LILY EQUALS LIFE

By: n33n

Okay, a new approach to the whole Lily && James madness. James is arrogant and charming as ever…Sirius hot, yet maddening at the same time…Remus, quiet and thoughtful…Peter—that worm, and Lily? Oh, Lily's still feisty and kicking. Kicking James in the OUCHES.

Chapter Four

LILY EQUALS LIFE.

The words gleamed against the pale yellow parchment.

James frowned, sitting back. That did seem a bit drastic. The meaning behind the words, he meant.

For the longest time ever, he had always thought that Quidditch, the best (and only) wizarding sport, was his one true love.

However, ever since he met the lovely Ms. Evans, his priorities changed immediately. He felt the odd absence of a vital organ every time Lily Evans was not present in class (which wasn't very often, thankfully for him).

Honestly, you say, how would James Potter know if he didn't have an organ inside him?

Well, there was that one time Lily magicked away his liver for ten agonizing seconds. Oooh, the burn.

But, that is beside the point.

The point being?

James Henry Potter was about to start a log.

Nooo, not the wood stuff that Sirius dances around singing Kumbaya.

The writing log. (Insert audible, in-disbelief gasp here).

Which is exactly what Sirius did when he happened to stumble upon this miraculous event.

"So," Sirius yawned widely, "what're you up to, Prongs?"

"Writing," was James's casual response.

"Ah, I see." Sirius stretched and yawned again. "Wait. You're doing homework this early in the morn?" Sirius cocked an eyebrow up.

"Nah," James answered, bent over in writing. "It's not school work."

"Oh," Sirius breathed out a loud sigh of relief.

"Yep."

"Hang on a minute." Sirius frowned, trying to process this information before he had his sugar for the day. Which was insanely hard, by the way. "You mean you're writing? On your own free will? Now, I know that I didn't blackmail you to write. Writing is the evil transgression of all living things! It's just plain mean. Now, it's okay, Prongsie dearest, just tell me who's been bullying you around like this. I'll sock the bloody git for you," Sirius said calmly while trying to wrestle away the offending notebook James was still busy scrawling in.

James whacked Sirius's wrist and scowled. "No one's threatening to kill me or anything, Padfoot. Honestly."

Sirius squatted down to James's eye level. He looked into James's eyes solemnly and said, "James, I have a confession to make."

James's head popped up. Having a weird feeling this was something close to 'coming-out-of-the-cupboard', James edged a bit away from Sirius. "Erm, yes, Sirius?"

Sirius looked like he was ready to bawl. "The truth is, well…I—oh, it's just so hard to put into words. I know that—oh, I've just been a horrible friend!"

James looked confused. "Er—you have?"

Sirius nodded. "Yeah. I don't know if you'll ever forgive me for this, but—I stole that February issue of Quidditch Monthly. It was the one with the ad for the new broomstick model too." Sirius's eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"Oooh, so that's where it went," James frowned at this news. "Well, it's okay, as long as I get it back."

Sirius looked ashamed. "Well, that's the problem…I actually let Wormtail eat it."

"You what?" James cried out in unsubtle outrage.

Sirius sat down on the floor with a soft 'plop' and nodded grimly. "Peter was getting hungry, and it was that one time where you told us not to go anywhere near the kitchens 'cause we set Dungbombs down there, and…yeah."

James sighed. "It's fine, Padfoot. Just don't do it again."

Sirius cringed. "Well, about your April issue…"

James raised an eyebrow and glared. "Yeah?"

"Just joking," Sirius said weakly. Then, "So, now, we don't have any secrets between us. You can tell me who's blackmailing you around like that. Nobody messes with a Marauder like that. I swear I won't tell them that you told me."

James rolled his eyes. "Padfoot, for the last bloody time, I am not getting walked over at all. I'm doing this completely voluntarily, however miraculous that may seem, and yes, this is for Lily Evans."

Sirius looked flabbergasted. "Do what?"

"Never mind the last part," James said quickly. Too quickly.

"So." A smirk grew on Sirius's face. "For Evans, eh?"

James shrugged, trying hard to look indifferent. "Yeah."

"Aww," Sirius cooed as he affectionately ruffled James's hair, "how adowable, wittle Jamesie all serious (at this word, he let out a loud chortle) about his wittle cwush."

"Shut it, Paddy," James growled unhappily.

"Why are you doing this anyways?" Sirius asked, looking confused as he thought it through.

"Oh, it's just a little thing to tell me how far the relationship with Evans is going. You know, improvements and progresses," James said, a smug smile on his face. "Brilliant, I know."

"So." Sirius said conversationally, eyeing the pink-colored notebook curiously. "What do you have so far?"

James showed him the first page.

"November 8th: Hullo there, Pink. From now on, I'm going to start informing you of Ms. Lily Marie Evan's and my interactions. It is a rather extreme measure, but I have an unconscious feeling that I must adhere to this. Was that above sentence dashingly intelligent or what? Anyway, about yesterday's interactions…

Interaction I: Pranked LME's hair a nice shade of forest green. Lovely, in my opinion. Matches her exquisite eyes. Ooh, two 'e' words in a row! Said person screamed at me. Ran away, dodging her spells. I have maddening Quidditch skills.

Interaction II: Said topic ouched me. Rather horrid experience at the time; however, I did exchange a few words about this painful incident with her. Her soft, angelic voice makes it all worth it in the end. Must go gouge eyes out, for that was unbelievably sappy of me to write that. …but it's true, I suppose…

Interaction III: LME came to Common Room. I, looking very charming indeed, thanks for asking, sat in my favorite blue squishy armchair. I think I offended her. Must check up on that. LME then hexed me, stuffed a Transfiguration book in my mouth, shot me a furious glare, and left me to die. How utterly attractive of her. She's hot when she gets that angry look at me. Which is often. Lucky me.

That is it for now, Pink. Not too bad, eh? Three incidents in one day. I must say, I was feeling rather good yesterday. It was a pleasant experience overall."

Sirius snorted after reading this. "Pleasant, Prongs? Pleasant? Oh, really? I recall you screaming like a banshee when you walked in the Common Room after dear Evans kneed you so hard."

James frowned. "In retrospect, it was a bit painful, but I'm glad it happened. It seems to have brought Evans and me closer together, onto another level, don't you think?"

Sirius shot James an incredulous look. "Are you kidding? The girl despises, loathes, detests—abominates you!"

"I can tell Evans's and my relationship is getting somewhere. It's developing rather healthily." James continued, nodding to himself at times, apparently not listening to anything Sirius was saying.

Sirius shook his head and started to twiddle his thumbs, his newfound ability.

"Ohh, wicked. I think I'm going to make them learn how to salsa," Sirius said thoughtfully to himself as he set his thumbs to the steps of the salsa.

James, on the other hand, had gone back to his notebook, Pink.

Author's Note:

Sorry, I'm running low on brain cells right now…I had to do waay too much school work. Isn't there some law that makes it so that it's illegal to give homework on weekends? I mean, siriusly.

Reviews? Suggestions welcomed as well. Thanks!

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