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Author's Note: Holy goodness!! I haven't written for about half a year! I don't know what's come over me! This is quite unusual! I haven't really had time, what going to school, and being in two sports and having a job, and searching for a guy...(I suppose that's optional...) But here I am again back for the attack. And to Maranewe1, He just kind of mentioned he had a map...he didn't really show it to her, it was like a passing thing. She thinks it's just an ordinary map, I guess. Anyway, ONWARD!
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James sighed as the red car he was riding pulled up to a white house. It was an ordinary house, with a garden of flowers of every color, a little white gate, and a mailbox that looked like a miniature replica of itself. His sigh wasn't a completely sad sigh, but nor was it one of those love sighs either. It was a sigh that held all of his feelings. He had been going through everything in his head for the past hour; how much he missed Sirius, how upset he was, how he was living with Lily, but most of all, how much he missed his parents. The car stopped, but James didn't even notice. Lily gently shook his shoulder. "James, James...we're, we're here now." She said ever so softly. James nodded and started to climb out of the car, but couldn't. He tried harder and harder, but something was restraining him. "Damn sleepbelt." He mumbled under his breath. Lily just shook her head and undid the seatbelt for him. She wasn't going to correct him now, she could see the pain he was in. Lily's dad grabbed her trunk, and carried it to the house, while Lily and James carried his trunk and Lily's mom brought James' owl to the house. James stepped in the front door, 'It's perfect.' He thought. There were squashy chairs to sit on in the living room, although clean it wasn't too clean, and it even smelled like freshly baked bread. James inhaled; it smelled exactly like his house. His mum made bread every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. He felt a pain in his stomach. The thought of his mother making bread was just too much for him, a tear rolled down his cheek. He felt Lily's hand grasp his and hold on to it tightly. It wasn't like how a pair of lovers hold hands it was sweeter than that. "Come with me, I'll show you to your room." She led him by hand through the house and up the stairs. They stopped at a blue room. The walls were a lighter blue, while the ceiling was a dark navy. There was a bed, a desk, and a nightstand. His trunk was already up here, and he could only guess Mr. Evans had carried it up for him. He sank down on the bed, barely able to hold his head up. "Thank you." He told her barely audible. He lied down on his bed, turned his back to her and closed his eyes. "Dinner will be at about six, I'll come get you." Lily whispered. She turned and shut his door, barely able to keep in her own tears at his sadness. "Please be happy James." She said quietly as she made her way downstairs. As she entered the sitting room, she could see her parents already there, and sat in her own squashy chair. "Where is Petunia?" she asked to break the silence. "Oh, at one of her friends' house I suppose." Said her father distractedly. "How's he doing?" He added looking up the stairs towards where James was. "He still seems sad. How long ago was it when his parents died?" Lily shook her head angrily. "They didn't just die. They were murdered. MURDERED! I don't know how he can cope with that, so lets not bring it up anymore, especially around him." Her outburst left her entire family speechless, including herself. Where did that come from? She thought to herself. All her dad did was ask a simple question. "I'm sorry father, it's just been a hectic week. I'm going to go lay down." She got up silently and moved upstairs to her room. As she passed by James room she didn't hear a thing, and opened the door quietly to see if he was okay. He seemed sound asleep, so she whispered to him, "Please be happy, I love to see you happy. When you're sad, I get this feeling in my gut that I should be sad too."
