Strawberry Fields Forever

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Let me take you down
cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever

Early the next day, the whole gang could be found in Jaimie's room, hovering creepily over the peacefully sleeping form of Jaimie, trying to get her to wake up. Lily, whose face was just inches from her best friend's was whispering in a sing-songy voice, "Wake up, Jaimie, wake up! This is-" She looked to the other boys for inspiration, but was knocked aside by Sirius who said, "Let the men handle this."
"Ok, where are the men?" Lily asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Sirius chose to ignore this comment from the red-head and beckoned the three other boys forward. Remus refused, for as he put it, "She's like a tiger who's disturbed when eating."
So Peter, James and Sirius rose to the occasion and were ready to spring onto Jaimie's bed, when they found out with a nasty shock that Jaimie was gone. Lily was unable to control her laughter as Jaimie leapt onto Sirius' back from behind and wrestled him to the bed, digging her fingers deep into his dark locks.
"Hey! Not fair!" Sirius said, as Jaimie sat atop him, messing his hair up further.
The others decided to watch the scene from afar, a look of deep amusement on their faces.
After a few moments, when they thought that they had seen enough, James chose to say, "You know, people could misinterpret that for something else."
Jaimie, out of breath, said, "Oops." and picked herself up off of Sirius, so that he stood up, his hair resembling that of James'. Peeved, he set about on the task of cleaning his hair up. Jaimie stood up and stretched, and ushered Sirius off of the bed so that she can make it up. While Jaimie did this, the others looked at the room. Much of it was still in a mess. Her chest of drawers had been rummaged through, its contents spewed across the floor. Jaimie and the Lupins had been working most of the day before on cleaing up the house that was looted by the Death Eaters when they had attacked.
Having finished cleaning up her bed, Jaimie chose an outift out of the pile of clothes on the floor, and was told to leave the rest for Mimi to fold and put away. They walked down the stairs and into the living room where Aunt Charlene sat, sipping a cup of tea and listening to the Witch's Wireless Network, and greeted her good morning. She stood up hastily and said, "Good morning Jaimie, dear. Do you mind just nipping over to your house and seperating things over there, love? Unless you don't want to, then your uncle Alan and I could do it-"
"No, Aunt Charlene, its fine, I'll do it." Jaimie said with a helpful smile.
"Thank you, dear." Aunt Charlene rushed to her, and hugged her tightly.
Then she turned to the others and said, "Well, I don't suppose that you'd like a spot of tea before you leave, but, take this, anyway," She handed them a wickerwork basket, "It has sandwiches and a thermos of pumpkin juice; I think I'm right in assuming that you won't be back for lunch?"
They all looked at each other; Remus nodded his head in agreement and took the basket of sandwiches she had handed to him.
"Alright, Remus darling, Jaimie, take care. Lily nice to meet you, and you four," She addressed the retreating backs of Remus, Peter, Sirius and James, "Don't get into trouble!"
The four boys turned their heads and nodded to her, Lily waving good-bye. She took a fist full of floo powder and flung it into the crackling flames and disappeared to Jaimie's house. Remus went next, his mother giving him a last precaution to stay out of trouble, followed by James and Peter. Sirius was letting Jaimie go before him, when Aunt Charlene had beckoned to her.
Jaimie turned around. Aunt Charlene was standing humbly with her hands folded before her, smiling benignly. For some strange reason that was unknown to Jaimie, she looked much older and wispier than ever. Aunt Charlene, who was her mother's sister, was a very beautiful woman and she was also a healer at St. Mungo's. But now, she looked thin and worn, ever since the time she had seen them at the funeral; Uncle Alan, too. Was she sick?
Aunt Charlene opened her mouth to say something, but in a moment of indecision, decided to say, "Have a good time, dear."
Jaimie nodded, and gave a small smile. "Thanks, Aunt Charlene." She then grasped a handful of emerald powder and threw them into the flames. She stepped inside the grate and called out "Fourteen Alton Gardens!" And spun away to the house that she had called home for so long.
She emerged in her living room, no one in sight. Sirius came spinning out of the fireplace after her, accidentally knocking her over, but prevented her from falling.
Sirius straightened up and said, "James, Remus? Peter? Lily, you guys here? Hello?"
"Hey Jaimie, Sirius; Up here!" Came the sound of Lily's voice from upstairs.
