Hello! I have lost all traces of writers block for now, so I'll be updating at the usual times, unless my Science teacher decides to give us three reports due in the same week on something we have never learned AGAIN. I've just noticed that this one day has lasted over four chapters. I need to switch time...¬_¬
This chapter is dedicated to Mr. Livestock and Anemeir. To Mr. Livestock, the best tortilla dip can opener! To Anemeir, the smartest science guy who got it on tape... What's a person with ideas without a person who can make sure it works? Stupid Livestock! It's still on tape! LOL. ^_^
I think my writing is becoming perverted... You get to see Lily and James at work and other important stuff. Only the beginning is pointless. ^_^
By the way... I'm officially THIRTEEN!!!!!! YAY! Virtual slices of strawberry short cake for you all!
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Britz: Confusing, but Vivian got pregnant before Lillith did. Thomas and Lillith were already married, but she wasn't pregnant. Vivian got Thomas drunk just to concieve a baby thinking he would marry her because she wanted money. However, Thomas was already married. Lilith then got pregnant. Technically, Thomas cheated on Lillith.
"Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education."
-Bertrand Russell
"You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad."
-Aldous Huxley
More Than Just Harry
Chapter 10: Midnight Snacks For A Pregnant Woman and Sirius
After loitering around the streets of London and six shops later, James decided to apparate home. He creeped into an alleyway and with swish of his wand, was gone.
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The scene that James arrived to at home was not pretty. He had landed in the bathroom that currently stank like ten skunks had just released gas. In reality, Sirius was still going at his vomiting.
"Hey, Sirius," greeted James with a wave.
Momentarily, Sirius raised his head and waved back at James. Leaving Sirius alone, James exited the room.
It seems that in the two hours that James was gone, Lily had gotten better. Her cheeks were now a more rosy color. Jade eyes were no longer glazed over.
"Hey, James!" acknowledged Lily cheerfully. "How's it going?"
"I'm good. You look better." James hopped into bed with Lily. "I got you somethings while I was in London."
Lily peered into the many bags that James had brought home with him. "Triple chocolate caramel cookies! Cannolies!"
Lily began to chow down on her food. James watched and ate a couple of pastries too.
After downing some soy milk, Lily snuggled into her bed. Too exhausted for dinner, James stayed in bed with her. Quickly, both adults fell into a deep sleep cuddled into each other's arms.
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Groggily, James was brought back into reality. Judging from the darkness outside and the four on his digital clock peering from behind many tissues, James could tell it was early in the morning. A persistant hand gently shook his shoulder trying to get him awake. Lily was latched onto James, snuggling into his back, one hand around his waist, the other on his shoulder.
"What?" inquired James annoyed.
"I have a craving for food."
"What?" repeated James.
"Cheese dip and tortilla chips. Don't forget Sprite."
"Fine..." Too sleepy to even remember his wand, James trudged downstairs, to the dark kitchen. He pulled open the fridge to get a fresh jar of dip, sprite, and opened a cabinet for chips.
"I hope she doesn't do this for nine fucking months...," muttered James. "Fuck!" escaped his mouth as he tripped on a stair and fell face down in the carpet. "Like I said, this better be only a phase..."
James reached the room at the top of the stairs where Lily had all the lights open while reading a book. She cheered, "Yay!" as soon as she saw James. Grabbing the food from James's arms, she attempted to pry the can of mild cheese dip open. When it wouldn't budge, she handed it to James. Try as he might, James couldn't open it from all the tiring events of the day before. He wasn't weak, just tired.
"I'll get Remus." James stalked to the other guys' room, barged in, and grabbed the aforementioned sandy haired man. "Emergency!" shrieked James into Remus's ear as soon as they were outside of the room.
"What? Does Lily have a fever again?" asked Remus worriedly.
"Just come!"
Upon reaching the bedroom of James and Lily, Lily cried, "We can't get it open! We called you over to open up this can of tortilla dip!" James and Lily broke into a fit of giggles as Remus opened the can in two seconds without a problem.
"What the fuck?! I thought James might have fucked you too hard and now you were bleeding. Maybe he didn't know what to do!"
"Thank you, Remus!" cackled Lily. "I got this all on camera too." She pointed to her "book" which had her wand through the spine. She then pointed to the tv in their room. The scene immediately began to play again.
Lily and James broke down laughing.
Remus fumed. He exploded, "Fuck! You try doing this twice! First Sirius wakes me up at two in the morning for cake, then you guys wake me up to open up tortilla dip?! It's what this fucknut is for!" Remus pointed at James and Lily's wands on their bedside tables. Screaming, Remus marched out of the room, clearly very irritated, but not before screaming, "Erase that!"
"You know I didn't erase that right?" interrogated Lily.
"I know."
"Want to watch it again?"
"Sure."
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When the alarm clock rang at 7:00 am the very same morning, James and Lily very hesitantly got up for work. Getting dressed on separate sides of a Japanese folding screen, Lily trusted James to not take a peek. They did this almost every morning. How was she to know that rain, tostito dip, cursing, and a pregnant woman turned him on?
While Lily changed into her usual work clothes, James snuck around the screen. Unbeknownst to our favorite Jamsie here, Lily did not like Peeping Toms very much.
"You should stop wearing baggy clothes, man. Act a little bit more girlie, and boys will be lining up at our door. This is why I had to donate sperm," lectured James.
Very calmly, Lily slowly put on a loose, men's shirt over her white bra and cargo pants over her slim legs. Then with the calmness before a storm, Lily strutted past James.
"Like what you see?" asked Lily bending over so let James see some cleavage. Her movements laggard, Lily buttoned up the buttons thinking, "Horny bastard. You want some?"
James gulped. He was getting horny...
Lily sauntered to the door swaying her hips the way Matilda does. James watched it like it was the hypnotic swaying of a watch. "Aww... Poor Jamsie...," whispered Lily seductively into James's ear while walking back to him. "Need to jack something off?"
James took the bait and darted in, pinning Lily to an empty space of wall. His body was right up against hers, trapping Lily between his arms, her own pinned down at her sides beneath his. "Don't tempt me," was whispered back huskily into Lily's ear.
Lily smirked as James moved in for the kill and started necking her. She mock moaned, then whispered in his ear sending shivers up and down James's spine, "Let me give you some, James."
James moved back eagerly. Lily put one knee up to James's groin. James waited in anticipation for some serious jacking off.
It never came. Instead, Lily pulled her knee back and jammed her knee hard into James's private area. James crouched down on the floor holding onto his stomach. Tears came out of his eyes.
