Chapter Six

DC: I don't own Harry Potter

Two weeks later, and everything was still the same. It was getting hotter and they were slowly trying to find things that made them cool. And to keep Lily from getting into trouble, they had to keep her busy from when she woke up in the morning, till she went to sleep at night.

And every time they'd cross paths with Madame Pomfrey she'd remind them to bring Lily in for her potions. They'd tell her they would, but somehow it slipped their minds. Lily seemed in good health. That just made them think she wouldn't need the potions.

But they were wrong. It happened on the late night of July 1st.

Everyone was peacefully sleeping, except for Lily. She woke up with an itchy arm and she was extremely hot. Soon the itch spread to her chest, and by the time she climbed out of her bed, and into James's, the itch had spread down her body. She was feeling kind of feverish.

She couldn't see very well. She couldn't tell if James was awake or not, and didn't want to wake James up. So she scrambled onto his bed and curled up next to him.

James just happened to take off his shirt that night, I mean it was unbearably hot, and Lily's itchy skin was exposed to his bare skin.

By morning James was feeling feverish, and itchy. He didn't even notice Lily was in his bed. He got out of bed, grabbed his glasses but didn't put them on, and made his way into the bathroom.

The torchlight flickered on. James groggily looked into the mirror as he itched his face. It took him a second to realize that he had red bumps and blotches all over his face. He slowly stopped itching, and put his glasses on. He blinked a few times, before rushing out of the bathroom.

Lily was crying on James's bed, and Sirius and Remus were surrounding it.

"James!" Remus said turning around. "Lily caught…the…chicken…"

He didn't even finish his sentenced. He elbowed Sirius, and pointed to James. Sirius almost laughed. Sirius pointed a finger, and tried to find a word, but could only say, "You!"

James was itching all over. "Why?"

Remus wondered why they weren't making any sense with their sentences.

"Oh no…" Lily said, hopping out of James's bed. "We caught the Hen Hocks…"

"It's the chicken pox." Sirius corrected. "Not Hen Hocks."

"But you told me it was the Hen Hocks!" Lily cried. Her arm was bleeding from all the scratching. Remus came over, and picked her up. He was getting ready to go to the Hospital Wing. "NO! You'll catch it too!" She cried.

"Don't worry Lily." Remus said. "I've already had the Hen—Chicken Pox. I can't catch it again… Well there is a lesser chance of catching it. As for you, Prongs. You've never had the Chicken Pox?"

James shook his head. It was getting unbearable trying not to itch. "Can't we just go see Madame Pomfrey?"

"We should." Sirius said. "But can I get a picture? It would add to my collection of unforgettable things!"

"No!" James yelled. "I'm leaving! Give me Lily. I'll take her there. Remus wash your hands, just in case, and Sirius, stop with the scary stories!"

James took Lily, and together they left to go to the Hospital Wing. Remus washed his hands, and they changed. They would have some news for breakfast this morning.

--------

"What did I tell you?" Madame Pomfrey said, as she set up two beds for them. "Lily needed her potions, and you kept waving them off! Now look at you! With Chicken Pox!"

James climbed into bed, as did Lily. Madame Pomfrey treated her first, and gave the both of them medicine to put on their skin to keep them from itching.

"Now plenty of rest, and give it three days. The spots should be gone, and you won't be able to give it to anyone else." She said. "I doubt anyone else hasn't had it."

She went into her office, leaving the two alone. "This is the second time I've been in the Doc's office!" Lily said happily.

"That's not a good thing." James said. Lily shook her head.

"It is! It means that you're going to get better no matter what!"

Lily was given something to draw on, but James was forced to feel the guilt of not bringing Lily to Madame Pomfrey sooner. He wasn't given anything to do, and no one was allowed to visit him. He lay in his bed, and wondered what he was allowed to do for the next three days.

--------

On Day One of the Hen Hocks, which was the next day, Lily terrorized James with questions. Well not all day, but a lot of it. Here is one part of the day:

"Daddy, where is mommy?"

"You don't have one."

"Did…she…croak?"

James stared down at Lily, who was sitting on his bed for the moment. She had those wondrous big green eyes, and they were full of questions. James knew it was wrong saying she didn't have a mother, so he decided to make one up just for her.

"Well…that's not the right term for it, but yes she did…er…pass away."

"What did she look like? What was her name? Was she your sister? Did she have red hair, and blue eyes like me?"

James wondered where she came up for these questions. "Um…She looked like you, but you have green eyes…er…her name was," He had to think fast. So he said the first name that came out of his head. "Minerva…er…Evans. She was not my sister…"

"Minerva?" Lily said excitedly. "I have green eyes?"

"Yes." James answered.

"Oh…How is Uncle Siri related to you? And Uncle Ruby and Remie? Are they your sons?"

"Lily. If they were my sons they'd be your brothers. They are my…brothers."

"Oh!" Lily said with a big smile. "I get it! Auntie Minnie died, and since she died Ruby became your brother, and Remie and Siri died, so they came back and are now your brothers."