So they exited out of the living room, and hurried up the staircase, they reached the landing but stopped, unsure which room the other four were in.
"Lily, where are you guys?" Jaimie asked, checking her own bedroom first.
She spotted them on the floor under the window, going through the box of pictures that Jaimie had left on her bed the last time she had entered her room. When Jaimie and Sirius appeared at the door, they all looked up at them. Lily said, "Come on, you never showed me these pictures." She held up five or six photographs, and swung them. The little miniature people in them clinging to the white sides for balance.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I've kind of forgotten them." Jaimie said offhandedly as she descended to the floor and took some of the pictures Lily had handed to her.
"Oh, and wook at the cute wittle Jaimie in her diapews!" James said in a mock baby tone. He was holding out a baby picture of Jaimie in her diapers happily throwing slimy green blobs of what appeared to be baby food.
"And I had good reason not to show you." Jaimie said, blankly, snatching the picture out of his hand and placing it under the whole pile of photgraphs.
Sirius had taken a seat on the floor beside Jaimie and took a handful of photos, rifling through them. He pulled one out an old photograph of a beautiful lady in a flowy dress, holding an umbrella over her head fashionably.
He showed the photograph to Jaimie and said, "Who's this? She's very pretty."
Jaimie gazed at the picture, and bit her lip. At length she said, "That's my mother."
Lily, James and Remus both stopped looking at her pictures and looked over at the one in Sirus' hand.
"Oh." He said lamely and looked away. Jaimie grabbed his hand and stopped him from burying the photo.
"Wait. I want to keep it."
"You do?" He asked surprised.
Jaimie nodded her head. "I haven't seen that picture in ages. She was a model you know. That was one of her modeling pictures when she was in her twenties."
"She's pretty." Lily said, as Jaimie handed her the picture and held it gently in her hands.
Peter, who was walking casually around the room and looked at Jaimie's various trinkets-she had collected quite a few. He had come upon Jaimie's dresser and the various pictures of her friends, who upon spotting Peter, did not actually give him a second glance but continued talking animatedly to one another.
Jaimie looked up at his lone figure, desperate for a change of subject and said, "You interested in those, Peter?"
"A bit," He answered evasively.
"Right." Jaimie said, did not continue the conversation, but continued rifling through the magical photos. She came upon many of herself and Lily, and of Remus and his family. James had unfortunately stumbled upon another embarassing baby photo, but fortunately did not manage to see it well enough for Jaimie had caught sight of it and taken it away hastily. Peter's voice then suddenly cut through the air.
"Hey, Jaimie, who's this?"
She looked around to see Peter gazing at something on her bedside table. She walked over to him, grasped the picture frame and looked deep into it. She smiled to herself and laughed out loud; it was the picture taken at the birthday party that she had unearthed and put on display the day she and Sirius had gone out on a late night stroll. She could see Dominique in the corner, a look of complete misery plastered on her six-year-old face. Jaimie let out another giggle that the others heard, and they came over, Peter asking, "What's so funny? Who are those people in the picture?"
Sirius looked at the picture over Jaimie's shoulder and gave a sound of impatience. He slapped Peter in the back of the head and said, "Its Jaimie and Remus, you git. Isn't that obvious?"
In defense, Peter said, "Hey, that could be anybody!"
"Yeah, but how many red-heads do we know?" Sirius said, shaking his head.
"Alright, just be quiet! Can I see the picture?" Lily asked, as Jaimie handed her the frame instantly.
They all went back to the box, but instead of digging deeper into it, Jaimie placed the lid on it, carried it to her bed and said, "I don't think we should look through any more of my pictures. Let'rs just get to the task that we were supposed to do."
But they found this slightly painstaking. They didn't know where to start, or how to; it just didn't seem right to move and box things when three-fourths of its owners weren't there to delegate where to put them. But the job was still needed to be done, so they split up into two groups: James and Remus, for Lily did not want to be partnered with James and James didn't want Remus to partner with Lily, took control of Dominique's room; their laughter could be heard all the way to the living room where Lily and Peter had volunteered to clean up, but since Peter wasn't strong enough nor was he of legal age yet, could do little to help Lily who moved all the furniture aside by herself with her wand. Jaimie and Sirius tackled her parent's room; though this proved a highly complicated job as there were many things in the room that were magically kept together, and as their birthdays were still yet to come, asked James, who, despite what he told the Head Boy and Girl, was seventeen and was able to do magic freely.
