A/N: This is what I think likely happened when Sirius tried to get Snape killed by telling him how to get near Lupin under a full moon. Set in Marauder's/MWPP era, in their 6th year. Lily's POV.
I thought this was one piece of history that needed some filling in. I hope I'm accurately representing the characters and their (possible) relationships at this time. Please read and review.
I should also note that I've done a slight tweaking of The Most Ancient and Noble Black Family Tree. So I guess the story now falls under the category of A/U (alternate universe). But it doesn't widely affect the plot, and it is only a minor character (who I'm starting to quite enjoy writing!) that gets tweaked into the story, so I hope I am right in believing that the purists will forgive me? ;-)
And I'm so very sorry for the big delay. I think it's been ten days since my last post, but ack! So many things have been getting in the way! I'm sorry this is, again, kind of short, but I think I'll have the next chapter up more quickly this time. *hugs*
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The door to Dumbledore's office opened and Lily rushed in.
"Professor!" The Headmaster had been sitting at his desk, writing, when the 6th-year Prefect burst into the office. Falwkes the phoenix chirped in greeting to her, but she took no notice.
"Lily, this is a surprise. What's troubling you?" his calm voice seemed to reduce her sense of panic a little.
"Professor, someone told Snape how to get past the Whomping Willow but he doesn't know Remus Lupin is a werewolf and so we saw-- we think Snape is going to try and get in and then Ja-- Potter went to go and stop him but he might not be able to warn Snape in time and they could both get killed!" Lily said this in one breath, but thankfully Dumbldore seemed to have understood.
He rose from his chair and walked around the desk to stand in front of her. "Are you quite sure it is just the two of them that have gone to the Willow?" He said quickly.
"Yes." replied Lily.
Dumbledore then strode out of the office, followed by Lily. I can't beleive I just covered up for that lot. Perhaps I should have told him whose fault it was and about that map they have... Despite her worries Lily reminded herself that the urgency of the situation hadn't called for details, anyway. If questions are asked later....well... I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
When they had decended a few flights of stairs he turned to Lily, "Could you please alert Madam Pomfrey that her assistance may be needed shortly." he said this in a very calm voice, but something in it told her that he was worried.
"Tibby and Peter just went to go tell her and -- Oh. There they are now."
Madam Pomfrey was walking into the Entrance Hall accomanied by the two fellow Gryffindors.
"Poppy I need you to be ready in case the worst happens." Dumbledore then turned to the three students, "I would like you three to return to Gryffindor Tower." Seeing the looks on their faces, he added "You will be alerted as to what has happened when we can ensure the safety of your classmates."
Reluctantly, Lily, Tibby and Peter made their way to Gryffindor Tower. They were silent as they entered the Common Room, each in their own thoughts wondering what was happening outside.
Tibby re-lit the fire and sat staring at it in a chair, her arms folded. Peter busied himself by gathering and folding up the Map and the silvery cloth. Lily did not know what to do with herself.
Again she felt panic and fear rise in her. She felt frustrated that she couldn't do anything other than wait. She began pacing back and forth on the threadbare carpet in front of the fireplace. I just hope that they nothing happens to them --
And there it was again -- a feeling she couldn't quite describe. Obviously she was worried about whether or not James -- and Snape -- would get away in time... but it was more than that. She hated to admit it, but what she was really wondering about was... what if --
"Lily," said Tibby in a quiet voice, "could you please stop pacing? It's making me nervous."
Before Lily could reply the portrait hole opened and out of it climbed James Potter.