Author's Note: Please bare with me here. The POV will start to change next chapter, just so you don't get bored. And, no, it doesn't stick with just Lily and James. It's going to bounce between Kathleen, Harry, Snape, Lily, James, Remus, Dumbledore, McGonagall and other characters too, once it gets going. So in a chapter it'll start to take more shape. I SWEAR there's a good plot to this.
Chapter Four – Old Enemies Meet Again
"Snivellus," James hissed from his spot next to Lily.
"James – don't," Lily instructed, moving forward in a business-like manner.
"Hello," she said sweetly, extending her hand to shake with Snape's.
She expected him to look nastily down at her hand and not shake it, but to her surprise he extended his own hand and shook hers with a firm grasp.
James, seeing this, moved to Lily's side, keeping less than an inch between their shoulders.
"Lily and James Potter," Lily said, still looking directly in Snape's eyes. He looked a bit more mature – and – if it was possible – a bit softer in the heart.
"Yes, I guessed," Snape said. He too was still looking Lily in the eye.
"What're you doing, teaching here, Snivellus?" James asked icily, moving still closer to Lily. Snape had to know Lily was his – his possession – not Snape's.
Lily dropped her hand which was still shaking Snape's and moved to sit down in one of the seats opposite Snape's desk. Snape sat in his own seat on the other side, and James sat down quickly next to Lily.
"Long time, no see," Lily said, glancing around the office. It was very full of odd things – slimy things too that she really didn't want to know the name of.
"Yes, I've been busy," Snape said, pulling out a file.
"Doing what?" Lily asked conversationally.
"This and that – mainly travel."
"Oh, sounds interesting."
"Very."
"And what," James asked again, seeing as Snape never answered his question, "are you doing here?"
"Teaching, Potter," Snape said icily. "Teaching."
"I see that your son," Snape continued, opening the file, "has had reasonable marks the past four years with Professor Butcham – the potions master before myself, he retired end of last year," Snape said, answering Lily's unasked question.
"The curriculum?" she asked, glancing down at the papers on Snape's desk.
"Yes," Snape continued, glancing up and seeing James curl his hands into fists and begin to seethe with anger. "It's basically," he said, turning back to the papers, "the exact coursework we had ourselves in our fifth year. Nothing too drastic but nothing too primary. Its going to be simple potions that require much concentration – more complicated potions will be taken up next year – so there should be nothing of new interest that you are unaware of," he finished, disregarding James entirely.
The next twenty or so minutes followed in much the same pattern; Lily and Snape discussed the potions and in what order they were to be taught, how Snape taught and how the exams would be taken. Every question under the sun was asked and answered as James continually tensed in his chair, glowering at Snape and casting glances at Lily every couple minutes.
"And," Lily asked, almost ready to leave – she had all the information she needed, "what do you cover in the first year classes?" she finished, crossing her legs neatly.
"First year?" Snape asked, confused.
"Yes, first year."
"Why first year?"
"Oh, I see you probably didn't get notified. Our daughter – Kathleen – is in first year this year. What are you covering in those classes?" Lily asked, straightening the problem.
"Oh," Snape said, catching on. He obviously didn't know they had a daughter as well. "Well, we'll be covering the very basics…" he said, droning on into a brief summary of the coursework for first year.
Another half hour later and they left. They stopped by Gryffindor common room to say hello to Kathleen and Harry – who was obviously doing something wrong, for he shut up the second he saw his parents – and they disapparated back to their estate.
It was around five o'clock when they returned to their bedroom, ready to shower, eat and crawl into bed. But obviously that wasn't on James's mind. No, nothing dirty either.
"Lily, can I ask you something?" James asked as she changed into her pajamas after eating.
"Sure, honey, what is it?"
"Well… have you – um – have you…?"
"Have I what?"
"Are you – are you having an affair?" he asked, the sadness dropping like a brick in his stomach.
"A what?" she asked, confused.
"An affair. Are – you – having – an – affair?" he asked, growing more certain that she was.
"Why would I be having an affair?" she asked as she pulled back the covers of the bed.
"That's not the point," James said, brushing away her question. "Are – you – having – an – affair?" he asked one more time.
"Why are you asking, James?" Lily asked, walking up to her husband who took a step back from her.
"Because of the way you were talking to Snivellus back there. It seemed like you two were nice and cozy," James said evilly, glaring at his wife.
"Am I having an affair with Snape?" she asked, wondering why he would assume that.
"Have you ever had an affair with him – or anyone else?" James asked, now feeling very sick to his stomach.
"NO!" Lily said – a bit too quickly in James's mind.
"Yes you are," he declared.
"No. I'm. Not!"