"Don't mess with me, James. I don't give a damn who the hell you are. If I'm not horny, don't make a move on me. I'm not a whore. I'm the tomboy with no curves or anything, remember? Oh yeah, you peeked at me, didn't you? Don't be late for breakfast!"
Lily bounded down the stairs where breakfast awaited her made by a chef named Bella.
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"I want Longbottom to work with his new fiance. Congratulations, by the way. I hope to have an invitation. Mungdungus work with Diggory. How's that son of yours by the way? Brown, work with Abbott. I don't care if your wife is pregnant! You're the one I'm sending out. Black, team up with Fletcher. I'll take the special assignment of raiding the Malfoys' AGAIN. This leaves Evans and Potter. All of you report to the woods near Godric's Hollow. Heard there would be a Death Eater meeting there," barked Moody. It was a Monday, and no one wanted to capture Death Eaters on a day like this. However, the aurors of sector one, the best team, had no such luck like the lower sectors, like three and under, would have had.
Everyone filed out of the room mumbling about coffee where disapperating pops could be heard. "Stay back a moment, Potter, Evans."
Obeying orders from their superior, Lily and James stayed behind.
"I heard about the great news. Congratulations to two of my best field people. I never knew you guys were dating, but that doesn't matter."
"We're not dating or married, sir," interjected Lily. "He is merely the sperm donor. I wouldn't even consider dating a pervert like him."
"Lovers quarrel. Understandable." Lily opened her mouth to object, but Moody. held up his hand for no interruption. "Now that you're pregnant, you can't apparate. The baby in your stomach right now has no magic abilities yet. Unless he's the next Merlin, Dumbledore, or He Who Must Not Be Named, you can't apparate, and you cannot apparate with two people with no magic because you just can't support it. You'll have to floo over. I'm glad you're at least in the field even when you're pregnant. I mean, just because Abbot's wife is pregnant doesn't mean he has to stop being a field agent! Be careful. Oh, and Matilda said you should either take up Potter Manor or sell it. It's quite beautiful, so I think you should keep it. You can do that after kicking some Death Eater ass. Just give me your field report tomorrow. Oh, you look sick, Potter. You up to the job?"
"Yeah," replied James weakly. He glared at Lily. Because of her damn strong kicking skills thanks to self defense class, James had to skip breakfast, and he was still in pain!
Moody swished his dark wand and disappeared with a pop.
"Let's get this over with," directed Lily.
"Why'd you have to kick me?" questioned James. "That hurt like hell."
"I don't like perverts. You forget what..."
"Okay! Okay!" How could James forget? Not only did Lily constantly complain, but flooed over to his house numerous times to escape her older sister, Petunia, and her husband, Vernon. Lily was always peeved by Vernon because he seemed to stare at her in a perverted sense. This was proved right when Lily was changing once, and Vernon had entered the room without knocking or permission. Luckily, Lily was behind a screen much like the one she has in her room currently.
Vernon hadn't seen anything, but Lily screeched at the sight of him. Her parents and Petunia didn't believe her. Why would Vernon want to look at Lily if he was, at that time, engaged to Petunia? Turns out he was the type who liked to look at women. Even if he was engaged to Petunia, it's not like she was or is pretty. So he looked at the sister. Why did he marry Petunia then? Vernon couldn't get anyone else.
Since we're on the topic of Lily's family, let's talk some more. Now Lily's family wasn't poor or rich. They were the upper average. Her parents loved Petunia, but absolutely adored Lily. Everything Lily wanted, Lily got. Petunia was constantly shoved aside. Not that Violet and Sean Evans didn't love Petunia. They gave her everything too. However, it seemed like they didn't care what Petunia did. If she wanted to get drunk, so be it. If Petunia got her tongue pierced, let it be. If Petunia felt like having sex then marrying an ugly ape, let her.
Lily, however, was always in the spotlight. Whatever she did was governed by her parents. She couldn't date, couldn't drink, couldn't sleep late, couldn't pierce her ears twice. Loved more, but always molded. She couldn't be who she wanted to be. Her parents made her feel guilty or plebeian when Petunia got better grades. Or even if she got lower marks than before. She couldn't wear the baggy pants and big shirts she admired. She had to wear tight fitting shirts and pants. Lily might have gotten more attention and solid objects, but Petunia had something that Lily could never have from her parents; freedom.
Now Lily stood in the Ministry of Magic building, doing something she wanted to. Not the Medi-Witch or first Female Minister of Magic like her parents wanted her to be, she was an auror.
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Upon entering a brightly lit crimson room, a burning smell met their nostrils followed by a scream.
"Bloody hell! I'm going to hex that floo network guy from here to Banshees' Mountain! Hooking up this fireplace to showers! Really... I was smacked twice being called a voyeur! (Look it up, Livestock. Highlight and press D. MUHAHAHA. Jade is taking over. Don't ask. Inside story.) I swear I'll never try to fix fireplaces again. Nearly burned my hand off. Floo scum."
Ignoring the string of curses unprintable at this moment, Lily and James chose a fireplace made of beautiful, glimmering mahogany, and grabbed a fistful of glittering green powder from a silver urn upon the mantle. Hundreds upon hundreds of fireplaces with roaring, crackling fires stood in this crimson room, different types of metal urns full of floo powder upon their mantles, rightfully giving this room the name "The Floo Room."
Gracefully, Lily scattered her glistening powder into the dancing flames of the fire, resulting in emerald flames that matched Lily's eyes that reached higher. Without any doubt or fear since she had done this many times, Lily entered the fire, shouted, "Godric's Hollow Ministry of Magic Cabin," and was enveloped by the licking of the mint flames.
Groaning from dread and pain, James mimicked Lily's actions.
It seemed an invisible hook was around their waists as they were magically tugged from one end of England to another. Thousands of fireplaces of stone and wood, with or without merry flames, flew by as both of them reached their destination at about fifty miles per hour.
Once they were nicely situated upon the polished wood floor of the Ministry cabin in Godric's Hollow from the rough ride, Lily and James looked around. They had never been in this particular building of the ministry before, but they knew the budget cuts must have occurred during the building of this structure because currently, the both of them stood in a one room, one story building about the size of James and Lily's kitchen. A couple of ebony desks were scattered around the wood log room, a fire crackled behind them, and a few ceiling lamps hovered above. White sunlight streamed in through four windows on the walls. Apart from that and a few green, squashy arm chairs and sofas, the room was void.