Once her parent's canopy bed was down, this left the two to sort Jaimie's parent's belongings, roll them into newspapers so as not to get damaged, and place them in boxes. They put all of her parent's robes, cloaks and other clothes in a pile that would be donated to a shop that sold second-hand belongings. Jaimie had found a bag of make-up that was on her mother's vanity, and remembered fondly once when she was much younger, that she would set herself on the same padded vanity seat and pretend to be putting make-up on herself or lean enthusiastically over the the table and watch her mother powder her pale cheeks.
Jaimie pulled back the familiar pink, padded seat and set herself upon it, staring distastefully at her image in the vanity mirror as Sirius was busy wrapping newspaper over a procelain doll . It had been so long since she last looked at her image in a mirror. She just wasn't as concerned with her apperance as she was before, and it certainly did change. The face she had seen a year ago definitely looked much better.
Jaimie tore her eyes away from the girl she saw in front of her and noticed a pretty box with unfamiliar markings upon it sitting untouched on the table and opened the lid, a familiar, tinkling tune started up; but sitting in large coils like snakes were long, gold necklaces, silver bracelets, earrings with emerald or diamonds. She always saw her mother with these on, whenever she had gone to parties or fancy dinners. She took a pearl necklace out of the musical box and held it up to her neck. The thick, milky white orbs shined with an incandescent glow from the open window. Sirius noticed what she was doing and came over and whispered in her ear, "You look beautfiul."
"Thanks." Jaimie said, her cheeks turning pink. She put away the pearl necklace back into her mother's box of jewelry and said, "These were my mother's. She was a Squib you know. My grandpa and grandma sent her to a muggle school instead. But when she met my dad, that didn't seem to matter. She was always so happy with him. She used to tell me stories about how my dad would take her on broom rides around the city. She told me that he had a secret place right under a large willow tree at his parent's house in the country, and he would take her under the leaves and conjure fireflies from his wand and make them light up in the leaves. She said that they had their first kiss under a tree, and she knew that it was meant to be after that. She was wonderful. They were all wonderful. I wish I could have told them that."
She gazed emptily at the bottom of the mirror, and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. Sirius smiled sadly at her and kneeled down to look her in the eyes. He placed his fingers under her chin, and turned her head to face him. Then he cupped her face in his hands, and said, "You look a lot like her, you know that?" Sirius whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
Jaimie smiled, and said, "But you've never met her."
"I've seen a picture of her." He said hopefully.
"Yeah, you have. Is that a good thing?"
"That you look like her?"
"Mm hmm."
"Yeah, of course."
They paused, Sirius was now leaning in dangerously close to her, his hands still holding her face. Jaimie had placed her hands on his and was looking at them. Then she shifted her gaze up into his eyes and at length she whispered, "You're going to kis me now aren't you?"
Sirius smiled. He moved his hands from her face to the back of her head and pulled her slowly to him. She closed his eyes and anticipated the feeling of lips to hers. They were so soft, and didn't force against her own. Sirius had dropped his hands from her head, and placed them more comfortably on her hip, his thumb continuing with its habit of stroking her. Her arms went to his neck, both their lips still plastered together.
She pulled away for a gasp of air and looked deep in his eyes. There was a hint of surprise in them, and little bit of confusion and she smiled. He looked absolutely adorable like that.
"That would be a yes." She whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice that had long been extinguished.
Sirius smiled serenely and pulled her closer for another kiss.

Fifteen minutes later, Jaimie and Sirius walked down the stairs empty handed but looking as if they had just gone out on the broom ride. Wide smiles played across their lips, and could not disappear. The other four, who had gone downstairs to feast on the lunch that Aunt Charlene had made for them, were sitting on the kitchen chairs that were now set up in the cleared living room, the basket laid on a box they had propped up as a table. They each had a sandwich in hand, and had taken cups out of the kitchen cupboards for the pumpkin juice.
The others took in their windswept appearance and James asked, "What happened to you two?"
"Er . . . " Jaimie and Sirius looked at each other shiftily.
"Never mind, we don't want to know. Come on in, food is ready. Mum's specialty: Never ending sanwiches." Remus said, as he took another bite of sandwich.
