Harry Potter or any other characters associated with the book are the sole property of J. K. Rowling. Any original character created solely for this story belongs to me, Little C.

Reviews, comments and even flames are welcome. A big thank you to my beta reader Dorothy. Chapters 1 to 5 have been through a slight revision to eliminate typos and such.

The Things We Never Did or Said, Chapter Four

Lily was towelling herself dry after having taken a bath when both James and Remus burst into the Prefects' bathroom. Hurriedly she wrapped the towel around her to cover her body. She levelled them with a piercing glare which went by unnoticed since they were both staring at her legs.

"How did you know I was here?" she asked them in an attempt to get them look at something other than her bare legs.

"Bristol told us," Remus said shaking off the daze, "we need to talk."

"Isn't Sirius and Peter supposed to be here as well?" she asked tartly, looking at James, wondering if he was going to drool or not.

"Peter is outside," Remus said, "it's Sirius we wish to discuss with you."

"Why?"

"We wondered if you could ask Lindsey if we could perhaps, borrow him from time to time," Remus asked a bit sarcastically and very much whiney. "I mean, he was our friend first."

"What are you? Five?" Lily asked him.

"Don't you think it is strange though," Remus said, "before Christmas break she could hardly stand being in the same room with him and now they talk, play chess and, I'm not sure, but when they came back from their walk yesterday I think they were holding hands."

"And?" Lily asked him.

"Don't you think it's odd?" he asked her.

"Perhaps," she said with a shrug, "but I'm just glad they get along. The whole hexing thing was getting pretty tedious, anyway. And if you want to know what happened, why don't you ask Sirius?"

"We would," Remus said, "but they're always together."

"Not always," she said.

"We did ask him about it," James said still looking at her legs.

"And?"

"He told us to mind our own business," Remus said when James didn't answer. "He is our friend; we don't keep secrets from each other."

Lily looked at them as something dawned on her.

"You're jealous," she said with a smile.

"No, we're not!" James protested and looked up from her legs.

"Don't be ridiculous," Remus said. "Why would we be jealous of Sirius spending time with Lindsey?"

"Because he is spending time with Lindsey," Lily said, "your best friend is, for the first time, spending more time with someone else and you don't know how to handle it."

"Nonsense," Remus said.

"Really," Lily said crossing her arms over her chest, still making sure the towel covered her. "What would you boys be doing if you had Mr. Black with you, hm? Out marauding? Hexing Snape? Tying together someone's shoelaces in the Great Hall?"

Remus and James said nothing but they looked a bit embarrassed, though Remus was a Prefect and James Head Boy, she doubted they kept on the straight and narrow. There were times she had seen them sneak out of the castle and not come back until dawn; she had never said anything about it figuring it wasn't her or anyone else's business. She had the sneaking suspicion that they knew more about the school and its grounds than Mr. Filch, possibly - but unlikely - even more than Dumbledore.

"Prongs, Moony," she heard Peter's squeaky voice say from the door, "Bristol just said Sirius is with Lindsey down by the cliffs."

"Let's go," Remus said, grabbing a hold of James who had gone back to staring at Lily's legs, and hauled him out of the bathroom.

Lily shook her head as they left. Those four were in a class all their own. Well, three of them anyway. The reason little Peter hung out with them was beyond her. Sure, he did seem like the kind that would latch onto the bravest, most admired and smartest people he could find. What amazed her even more was that he was sorted into Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat must have gone temporary insane when sorting Peter.

"And what's up with those nicknames?" she said out loud. "Moony? Prongs? James doesn't have any thorns!"

She shook her head again, if she lived to be a thousand she would never figure out what made those jokers tick, but she had to admit the fact that when they were around there was never a dull moment.

Sirius saw Lindsey sitting on a rock near the cliff looking out over the lake. It was a fine spring day, albeit chilly with the wind coming in from the north. The sun caught Lindsey's braid making her hair sparkle.

"A bit chilly, don't you think?" he said as he joined her by the cliff.

"Could be worse," she said. She absentmindedly plucked at the strings of the guitar that rested in her lap. An owl had delivered it this morning at breakfast.

"Who sent it?" he asked.

"My Uncle," she answered, "it was my father's."

"Can you play?" he asked and she nodded.

