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Strangest Friends
Chapter 17: The Secret's Out

"Wonder how Lily and James are doing," Sirius said absentmindly.
"Search me," Jamie said. "Si, they're coming back today."
"Wonder how France was," Sirius said in reply.
"Sirius, shut up," Jamie said. "You're annoying me."
"Wonder- hey!" Sirius said, Jamie's book bouncing off of his head. "That was uncalled for."
"And you are an annoying butt-monkey," Jamie said.
"Butt-monkey?" Sirius asked her incredulously.
"Oh, you better belive it," Jamie said, standing up.
"Well, you're a butt-head," Sirius said, following her into the kitchen.
"Moron."
"Retard."
"Freak."
"Dork."
"Stupid-head."
"Dummy."
"Doofus."
"Aw, I was going to use that one," Sirius said, folding his arms. "Um... freak."
"Ha! I already used that one!" Jamie said, adncing around. "I win, I win!"
"Ooh, that was evil," Sirius said.
Jamie yanked open the freezer drawer and searched it. She pulled out an empty box. "Ok, who ate my fudgsicles? That was a stupid question. How about if I rephrase it to, who ALWAYS eats my fudgsicles?"
"You know, now that's a good question. I shall ponder that for awhile," Sirius said, scrunching his forehead up. "Who could eat Jamie's fudgsicles. Gee, we better get the Ministry involved with this case."
"Sirius, I love fudgsicles..." Jamie pouted.
"Ok, I'm sorry," Sirius said and quiltily looked at the floor.
"All right!" Jamie said and threw the box into the garbage can. She twirled back into the living room where Sirius flopped onto the couch which is right in front of the fireplace.
"What's the date?" he asked her.
"Why..." Jamie asked, standing next to the couch.
"Because I like to know these things," Sirius said, rolling her eyes.
"Um... I think it's the 19, December," Jamie said. "Do you need to know the year too?"
"No, actually, I'm all good at that," Sirius replied. He yawned and streched. "I'm tired..."
"Ok," Jamie said, looking at pictures on the mantel.
"Jamie..." Sirius called, holding out the 'a'. "Come here..."
"What do you want?" Jamie asked him, turning around and looking down at him on the couch.
"Come here..." Sirius said.
"Was?" Jamie asked. "You know, that's, like, the only German word I know."
"Come here..." Sirius said again.
"I'm here, damn it," Jamie said, sitting on his legs.
"Get off..." Sirius said, kicking her off of him. "Come here..."
"You make no sense," Jamie said. She put on a high mocking voice, "Come here... Get off... Buy me a fudgsicle... Waah... I want my mommy... Read me my book... What time is it... What's the date... Wh-"
"I get the point," Sirius said. And then, as an afterthought, "Come here..."
"Fine," Jamie said, and kneeled next to the couch. "What do you want?"
"I want a kiss," he pouted.
"Aw, really?" Jamie said, putting her forehead on his.
"Yeah," Sirius said.
"Ahem," came a voice behind them.
"Ah!" Jamie screached, jumping up.
"Crap, who said that!" Sirius said, sitting up.
"Here, in your fireplace, did I interupt at a bad time?"
They both looked down at the same time and saw Professor Dumbledore's head in the fire.
"Oh, hello, Professor," Jamie said, sitting down, next to Sirius as if their old Headmaster's head appeared in their fireplace all the time.
Sirius pointed his wand at the windows and the curtains slammed shut. They lived in a Muggle town and didn't want to risk any do-gooders or Jehovah's witnesses (A/N: No offense! I have lots of Jehovah's Witness friends!) wouldn't see the floating head in their fireplace.
"What's up, Professor?" Sirius asked, turning back to Dumbledore.
"It's about Lily and James," he said.
"Oh my, God! Are they ok?" Jamie asked, her eyes widening.
"They're fine, Miss Williams," the Professor said reassuringly. "It's about what could happen to them."
"Oh, good," Sirius said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Don't be to relieved," Dumbledore. He always had a gift of being blunt. "Lily and James are in danger. No immediate danger, but they are in danger."
"Ok, big riddle coming on," Sirius muttered.
"Someone has to tell them, though, and I figure that since you two are their best friends, you might as well," Dumbledore said gravely. "So if you two could..."
Sirius and Jamie looked at each other. They both knew they had to, but it just wasn't a fun thing to think about. Sirius strained a smile. Jamie sighed.
"Yeah, we will," Jamie said.
"When do you want us to tell them?" Sirius asked. "Not tonight, because they just got back from their honeymoon and they should be happy and all that, you know?"
"That's very true, Mr Black," Dumbledore said, "but I advise you to tell them soon."
"How soon?" Jamie asked Dumbledore.
"Well, my spy has said that Voldemort could strike anytime, anywhere, as long as they are forewarned," Dumbledore said, looking at them gravely over his half moon glasses.
"Than how can they be in no immediate danger?" Sirius demanded.
Dumbledore looked at Sirius oddly. Jamie tried to interpret the look in his eyes, but found it immpossible. "Sirius, I'm just suggesting to tell them. We know he's after the Potters, we just have no idea why."
"What Sirius meant to say, is how much danger are they in?" Jamie asked tenderly.
"Well, Miss Williams, they should be ok, as of right now. We do know that Voldemort doesn't know where the Potters live or where they are at all," said the Professor. "Well, now, I must bade you goodbye. Good luck."
He disappeared from their fireplace. Jamie and Sirius sat in silence, staring at the hearth, letting all that they just learned digest. Jamie sighed deeply and brought her kneed up to her body.
"What are we going to do?" Jamie whispered.
"Quite dandy of him to dump this on us, hmm?" Sirius said irately.
"I know, Si," Jamie said comfortly. "But you can't ask Dumbledore to make housecalls or anything. He has a very busy life. The ministry's been trying to suck him into position as Minister of Magic."
"Yeah?" Sirius asked, his mind temporarily off the Potters.
"Uh huh," Jamie said. "Better him than Crouch though. He's so... argh."
"I know it," Sirius said, leaning back into the couch, his mind going back to Lily and James.
"I can't believe this is all happening," Jamie said. "We've known the two of them since practically forever. It's so hard to picture them... not here."
"I know," Sirius said, putting his arm arounf her shoulders. "But, like you said, James and Lily are strong. There's no way they can die."
Jamie smiled. "Yeah..."
Sirius forced what he hoped looked like the most sincere smile he could muster. Jamie took it as a warm thing, and she leaned her head against his chest. She listened to his heart beat and felt his chest rise and fall with each breath.
"Sirius?" Jamie asked quietly.
"Hm?"
"Thanks."
"For what?" Sirius asked, confused.
"For being so wonderful," Jamie replied.
Sirius smiled, for real this time, and said, "You're welcome, then."

