A/N: Bet you can guess... Please please reply! Thank you so much all who replied, which would be Leah (again!), Satans Little Princess, StarryNight, Lightning Starz, and SweetSinger. I really like getting input from those who read this. Also, if you have any ideas for depressing songs, please put them in your replies! You'll see what I'll use them for... And, Nikki, thanks for the idea, you should know which one!
Disclaimer: Same as always... Who actually reads these things anyways?
Strangest Friends
Chapter 18: See The Boy
James paced. And paced. He paced more than he had ever before. He looked at the door of the room in which his wife was in. Then he paced. Ok, enough about the pacing.
"Dude, stop it, you're making me nervous," Sirius said, flipping through a magazine.
"Shut up, Sirius," James said, spitting a cigarette out of his mouth. "Look at me! I'm a nervous wreck! I NEVER smoke! What's my problem?"
"Let's see," Sirius said, "you're wife's in the care of a male doctor who is about to deliever your child. Could that be it?"
"That's about as good as your best man speech," James said, flopping into a chair next to Sirius. Look at my hands, they're shaking. I swear, someone should lock me up."
"I've been saying that how long?" Sirius asked. "Calm down, man. I'm going to go over there, to that nice old candy machine thing. You want anything?"
"Sure," James said, looking at the door where Lily was.
"Good," Sirius said and went to the machine to get a candy bar.
James was still shaking like he was freezing cold, and it was July! The 30th, to be precise. Well, sort of the 30th, in five minutes it would be the 31st. James looked at Sirius, who was punching the machine angrilly, and then back at the door. 'Come on,' he thought impatiently.
"Here, it's a, uh... Snicker's bar," Sirius said, throwing the candy bar at James.
"There weren't any Pumpkin Pasties?" James whined.
"Duh," Sirius said, his mouth full of peanut butter cup. "This is a Muggle hospital, you dork."
They sat eating in silence, James still staring at the door. When he swallowed the end of the candy bar, the door opened, and Jamie's head poked out, smiling widely.
"Mr Potter, your wife would like to see you," Jamie said, "as well as your son."
James jumped up and ran to the door, throwing the empty wrapper at Sirius. He entered the crowded room where nurses were writing various things on different pieces of paper for a variety of reasons. James walked over to Lily's bed where she was holding a tiny bundle of blankets. She was smiling and looked as radient as ever.
"He looks exactly like you," Lily said.
Lily placed the tiny, sleeping, infant into her husband's arms. James looked down at him. The baby had tufts of fluffy black hair sticking up. James carefully ran his hand over his son's tiny head to flatten the hair. He had about as much luck as he does with his own. The baby yawned and streched, his tiny fists flailing. James chuchled, then the baby boy opened his eyes, revealing dazzaling bright green eyes, identical to his mother's.
"Hey, there," James said as the baby looked at him. "Hi, Harry, I'm your daddy."
The boy made a tiny gurgling sound and waved his arms around, barely hitting his father in the face. The doctor and nurses laughed good heartedly at the inexperienced father. James smiled and sat on the edge of Lily's bed.
"Harry? What about, say, that wonderful name of Sirius?" none other than Sirius said.
"Sirius, be serious," Lily said.
"No, we're talking about Harry being Sirius," Sirius said.
"He's so cute," Jamie said, from a chair in the corner, ignoring Sirius.
"Yeah," James said. "He looks just like me..."
"And you're sure he's still cu-oof," Sirius said, getting punched by Jamie.
Lily looked down at the little boy, who was curently drooling. "Mr Harry James Potter. Glad I thought of the name," she smiled. "Sounds professional."
"It's my name, pretty much," James said, waving his finger in front of his son's face, "but he's permitted."
"Duh," Lily said, rolled her eyes.
In the corner, Sirius and Jamie laughed at the couple. It was hard to tell that they were being plotted against by Lord Voldemort. They had taken it so well, so sure the Fidelius Charm would work. They still hadn't gotten permission to use it, but Dumbledore had said that they would be able to, whether the Ministry agreed or not.
After about a half an hour of everyone cooing at Harry, and passing him around, James, Sirius, and Jamie were forced to leave. James was complaining about how he should have been able to stay, because he was the father.
"Yes, we know, James," Sirius said, "now shut up."
James stuck his tongue out at Sirius, who grabbed it while it was sticking out.
"Wet gau," James said, punching Sirius.
"Aw, look at the babies," Jamie said, getting to the nursery.
Sirius let go of James's tongue and faced the window. They saw a nurse putting a sleeping baby Harry into his crib.
"Aw, that one has pretty blond hair," said Jamie.
"All of them have pretty blond hair," Sirius said.
