Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters, or anything of the sort. If I did, you think I'd be here? :)
AN: I wrote most of this before I read OotP all together and haven't changed any of it after begging to not. This is my first posted fic on FF.net, and I'm a bit excited. If you want to email me, do so at: Ironbutterfly205@aol.com Any comments to improve (and constructive criticism) is welcome!
Lily lay on her back of the living room. The ocean blue carpet accenting the dark blue clothes she was wearing, the feeling of being hungry came over the young mother again. The feeling came often this week. Quite often. No matter how much she tried to quench the hunger, it always returned later and somehow worse then before.
The days were long while the redhead waited for her husband to return from his work. She had something to occupy her, it always worked too. A little boy, about 13 months old now, who was happily sleeping beside his mother.
Lily sat up slowly as to not hurt herself. Today was one of those days one could wish to stay home, but not Lily Potter. A visit with the Hogwarts matron, dinner to be cooked and to wait for the love of her life to return home. Who knew if any of the boys would show up today, Harry was enough to care for.
The baby's breath was soft and somewhat ragged with the cold he kept. Being sick for the last two days had made the little boy somewhat miserable, but the fact he was his mother's son was great for times like this.
The baby was too much like his father, it wasn't a bad thing at all. He had her eyes. He was mischievous to no end, his sweet smile was the mirror of his father's, and even the laugh (although Harry's was higher) was almost the same. He also took after his godfather, Lily being scared sometimes of the things the family friend was teaching her boy. But no matter what, whenever Harry wasn't feeling good like now, mummy was always there.
Putting a hand softly in the brown locks of hair that was quickly darkening of her baby, Lily sighed as she watched him sleep. This one was a surprise, what of the next one too?
The door opened to the call of James Potter as he entered the house. The blue and white interior made him think of his wife. She had picked the colors, much to his distaste. They colors had grown on him, much like she had. She had grown on him to the point of necessity.
"Lily," James called softly but enough to be heard. He knew Harry would be asleep and that possibly his mother with him. The sick child wore the mother out. "Lils, you awake?"
"In here," a soft voice returned the call.
When the male stepped into the living room, he leaned against the door jam. Running fingers through his unmanageable black hair, James sighed. Blue eyes sweeping over his petite wife, her place beside his son then over his son, a smile crept to his face.
"You're home early," Lily commented, leaving a kiss on Harry's head. Lily stood gracefully and took only three steps to stand in front of her husband. "Why?"
"Slow day at the office," James explained. "How's he feeling?"
"Poppy gave some tonic, he'll be fine in no time at all."
"Traveling again Lil?"
"You shouldn't have all the fun."
No words were exchanged after this but rather a kiss. Lips planted soundly against the other, the feeling of the other felt wonderful to both. Hands found the other as their fingers intertwined. A masculine hand found it's way around Lily's slim waist and pulled her to him. A slow, dance sway movement was started as James hummed some nonchant tune to be heard.
"How's everyone at the office," Lily asked softly, head against her husband's chest as they moved.
"Remus was let go today," James answered in a whisper. "They had to, to some extent. He's a werewolf, but Moony couldn't hurt a fly, let alone anyone or turn on the light side either."
"What's he going to do?"
"I offered him our guest bedroom. It's not like Pads uses it when he comes over anyway." James paused. "They took his parents' house from him Lils. He doesn't deserve that."
"Have you told them this? Have you told them that Remus wouldn't turn on us?" She paused to look up at James. "It'd be a cold day in July before he did."
The soft doorbell interrupted the couple. Charmed to be much softer at certain times to not wake the baby, it was surprising that sometimes it was even heard at all. The Potters stopped moving, Lily getting a slightly worried look on her young face. James pulled away first, pulling his wand from his pocket as he moved down the hall. Stopping at the door, he looked through the peek hole, his uneasiness subsiding. Lowering his wand, James looked to Lily, opening the door to reveal a wet and tired looking Remus.
"'Lo," Remus greeted James before looking to Lily just a bit farther down the hall. "Sorry for my mess Lils, I'll clean it up."
"No, don't worry about it Remus," Lily insisted, coming up to the door. Despite his wetness, Lily gathered the schoolboy friend in her arms for a hug. "I'm so sorry Remus hun," she whispered. "You don't deserve any of this at all. I'm so sorry."
Remus, and James, was a bit surprised by the woman's actions. Remus hugged Lily in return anyway, happy to have a friend like her.
"Friends like you two are running in short supply," he smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, don't worry about me."
"Come in mate, we'll get you all dried off and in a warm bed," James insisted, motioning for Remus to come in. He hadn't noticed that it'd started raining since he'd been home.
Remus didn't need telling twice. Lily had pulled him in, sending him upstairs to the bathroom to change. When he was done, Lily had led the family friend to the blue guest bedroom. Usually occupied by Sirius when he came, the room was scattered of pictures of the group, a short, stout man in nearly all of the pictures as well. All the pictures moved, all waving, whispering or laughing. Lily pulled back the covers on the bed, letting Remus pull him in.
Anyone could argue that Remus was much older then Lily or James, but it wasn't true. The same age, even only a week older then Lily, Remus was prematurely graying in his brown hair. Still long as it was before when he graduated not only three years ago, Lily pulled out a brush from the cedar chest in the room. Sitting behind Remus, Lily insisted on brushing out the knots in the brown and silver locks before letting Remus fall asleep.
"Longer time for us to talk," Lily explained as Remus chuckled.
The two friends talked and talked for nearly an hour after Lily had finished with Remus' hair. James had been watching the whole thing, leaning against the door jam, hands deep in his robe pockets. Where would he or any of the Marauders be without Lily Evens?
'Potter, James. She's yours for eternity.'