Noticing no one else was there, Lily and James quickly exited the room through a green, wooden door before all the Death Eaters' butts were already kicked.
(Since I'm nice and school has been canceled due to the snowstorm in the Northeast, I'll continue for a super duper long chappie!)
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Thick green pine trees covered by a light coating of frost were huddled together as if trying to find warmth in each other to survive the winter. Lily zipped her ivory, semi-puffy jacket even more so that her quivering chin and ruby scarf bunched together. Her rose knit gloves kept most of the freezing air from penetrating, but the wind still nipped at her skin. James with his smooth, flat licorice jacket shivered without a scarf or gloves. His glasses with a thin steel frame gently bashed against the bridge of his nose with each violent shiver that possessed his lanky frame.
"You seem cold," Lily whispered quietly, which was very uncharacteristic for the normally loud, vivacious lady.
"No shit," replied James sarcastically, voice laced with anger for before.
"I'm sorry for before, all right? It's just, I don't like to be seen like that..."
James lifted his chin in a snobbish manner, unruly hair reflecting the light of the sun.
Lily sighed. Carefully, she slipped the wine colored glove off of her pale, shivering hand and placed it in her pocket. Without a second thought, Lily took hold of James's freezing hand.
"I'm sorry," repeated Lily once more, her plum tinted strawberry lips moving, but her voice barely audible.
"It's okay, Miss Purple Lips. Let's go kick some Death Eater ass!"
Lily smiled softly, almost as if she was fragile, letting go of the usual tough façade she left for everyone else. At times like these, James was afraid of Lily. It was almost as if she was a different person, not his best gal pal at all, but a stranger of little acquaintance. It was times like these that James feared for his friendship with Lily.
(Now for some much needed action, which I have never written before, so it might suck big!)
"Locus," James paused, "Death Eater meeting in Godric's Hollow," he muttered, his wand in the palm of his wide hand spinning. Unlike the "Point me" spell which is fairly recent, the "Locus" spell was ancient like most spells used for convenience. Different time periods the spells were from, the different language they were in. Locus happens to be Latin. (Thanks to my mom who took Latin!)
Around and around the black wood spun in a speed faster than light, so James couldn't actually see the wand, only feel it spinning. Unexpectedly, it stopped, pointing in the direction to the couple's right. So, these two followed the lead they had.
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For the past two hours, Lily and James had been looking for the Death Eater meeting. They could only hope that their fellow aurors had more luck in finding the meeting. Sure they could just apparate to the forest, but they couldn't have just apparated to the meeting without knowing the exact location. For all they knew, the meeting could have been over an hour ago, and all the aurors could still be looking.
With persistence, Lily and James continued to search for the meeting.
"We've been searching for this damn thing for over two hours, Lily. Do you think we could just go home? We can always make up a field report," suggested James.
"Shut up! I think I hear something!" scolded Lily.
Just beyond the clump of evergreen trees the duo were hiding behind was a large clearing surrounded by a two feet tall wall of pure, glistening, marble snow and mammoth pine trees. All this seemed to suddenly stop where the clearing started, large tree stumps, cut perfectly smooth, indicating man did this. In the center of this large, round clearing, was an enormous bonfire, scarlet, gold, and tangerine flames dancing toward the sky. Ten Death Eaters ranging in size huddled together near the fire as if trying to get warm. Bits and pieces of their conversation lingered in the air allowing Lily and James to eavesdrop on them.
"I hate these bloody hoods!" yelled a particularly small Death Eater, his breath forming foggy clouds where his breath loitered. He was shortest of the bunch, lanky in frame. Once he pulled back the hood of his black cloak with shaking pale hands, it revealed an equally pale face contrasted by dark nutmeg hair. Mauve bags hung under abnormally big, paranoid eyes.
"That's Rosier! I can recognize him anywhere! I only performed a few hundred trick on him while we were at Hogwarts. Are all Slytherins Death Eaters?" muttered James.
"Shut up! I'm getting this on tape!" whispered Lily loudly. She indicated to her wand which was emitting topaz sparks where it was attached to a small tape. As the wand slowly twirled around at the side of the licorice tape, the film of the tape spun around in the cartridge.
"You're bloody brilliant, Lils!"
"I knew that already. Don't call my Lils."
"Put that blasted thing back on!" yelled a tall, muscular Death Eater.
"Now, now L-"
"Shut up! You stupid Durmstrangs! If a auror was here spying, we'd get caught! Don't give them our names!"
All the Death Eaters were silent except for the tall muscular one who had yelled at Rosier and another that was tall and lanky.
"How will they have proof? They can't just say they heard you talking! In the current state of the Ministry and magical world, you need nothing but evidence!"
"You imbecile! They know the recording spell!"
"No! That's a relatively new and complicated spell! No one knows it except for that brilliant witch who made it up!"
"Exactly! She works for the Ministry as an AUROR!"
Lily positively beamed almost as if a ivory glow had surrounded her. It's great hearing your own enemies praise you.
"Speaking of brilliant witches, where's-" the muscular man was interrupted by another man apparating into the clearing.
The new arrival spoke. "Your manor is being raided! I heard it from Moody himself while passing the Auror Department of sector one."
"Shit! You! Go back to the Ministry, and see if you can get any more vital information from your post at the Department of Mysteries. Durmstrang, you take charge here! You two!" the muscular Death Eater pointed to two men even bulkier than he was, "Come with me! Got it?" With a swish of his cloaked arms, betraying a lock of long, platinum-gold hair, the man and his two followers apparated out of the field.
The fourth man that had not appeared until just a few minutes ago sighed and apparated off to the Ministry building.
"Who could that be? A person with a post at the Department of Mysteries. That's a pretty important department, not to mention they have many secrets on what's going on. There aren't any Slytherins in there..."
Lily could only glare at her partner.
"I think it's time. Let's get this meeting over with since I doubt anyone else will come," declared the newly instated leader of the meeting. A curl of a dark chestnut goatee poked from underneath the man's well kept, crisp robes.
Suddenly, a pop announced the arrival of yet another square-shouldered Death Eater, his black robes disheveled, dirty, and splotches of a dark liquid staining his robes. Spots of his cloak were burned off leaving a tawny color at the edges, varying sized holes littered among rips.
Forgetting what the muscular Death Eater had warned after he left, the man with the goatee demanded, "Where the hell have you been, Travers? You look like hell!"