"Shut up," Jamie said. "Harry has pretty black hair."
"So does James," James said in a high voice.
Jamie kicked him in the calf. "Shut. Up."
"I'm tired, let's go," Sirius said.
"Sirius..." Jamie whined.
"Was?" Sirius said. "I learned that from you."
"Aren't you a smart one," James said.
"I want one," Jamie said.
"Go buy one," Sirius said, pointing back at the nursery. "There's a special, two for the price of one."
"You are a..." Jamie began.
"Freak, I know," Sirius said. "You've told me numerous times."
"She's telling the truth, you know that, right?" James asked.
"Who asked you?" Sirius said as the door opened to the parking lot.
"Can I drive? Can I drive? Can I drive?" Jamie asked, jumping up and down.
"It's 1:00 in the morning," Sirius said. "How the hell are you so hyper?"
"Hee hee hee!" Jamie said as she snached the car keys from Sirius's hand and jumped into the driver's seat of the car.
"Oh no..." Sirius said.
"What?" James asked Sirius, looking at him strangly.
"Jamie's driving is always, well, an experience," Sirius explained, getting into the passanger's seat as James slid into the backseat of the awesome, totally cool, car. (A/N: Sorry, I just REALLY want a Mustang...)
"Come on, Sirius, I'm not THAT bad," Jamie said, turning the key in the ignition. "They passed me, didn't they?"
"Yeah, in fear of you coming back and having to go through that again," Sirius said, blucking up.
"Think of it this way, Jamie," James said, "it's in the middle of the night. No one's going to be on the roads. You won't be able to hit anyone."
"You had to say it, didn't you," Sirius said, burying his head in his hands.
"Oh yes," James said.
"You know what, Sirius?" Jamie said, pulling out of the parking space, "I'm going to drive good, just for you."
"You are a really bad liar," Sirius said.
"Oh, you better believe it," Jamie said, smiling dangerously.
"Help..." Sirius whimpered. "I'm to young to die."
"You know," James said, getting out of the car. "That really wasn't that bad."
"Sure," Sirius said, ripping the keys out of Jamie's hand. "Mine."
"I distinctly remember you buying that car for me," Jamie said, moving the seat back.
"Ha, that was the reason I told you for buying a mucho moola dollar car," Sirius said, unlocking the front door.
"And the truth comes out," James said, running into the house before Jamie and Sirius.
"You'd think that he lived here," Jamie said as James rummaged through their fridge.
"I do," James said, "don't you remember me moving in last week?"
"Oh, yeah," Sirius said, locking the door behind them. "You can give me your grocery fund right now then," he added, as James raided their fridge.
Jamie yawned loudly. "Excuse me..."
"That's for a burp," Sirius said.
"Fine then," Jamie said and entered the living room and pulled out the couch into a bed. "Here, James, you can sleep here if you aren't going home."
"Ok," he said and flopped onto the couch.
"Make yourself at home, then," Sirius said, rolling his eyes.
"Fine," James said, flipping through the channels on the TV. Of course, nothing was on, which brought on a long discussion with James and Sirius about how useless TV's were.
"THEN WHY DO WE OWN ONE!?" Jamie yelled, getting annoyed by the frequent talk of the television.
"Raow," James said, imitating a cat.
"Um, that's a good question," Sirius said, throwing James a warning look.
"I'm tired," Jamie said, streching and yawning loudly.
"You know something?" James pointed out. "We've all said that many times today."
"True that," Jamie said, standing up. "I'm going to bed, if Lily calls, awaken me."
"Alrighty then," James said, still channel surfing.
Sirius and James sat in silence for about five minutes, watching the images on the TV go by really fast. They sat like vegetables, if you really must know, which I'm sure you did.
"Aren't you going to go to bed?" James asked Sirius.
"Huh," he said, watching the news commercial.
"Are. You. Going. To. Bed?" James asked slowly. "Do you comprehend?"
"James," Sirius said. "You. Are. Annoying. Me."
"Really?" James said, turning off the TV. "Go away, I want to go sleepy."
"Ok, then," Sirius said, standing up and throwing James a blanket. "Sweet dreams."
"You did not just say that," James said, covering himself up with the blanket.
"Are you sure you don't want me to read you a bedtime story?" Sirius said. "How about the ugly duckling?"
"There once was a boy named Sirius," James said. "And he was an ass. And I threatened to kill him with this pillow if he didn't leave me alone."
"You know, this is my house," Sirius said.
"Oh yeah..." James said and threw a pillow at Sirius.
"I'm going to bed so I will not have any further abuse," Sirius said, turning around.
"Ok," James said, catching the pillow. "Have 'fun'."