The next morning, Jamie awoke, still on the couch with Sirius. She got up, careful not to awake him, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she finsihed, she made some clothes and a deep blue robe appear with her handy dandy wand.
She walked out of the bathroom to here a soft sizzle, and a loud, "Damn it!" coming from Sirius.
"Si, are you ok?" She sped down the flight of stairs as fast as she could.
"I'm fine," he muttered, holding up a hand with two slightly singed fingers.
"Sure, you're fine, Sirius," Jamie said, rushing him to the kitchen table. "Sit down while I get some bandages.
"Can't you just magic it all better?" Sirius whimpered while Jamie threw him a wet wash cloth.
"Last time I did that," Jamie called from the bathroom, "your whole hand ended up on the other arm.
"Oh, yeah," Sirius said, whincing at the sight of his charred flesh. "Ew, this is so gross."
"You sound like a little girl," Jamie said, whipping some rubbing alcohol onto his fingers. "'K, this is going to sting-"
"Ow!" Sirius cried, trying to jerk his hand from Jamie's strong grip. "What are you trying to do to me, here?"
"Calm down," Jamie said. "Let me put the bandages on them."
She wrapped the bandages arounf his fingers carefully. "There, all done, you get a lollipop."
"What a wonderful start to an already crappy day," Sirius said, making a bowl of oatmeal appear.
"Now, don't you have an optimistic view on life," Jamie sighed.
"Just a regular ray of sunshine," Sirius grumbled. "When are we supposed to go to Lily and James's house?"
"I don't know, want me to call them?" Jamie asked, yawning.
"Whatever," Sirius said.
Jamie rolled her eyes and picked up the phone. It was yet another Muggle object, but they had decided it was much faster than owl post. She punched in the Potter's number and listened to it ring.
"'Lo!" came Lily's cheery voice.
"Hey, Lil, how was France?" Jamie asked.
"Great! If you know what I mean," she laughed.
"Um, hey, you guys want to get together today?" Jamie asked. "You know, to, uh, talk?"
"Sure," Lily said. "You wanna come over here right now? We have Remus and Peter over here. Remus and his lady-"
"Hey!" came Remus's voice in the background.
Jamie laughed and said, "Sure, we'll be there soon. Floo, because Sirius killed his wand hand making bacon or something."
"It was a waffle," Sirius grunted.
"You were frying a waffle?" Jamie asked.
"That boy has no sense of cooking," Lily said. "Well, see you soon!"
"Bye," Jamie said and hung up. "Come on, I told her we'd be there right away."
They went through Floo powder to the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow. When tehy got there, they were greeted by hugs and all that fun stuff. Jamie couldn't help but notice that Peter was acting even more distant than normal. She shook it off though with a cup of tea.
When the seven of them, James, Lily, Sirius, Jamie, Remus, Marcia, and Peter, were seated in teh living room of the Potter's house, Jamie gave Sirius a look, and he nodded.
"Um, guys, we had to come here to, er, tell you something," he said nervously.
"You're engaged!" Lily shrieked.
"Uh, no, Lils," Jamie said. "It's not that."
"Well, then what?" James asked.
Jamie sighed. She looked at Sirius and together they told the whole story of what Dumbledore had told them.
"And, no one is sure why they're after you guys," Sirius concluded, tears beginning to sting his eyes.
Lily was gripping James hand and had a hand on her stomach. "What does he want us to do? Wait around until Voldemort comes and kills us off?"
"We don't know," Jamie said. "But, let me tell you, if there's absolutely anything that you guys need help with, anything at all, Sirius and I are here for you."
"Us too," Remus agreed.
Peter nodded, but he wasn't looking anyone in the eye.
Lily and James smiled appreciativly, and James said, "I'm sure there will be something."
"In fact..." Lily said, a look spreading across her face. "I think I know how we can save our hides." She jumped up and ran to a bookshelf and pulled a large old looking book out. She flipped open to a page and said, "Here, the Fidelius Charm."
"That's the Secret Keeper one, isn't it," James said, looking at Sirius.
"What?" Sirius said.
"Yeah, but Lily, you need permission from the Ministry to do that," Jamie pointed out.
"You also need permission from the Ministry to become Animagi," Remus said.
"Good point," Jamie said.
"Well, even so, I'm sure we'll be able to get permission with Dumbledore on our side," Lily said. "All we need to do is appoint a secret keeper, and we're alive until Voldemort isn't!"
"But who... oh..." Sirius said, taking in the meaningful glances from James.

A/N: Mwa ha ha, the title of this chapter makes it seem like Halloween, mwa ha ha!