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Catch My Fall

Chapter 18-Missing Old Times

"Jones," Mad Eye Moody barked from the hallway. He peered his head in through the doorway to see the petite blonde napping her head on her desk. "Jones!" he repeated a bit more vigorously. Her head snapped up, her one hand clenched on a quill, the other on her wand.

She shook her head, her vision a bit blurred still, but groaned as she saw her boss.

"What do you want?" she asked, standing up to hand him a pile of paperwork.

"I had the information you wanted," Moody said, lowering his voice and handing over several large files. "It would just be very kind of you to say, 'Thank you, Moody. I have always thought you were the greatest boss. Now, I am going to tell you why I wanted this confidential paperwork.'"

"Wouldn't you like that?" Katy teased. "No, I can't tell anyone what's going on. It's too risky. Plus, if the information somehow got leaked to Lily or Alice, who knows what could happen?"

"That hormonal?" Moody asked.

"You have no idea," Katy assured him. "Lily has always had a bit of a temper on her, but poor James. He's like her little scapegoat, I think. Look in his office, he's on the verge of tears."

"An Auror crying?" Moody asked. "We can't have that. Go talk to him and tell him to shape up."

Katy laughed, tucked away the information she had and slipped out of her office.

She found James, napping as well. As she knocked on the door, his head sprang up and he said, "Lily?"

"No," she answered. He let out a breath of relief. "I take it things haven't been so pleasant at home?"

"Not that," James insisted. "She's just been so up and down. One minute she's happy and glowing, the next she's ready to bite my head off. The mood swings are unbearable. I guess Alice is even worst. She's been trying to set up a nursery with Frank, but Frank won't let her near any of the tools. He's afraid that she'll get mad at him and do something she'll regret."

Katy laughed. She wished she could flat out tell James and Lily what she was up to, but it'd be better if they knew nothing of it.

"Have you tried taking her out somewhere romantic?" Katy offered.

"You think that would work?" James asked. She nodded. "I just might do that. I don't have the night off though."

"Sure you do," Katy said. "I believe that just now the hours have shifted for a Miss Katy Jones. Apparently, she'll be working tonight while you'll be wining and dining with your pregnant mood-swinging wife."

"Thanks, Jones," James said, smiling as he ran out the door. "You're the best," he called.

She sighed. Sometimes she wished she wasn't so generous. She barely had time for her own life. Yet, if Lily and James were happy, then so was she.

.X.

"Lily, get dressed," James said as he scooped his rather pregnant wife up and twirled her around.

"What's gotten into you?" Lily asked once she was set back on the ground.

"I got the night off," he informed her. "We're going out on the town."

"What?" she inquired with disbelief. "We never do that."

"I know," he said. "That's why we're going to."

Lily smiled, laughing as James danced around their living room, humming something or another about love.

.X.

"Dancing?" Lily asked as the two of them walked into a large, castle like building that had a huge ballroom with sounds of salsa music protruding from it. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"We've never gone salsa dancing," James exclaimed. "It will be fun."

"If you say so," Lily said cautiously as James led her out onto the dance floor. James smiled as he saw how lovely his wife looked. She had her hair up into a tight knot and her maroon maternity dress was very pretty. It was almost like they were two teenagers courting one another again.

They started dancing, but after about ten minutes, Lily stopped dead in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" James asked, holding her hand. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head, clamped her hand to her mouth, and made a run for the ladies room. Apparently, a seven and a half months pregnant Lily and salsa dancing didn't correspond well.

When she returned, she gave her husband a weak smile. The music had changed to something slow and soothing.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I know you wanted to have fun."

"Come here," he said softly. Before she went into his arms, Lily took off her heels. James took them as he wrapped her into his arms and started slowly dancing with her. He had to face it, now that they were going to have a baby, things just weren't going to be the same.

.X.

"That little stint a two weeks ago was disgraceful," a very manipulative and powerful voice rang throughout a darkened room. "Pettigrew! You were the one who gave that information. You said that they'd be shopping near Diagon Alley! Crucio!"

Peter's knees gave way and pain like he'd never felt before soared throughout his body. His head was ringing with laughter, and he could barely move. Before he blacked out, Voldemort removed the curse.

"T-They were shopping in D-D-Diagon Alley, master," Peter stammered, wiping tears from his pale eyes. "You just killed the wr-wro-wrong women."

"Now, we must make sure this doesn't happen again," Voldemort sneered. "Dumbledore's bound to be on alert, as well as the Ministry. They're most likely going to try and put protection on the house. It's your job to find out how."

Peter nodded and cried, "Yes master."

"If you mess up again, Wormtail, it's your life that will be on the line," Voldemort insisted, the sound of his voice sending chills up Peter's spine.

Peter felt a wand pointed at the back of his temple. Lucius Malfoy nodded at his master and whispered, "Get out of our sight."

.X.

"Now this is more like it," Lily said, smiling joyfully as she and James walked into Honeydukes sweetshop.

"How did I knew we'd end up here?" he teased as she darted towards the Chocolate Frogs.

"I love you," she said as they stood in line for their purchase.

"And I love you," he said nuzzling her nose. Then again, things might just be even better once they had their baby. James knew it would take a lot to burn out their love.

.X.

As Katy stepped into the apartment, a yawn protruded from her mouth. She quickly stifled it and took off her shoes. She had the report from the murder of the two pregnant Muggle women in her briefcase and was going to go through reading it. She had so much work to do, she hardly slept at all anymore.

To her surprise, the kitchen light was on. Remus was normally asleep by this hour, so it was very strange. As she walked in, the sight before her eyes angered and panicked her at the same time.

"What are you doing?" she asked, seeing him reading a file.

"Better question, what are you doing?" he retorted. He held up a file with his picture on it. "Researching, you say. Researching what? My history? Why do you have a file on me? And Sirius? And Peter? And Fawn Daniels? And Cole Jacobs? And Venus Adams? And the rest of the people in this pile that I haven't gone through."

"I can't tell you," she said. "Why were you going through it anyways?"

"I miss you, Katy," he shouted. "I miss you. Is that so hard for you to comprehend?"

"What do you mean you miss me?" she asked. "This is the only night I've worked late in the past two months. I see you everyday."

"I miss the old you," he said, his voice lowering. "The old Katy Jones. The Katy that wouldn't be so distant and work crazy. The Katy that was spontaneous and enjoyed spending time with me. What happened? Why are you resorting to researching people in your spare time?"

"I told you," Katy said exasperated. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" he pleaded. "I thought we could tell each other everything. We used to have trust. We used to be able to talk about work. We used to go do things in our spare time."

"I don't trust you, Remus," she whispered before turning on her heel and going to bed.

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