Travers shakily claimed, "I was at the McKinnons'! I murdered them, but the damn aurors came soon after! They got Mulciber! As for the state of my clothing, Karkaroff, you try being hexed by six McKinnons who were all aurors! The father, mother, aunt, uncle, graduated kids! Add to that a retired, ancient McKinnon auror, an old female McKinnon with a cane AND purse, two teenagers who are attending Hogwarts, and three toddlers with kiddy broomsticks and rattles!! After that, I had to escape a team of fully trained sector two aurors! Of course my clothes should be in tip top shape since I rushed here for the meeting right after!"
Travers's chest rose and fell as his breaths came in short gasps.
"They have Mulciber?! He was one of our best Imperious Curse specialists!" exclaimed Karkaroff.
"His death doesn't matter. We have lost many great men out there," drawled a nonchalant voice as the owner of it rolled up his sleeves even in the bitter cold. "Let's begin the meeting."
The Death Eater to which the voice belonged to was short, only taller than Rosier and by a mere inch making him five foot five. (*sniff* My parents are five foot four! I'm doomed! You can ask Livestock!) His arms were moderately muscular with a bit of babyish fat about it. He had a slight beer belly, but a perfectly normal chest showing that this man had once been fit and muscled.
Grumbling about injustices, the remaining six Death Eaters arranged themselves in a circle around the huge bonfire, perhaps more to obtain warmth than perform the ceremony itself.
To start off the ritual, the six of them simultaneously chanted, "Morsmordre!" Instead of pointing the ends of their wands at the sky, five Death Eaters pointed at themselves. The remaining one, Karkaroff since he was the leader, pointed his at the bonfire. The tattoos upon each Death Eater's forearm, symbolizing their support of Voldermort, glowed a paranormal lime even through the think fabric of their uniforms.
Even creepier, a gigantic apple green skull with a snake slithering through the mouth appeared in the flames of the bonfire, its flames sapphire, aqua, and emerald instead of the standard gold, topaz, scarlet, and lemon.
The image never wavered, the chanting of the Death Eaters perpetual. After what seemed to be a full five minutes, the snake of the image glowed a frightening crimson as did the snakes on the identical images of the tattoos. A ruby tongue lashed out as quick as lightening from the bonfire's snake.
An image of a grotesque face of sallow tinged with ash. Its face was snake-like; the only trace or hint of a nose were the two tiny slits located in the center of the face. Vermilion eyes flashed as all the Death Eaters sunk to the ground in a bow.
As the thing spoke, a garnet tongue quivered like a snake's. "My loyal subjects! The time has come! In nine months, the fate of our lives and mission shall be written down in stone! If we are to be triumphant, we must find the woman who is bearing the child of the last heir of the Potters! We then must preferably corrupt both the child and mother, or slaughter them if we have no choice! It is written down in destiny that a Potter shall decide the fate of me. It was predestined when my ancestor, the Great Slytherin, was saved by the Potters' ancestor, Gryffindor. Slytherin was indebted to Gryffindor forming the agreement that if a Slytherin by blood ever opposed a blood heir of Godric, the most recent official Gryffindor heir has full power to decide the fate of the Slytherin! If the final heir of Potter is on my side, the side of power, I shall prevail! If not, I shall most definitely fall eventually!"
(A. N. I can't believe I wrote something that cheesy! Oh well... I'm permanately damaged! I also read in a book that an illegitimate son is called a bastard. Can you imagine a thirteen year old reading Rose Red: The Diary of Ellen Rambacher? It's a good read. Try it. That's where I got this term of bastard from, so I'm sorry if I offended anybody! I am not calling Harry a bastard!)
One Death Eater whose pale hooked nose peeked from behind his hood protested. "I beg to differ, my lord! The remaining Potter is that filthy James Potter. He has no wife! Surely he has no legitimate son! He may perhaps have a bastard, but nothing official!"
"Don't be so sure! He may have a bastard now, but nine months from now, the child born could be legitimate! In the span of nine months, the mother may be wed to Potter! Even if he isn't legitimate after nine months, he can become so just through engagement. They can be wed after! As long as at the time of choice the heir is legitimate, he has absolute rule!"
"Another reason I have called all and only my best and most loyal subjects is because of a woman. She has the potential power to defeat me as well. Also prophesied, the woman is the symbol of everything positive the school's founders would want in their respective houses! She has the blessings of all the founders! She has absolute power over me as well. The stars have predicted that she has the intelligence and wit superior to Renowa Ravenclaw, loyalty and patience surpassing Helga Hufflepuff's, cunning and ambition elite to even Salazar Slytherin's, and bravery and chivalry making Godric Gryffindor's look plebeian. Make sure she is on our side or assassinated."
After concluding his final sentence, Voldermort disappeared, and the bonfire returned to normal.
"Well, I'm beat. I'm out of here!" yawned out Rosier.
"Stop right there, Rosier!" commanded a familiar voice in a mock heroic manner.
"Finally, the calvary has arrived!" cheered Lily faking a damsel in distress's voice.
"Sirius, old buddy! We never thought you'd come! You guys too! We'd never start a game without you!" proclaimed James.
At the sight of all the aurors of sector one, the Death Eater began to flee from the scene forgetting that they were wizards with wands and could just apparate away.
Underneath his hood, the hooked nosed Death Eater rolled his eyes. "Pathetic! These are the best Voldermort has? Can't even remember to use their wands!"
Before the Death Eater could whip out his wand, Lily shouted, "Expelliarmus!" The Death Eater's wand flew into Lily's hands then pocketed into her robes underneath the coat she was wearing. She waved her finger at him and teased, "You want to leave before the fun was over?" Roughly, she grabbed the Death Eater by the robes, and performed a spell on him by shouting, "Tie up!". Snape's hands were tied behind his back,and his legs were tied together.
"Just to make sure you don't go wandering off, I'll just magically bind you to exactly three feet away from me all the time. Lasso!" Lily sauntered off to catch more Death Eaters and help her team. An invisible force tugged at the Death Eater's middle, pulling him behind Lily precisely one yard away.
The hood on his cloak flipped back as a strong wind blew past them sending snow in their faces.
"Snape!" shrieked Lily.
"Yes, it's me, your old friend Snape. Although I never liked you befriending Potter, you did so anyway against my better judgment and wishes, and-"
"Mute!"
Snape moved his thin lips, but no sound escaped his mouth.
"My own spell. You know how I took that exclusive course at Hogwarts? Well, I've come up with many helpful potions, spells, charms, ect. I just want you to shut up!"
And thus, Lily, with an agitated Snape bouncing along behind her, searched for her fellow aurors.