"Would you like to hear something special?"

"Just play whatever comes to mind," he said sitting down on the ground.

Her voice was clear and strong but slightly out of tune, though not by much, and Sirius listened. He clapped his hands as the last chord drifted out across the lake and died out. Lindsey's hand lingered for a moment over the strings.

"That was the first song my father ever taught me," she said as her voice broke. Sirius saw tears glittering at the corners of her eyes and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. A drop of blood fell from her nose.

"You're bleeding!" Sirius said and she looked up at him.

"Your friends will be here soon," she said. "They're angry."

"What?" he asked surprised.

"Want to know a secret?" she asked him as she took a tissue from her pocket and wiped away the blood. Dumbfounded he nodded and she leaned forward and whispered in his ear; "I can see the future."

"Really?" Sirius asked and she nodded.

"Well, I see what will happen five to ten minutes into the future," she said, "so it is more of premonition than an actual prediction."

"So just now you saw my friends coming here?" he asked.

"I saw them here with us," she said, "they were upset about something and then they took you back to the castle. James was practically manhandling you."

"Oh!" Sirius said. He looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw James, Remus and Peter approaching and they didn't look particularly happy.

"So who is the 'bloody turncoat' now?" Remus asked him icily. Sirius laughed sheepishly but didn't answer. "You have to excuse us, but we need to borrow your boyfriend for awhile."

James grabbed hold of Sirius' robes and practically dragged him back towards the castle. He turned around and saw Lindsey still sitting at the cliff waving after them.

Lily sat beside James in the Great Hall after dinner and looked over to where Lindsey, a sixth year Hufflepuff and two seventh year Ravenclaws were having a very intense argument. For some reason Lindsey had opened up since the Christmas break, becoming more and more like her former self and then some. To put it poetically she would say that Lindsey was blossoming right before her eyes.

"I don't know what you did to her, Sirius," Lily said, "but you sure made her sparkle."

"What?" he said grumpily, clutching his spoon so hard his knuckles whitened. "My mission is to get her to smile, not converse with Irish hobgoblins."

"That would be leprechauns, Sirius," Remus said, "not hobgoblins. And only the Hufflepuff is Irish, I think the other two are from Wales."

"Your point being?" Sirius asked.

"Obviously lost on you," Remus said.

"I'm going to bed," Sirius said getting up from his seat, stalking out of the Great Hall.

"If I didn't know better I would think he has fallen for her," Lily said and they all looked at her.

"Don't be ridiculous," James said, "the only person Sirius loves more than himself, is himself."

"He isn't that narcissistic," Remus objected, "but it's true, Sirius is too full of himself to look at anyone else."

"That's what you think," Lily said.

"That is what we know," James said.

"When the rest of us are old and grey and will have trouble remembering how to levitate a feather across the room he will still be as reckless and adventurous as he is today," Remus said.

"Maybe," Lily said, "but sooner or later people change."

"Not him," Peter said.

"Everybody," Lily said. "And I still think that all this comes from jealousy over the fact that Sirius has been spending more time with Lindsey than with you."

"That's not it at all," Remus said.

"Ever heard of band called The Beatles?" Lily asked. Judging by the bewildered looks on their faces it was clear that they hadn't. "They were a very popular Muggle rock group that was dissolved about seven years ago. The reason they broke up was that they wanted to go their separate ways, but many fans believe that the real reason is because the lead singer meet a woman and that she was the reason for the group dissolving. So you see it is not uncommon for a woman to be the cause of a split."

"But you said it wasn't the reason for the break up," Remus said.

"No, but the fans believed it," Lily said.

"But it wasn't," Remus said again.

"Okay, bad analogy," Lily said frustrated. "My point is that I believe, just like the fans, that the reason you are acting like this is because Sirius is spending time with Lindsey and you have trouble accepting it."

"Then logic dictates that we should be jealous of James as well for spending time with you," he said resolutely. "And we are not."

"But we have known that James has been sweet on her ever since our first year," Peter said and both James and Remus turned and looked at him sternly. "Oops!"

"Really?" Lily asked surprised.

"Yeah," James said a bit sheepishly, his cheeks turning red.

