A/N – Okay… so it's taken me forever to write the third chapter… like two months. And I must apologize profusely for it. Most of you who have read my first fic know that I suck at updating on certain time restraints. This is a real crummy chapter, and they might be for a lil bit until I can get things to heat up a bit. Once again, sorry for the shortness and the lateness… summer vaca took two weeks and now getting back to school, plus a bit of writers block. Luv u all
Summary – Years after the events in there fifth year, four years after Hogwarts, Lily is an Auror. Now transferred to the Department of Mysteries because of her amazing gift to see the future, she is face once again to James Potter, who has blatantly ignored her for the past six years. Her dreams become more frequent and she seeks advice from her old guardian. Will she follow her hear, or let Fate take its course? A LE/JP fic
Rating – This chapie is R, for a sex-related scene…. If you wish not to read it, I will tell u when it starts and ends and you can skip it.
Disclaimer – not mine, not mine, not mine… maybe in a disillusioned world it is, but sadly the only thing here that is mine is the plot.
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Chapter 3
"Sirius Black!?" Lily said, staring in shock at the sparkling smiling handsome man leaning over the back of his chair to look at her.
"The one and only baby," he said, winking at her.
"Ever the ladies man," Lily said, shaking her head. "So what has a nice guy like you in here alone and dateless?" she asked flirtily.
"Oh I'm not alone. Jimmy's right here," he said, moving aside to reveal the one and only James Potter.
"Oh, so 'Mr. Potter' is your girlfriend?" she asked icily, trying not to up and leave. Mollie and Sirius laughed, while Lily and James glared at each other.
"No, no. I am dateless… unless you feel like fixing that," he replied, wriggling his eyebrows.
"But of corse!" she said in return, making James cringe as he remembered who had said that a few hours ago.
"And what's with the Mister shit?" Sirius asked curiously as he moved his chair over to their table, sliding it next to Lily.
"OH! Hasn't he told you?" Lily said, looking over at James condemningly. "Mister Potter is my boss now."
Sirius laughed hysterically. After a few minutes when he had finally stopped, he looked over at James, how had slide his chair in between Mollie and himself.
"Well, you're not working now are you? So he's James, Jim or Jimmy. And won't you two lighten up?!" he said, wrapping an arm around both of them after noticing the tension between the two. Releasing them he turned to Mollie, still all smiles. "Hey, congrats to you. Moony just told me the news not so long ago. Asked me to be best man." Mollie smiled at him in return and they continued they're conversation.
All the while Lily was starring at James. He had changed quite a bit. He wasn't as laidback as he used to be. He was uptight and businesslike; nothing like the James she used to love.
Maybe I made the right choice, she thought, then again, he is still as devilishly handsome as he used to be. Memories began to flood her mind. Memories of days spent in the library, talking about the past, the present and the future. Memories of the caring James that she still missed. A few tears trickled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped them away. You are not going to cry over some bastard who doesn't give two shits about you, she told herself. She kept repeating that as she stood up.
"I really should get going. I've gotta buy groceries and such," she said in a daze, not really knowing what came out of her mouth. "I'll see you later, Mollie, Sirius… Mr. Potter," she then turned around to leave.
"Lil… hold up. Could I call you some time?" Sirius called after her.
"Yea, get my number from Mol," she called over her shoulder as she walked out.
"Dude, James… what the hell is up with you today?" Sirius asked once when they were alone at his flat.
"Its just… works become a bitch," he replied distractedly.
"Ah… I see. And this wouldn't have anything to do with the return of a certain red head into your life," he said conspicuously.
"Padfoot, as much as you love teasing me, just shut your mouth for once," James bit back, rubbing his temple. A headache was coming on.
"Merlin, I'm sorry man! Didn't know she bugged you that much!" Sirius said quickly. "What happened between you two anyway?"
James sighed heavily and lay down on the couch, covering his head with a pillow.
"Lately, nothing… years ago, too much," he said, his answer muffled by the pillow.
"Care to tell?" Sirius asked, his manner now actually… well… serious.
"I'd love to Padfoot… but it's just, too painful," he said, the pillow coming off and hurt showing in his eyes. "I loved her, I really did."
"And you don't now?"
"No way in hell," he said, making sure it was obvious that the conversation was over. Sirius sighed heavily as he tromped off to get two ice cold beers; it seemed they both needed one.