"Yes. You. Are."
"James! Why don't you trust me?" she asked, getting very mad.
"Because you're having an affair with Snape!" he bellowed at her.
"You don't trust me, do you?" she asked.
"Quite frankly, no, I don't."
"I am not having an affair with Snape – nor have I ever – or with anyone else for that matter! NOW YOU CAN GET YOUR BIG HEADED ARROGANT SELF OUT OF THIS ROOM," she yelled, now spitting mad, "BEFORE I HEX ANYTHING OFF FOR YOU!"
"You shouldn't be getting mad, Lily," he said, feeling his own temper rising. "I'm not the one cheating."
"GET OUT OF THIS ROOM!" Lily yelled at him.
"I will not," James stated firmly. "I am loyal to you whereas you are not!"
"You can go shove loyalty up your arse, James," Lily hissed, coming closer to him. "I don't know what the bloody hell is your problem, but you had better get it together by tomorrow morning or – you – are – out – of – this – house – entirely," she said, letting the words sink in. "I am not cheating on you nor have I ever, so now that you know that GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM!" she roared, pushing him towards the door.
"You can't tell me to get out of h -" James said, being cut off.
"LIKE HELL I CAN!" she yelled, flicking her wand, conjuring a pillow and blanket and throwing them at him. "YOU CAN SLEEP ON THE BLOODY COUCH TONIGHT!" she screamed, pushing him out the door and slamming it shut, making sure to lock it properly before sliding down the wall, shaking, letting the tears fall down her cheek.
(Author's Note: Aha! I told you! Here it starts changing POVs)
James stood facing his bedroom door, utterly stumped, honestly not knowing what he had done. Well, he knew what he had done, but he didn't know why he did it. How could he possibly assume that Lily was – or ever had – having an affair? She wasn't that kind of person and she was a more than caring and loving wife. So there he went, yelling at her and accusing her of having an affair with Snape – Snape of all people – when she was just being a nice person, talking to him.
Still facing the door, gaping like a fish, James heard the not-so-familiar sniffles coming from the other side. He put his ear to the door to listen as Lily cried, and he knew all too well that she was probably shaking as each tear slid down her cheek. With a depressed sigh James made his way down the stairs and onto the couch. He didn't know how he'd messed it all up so quickly, but he wanted more than anything to fix it.
Lily woke up sometime around one in the morning, tossing and turning, absolutely unable to go to bed. She was wondering – in the back of her head – how she'd managed to not wake up James. But, rolling over in bed she remembered she couldn't possibly wake up James, seeing as he wasn't even there.
She sighed, wondering what she was going to do. But love won over her will to make him suffer. She slid out of bed and walked slowly down the stairs. Quietly, she snuck into the living and over to the couch where James had his eyes wide open, obviously not being able to sleep either.
James glanced at her as he saw her shadow fall over his blanket. Wordlessly he pulled back the blanket and Lily sat down then lied down, snuggling up to James. It was all better and they both knew it. It as unspoken but sure. James wrapped his arms around Lily's waist and they both drifted off to sleep.
"I can't believe you got made prefect too!"
"Yes, I know, I can't believe it either."
"Oh! That means we both get to patrol together!"
"Yes, I know."
"Oh! I'm so happy!"
"That's great."
"I just can't believe it."
"Do you think I'm stupid or something?"
"No! Why?"
"Because you keep saying 'I can't believe it!'"
"Oh! I'm sorry Harry!"
"That's alright!"
"I'm just so happy!"
"Can you do me a favor then?"
"Of course I can!"
"Get off me and quit choking me with hugs. My mum did that enough last week."
"Oh, sorry Harry."
"It's okay Hermione."
"I'm just so -"
"Hermione! Stop it! He's had enough!"
"Fine, Ron, I'll stop."
"C'mon, Ron lets go upstairs. Classes start tomorrow and I need to bang my head against the wall a couple times to numb myself."
"Sure."
"See you Hermione."
"Yeah, see you."
Rambling from your author: Hey guys. This story has multiple POVs and it gets better as it goes. It has a VERY slow beginning but it does get better. Just to tell you what might come of this story, I'm going to give you sneak peak:
-- The Marauders will go out on another adventure with their pal Moony.
-- Snape has a couple opinions on the Potters – and flashbacks of Evans.
-- Harry gets a GF and gets caught – gasp – snogging.
-- Kathleen has a mini problem
-- An old treasure comes back into play
These things will come very shortly, so stay tuned! I hope you enjoy this! Oh, and in case you didn't read my ramblings in the beginning – Peter doesn't really exist in this story. I have a very big grudge against him. Let's pretend he got ran over a bus, shall we? Next update soon to come!
