A/N: Yay! Chapter two! It's kind of short but I hope you like it anyway! R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Hermione would punch Malfoy way more often.
"Potter," she gasped color flooding her face.
"Hey Evans," he said looking a bit out of breath.
"How do you two know each other?" Her dad, Mark Evans, asked suspiciously.
It was not that Mark was suspicious of every boy that tried to talk to his daughter. He was only suspicious of the ones that could make her blush without uttering a single syllable.
"Oh, for goodness sake, Potter, are you going to come inside, or stand out there catching dust?" Lily said, a bit more harshly than she intended.
"Y-yes, of course," he stammered and stepped over the threshold and into the Evans's living room. "Nice place," He commented politely causing Lily to blush madly.
In truth the Evans's small but comfortable home could not hold a candle to wherever James Potter came from. 'Probably a mansion plenty of house-elves to do everything for him,' Lily thought resentfully as she looked around her own living room. It was rather small and adorned with a beat up old couch, a small bookcase with Lily's textbooks lined up neatly along the bottom two shelves and Petunias college books aligned pristinely in color and size order.
On the mantle were a few ballet trophies, alongside numerous academic trophies and more family portraits than anyone cared to count. Across from the fireplace was a long hall leading to the bedrooms and a bathroom, just enough space for the family of four.
"Are these yours?" Potter asked vaguely gesturing at the trophies.
"Mine and Petunia's," Lily clarified before lapsing into another awkward silence.
"How do you guys know each other?" Mark tried again.
"Yeah, you know, same house, same year…" She trailed of hoping her dad would understand without her having to bring up the 'persistently-asking-her-out sitiuation'. He nodded curtly and Lily flashed him a grateful smile.
"Dad could you please give us a moment?" She asked trying to pull and innocent little girl face.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Potter. Lily just gave him a sly half smile and patted the wand in her pocket. Mark smirked and walked away to let the crazy teenagers take care of their own business.
That was how the father and daughter communicated. It was helpful, since nobody could eavesdrop on non-verbal conversations.
"So, why are you here?" She demanded once her dad was out of earshot.
"Way to discourage small talk, Evans." He said, making a futile attempt at a joke. Lily shot him a death glare. Her nerves were stretched to breaking point and she wasn't about to let Potter annoy her even more.
"You know Regulus Black right?" He asked dropping his happy-go-lucky, arrogant, James Potter-like façade.
"Yes, he's Black's brother isn't he?" She asked wondering what he had to do anything else.
"Yeah, that's the one. He's a Death Eater now." He mentally berated himself for bluntness as he saw Lily's rosy cheeks drain of color.
Lily suddenly felt her knees go weak and had to grasp the edge of the couch so hard her knuckles went white. "They're recruiting at a young age," She whispered half to herself.
"Yeah, they are. I'm trying to warn everyone not to do anything reckless or stupid," Potter said to her, as he ran his hand through his hair. Her stomach felt sick with anxiety.
A subconscious part of Lily's dazed brain noted that this situation was not in the least bit normal. James Potter, of all the stupid people in the whole wide world of incredibly stupid people to chose from, James Potter just had to be the one to tell her not to do anything stupid. It was quite unfair. She should be telling James not to do anything stupid.
"Well, I have to go now. I promised mum I'd be back before dark," he said regretfully turning around to go to the door.
"Thanks, Potter," Lily said. War was absolutely no reason to be rude to people who just did something very nice for you.
"No problem, Evans," James replied suppressing a grin at how obviously red Lily's face was.
A/N: Too Short? I think the next chapter will be longer. Please review.
Peace, Love and Harry Potter,
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