"Okay okay, and get this," James said, beer bottle in hand and a slur to his voice. "Re-remember when she tried to uh…. Kill herself?" Sirius nodded. He wasn't quite as drunk as James and had coherent thoughts. "She was pra… no… pe… no… pre… pregnat."
"PREGNANT??" Sirius asked in shock.
"Thasss it!!!" he exclaimed.
"Well… uh… anyway, she killed it wif da jump," he said like it was nothing. Sirius was flabbergasted to say the least. This was the first time he had heard anything like this. "Yea," James continued, "an' you'll neva guessss who da dad wuz! ME!" At this James cracked up in laughter and tried to sip some of his beer.
"Okay Jimmy Boy, I think you've had enough of that," Sirius said grabbing the bottle from him.
"Hey!! I's not done wif dat!!" James said, trying to grab it back.
"You are now. I'll be back with a sober up potion."
With that he left, dumping the beer down the sink and searching through his potions cabinet. When he found the correct bottle, he went back out to the living room, only to find his best friend passed out with his bottom half on the sofa and the top half hanging off. He shook his head sadly and readjusted him.
"You're gonna regret that in the mornin' prongs… mark my words," he said sadly and then went out to fly his broom and clear his mind.
After a while of flying, Sirius was fed up with thinking. He was fed up with the unanswered questions flying around his head. He wanted the answers, he needed them. James was his best friend and he hadn't seen him this pathetic in a long time… since he was infatuated with Arabella Figg. He knew that James would still be incapacitated, and if he weren't he wouldn't answer the questions either. He didn't know how much Mollie knew, so the only other logical option was Lily.
Taking a deep breath he landed his broom on the outskirts of a small town and shrunk it down to pocket size. He then walked into town, and went to the nearest pay phone he could find. Pulling out the slip of paper with Lily's number on it, he dialed the collect free number instructions written on the phone, waiting patiently for Lily to answer.
It was cold, deathly cold. And dark too, darker than night. But a sliver of moonlight was allowed to slip through a barred window, shinning onto a crumpled figure in the dark and dirty corner. It's hair was long and greasy and stuck together. The clothes it wore were baggy, but you could tell that underneath them the figure was scrawny and boney and malnourished. You could also tell that it wasn't always like that; it used to be large and muscular.
The room suddenly got colder and a dark cloaked figure swept over to the man. He suddenly began to scream as if in pain. The tall figure took in a rattling breath and the man's screams subsided and he looked up at it in defiance.
"You can't hurt me," he said, "I did nothing wrong and you can't hurt me."
"Not again!" Lily groaned at her ringing phone as she was woken from her dream. She reached towards the phone. Twice in one day wasn't good for her. "WHAT?" she snapped.
"Jeez Lil, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed or sumthin'?" Sirius' deep voice said with a bit of forced laughter. The same deep voice that was in her dream.
"Holy shit Sirius! That's you right?"
"Uh… yes."
"Fuck! Um… sorry, I was a bit confused at the moment," Lily tried to cover.
"Okay….. um, I was wondering, would I be able to come over and talk to you for a minute, I've got some questions I need answered," he asked, his voice serious again.
She checked the time. It was only 10pm, not too late. Yawning and stretching a bit she sighed.
"I don't see why not, just let me get dressed first okay?" she answered, climbing out of the bed and yawning again.
"How long'll that take???" he asked, almost impatiently.
"I'm a girl… you do the math," she answered sarcastically. "Give me 15 minutes okay?"
"Alright, see you then." And with that he hung up.
Lily quickly got up, dressing haphazardly as her mind raged with thoughts. Sirius voice sounded so much like the poor man in her dream. Was it a vision? Or just some weird thoughts running through her head? She wasn't sure, but she sure as hell hoped it was the latter of the two. If it really was a vision and it really was Sirius, then something really bad must've happened to him.
She sloppily tied her hair up in a chin-on on her way out of her room and into the hallway. Just as she entered the living room, Sirius popped in front of her.
"Whoa! Great way to give someone a heart attack!" she yelled, her hand over her chest.
"Sorry… but I really need to talk to you," he said, his voice deep with worry and seriousness.
"What's the matter? What happened?" she questioned, sitting down as she looked at him anxiously, now worried as well.
"It's James…"