A. N.- My file can't be any bigger, so you guys get a cliffie! Review! Need 164 at least! Sorry for the crappy action. Better action in next chapter!
This chapter is dedicated to Mr. Livestock and Anemeir. To Mr. Livestock, the best tortilla dip can opener! To Anemeir, the smartest science guy who got it on tape... What's a person with ideas without a person who can make sure it works? Stupid Livestock! It's still on tape! LOL. ^_^
I think my writing is becoming perverted... You get to see Lily and James at work and other important stuff. Only the beginning is pointless. ^_^
By the way... I'm officially THIRTEEN!!!!!! YAY! Virtual slices of strawberry short cake for you all!
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Britz: Confusing, but Vivian got pregnant before Lillith did. Thomas and Lillith were already married, but she wasn't pregnant. Vivian got Thomas drunk just to concieve a baby thinking he would marry her because she wanted money. However, Thomas was already married. Lilith then got pregnant. Technically, Thomas cheated on Lillith.
"Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education."
-Bertrand Russell
"You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad."
-Aldous Huxley
More Than Just Harry
Chapter 10: Midnight Snacks For A Pregnant Woman and Sirius
After loitering around the streets of London and six shops later, James decided to apparate home. He creeped into an alleyway and with swish of his wand, was gone.
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The scene that James arrived to at home was not pretty. He had landed in the bathroom that currently stank like ten skunks had just released gas. In reality, Sirius was still going at his vomiting.
"Hey, Sirius," greeted James with a wave.
Momentarily, Sirius raised his head and waved back at James. Leaving Sirius alone, James exited the room.
It seems that in the two hours that James was gone, Lily had gotten better. Her cheeks were now a more rosy color. Jade eyes were no longer glazed over.
"Hey, James!" acknowledged Lily cheerfully. "How's it going?"
"I'm good. You look better." James hopped into bed with Lily. "I got you somethings while I was in London."
Lily peered into the many bags that James had brought home with him. "Triple chocolate caramel cookies! Cannolies!"
Lily began to chow down on her food. James watched and ate a couple of pastries too.
After downing some soy milk, Lily snuggled into her bed. Too exhausted for dinner, James stayed in bed with her. Quickly, both adults fell into a deep sleep cuddled into each other's arms.
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Groggily, James was brought back into reality. Judging from the darkness outside and the four on his digital clock peering from behind many tissues, James could tell it was early in the morning. A persistant hand gently shook his shoulder trying to get him awake. Lily was latched onto James, snuggling into his back, one hand around his waist, the other on his shoulder.
"What?" inquired James annoyed.
"I have a craving for food."
"What?" repeated James.
"Cheese dip and tortilla chips. Don't forget Sprite."
"Fine..." Too sleepy to even remember his wand, James trudged downstairs, to the dark kitchen. He pulled open the fridge to get a fresh jar of dip, sprite, and opened a cabinet for chips.
"I hope she doesn't do this for nine fucking months...," muttered James. "Fuck!" escaped his mouth as he tripped on a stair and fell face down in the carpet. "Like I said, this better be only a phase..."
James reached the room at the top of the stairs where Lily had all the lights open while reading a book. She cheered, "Yay!" as soon as she saw James. Grabbing the food from James's arms, she attempted to pry the can of mild cheese dip open. When it wouldn't budge, she handed it to James. Try as he might, James couldn't open it from all the tiring events of the day before. He wasn't weak, just tired.
"I'll get Remus." James stalked to the other guys' room, barged in, and grabbed the aforementioned sandy haired man. "Emergency!" shrieked James into Remus's ear as soon as they were outside of the room.
"What? Does Lily have a fever again?" asked Remus worriedly.
"Just come!"
Upon reaching the bedroom of James and Lily, Lily cried, "We can't get it open! We called you over to open up this can of tortilla dip!" James and Lily broke into a fit of giggles as Remus opened the can in two seconds without a problem.
"What the fuck?! I thought James might have fucked you too hard and now you were bleeding. Maybe he didn't know what to do!"
"Thank you, Remus!" cackled Lily. "I got this all on camera too." She pointed to her "book" which had her wand through the spine. She then pointed to the tv in their room. The scene immediately began to play again.
Lily and James broke down laughing.
Remus fumed. He exploded, "Fuck! You try doing this twice! First Sirius wakes me up at two in the morning for cake, then you guys wake me up to open up tortilla dip?! It's what this fucknut is for!" Remus pointed at James and Lily's wands on their bedside tables. Screaming, Remus marched out of the room, clearly very irritated, but not before screaming, "Erase that!"
"You know I didn't erase that right?" interrogated Lily.
"I know."
"Want to watch it again?"
"Sure."
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When the alarm clock rang at 7:00 am the very same morning, James and Lily very hesitantly got up for work. Getting dressed on separate sides of a Japanese folding screen, Lily trusted James to not take a peek. They did this almost every morning. How was she to know that rain, tostito dip, cursing, and a pregnant woman turned him on?
While Lily changed into her usual work clothes, James snuck around the screen. Unbeknownst to our favorite Jamsie here, Lily did not like Peeping Toms very much.
"You should stop wearing baggy clothes, man. Act a little bit more girlie, and boys will be lining up at our door. This is why I had to donate sperm," lectured James.
Very calmly, Lily slowly put on a loose, men's shirt over her white bra and cargo pants over her slim legs. Then with the calmness before a storm, Lily strutted past James.
"Like what you see?" asked Lily bending over so let James see some cleavage. Her movements laggard, Lily buttoned up the buttons thinking, "Horny bastard. You want some?"
James gulped. He was getting horny...
Lily sauntered to the door swaying her hips the way Matilda does. James watched it like it was the hypnotic swaying of a watch. "Aww... Poor Jamsie...," whispered Lily seductively into James's ear while walking back to him. "Need to jack something off?"
James took the bait and darted in, pinning Lily to an empty space of wall. His body was right up against hers, trapping Lily between his arms, her own pinned down at her sides beneath his. "Don't tempt me," was whispered back huskily into Lily's ear.
Lily smirked as James moved in for the kill and started necking her. She mock moaned, then whispered in his ear sending shivers up and down James's spine, "Let me give you some, James."
James moved back eagerly. Lily put one knee up to James's groin. James waited in anticipation for some serious jacking off.
It never came. Instead, Lily pulled her knee back and jammed her knee hard into James's private area. James crouched down on the floor holding onto his stomach. Tears came out of his eyes.