"Hey, isn't tonight the night?" Jaimie asked, her eyes briefly shifting to Lily who did not seem to notice the emphasis. It was very obvious actually, Remus was the palest yet, and his hunger had increased ten fold.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't enjoy this day as much as I can right?" He said, his mouth full of sandwich.
"Remus!" Lily said, giggling at the sight of the usually composed Remus.
"'Orry." He said, bits of food flying from him.
"What are you talking about anyway?" Lily asked, casually.
"Nothing." The three boys and Jaimie said, Peter didn't even answer for fear of letting something slip.
Suspcious, Lily said, "Ri-ight. Why do I get the feeling that you're all keeping something from me?"
"We're not." James said, with his most innocent look ever.
Lily's suspicion seemed to be fueled by this simple gesture but was interrupted by Sirius who said "Anyway, we better eat fast, and get the rest of the house done, or else we'll never finish this today. Why didn't your mum and dad help, Remus?" He said, changing the subject.
"Because, they're busy, you know that." Remus said, acting a little to interested in the lettuce of his sandwich.
"Busy with what?" Peter asked, for he did not know what had happened two nights ago.
"You lot are keeping something from me." Lily said, setting down her sandwich.
"No, its just, that we were right. You know about the Order. My parents were in it, and so are James' and Remus'." Jaimie went into a full account of the night before last, excluding the part when she had dreamt that Voldemort had killed them all. She told them of the fact that Dumbledore was its secret-keeper and though they wanted to tell them its location, that they were bound by magic not to tell. She told them about the members that they had seen and of course the circumstances that had led them to be taken to the headquarters in the first place.
When she had finished, her throat somewhat dry, Lily said, "Did you ask about Riley?"
"No, it completely slipped my mind." Jaimie said, frustrated.
"And its not like they would have told us anyway. They're pretty secretive." Sirius said.
"Of course, do you think that they'd achieve something if the Death Eaters actually knew what they were doing? And its not like they can trust us. I mean, not that I actually believe this, but anyone of us could be working for Voldemort secretly. Look at Damion and Snape." Remus said, logically.
"How?" Peter asked.
"I mean, we could easily tell all this stuff to someone that we didn't know was a Death Eater. It wouldn't be hard to, they're highly secretive, too."
"And its not like the Daily Prophet is helping either. Stupid gits." Sirius said, his hair still windswept.
"Its amazing though," Lily said, her eyes unfocused, looking at something and nothing at the same time.
"What is?" Jaimie asked perturbed.
"How easily people could kill and hurt other people and not have a single, damn second thought." A fire burned in Lily's eyes, a look of pure hatred and repulsion in her face. Jaimie knew Lily was a fierce spirit, but she had never seen her like this.
"How do you suppose people even come to think like this? How they know so much anger, and so much hatred?" Lily asked to no one in particular.
"Some people are brought up to think like that. They're made and taught to hate people who are born from muggles and are muggles just because they weren't born into pureblood families. They're just around so much hatred that its only natural that they feel it, too. It's all that they know." Sirius said, who was avoiding everyone's eye.
Jaimie looked at him, curiously, and placed a hand on his, and held it tightly. Sirius looked up; his face set, and looking grim.
"What's wrong?" Jaimie asked, suddenly worried.
"Nothing. It's nothing." He said, shaking his head stubbornly.
"I don't want to talk any more about this. This is just too depressing." James said, pushing his glass further up the bridge of his nose.
"And like the job we have to do isn't?" Lily said, her eyes contorted in disbelief.
"Well, its a lot less depressing than talking about Lord Voldemort." James retorted.
"We have to talk about it sometime, don't we?" Lily said, her voice rising a little.
"We're seventeen. Can't we talk and act like it for once?" James returned, his voice rising too.
"Please, can you guys stop fighitng? Look at what's happening, just talking about Voldemort makes people fight. Let's just stop this, and get back to work alright?" Jaimie pleaded.
So with that, their 'thirty minute' break was over and they went back to work. Remus, Peter, Sirius and James teamed up to finish Jaimie's and Sirius' frugal attemtp at her parent's room, though the fact still remained that they had waisted a morning halfway done with the job. Lily and Jaimie started on her room, giving them time to talk girl to girl, as they hadn't had a proper conversation in a while. The two girls idly took down dresses and boxes and old toys from Jaimie's closet, all the while Lily telling Jaimie how unhelpful Peter had been.