"So you see, Lily," Remus said, getting the discussion back on track, "we are not jealous, if anything, we are confused. Before Christmas break Lindsey could hardly stand being in the same room as him and now they act as though they are the best of friends. You must agree that it is a rather momentous change."

"True," Lily agreed. "Clearly something happened during Christmas break and if they don't feel like telling us what that may be, then we shouldn't bother them."

"Well," Remus said getting up from his seat, "I feel like bothering him so I think I'll go and do just that."

"Right with you," James said. But before he hurried after his friend he bent down and kissed Lily on the cheek. "Sweet dreams."

Lily touched her cheek where he had kissed her and smiled.

"I thought they would never leave," she heard Lindsey's voice say as she sat opposite her at the table.

"Don't want to be around them?" Lily asked.

"I shouldn't," Lindsey said, her eyes a bit distant.

"Visions?" Lily asked.

"Two," Lindsey said, "the first hit me when I talked to Sirius down at the cliff. The other as I prepared to head back to the castle an hour later."

"What were they about?" Lily asked.

"I'm not sure," Lindsey said, "the first was Sirius being dragged back to the castle by James and the other was of Lupin bent over what looked like star charts. Something will happen tonight, something that we should stay out of."

"Something important?" Lily asked.

"To them anyway," Lindsey said with a nod. "I was going to take a walk, would you like to join me?"

"Sure," Lily said. They both got up from their seats.

"That is one crooked spoon," Lindsey said. Lily looked down on the table and saw the spoon Sirius had been holding; it was bent in the middle and resembled a 'u'. For a split second she wanted to dash up to the dormitory and stop James and Lupin from confronting Sirius, but Lindsey's words where clear in her mind and she followed her friend outside instead.

Coming into the Gryffindor common room James noticed an announcement on the bulletin board.

"They have announced which week we will take our N.E.W.T.s," James said.

Lupin and Peter joined him.

"Seems like we have to put the marauding on the back burner and start cramming," he said and walked over to the stairs with Peter on his heels. "You coming, Moony?"

"In a minute," Lupin said still looking at the announcement, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.

When James came up to the dormitory he spotted Sirius sitting on his bed while it was levitating an inch above the floor.

"Having fun?" he asked his friend.

"Very," Sirius said.

"About Bloodsworth," James said.

"What about her?" Sirius asked.

"What are your intentions towards her?" James asked. Sirius' bed dropped to the floor with a thud and Sirius gave him an odd look.

"My intentions?" Sirius asked disbelieving. "Who are you? Her father?"

"Do you love her?" James asked him, thinking that candour might be the only way of getting some truthful answers.

"I don't," Sirius said candidly. James caught Sirius' gaze and held it. Through the years James had learned the telltale signs when Sirius was lying but none of them were present. Sirius was telling the truth. "But I would be lying if I said I felt nothing."

"Care to elaborate?"

"I wanted her to smile," Sirius said, "and along the way I noticed her."

"You noticed her seven years ago," James said, "you turned her hair neon pink in our second year. She is Lily's friend."

"I don't want to make her the punchline of a joke," Sirius said with an annoyed tone of voice. "I want to make her happy, deliriously happy, as happy as one can possibly be for the rest of her life."

James looked at Sirius with his jaw on the floor; he couldn't believe what his friend was telling him. What they had tried to dispute down in the Great Hall was actually what was happening.

"You are falling for her," he said, "I can't believe it."

"It isn't love," Sirius said getting off the bed, "not yet, anyway."

"Will you tell her?" James asked.

"Only time will tell," Sirius said with a wistful smile.

"James, Sirius," Peter voice called from the door, "we have a little problem."

Surprised, they followed Peter downstairs and saw Lupin sitting at the floor with star charts spread out. He was hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself, his shoulders were shaking as if he was laughing but they had a feeling he wasn't.

"Moony," James said carefully and sat down beside him. "What's wrong?"

"When I saw it I didn't want to believe it," Remus said his voice a bit shaky. "So I checked and then I double checked just to make sure, I even double checked the double check. But I came up with the same answer all the time."

"What?" Sirius asked concerned.

"The weekend before the week we take our N.E.W.T.s is a full moon," Remus said.

James squeezed his shoulder in sympathy; Sirius put a comforting hand on his shoulder while Peter stood in the background.

"Oy!" said Peter.

To Be Continued…