount of say, £3. An allowence is a month ammount of about £20. Same difference, really.]

"Who... Barcode?"

"My mum, idiot."

"OK." He paused "Isn't Barcode your tiger?"

"It's black and white, James. Zebra, surely?"

"I don't think so," James frowned, in mock thought, "she has more teeth."

"Yeah," We had got up from the table, and left the ice cream parlour. The fact that we didn't know where the pet shop was didn't come into the matter! "But she likes you."

"How can you tell?"

"You've still got both you eyes. And all your fingers. So, either she likes you, or you've never met her."

"Oh, I've met her alright," James admitted "All of six months ago. My hand's almost healed," he added, a little bitterly.

"She was only playing. You shouldn't have stuck your hand in her mouth like that it upsets her." I was winding him up, just for the fun of it. I know Barcode's a little bugger, but she was very sweet before I actually touched her. Then I changed my mind.

"Haha, very funny, I don't think."

"Hey, maybe we should intriduce her to Evens and Norton?"

"Those stuck up girls?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, why not!"

James stopped.

"Do you actually know the way to the pet shop?" he asked. Honestly, he's so pickey!

"Nope."

"Any idea where we're going?"

"Nope."

"Right. Fine."

"Let's just keep going in this direction, and we're bound to come to it eventually, right?"

"Yeah, ok. Might as well."
We continued along the pavement, chatting, laughing, and annoying people who dissaproved of 'youth today'. Thankfully, we didn't see Evens or Norton, which was just as well, because they were most probably after our blood. I'd pity Moony if he met them on his way home, alone and unaided. You'd be supprised how vicious some girls can be, and that Evens struck me as just the type to karate chop a boy to death.

Half an hour later, me and James decided that the pet shop most probably was in the opposite direction to the way we were travelling, since there were no more shops along this way, and we still hadn't passed it yet. Which was Typical, really. Some times, I'd swear my life was jinxed.

"Oh, well done Sirius," James complained "for getting us in completely the opposite dirction. Now we don't have time to get anywhere else, so we'd better go and meet my Ma and Tzelete, at that cafe place."

Everyone always blames me! If the bleedin' world ended, people'd be sure to blame me afterwards! OK, so maybe this was sort of my fault for getting us lost, but it wasn't really , right? Right!

So, back we went. And this time, we didn't get lost. Well, OK, we did accidently end up in a backstreet at one point, but it didn't take us very long to find our way again.

"And why are you boys late?" Tzetele was waiting outside the cafe, looking out for us. She want's to be a tecaher, but she still starts a sentence with 'And'.We were only 20 minutes late, anyway. She looked at us, severely.

"We got lost," James said "and it was kind of a long walk back. Sorry."

"Alright, that's not your fault," her face softened "but your Ma's practically in hysterics, James. She thinks you've been mugged."

"Hysterically happy? Don't blame her!"

"Sirius, that was mean!" Tzeltele rebuked me, but smiled despite herself. I'd have her as my teacher any day. Wish more teachers would be like Tzetele.

"Let's go and put her out of her mystery, then," James turned and entered the cafe, followed by me and Tzetele.

"James! James, thank goodness!"

"Sorry, I'm late, Ma, see, we got lost and-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses! If we weren't in public you'd get a slap!"

James went a bit pink, and who can blame him? His mother was shrieking like a maniac, and practically the whole tea room was listening in. I couldn't help but grin, all the same. That was before I noticed who else was sharing the table with Mrs Potter. Evens and Norton, and two women and a man, who could only have been their various pairents.

One woman was quite slim, and with blonde hair unlike her daughter's, and none of the green- eyed accusing stare about her. However, she still had a look about her that might as well have 'Lily Evens' mother' written about it. She looked quite posh, and very neat, the kind of person Tzetele would descride as being 'a toff'.

The other two both had light brown hair, and the woman had a number of freckles. Both looked out of place, as though they weren't quite sure what they were doing here, in this tea room, listening to this mad woman screaming bloody merder at her son. I assumed that they were Banbury Norton's parents.

And Mrs P was still screaming. James looked like he wished could could die right there. Evens and Norton looked as though they were enjoying themselves immensely. Eventually, the shouting stopped, and the cafe returned to it's normal buzzing hum of noise.

James and Mrs P joined me, Tzetele, Evens, Norton, and their pairents at the table, James making absolutely sure not to catch anyone's eye. Norton was giggling herself silly, but Evens has been quieted by a Look from her mother.

"Anyway," Mrs Potter smiled brightly as she sat down at the table, "everyone, this is my son, James and his friend-"

"-And my brother-" put in Tzetele.

"-And her brother, Sirius. Say how'd you do, nicely, James," She prompted.

"How d'you do, nicely," James said, scowling.

"Yeah, hi," I put in.

"'Ullo," Norton nodded, not looking exactly what could be called happy to see us again.

Evens, however, had evidently hooked onto the fact that James's mother was the kind of woman who would favour a little miss Perfect, and beamed around the room.

"Good afternoon," her mum smiled proudly at her Little Miss Delightful act "How super to see you two again. I was rather hoping I would!"

"What a lovely child! How delightful that you've already met her, James! I'm sure you'll be friends!" Exclaimed James's mum, while Evens smirked and pulled a face at James, her mother looked pleased, Norton giggled even harder, earning herself a dissaproving look from Mrs P, and Norton's parents blinked at the world in general. Tzetele looked as though she'd realised Evens' game, and looked faintly ammused. I rolled my eyes, and sank into a stupor. Tea with Lily Evens and Babury Norton didn't look as though it would be very exciting. I prepaired myself for a long, hard, gruelling, pointless adult- type conversation about subjects such as 'dear children' and 'I do so hope their grades'll pick up'. Huh, adults can be so stupid.

Luckily for me, Tzetele decided about 1/2 way though that she'd had enough, and I had to leave James to suffer alone. Poor kid. Hope he survives.

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the end! Please r/r! The next part will be from Lily's POV.

What is a slash fic? What was Neville's mum's name? Please tell me! AND remember to say what you thought of the story, too! Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ginny :)