Dinner was at exactly six o clock. Mrs. Evans went and woke James and Lily. They made their way silently to the dinner table. James looked tons better. His nap seemed to have worked wonders on him. He had just sat down at the table next to Lily when he heard someone sneer, "You must be the other freak that's staying with us this summer." He looked up from his plate to see another young girl, about Lily's age with stick straight blonde hair and cold blue eyes. He stared her straight in the eyes, and decided right then and there that he didn't like her. "I didn't know it was a common practice for you to insult guests." James said to the girl. Lily kept her head down, but he could somehow feel that she was containing her laugh. Mr. Evans walked in. "Oh James, this is my other daughter, Petunia, she's not magically inclined like my Lily." James looked at Petunia to see she was still staring at him. He searched her face, there was not even the slightest resemblance to Lily, and in fact this girl was kind of ugly he decided silently. Mrs. Evans brought out dinner, they said grace, and started eating. That's when James realized he was starving. He hadn't had anything to eat since the day before. When he had fixed his plate, he ate, as fast as good manners would allow. Mrs. Evans gave him a heartfelt look. She loved to feed people. "That was amazingly good, Mrs. Evans." James said when he had finished with his forth helping. He felt so much better after eating. He had forgotten what healing good food was. "If I am going to live here, and you're cooking, I am definitely going to need bigger pants." The entire family laughed including James. It felt so good to laugh again; he couldn't remember the last time he had actually laughed. He stood up and started clearing away his plate, not quite sure where to put it, when Mrs. Evans took it from him. "No need to do that dear," she said. "I'll take it from you." And with that she was gone into the kitchen. "So, do you want to see the rest of the house?" asked Lily from behind him. He told her okay, and they started on a tour of the house, the sitting room, where Mr. Evans was already sitting, reading the paper, the kitchen, the family room, and the living room. She showed him where all the bathrooms were, where he could shower, she showed him her room, and he had a fleeting glance into Petunia's room, which he could see was the cleanest room in the whole house. It was kind of scary, how clean it was. James shuddered and followed Lily up another flight of stairs. This was apparently the attic. It had big windows overlooking the back yard. It also had a window on the ceiling, so you could look up at the sky. "This is my favorite place in the whole world." Lily said to him. "I sit up here and wait for the stars to come out." She lied down on a big cushion underneath the window. Looking up at the changing colors of the soon to be night sky. James looked at her peacefulness, and was glad she had decided to be friends with him. "May I join you?" James asked quietly, as he looked down at Lily. She looked back at him and their eyes met, sending a shot of warmth through James' body. "Of course you may." She replied back to him. He lied down next to her, and she scooted over closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. James didn't quite know how to take this gesture of Lily's but he knew one thing, he didn't ever want this moment to stop.
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A/N: Well, well, well...I believe that was a bit happier, (at least toward the end) that should satisfy the scruples of those who wanted a happier next chapter. I didn't quite know where I was going with this one, but I think I'm good now. Please review. I don't care what you say, as long as you review. You could write Aymie: you are a lousy stinkin' writer and I hate your guts!! I would be kind of sad, but you reviewed!! Until next time... later days!
Author's Note: Holy goodness!! I haven't written for about half a year! I don't know what's come over me! This is quite unusual! I haven't really had time, what going to school, and being in two sports and having a job, and searching for a guy...(I suppose that's optional...) But here I am again back for the attack. And to Maranewe1, He just kind of mentioned he had a map...he didn't really show it to her, it was like a passing thing. She thinks it's just an ordinary map, I guess. Anyway, ONWARD!
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James sighed as the red car he was riding pulled up to a white house. It was an ordinary house, with a garden of flowers of every color, a little white gate, and a mailbox that looked like a miniature replica of itself. His sigh wasn't a completely sad sigh, but nor was it one of those love sighs either. It was a sigh that held all of his feelings. He had been going through everything in his head for the past hour; how much he missed Sirius, how upset he was, how he was living with Lily, but most of all, how much he missed his parents. The car stopped, but James didn't even notice. Lily gently shook his shoulder. "James, James...we're, we're here now." She said ever so softly. James nodded and started to climb out of the car, but couldn't. He tried harder and harder, but something was restraining him. "Damn sleepbelt." He mumbled under his breath. Lily just shook her head and undid the seatbelt for him. She wasn't going to correct him now, she could see the pain he was in. Lily's dad grabbed her trunk, and carried it to the house, while Lily and James carried his trunk and Lily's mom brought James' owl to the house. James stepped in the front door, 'It's perfect.' He thought. There were squashy chairs to sit on in the living room, although clean it wasn't too clean, and it even smelled like freshly baked bread. James inhaled; it smelled exactly like his house. His mum made bread every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. He felt a pain in his stomach. The thought of his mother making bread was just too much for him, a tear rolled down his cheek. He felt Lily's hand grasp his and hold on to it tightly. It wasn't like how a pair of lovers hold hands it was sweeter than that. "Come with me, I'll show you to your room." She led him by hand through the house and up the stairs. They stopped at a blue room. The walls were a lighter blue, while the ceiling was a dark navy. There was a bed, a desk, and a nightstand. His trunk was already up here, and he could only guess Mr. Evans had carried it up for him. He sank down on the bed, barely able to hold his head up. "Thank you." He told her barely audible. He lied down on his bed, turned his back to her and closed his eyes. "Dinner will be at about six, I'll come get you." Lily whispered. She turned and shut his door, barely able to keep in her own tears at his sadness. "Please be happy James." She said quietly as she made her way downstairs. As she entered the sitting room, she could see her parents already there, and sat in her own squashy chair. "Where is Petunia?" she asked to break the silence. "Oh, at one of her friends' house I suppose." Said her father distractedly. "How's he doing?" He added looking up the stairs towards where James was. "He still seems sad. How long ago was it when his parents died?" Lily shook her head angrily. "They didn't just die. They were murdered. MURDERED! I don't know how he can cope with that, so lets not bring it up anymore, especially around him." Her outburst left her entire family speechless, including herself. Where did that come from? She thought to herself. All her dad did was ask a simple question. "I'm sorry father, it's just been a hectic week. I'm going to go lay down." She got up silently and moved upstairs to her room. As she passed by James room she didn't hear a thing, and opened the door quietly to see if he was okay. He seemed sound asleep, so she whispered to him, "Please be happy, I love to see you happy. When you're sad, I get this feeling in my gut that I should be sad too."