"Don't mess with me, James. I don't give a damn who the hell you are. If I'm not horny, don't make a move on me. I'm not a whore. I'm the tomboy with no curves or anything, remember? Oh yeah, you peeked at me, didn't you? Don't be late for breakfast!"
Lily bounded down the stairs where breakfast awaited her made by a chef named Bella.
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"I want Longbottom to work with his new fiance. Congratulations, by the way. I hope to have an invitation. Mungdungus work with Diggory. How's that son of yours by the way? Brown, work with Abbott. I don't care if your wife is pregnant! You're the one I'm sending out. Black, team up with Fletcher. I'll take the special assignment of raiding the Malfoys' AGAIN. This leaves Evans and Potter. All of you report to the woods near Godric's Hollow. Heard there would be a Death Eater meeting there," barked Moody. It was a Monday, and no one wanted to capture Death Eaters on a day like this. However, the aurors of sector one, the best team, had no such luck like the lower sectors, like three and under, would have had.
Everyone filed out of the room mumbling about coffee where disapperating pops could be heard. "Stay back a moment, Potter, Evans."
Obeying orders from their superior, Lily and James stayed behind.
"I heard about the great news. Congratulations to two of my best field people. I never knew you guys were dating, but that doesn't matter."
"We're not dating or married, sir," interjected Lily. "He is merely the sperm donor. I wouldn't even consider dating a pervert like him."
"Lovers quarrel. Understandable." Lily opened her mouth to object, but Moody. held up his hand for no interruption. "Now that you're pregnant, you can't apparate. The baby in your stomach right now has no magic abilities yet. Unless he's the next Merlin, Dumbledore, or He Who Must Not Be Named, you can't apparate, and you cannot apparate with two people with no magic because you just can't support it. You'll have to floo over. I'm glad you're at least in the field even when you're pregnant. I mean, just because Abbot's wife is pregnant doesn't mean he has to stop being a field agent! Be careful. Oh, and Matilda said you should either take up Potter Manor or sell it. It's quite beautiful, so I think you should keep it. You can do that after kicking some Death Eater ass. Just give me your field report tomorrow. Oh, you look sick, Potter. You up to the job?"
"Yeah," replied James weakly. He glared at Lily. Because of her damn strong kicking skills thanks to self defense class, James had to skip breakfast, and he was still in pain!
Moody swished his dark wand and disappeared with a pop.
"Let's get this over with," directed Lily.
"Why'd you have to kick me?" questioned James. "That hurt like hell."
"I don't like perverts. You forget what..."
"Okay! Okay!" How could James forget? Not only did Lily constantly complain, but flooed over to his house numerous times to escape her older sister, Petunia, and her husband, Vernon. Lily was always peeved by Vernon because he seemed to stare at her in a perverted sense. This was proved right when Lily was changing once, and Vernon had entered the room without knocking or permission. Luckily, Lily was behind a screen much like the one she has in her room currently.
Vernon hadn't seen anything, but Lily screeched at the sight of him. Her parents and Petunia didn't believe her. Why would Vernon want to look at Lily if he was, at that time, engaged to Petunia? Turns out he was the type who liked to look at women. Even if he was engaged to Petunia, it's not like she was or is pretty. So he looked at the sister. Why did he marry Petunia then? Vernon couldn't get anyone else.
Since we're on the topic of Lily's family, let's talk some more. Now Lily's family wasn't poor or rich. They were the upper average. Her parents loved Petunia, but absolutely adored Lily. Everything Lily wanted, Lily got. Petunia was constantly shoved aside. Not that Violet and Sean Evans didn't love Petunia. They gave her everything too. However, it seemed like they didn't care what Petunia did. If she wanted to get drunk, so be it. If Petunia got her tongue pierced, let it be. If Petunia felt like having sex then marrying an ugly ape, let her.
Lily, however, was always in the spotlight. Whatever she did was governed by her parents. She couldn't date, couldn't drink, couldn't sleep late, couldn't pierce her ears twice. Loved more, but always molded. She couldn't be who she wanted to be. Her parents made her feel guilty or plebeian when Petunia got better grades. Or even if she got lower marks than before. She couldn't wear the baggy pants and big shirts she admired. She had to wear tight fitting shirts and pants. Lily might have gotten more attention and solid objects, but Petunia had something that Lily could never have from her parents; freedom.
Now Lily stood in the Ministry of Magic building, doing something she wanted to. Not the Medi-Witch or first Female Minister of Magic like her parents wanted her to be, she was an auror.
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Upon entering a brightly lit crimson room, a burning smell met their nostrils followed by a scream.
"Bloody hell! I'm going to hex that floo network guy from here to Banshees' Mountain! Hooking up this fireplace to showers! Really... I was smacked twice being called a voyeur! (Look it up, Livestock. Highlight and press D. MUHAHAHA. Jade is taking over. Don't ask. Inside story.) I swear I'll never try to fix fireplaces again. Nearly burned my hand off. Floo scum."
Ignoring the string of curses unprintable at this moment, Lily and James chose a fireplace made of beautiful, glimmering mahogany, and grabbed a fistful of glittering green powder from a silver urn upon the mantle. Hundreds upon hundreds of fireplaces with roaring, crackling fires stood in this crimson room, different types of metal urns full of floo powder upon their mantles, rightfully giving this room the name "The Floo Room."
Gracefully, Lily scattered her glistening powder into the dancing flames of the fire, resulting in emerald flames that matched Lily's eyes that reached higher. Without any doubt or fear since she had done this many times, Lily entered the fire, shouted, "Godric's Hollow Ministry of Magic Cabin," and was enveloped by the licking of the mint flames.
Groaning from dread and pain, James mimicked Lily's actions.
It seemed an invisible hook was around their waists as they were magically tugged from one end of England to another. Thousands of fireplaces of stone and wood, with or without merry flames, flew by as both of them reached their destination at about fifty miles per hour.
Once they were nicely situated upon the polished wood floor of the Ministry cabin in Godric's Hollow from the rough ride, Lily and James looked around. They had never been in this particular building of the ministry before, but they knew the budget cuts must have occurred during the building of this structure because currently, the both of them stood in a one room, one story building about the size of James and Lily's kitchen. A couple of ebony desks were scattered around the wood log room, a fire crackled behind them, and a few ceiling lamps hovered above. White sunlight streamed in through four windows on the walls. Apart from that and a few green, squashy arm chairs and sofas, the room was void.
Noticing no one else was there, Lily and James quickly exited the room through a green, wooden door before all the Death Eaters' butts were already kicked.