". . . So I tell him that we should just try moving the sofa with our hands, since he can't do magic yet. And don't tell the boy this, but its not like he would be even more helpful even if he was allowed to do magic. So, he takes one end of the sofa, and I take the other end, and we both lift it up, but then the idiot drops the damn thing, and it narrowly misses his foot . . ."
Jaimie listened interestedly to her best friend. She had seriously missed these kind of talks with Lily. They both seemed so preoccupied and busy lately and what with herself and Sirius together, they just didn't talk much, though if truth be told, Lily and James were getting rather cozy with each other, even if some of those cozy moments ended in arguments.
". . . So then I end up just giving up and letting the bugger wrap newspaper over the little things, while I moved the sofas to the side wall. Anyway, what are you going to do with all that stuff? Sell it?"
Jaimie returning from her reverie at being addressed said, "I suppose so. But I reckon that I could always just keep that stuff in a storage some place, and put the place up for rent or something. I don't suppose I would sell it, as my family's had this house forever."
"So your not going to move into it after you turn seventeen?"
"No. I'm afraid it'll just remind me too much of my family. About my life when it was normal."
"I highly doubt that you were ever normal." Lily said, giggling.
"Well, you know what I mean." Jaimie said, waving her hand idly.
They concentrated on their job, until the closet was cleared. Jaimie busily emptied out the contents of her old desk, and put them into a single bag to take back to her new room at the Lupins'. At one point, Lily had unearthed her diary that she had neglected to write in for two years. She asked permission if she could read it and recieved it, laughing delightedly at the untroubled 'woes' of Jaimie as a fourteen year-old.
". . . Rita has been saying that Damion Malfoy has been eyeing me greatly. But I don't want him to, if she cared so much she could have him, but I bid her good luck from all the other girls who fancy him. But I suppose that dating him wouldn't be so bad. He's quite the gentlemen actually . . . "
Jaimie walked over and said in disbelief, "Did I write that?"
"Sounds like it. There's more, you go on and on about Sirius, but I won't read it, I've heard it all before." Lily said, trying mightily to supress her giggles.
"Oh I was absolutely horrid!" Jaimie said, reading her two year old writing, "I wrote this at fourteen? I can't believe it, doesn't sound like me at all!"
"Oh yes it does." Lily said, "You were always talking about him. Not that I don't blame you. The other half of the student body who aren't glued to Damion fancy Sirius." She was flipping to the earlier pages of the journal, as that one was the last entry.
"So does this mean you fancy him?" Jaimie asked slwoly.
"Of course not!" Lily said, abashed, "I fancy someone entirely different."
"I wouldn't say so." Jaimie said, smiling.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Lily asked looking up from the journal.
"Two words. James. Potter." Jaimie said, dodging Lily's hand.
"I do not! I don't fancy him. He's so immature, and self-centered and absolutely horrible."
"Yes, but he's changed. He and Sirius. They don't curse everyone as much, and they're not as egotistic." Jaimie said, matter-of-factly.
"Yes, I know." Lily said, her eyes beginning to shine.
"So does that mean that you fancy him?" Jaimie asked, already knowing the answer.
Lily looked sheepish, she bit her lip and said very quietly, "Yes."
Jaimie gave out a shriek. Soon they heard the pounding of footsteps and the four boys came bursting into the room. Sirius and James, who were in the lead tripped over the boxes placed inconveniently by the door. Jaimie and Lily looked shocked at their sudden appearance and came quickly to the aid of the fallen boys, Remus and Peter scanning the room for possible signs of anything gone awry.
"Are you all right?" Jaimie asked, helping Sirius to sit up.
"Yes, but what was that for? Why did you scream?" He asked, out of breath.
"Scream?" Jaimie asked confused, and then comprehension dawned on her face, "Oh, that,"
"She was just being Jaimie." Lily said, who had helped James.
"We were worried something happened to you." James said, clutching his head.
"You were worried about me?" Lily asked, skeptically.
"Yes. What did you expect us to be? Usually when someone screams its bad." James said, sarcastically.
"Well, I never really thought you to be someone who would . . . worry." Lily asked, sheepishly.
James gave her a look of mock indignity on his face. Lily playfully mussed his hair, which made it stick up even more.
After making sure that the girls were okay, and then pestering them as to why Jaimie had shrieked in the first place, they left to continue their work with Jaimie's parent's room, the three other boys teasing James that Lily fancied her. Not that he minded, he had been attracted to Lily from he beginning of day one.