"Ok, that's it," Sirius said, and attacked James on the couch and began to wrestle with him.
"Ahem," Jamie said after five minutes of loud wrestling. "It's the middle of the night. How the hell are you people so hyper?"
Disclaimer: Same as always... Who actually reads these things anyways?
Strangest Friends
Chapter 18: See The Boy
James paced. And paced. He paced more than he had ever before. He looked at the door of the room in which his wife was in. Then he paced. Ok, enough about the pacing.
"Dude, stop it, you're making me nervous," Sirius said, flipping through a magazine.
"Shut up, Sirius," James said, spitting a cigarette out of his mouth. "Look at me! I'm a nervous wreck! I NEVER smoke! What's my problem?"
"Let's see," Sirius said, "you're wife's in the care of a male doctor who is about to deliever your child. Could that be it?"
"That's about as good as your best man speech," James said, flopping into a chair next to Sirius. Look at my hands, they're shaking. I swear, someone should lock me up."
"I've been saying that how long?" Sirius asked. "Calm down, man. I'm going to go over there, to that nice old candy machine thing. You want anything?"
"Sure," James said, looking at the door where Lily was.
"Good," Sirius said and went to the machine to get a candy bar.
James was still shaking like he was freezing cold, and it was July! The 30th, to be precise. Well, sort of the 30th, in five minutes it would be the 31st. James looked at Sirius, who was punching the machine angrilly, and then back at the door. 'Come on,' he thought impatiently.
"Here, it's a, uh... Snicker's bar," Sirius said, throwing the candy bar at James.
"There weren't any Pumpkin Pasties?" James whined.
"Duh," Sirius said, his mouth full of peanut butter cup. "This is a Muggle hospital, you dork."
They sat eating in silence, James still staring at the door. When he swallowed the end of the candy bar, the door opened, and Jamie's head poked out, smiling widely.
"Mr Potter, your wife would like to see you," Jamie said, "as well as your son."
James jumped up and ran to the door, throwing the empty wrapper at Sirius. He entered the crowded room where nurses were writing various things on different pieces of paper for a variety of reasons. James walked over to Lily's bed where she was holding a tiny bundle of blankets. She was smiling and looked as radient as ever.
"He looks exactly like you," Lily said.
Lily placed the tiny, sleeping, infant into her husband's arms. James looked down at him. The baby had tufts of fluffy black hair sticking up. James carefully ran his hand over his son's tiny head to flatten the hair. He had about as much luck as he does with his own. The baby yawned and streched, his tiny fists flailing. James chuchled, then the baby boy opened his eyes, revealing dazzaling bright green eyes, identical to his mother's.
"Hey, there," James said as the baby looked at him. "Hi, Harry, I'm your daddy."
The boy made a tiny gurgling sound and waved his arms around, barely hitting his father in the face. The doctor and nurses laughed good heartedly at the inexperienced father. James smiled and sat on the edge of Lily's bed.
"Harry? What about, say, that wonderful name of Sirius?" none other than Sirius said.
"Sirius, be serious," Lily said.
"No, we're talking about Harry being Sirius," Sirius said.
"He's so cute," Jamie said, from a chair in the corner, ignoring Sirius.
"Yeah," James said. "He looks just like me..."
"And you're sure he's still cu-oof," Sirius said, getting punched by Jamie.
Lily looked down at the little boy, who was curently drooling. "Mr Harry James Potter. Glad I thought of the name," she smiled. "Sounds professional."
"It's my name, pretty much," James said, waving his finger in front of his son's face, "but he's permitted."
"Duh," Lily said, rolled her eyes.
In the corner, Sirius and Jamie laughed at the couple. It was hard to tell that they were being plotted against by Lord Voldemort. They had taken it so well, so sure the Fidelius Charm would work. They still hadn't gotten permission to use it, but Dumbledore had said that they would be able to, whether the Ministry agreed or not.
After about a half an hour of everyone cooing at Harry, and passing him around, James, Sirius, and Jamie were forced to leave. James was complaining about how he should have been able to stay, because he was the father.
"Yes, we know, James," Sirius said, "now shut up."
James stuck his tongue out at Sirius, who grabbed it while it was sticking out.
"Wet gau," James said, punching Sirius.
"Aw, look at the babies," Jamie said, getting to the nursery.
Sirius let go of James's tongue and faced the window. They saw a nurse putting a sleeping baby Harry into his crib.
"Aw, that one has pretty blond hair," said Jamie.
"All of them have pretty blond hair," Sirius said.
"Shut up," Jamie said. "Harry has pretty black hair."
"So does James," James said in a high voice.
Jamie kicked him in the calf. "Shut. Up."
"I'm tired, let's go," Sirius said.
