A/N: Woah. I haven't updated in I don't know how long, but I am alive. This will be the first in a bunch of littleone-shots I've managed to write in between failing math and AP homework. I hope you enjoy, and they'll tide you over until I can get the next chapters of my other fics out.
And by the way, still not mine.
Lily Evans sat in the corner of the hospital wing, her head resting on the white bed in front of her. James Potter was behind her, longing to comfort this girl he so desperately cared for. Sirius Black was beside him, longing to reach out and hold the boy in the bed.
There was snow on the ground outside, it would soon be time for the holidays. But to the three students standing by the cold bed, this moment would last forever.
The boy in the bed stiffened, then let out a long, shallow breath. His eyes creaked open, slowly taking in the room around him and the blurry faces to his left. He jumped a little at the sight of the auburn hair, laying by his stomach. He looked up at James and Sirius, and they both nodded majestically.
"Lily," he called, running his hand through her thick hair. She stirred, scooting closer to him. James laid a solid hand on her shoulder, waking her.
She looked up, brilliant green eyes dim from sleep. She smiled a little, standing from her chair, then sitting on the crisp sheets next to him. Words were not necessary, as she wrapped her cloaked arms around his neck.
James bristled in the background, stepping forward a little, waiting for her to let go of his best friend. She pulled back a little, kissing his cheek.
"I'm so sorry," she cooed, pushing his golden hair from his face. He shrugged a little, letting go of her. She gently took his hand, and laced their pinkie fingers together. He looked at her, puzzled.
"I pinkie promise you, Remus Lupin, I'll never tell a soul. And pinkie promises, are never to be broken."