Meanwhile, Jaimie and Lily continued on their purge of her room, Jaimie commenting on how much time they had wasted.
"How about you and Sirius? You two barely got half of that room done, and that was your only job, and James had helped you both. What were you two doing anyway?" Lily asked, sounding offhand.
"Well . . . " Even if Lily was Jaimie's best friend, she didn't want to share her first moment with Sirius yet.
But Lily wasn't an idiot; on the contrary she was brilliant and was quite the contradiction to pureblood enthusiasts. She showed her brilliance on this occasion for she said, "You guys had you're first kiss, didn't you?"
Jaimie nodded her head, trying to supress a smile but failing spectacularly.
Lily gave a loud squeal, "I knew it! How was he? Was he any good?"
Jaimie considered it for a moment; it was particularly hard to recall just exactly what had happened in her parent's bedroom. So she just settled with, "He was very, er, gentle." She finished lamely.
Lily gave her a blank look. "That's it? That's all you can come up with? You just had the first kiss with the man you love and-"
"Wait, wait, wait. Now I didn't say that!"
"Well, you've fancied him for how long? Since you first laid eyes on him, and you're telling me you don't love him?" Lily asked, calmly.
"I'm only sixteen-"
"Seventeen in a month." Lily interjected.
"Yes, but still, even though I am sixteen and on the verge of 'womanhood' I've never known what its like to be in love. All those boyfriends in school, they're just childhood romances; theyweren't real." Jaimie said, sounding defeated.
"Yes, exactly. You've fancied this boy for how long? Seven years, and not once did you actually care if he talked you. Well obviously you cared, but it wasn't a big deal. And that's what makes it love. Because you were willing to wait. And not to mention that he called on you at nine in the evening and stayed with you all night."
"Yes. But . . . " Jaimie didn't know why, but she just refused to believe it was real. Things of this sort didn't happen to her.
"But what?" Lily demanded.
"But you don't know how he feels. How many girlfriends has he had? Countless. He's probably been with every girl in our year. How do we know that he wasn't the same with his other girlfriends."
"Because we know all his other girlfriends, and not once did they say that he did something even remotely like this." Lily pointed out, "And he waited this long for a kiss from you. How long have you been together? A year, and this is the first time you've kissed."
"Lily, please, just drop it. Why do you care so much if I love him?" Jaimie asked, walking away from her under the pretext of checking in one of the boxes by the door.
"Because, you need him, and he needs you. You're perfect together." Lily said, following her. She bore her eyes into Jaimie's who looked back solemnly.
Damn, I hate it when she does that. Jaimie thought defeated.
"Why don't you want to admit it?" Lily demanded.
"Because, Lily please, can you just drop it?" Jaimie said, now completely in a bad mood.
"No, I won't drop it unless you give me a straight answer as to why you won't admit that Sirius is good for you. Come on." Lily chided.
"No." Jaimie said blankly.
"Please?"
"No, Lily, please just- let's get back to work?"
"Plea-"
"BECAUSE IF I ADMIT THAT I LOVE HIM, THEN SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN TO HIM!" Jaimie yelled. She had balled her hands into fists and was breathing hard, her green eyes watering. It was the first time that she had ever yelled at Lily, and quickly regretted it as she saw the look of surprise on her best friend's face.
"I'm sorry, Lily, I-I don't know why I said that-" Jaimie apologized.
But Lily did the almost complete opposite of what Jaimie said and hugged her. The four boys came back again confused at what was happening. They were surprised to see that the two girls really hadn't gotten much further than the last time they had come and were even more surprised to see Lily hugging Jaimie tightly who was looking very perturbed and whose cheeks were slightly pink.
"Are we intruding on something?" Remus said slowly.
Lily turned around and said, "No, um, just some girl-talk that's all." She let Jaimie go, and the boys left. Sirius lingering behind and looking at Jaimie in a worried expression, but Jaimie was determinedly not looking at him.
"Are you sure you're all right? You look as if you were just crying."
He made a step inside but Lily stopped him and said, "No. Sirius, just go back with the boys. We really need to talk."
He took one last look at Jaimie, who was still not looking back at him, before forcing himself toward the master bedroom.
Lily turned to Jaimie and said, "Now, what's this about, hmm? Why do you think you admit to loving him that something bad will happen to him?"