(Since I'm nice and school has been canceled due to the snowstorm in the Northeast, I'll continue for a super duper long chappie!)
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Thick green pine trees covered by a light coating of frost were huddled together as if trying to find warmth in each other to survive the winter. Lily zipped her ivory, semi-puffy jacket even more so that her quivering chin and ruby scarf bunched together. Her rose knit gloves kept most of the freezing air from penetrating, but the wind still nipped at her skin. James with his smooth, flat licorice jacket shivered without a scarf or gloves. His glasses with a thin steel frame gently bashed against the bridge of his nose with each violent shiver that possessed his lanky frame.
"You seem cold," Lily whispered quietly, which was very uncharacteristic for the normally loud, vivacious lady.
"No shit," replied James sarcastically, voice laced with anger for before.
"I'm sorry for before, all right? It's just, I don't like to be seen like that..."
James lifted his chin in a snobbish manner, unruly hair reflecting the light of the sun.
Lily sighed. Carefully, she slipped the wine colored glove off of her pale, shivering hand and placed it in her pocket. Without a second thought, Lily took hold of James's freezing hand.
"I'm sorry," repeated Lily once more, her plum tinted strawberry lips moving, but her voice barely audible.
"It's okay, Miss Purple Lips. Let's go kick some Death Eater ass!"
Lily smiled softly, almost as if she was fragile, letting go of the usual tough façade she left for everyone else. At times like these, James was afraid of Lily. It was almost as if she was a different person, not his best gal pal at all, but a stranger of little acquaintance. It was times like these that James feared for his friendship with Lily.
(Now for some much needed action, which I have never written before, so it might suck big!)
"Locus," James paused, "Death Eater meeting in Godric's Hollow," he muttered, his wand in the palm of his wide hand spinning. Unlike the "Point me" spell which is fairly recent, the "Locus" spell was ancient like most spells used for convenience. Different time periods the spells were from, the different language they were in. Locus happens to be Latin. (Thanks to my mom who took Latin!)
Around and around the black wood spun in a speed faster than light, so James couldn't actually see the wand, only feel it spinning. Unexpectedly, it stopped, pointing in the direction to the couple's right. So, these two followed the lead they had.
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For the past two hours, Lily and James had been looking for the Death Eater meeting. They could only hope that their fellow aurors had more luck in finding the meeting. Sure they could just apparate to the forest, but they couldn't have just apparated to the meeting without knowing the exact location. For all they knew, the meeting could have been over an hour ago, and all the aurors could still be looking.
With persistence, Lily and James continued to search for the meeting.
"We've been searching for this damn thing for over two hours, Lily. Do you think we could just go home? We can always make up a field report," suggested James.
"Shut up! I think I hear something!" scolded Lily.
Just beyond the clump of evergreen trees the duo were hiding behind was a large clearing surrounded by a two feet tall wall of pure, glistening, marble snow and mammoth pine trees. All this seemed to suddenly stop where the clearing started, large tree stumps, cut perfectly smooth, indicating man did this. In the center of this large, round clearing, was an enormous bonfire, scarlet, gold, and tangerine flames dancing toward the sky. Ten Death Eaters ranging in size huddled together near the fire as if trying to get warm. Bits and pieces of their conversation lingered in the air allowing Lily and James to eavesdrop on them.
"I hate these bloody hoods!" yelled a particularly small Death Eater, his breath forming foggy clouds where his breath loitered. He was shortest of the bunch, lanky in frame. Once he pulled back the hood of his black cloak with shaking pale hands, it revealed an equally pale face contrasted by dark nutmeg hair. Mauve bags hung under abnormally big, paranoid eyes.
"That's Rosier! I can recognize him anywhere! I only performed a few hundred trick on him while we were at Hogwarts. Are all Slytherins Death Eaters?" muttered James.
"Shut up! I'm getting this on tape!" whispered Lily loudly. She indicated to her wand which was emitting topaz sparks where it was attached to a small tape. As the wand slowly twirled around at the side of the licorice tape, the film of the tape spun around in the cartridge.
"You're bloody brilliant, Lils!"
"I knew that already. Don't call my Lils."
"Put that blasted thing back on!" yelled a tall, muscular Death Eater.
"Now, now L-"
"Shut up! You stupid Durmstrangs! If a auror was here spying, we'd get caught! Don't give them our names!"
All the Death Eaters were silent except for the tall muscular one who had yelled at Rosier and another that was tall and lanky.
"How will they have proof? They can't just say they heard you talking! In the current state of the Ministry and magical world, you need nothing but evidence!"
"You imbecile! They know the recording spell!"
"No! That's a relatively new and complicated spell! No one knows it except for that brilliant witch who made it up!"
"Exactly! She works for the Ministry as an AUROR!"
Lily positively beamed almost as if a ivory glow had surrounded her. It's great hearing your own enemies praise you.
"Speaking of brilliant witches, where's-" the muscular man was interrupted by another man apparating into the clearing.
The new arrival spoke. "Your manor is being raided! I heard it from Moody himself while passing the Auror Department of sector one."
"Shit! You! Go back to the Ministry, and see if you can get any more vital information from your post at the Department of Mysteries. Durmstrang, you take charge here! You two!" the muscular Death Eater pointed to two men even bulkier than he was, "Come with me! Got it?" With a swish of his cloaked arms, betraying a lock of long, platinum-gold hair, the man and his two followers apparated out of the field.
The fourth man that had not appeared until just a few minutes ago sighed and apparated off to the Ministry building.
"Who could that be? A person with a post at the Department of Mysteries. That's a pretty important department, not to mention they have many secrets on what's going on. There aren't any Slytherins in there..."
Lily could only glare at her partner.
"I think it's time. Let's get this meeting over with since I doubt anyone else will come," declared the newly instated leader of the meeting. A curl of a dark chestnut goatee poked from underneath the man's well kept, crisp robes.
Suddenly, a pop announced the arrival of yet another square-shouldered Death Eater, his black robes disheveled, dirty, and splotches of a dark liquid staining his robes. Spots of his cloak were burned off leaving a tawny color at the edges, varying sized holes littered among rips.
Forgetting what the muscular Death Eater had warned after he left, the man with the goatee demanded, "Where the hell have you been, Travers? You look like hell!"