Dinner was at exactly six o clock. Mrs. Evans went and woke James and Lily. They made their way silently to the dinner table. James looked tons better. His nap seemed to have worked wonders on him. He had just sat down at the table next to Lily when he heard someone sneer, "You must be the other freak that's staying with us this summer." He looked up from his plate to see another young girl, about Lily's age with stick straight blonde hair and cold blue eyes. He stared her straight in the eyes, and decided right then and there that he didn't like her. "I didn't know it was a common practice for you to insult guests." James said to the girl. Lily kept her head down, but he could somehow feel that she was containing her laugh. Mr. Evans walked in. "Oh James, this is my other daughter, Petunia, she's not magically inclined like my Lily." James looked at Petunia to see she was still staring at him. He searched her face, there was not even the slightest resemblance to Lily, and in fact this girl was kind of ugly he decided silently. Mrs. Evans brought out dinner, they said grace, and started eating. That's when James realized he was starving. He hadn't had anything to eat since the day before. When he had fixed his plate, he ate, as fast as good manners would allow. Mrs. Evans gave him a heartfelt look. She loved to feed people. "That was amazingly good, Mrs. Evans." James said when he had finished with his forth helping. He felt so much better after eating. He had forgotten what healing good food was. "If I am going to live here, and you're cooking, I am definitely going to need bigger pants." The entire family laughed including James. It felt so good to laugh again; he couldn't remember the last time he had actually laughed. He stood up and started clearing away his plate, not quite sure where to put it, when Mrs. Evans took it from him. "No need to do that dear," she said. "I'll take it from you." And with that she was gone into the kitchen. "So, do you want to see the rest of the house?" asked Lily from behind him. He told her okay, and they started on a tour of the house, the sitting room, where Mr. Evans was already sitting, reading the paper, the kitchen, the family room, and the living room. She showed him where all the bathrooms were, where he could shower, she showed him her room, and he had a fleeting glance into Petunia's room, which he could see was the cleanest room in the whole house. It was kind of scary, how clean it was. James shuddered and followed Lily up another flight of stairs. This was apparently the attic. It had big windows overlooking the back yard. It also had a window on the ceiling, so you could look up at the sky. "This is my favorite place in the whole world." Lily said to him. "I sit up here and wait for the stars to come out." She lied down on a big cushion underneath the window. Looking up at the changing colors of the soon to be night sky. James looked at her peacefulness, and was glad she had decided to be friends with him. "May I join you?" James asked quietly, as he looked down at Lily. She looked back at him and their eyes met, sending a shot of warmth through James' body. "Of course you may." She replied back to him. He lied down next to her, and she scooted over closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. James didn't quite know how to take this gesture of Lily's but he knew one thing, he didn't ever want this moment to stop.
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A/N: Well, well, well...I believe that was a bit happier, (at least toward the end) that should satisfy the scruples of those who wanted a happier next chapter. I didn't quite know where I was going with this one, but I think I'm good now. Please review. I don't care what you say, as long as you review. You could write Aymie: you are a lousy stinkin' writer and I hate your guts!! I would be kind of sad, but you reviewed!! Until next time... later days!