"Sirius..." Jamie whined.
"Was?" Sirius said. "I learned that from you."
"Aren't you a smart one," James said.
"I want one," Jamie said.
"Go buy one," Sirius said, pointing back at the nursery. "There's a special, two for the price of one."
"You are a..." Jamie began.
"Freak, I know," Sirius said. "You've told me numerous times."
"She's telling the truth, you know that, right?" James asked.
"Who asked you?" Sirius said as the door opened to the parking lot.
"Can I drive? Can I drive? Can I drive?" Jamie asked, jumping up and down.
"It's 1:00 in the morning," Sirius said. "How the hell are you so hyper?"
"Hee hee hee!" Jamie said as she snached the car keys from Sirius's hand and jumped into the driver's seat of the car.
"Oh no..." Sirius said.
"What?" James asked Sirius, looking at him strangly.
"Jamie's driving is always, well, an experience," Sirius explained, getting into the passanger's seat as James slid into the backseat of the awesome, totally cool, car. (A/N: Sorry, I just REALLY want a Mustang...)
"Come on, Sirius, I'm not THAT bad," Jamie said, turning the key in the ignition. "They passed me, didn't they?"
"Yeah, in fear of you coming back and having to go through that again," Sirius said, blucking up.
"Think of it this way, Jamie," James said, "it's in the middle of the night. No one's going to be on the roads. You won't be able to hit anyone."
"You had to say it, didn't you," Sirius said, burying his head in his hands.
"Oh yes," James said.
"You know what, Sirius?" Jamie said, pulling out of the parking space, "I'm going to drive good, just for you."
"You are a really bad liar," Sirius said.
"Oh, you better believe it," Jamie said, smiling dangerously.
"Help..." Sirius whimpered. "I'm to young to die."
"You know," James said, getting out of the car. "That really wasn't that bad."
"Sure," Sirius said, ripping the keys out of Jamie's hand. "Mine."
"I distinctly remember you buying that car for me," Jamie said, moving the seat back.
"Ha, that was the reason I told you for buying a mucho moola dollar car," Sirius said, unlocking the front door.
"And the truth comes out," James said, running into the house before Jamie and Sirius.
"You'd think that he lived here," Jamie said as James rummaged through their fridge.
"I do," James said, "don't you remember me moving in last week?"
"Oh, yeah," Sirius said, locking the door behind them. "You can give me your grocery fund right now then," he added, as James raided their fridge.
Jamie yawned loudly. "Excuse me..."
"That's for a burp," Sirius said.
"Fine then," Jamie said and entered the living room and pulled out the couch into a bed. "Here, James, you can sleep here if you aren't going home."
"Ok," he said and flopped onto the couch.
"Make yourself at home, then," Sirius said, rolling his eyes.
"Fine," James said, flipping through the channels on the TV. Of course, nothing was on, which brought on a long discussion with James and Sirius about how useless TV's were.
"THEN WHY DO WE OWN ONE!?" Jamie yelled, getting annoyed by the frequent talk of the television.
"Raow," James said, imitating a cat.
"Um, that's a good question," Sirius said, throwing James a warning look.
"I'm tired," Jamie said, streching and yawning loudly.
"You know something?" James pointed out. "We've all said that many times today."
"True that," Jamie said, standing up. "I'm going to bed, if Lily calls, awaken me."
"Alrighty then," James said, still channel surfing.
Sirius and James sat in silence for about five minutes, watching the images on the TV go by really fast. They sat like vegetables, if you really must know, which I'm sure you did.
"Aren't you going to go to bed?" James asked Sirius.
"Huh," he said, watching the news commercial.
"Are. You. Going. To. Bed?" James asked slowly. "Do you comprehend?"
"James," Sirius said. "You. Are. Annoying. Me."
"Really?" James said, turning off the TV. "Go away, I want to go sleepy."
"Ok, then," Sirius said, standing up and throwing James a blanket. "Sweet dreams."
"You did not just say that," James said, covering himself up with the blanket.
"Are you sure you don't want me to read you a bedtime story?" Sirius said. "How about the ugly duckling?"
"There once was a boy named Sirius," James said. "And he was an ass. And I threatened to kill him with this pillow if he didn't leave me alone."
"You know, this is my house," Sirius said.
"Oh yeah..." James said and threw a pillow at Sirius.
"I'm going to bed so I will not have any further abuse," Sirius said, turning around.
"Ok," James said, catching the pillow. "Have 'fun'."
"Ok, that's it," Sirius said, and attacked James on the couch and began to wrestle with him.
"Ahem," Jamie said after five minutes of loud wrestling. "It's the middle of the night. How the hell are you people so hyper?"