"Please Lily, if you ever do listen to me, let this be it. Just drop it. I don't want to talk about it." Jaimie said, determinedly keeping her voice calm.
Lily could not find it in her to argue back so she just quietly continued with the cleaning of the room. They worked in silence, neither knowing what to say and both afraid that they might offend the other. Jaimie preferred it this way. The less talking they did, the more work they had gotten done and the faster they can leave. She did not like the house anymore. It was a mere shadow of the occupants that once lived there, and a living remeberance to their name. It was like a graveyard, and all of the furniture that they were resolved to get rid of were the dead bodies that they needed to extricate, the smell of Charles, Belle and Dominique Dijon embroidered in their very fabric. She felt suffocated and soon found that she was gasping for air. Lily looking alarmed, dropped the clock she held in her hand and rushed Jaimie tot he little window in her room. She threw open the windows and forced Jaimie's head out. A gust of wind played across Jaimie's face, making her hair fly angelically around her face. She took a big breath in and out, and was relieved to find that her breathing was back to normal.
She stuck her head back in and hugged Lily tightly.
Slightly muffled Lily said, "What happened?"
"I don't know. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. I-It was so scary!" Jaimie said, rocking back and forth.
"Its okay. It's alright. You're fine now, Jaimie." Lily cooed, patting Jaimie's back.
Jaimie gave a shuddering breath and said, "I want to get out of here."
"Alright, we're almost done, so we can leave in a few minutes. Just go downstairs, and I'll finish up here, then we can go back to Remus' house or Diagon Alley or wherever you want to go."
Jaimie nodded and left her room, Sirius coming to meet her.
"Are you alright? What's wrong, you look absolutely horrible!" Sirius said, almost lifting the girl off her feet.
"Yes Sirius I'm fine, I just had a scare that's all. I'm going downstairs, Lily is finishing up the room. Can one of you go help her?"
"I'll go," James said.
Jaimie gave her a look of skepticism, but then said, "Thanks James."
"No problem." He said, smiling as he entered the room.
They went downstairs wordless, Sirius holding onto Jaimie, Remus and Peter following them. They sat among the kitchen chairs that were placed in the living room and waited patiently for Lily and James to finish. SIrius, Remus and Peter were talking among themselves, laughing and joking together. Remus was looking paler and was looking outside more frequently. The sun was almost down, and he needed to hurry to be able to transform. The Lupin's had a basement that they kept Remus in whenever the full moon had risen, so he would not be a problem. Jaimie looked at him, and was wringing her hands. Not only did she want to leave the house, but if they did not hurry, Lily would find out their secret as well as all five of them being bitten and turning into werewolves themselves. But fortunately at half past four, James and Lily emerged, levitating the boxes in front of them.
In an annoyingly cheery voice, James said, "Alright then. Let's go. How are we going to get all these boxes over to the Lupin house, carry them one by one by floo powder, or we can apparate there with the boxes but that would take longer." He said, speaking about himself and Lily.
"No I expect Uncle Alan to come by and pick up the boxes in his car tomorrow." Jaimie glanced at the fire which they had conjured without magic and briefly saw what seemed to be the blonde head of Damion Malfoy.
She did a double-take at the fire, and the others, noticing this, looked at it too, but found nothing surprising.
"What was that about?" James asked, looking at Jaimie with a confused look.
"I-" She looked back at the flames, completely head free. "I just thought I saw something, but it must have been my imagination. Let's get out of here, I don't want to be here any longer."
Jaimie took the pouch that held the floo powder and handed it around so the others could get their share. She let Peter go before her, before throwing the green powder into the orange flames which promptly turned green themselves and entered it, spinning away from the house she had once grown up in, feeling more tired and confused than ever.






A/N: Well, the first time that they ever kissed and it was spoiled. Damn that sucks. Anyway, I've been working like made trying to finish this chapter by the time school started. At last I have succeeded. It would have been up earlier if my cousins hadn't slept over. Stupid nosy buggers. No just kidding I love them. Shh.

Anywho, again, Its Chapter 10. Time for the list thingy.

Chapter 6: Bury Me Down by the River-Bee Gees
Chapter 7: Knowledge-Green Day
Chapter 8 : It's the End of the World-REM (and Prince too, but the one I'm using is by REM)
Chapter 9: 16-Green Day
Chapter 10: Strawberry Fields Forever-Beatles