Travers shakily claimed, "I was at the McKinnons'! I murdered them, but the damn aurors came soon after! They got Mulciber! As for the state of my clothing, Karkaroff, you try being hexed by six McKinnons who were all aurors! The father, mother, aunt, uncle, graduated kids! Add to that a retired, ancient McKinnon auror, an old female McKinnon with a cane AND purse, two teenagers who are attending Hogwarts, and three toddlers with kiddy broomsticks and rattles!! After that, I had to escape a team of fully trained sector two aurors! Of course my clothes should be in tip top shape since I rushed here for the meeting right after!"
Travers's chest rose and fell as his breaths came in short gasps.
"They have Mulciber?! He was one of our best Imperious Curse specialists!" exclaimed Karkaroff.
"His death doesn't matter. We have lost many great men out there," drawled a nonchalant voice as the owner of it rolled up his sleeves even in the bitter cold. "Let's begin the meeting."
The Death Eater to which the voice belonged to was short, only taller than Rosier and by a mere inch making him five foot five. (*sniff* My parents are five foot four! I'm doomed! You can ask Livestock!) His arms were moderately muscular with a bit of babyish fat about it. He had a slight beer belly, but a perfectly normal chest showing that this man had once been fit and muscled.
Grumbling about injustices, the remaining six Death Eaters arranged themselves in a circle around the huge bonfire, perhaps more to obtain warmth than perform the ceremony itself.
To start off the ritual, the six of them simultaneously chanted, "Morsmordre!" Instead of pointing the ends of their wands at the sky, five Death Eaters pointed at themselves. The remaining one, Karkaroff since he was the leader, pointed his at the bonfire. The tattoos upon each Death Eater's forearm, symbolizing their support of Voldermort, glowed a paranormal lime even through the think fabric of their uniforms.
Even creepier, a gigantic apple green skull with a snake slithering through the mouth appeared in the flames of the bonfire, its flames sapphire, aqua, and emerald instead of the standard gold, topaz, scarlet, and lemon.
The image never wavered, the chanting of the Death Eaters perpetual. After what seemed to be a full five minutes, the snake of the image glowed a frightening crimson as did the snakes on the identical images of the tattoos. A ruby tongue lashed out as quick as lightening from the bonfire's snake.
An image of a grotesque face of sallow tinged with ash. Its face was snake-like; the only trace or hint of a nose were the two tiny slits located in the center of the face. Vermilion eyes flashed as all the Death Eaters sunk to the ground in a bow.
As the thing spoke, a garnet tongue quivered like a snake's. "My loyal subjects! The time has come! In nine months, the fate of our lives and mission shall be written down in stone! If we are to be triumphant, we must find the woman who is bearing the child of the last heir of the Potters! We then must preferably corrupt both the child and mother, or slaughter them if we have no choice! It is written down in destiny that a Potter shall decide the fate of me. It was predestined when my ancestor, the Great Slytherin, was saved by the Potters' ancestor, Gryffindor. Slytherin was indebted to Gryffindor forming the agreement that if a Slytherin by blood ever opposed a blood heir of Godric, the most recent official Gryffindor heir has full power to decide the fate of the Slytherin! If the final heir of Potter is on my side, the side of power, I shall prevail! If not, I shall most definitely fall eventually!"
(A. N. I can't believe I wrote something that cheesy! Oh well... I'm permanately damaged! I also read in a book that an illegitimate son is called a bastard. Can you imagine a thirteen year old reading Rose Red: The Diary of Ellen Rambacher? It's a good read. Try it. That's where I got this term of bastard from, so I'm sorry if I offended anybody! I am not calling Harry a bastard!)
One Death Eater whose pale hooked nose peeked from behind his hood protested. "I beg to differ, my lord! The remaining Potter is that filthy James Potter. He has no wife! Surely he has no legitimate son! He may perhaps have a bastard, but nothing official!"
"Don't be so sure! He may have a bastard now, but nine months from now, the child born could be legitimate! In the span of nine months, the mother may be wed to Potter! Even if he isn't legitimate after nine months, he can become so just through engagement. They can be wed after! As long as at the time of choice the heir is legitimate, he has absolute rule!"
"Another reason I have called all and only my best and most loyal subjects is because of a woman. She has the potential power to defeat me as well. Also prophesied, the woman is the symbol of everything positive the school's founders would want in their respective houses! She has the blessings of all the founders! She has absolute power over me as well. The stars have predicted that she has the intelligence and wit superior to Renowa Ravenclaw, loyalty and patience surpassing Helga Hufflepuff's, cunning and ambition elite to even Salazar Slytherin's, and bravery and chivalry making Godric Gryffindor's look plebeian. Make sure she is on our side or assassinated."
After concluding his final sentence, Voldermort disappeared, and the bonfire returned to normal.
"Well, I'm beat. I'm out of here!" yawned out Rosier.
"Stop right there, Rosier!" commanded a familiar voice in a mock heroic manner.
"Finally, the calvary has arrived!" cheered Lily faking a damsel in distress's voice.
"Sirius, old buddy! We never thought you'd come! You guys too! We'd never start a game without you!" proclaimed James.
At the sight of all the aurors of sector one, the Death Eater began to flee from the scene forgetting that they were wizards with wands and could just apparate away.
Underneath his hood, the hooked nosed Death Eater rolled his eyes. "Pathetic! These are the best Voldermort has? Can't even remember to use their wands!"
Before the Death Eater could whip out his wand, Lily shouted, "Expelliarmus!" The Death Eater's wand flew into Lily's hands then pocketed into her robes underneath the coat she was wearing. She waved her finger at him and teased, "You want to leave before the fun was over?" Roughly, she grabbed the Death Eater by the robes, and performed a spell on him by shouting, "Tie up!". Snape's hands were tied behind his back,and his legs were tied together.
"Just to make sure you don't go wandering off, I'll just magically bind you to exactly three feet away from me all the time. Lasso!" Lily sauntered off to catch more Death Eaters and help her team. An invisible force tugged at the Death Eater's middle, pulling him behind Lily precisely one yard away.
The hood on his cloak flipped back as a strong wind blew past them sending snow in their faces.
"Snape!" shrieked Lily.
"Yes, it's me, your old friend Snape. Although I never liked you befriending Potter, you did so anyway against my better judgment and wishes, and-"
"Mute!"
Snape moved his thin lips, but no sound escaped his mouth.
"My own spell. You know how I took that exclusive course at Hogwarts? Well, I've come up with many helpful potions, spells, charms, ect. I just want you to shut up!"
And thus, Lily, with an agitated Snape bouncing along behind her, searched for her fellow aurors.
A. N.- My file can't be any bigger, so you guys get a cliffie! Review! Need 164 at least! Sorry for the crappy action. Better action in next chapter!