James stared at her weirdly. "What happened? Who died?" But Lily was off on her own in her own world. First of all 'Minerva' was dead, and no one at the school was related to him in real life. But he left it at that. Lily would learn, when she grew back up, that there were no such people. Well they were her family, but only for the moment.

"So if Auntie Minnie's name is Minerva…is she related to Grandma? I hear Grandpa call Grandma Minerva before…was mum the same person? Oh my! Grandma is my mum!"

James lie back on his bed, and put a pillow to his face. He was trying to recollect himself. It hurt inside, because he couldn't just laugh. He had to hold it in. If only Sirius could have heard what she just said. But Madame Pomfrey wouldn't allow any visitors, just in case, wise.

"And when I die, I become the warrior of spirits, and--"

"Whoa Lily!" James said, sitting up and throwing the pillow down. "Wait just a second. What's this about warriors?"

"I don't know, Daddy." Lily said. She hopped off his bed, and went back to her own. "I'm going to take a nap."

James nodded, and watched as she fell asleep. This little conversation would be a great one to remember for the rest of his life… Minerva McGonagall being her mother and Albus Dumbledore being his father. Hopefully Professor McGonagall won't hear that one.

--------

On Hen Hocks Day Two, James and Lily painted. Finger painting was actually fun. James hadn't done it in a long time, and was a little rough on the edges, but Lily was the master of finger painting. She actually drew a family tree. Their family tree to be exact.

"See? Here is Grandpa and Grandma!" She said pointed to the picture. Dumbledore was a little stick figure with a big blue glob on his head. James guessed that was his hat. McGonagall was a stick figure with red hair and green eyes. James felt like laughing, but held it in. "Oh and here is you…hmmm…yeah! You're my daddy, so you had me with Grandmum!"

James thought this disturbing. This meant, to Lily, Albus Dumbledore is James's dad and Minerva McGonagall was his mum. He did something with his mum, and they had…Lily? Plus somehow Professor McGonagall was his sister, because to Lily, she was an Aunt too!

"Yep! There you go!" James was a stick figure with messy painted on hair, and thin glasses. "Next to you are your brothers… Here is Remie!" Remus was a sick figure with long brown hair. Remus didn't have long brown hair, but it made sense with Lily…somehow. "And Big Uncle Ruby…" Hagrid was a rounded stick figure with a brown beard. "And Siri! He's the youngest right?" Sirius was a tall stick figure with long, long, black hair. She even drew a smirk on his face.

"And you and Grandma had me…" She drew two lines coming from McGonagall and James. At the end of he two lines she drew a smaller stick figure with red hair, and green eyes. "So…here is our family! What's our name?"

"Well since Grandpa is the leader…kind of…it'll be the Dumbledore family."

Lily smiled, and dipped her hand in the blue paint. She then started to write out the Dumbledore family. James almost thought she was going to write it, but it came out to be the squiggly cursive 'e' s. She then wrote everyone else's name in cursive es too, right next to their picture.

"Er… Let me write it."

James dipped his finger in the paint and wrote the Dumbledore family, and everyone else's names. "There."

Lily smiled, and put the picture away from the paints. James had the sudden itch on his face. He itched his hen-hocked face, forgetting momentarily about the paint on his fingers, and got blue paint on his cheek. Lily giggled, and pointed. James sighed, got up, and headed towards the bathroom. Lily looked down.

The red paint looked tempting. She picked it up, and threw it. Paint spread across the room, and hit James on the back, leaving a red streak, in the process.

James turned around. When did Lily get the sudden idea to throw finger paint? She was looking at the green paint. She was tempted now.

"Lily…" James warned, but she giggled, and dipped both her hands in it. She then slapped the painted hands on her face, and smeared it around.

"This is fun!"

And before James knew it, he was in a war with finger paints. The white bed sheets were now colored over, and everything from the walls to the floor was painted over with paint.

Madame Pomfrey walked into the Hospital Wing, and almost slipped on it. She looked directly at Lily. She had smeared green paint on her face, along with her chicken pox bumps, with all sorts of colors on her body. Same with James, only he had a line of red paint going across his back.

Lily dropped the paint, and smiled innocently. James waved. Madame Pomfrey crossed her arms and glared.

"Potter you will clean up this mess. No wand. Miss Evans come with me. You get a bath first."

Lily obediently followed Madame Pomfrey. James stuck his tongue out. Lily smiled and stuck her tongue out in turn.

-----

BB/N: Dis is da girl who did it last time, peeps. She's back! Dis is de end, friends... Peace be out Dawgs and Princes and Peeps. Dis is de end. -Bob Bennit

Lala Rue here, and I still is confused. Yeah...

I'm wondering does anyone know a group called "Harry and the Potters"? They are absolutely hilarious! I have three of their songs!

They are:

Save Ginny Weasley
Wizard Chess
The Godfather Part II

Don't know what happened to Part I, but if you'd like them email me!

Yeah they have two CD's out, and you can get them somewhere. Not sure where...

Well have a good day, and I'll update soon if I can get some reviews!

Love, Lala Rue!