Title: The Bodyguard

Previously on chapter 2- James Potter…

He looked around to find everything oddly quiet. No cars or people passed by and all the lights in the house were turned off. But if James had looked more carefully around him, he would have noticed a man with jet-black hair standing in the middle of the park, his fists clenched in anger

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.

(A/N: A lot of people have been asking if James got a twin or not. You'll find out in this chapter.)

Chapter 3-

Lily sighed to herself as she snuggled against the warm blanket, her face in a fluffy pillow.

This feels so nice, she thought absentmindedly, sighing once more. I don't remember buying pillows like these.

She opened her eyes to see that she wasn't in her bedroom at all. Suddenly alerted, Lily sat up, her eyes searching for anything familiar that would tell her she was at home.

This isn't Amanada's house either, thought Lily, trying to ignore the fear creeping on her.

She was sitting on a large bed right beside the wall. There was a small couch on the opposite wall, clothes, books and other objects that Lily wasn't sure of touching, were piled. The room was messy as Lily saw more odd bright objects lying on the ground.

Practically every inch of the walls were covered with posters of Quidditch players, maps of Britain with small round stickers on them, newspaper clippings of attacks from the Daily Prophet and pictures of what Lily guessed were friends and family. She looked closer at a picture of four young boys all drenched in mud and found herself laughing.

I'm at Potter's, she thought, relief washing over her. She remembered how grateful she had been when she saw the real James Potter at her doorstep.

Thirteen year olds James, Sirius, Remus and Peter laughed and waved joyfully at her and she smiled.

"I wonder if they're still close," she thought out loud. Her eyes rested on James, his hazel eyes sparkling while his black hair looked even messier than usual.

"He hasn't changed much," she said, shaking her head as she got up from the bed and walked to the door.

Turning the doorknob, she slowly opened the door. She hesitantly stepped into the corridor, not wanting to make any noise in case James was asleep. Small candles floated around her and she could see more photos of families, friends and posters of Quidditch players all over the walls.

The corridor stopped and a staircase lay in front of her, with a long red carpet with a lion in the middle on top. She walked down, finding James' place to be so much more interesting than her own.

"Um…hello?" said Lily hesitantly as she walked into the living room.

Sitting on a white couch was James reading the newspaper. The second he saw Lily enter inside the living room, he chucked the newspaper aside and greeted her with a warm smile.

"How did you sleep?" he asked calmly.

"Good, thanks. You've got a nice place here," said Lily as she sat down on an armchair.

Neither of them knew what to say next and the awkward silence continued. Lily looked down at her hands, as though scared to look at anything else. James had a slightly furious expression on his face and every now and then he would ruffle his hair or clap his hands.

Thinking that it would be best if Lily said her thanks and went back home, she opened her mouth but James cut her off.

"Lily, something's going on," said James seriously. Lily pretended that she didn't know what he was talking about and forced a confused expression on her face.

"Like what?" she asked. James looked at her dead in the eye, his gaze intense and fierce.

"Something happened in the woods when you were walking home. Am I right?" asked James seeing how pale Lily looked. She clasped her hands tightly, her knuckles white, trying to keep her hands shaking to a minimum.

"Oh that. Nothing happened, I just got scared of a squirrel. It's embarrassing actually," said Lily, forcing a laugh. But her throat was suddenly dry and her laugh came out more as a strangled cough.

"Are you alright, Lily? Do you want some water?" asked James in concern.

That look. He's giving me that look again, thought Lily sadly, remembering how earlier today, James had given her that same concerned face.

"I'm fine," she croaked. But James muttered a spell and a glass of water floated in front of Lily. She took it, inwardly grateful as she gulped the cold water.

"Anyways, there's something I want to ask you. But please don't get mad, I'm not one of those people who always try to nose into other people's business," said James and the red head nodded. James took a big breath before continuing.

"Lily, are you being…threatened?" he asked tentatively.

Whatever Lily was expecting, it certainly wasn't this. The glass in her hand dropped and crashed against the hard wood floor and shattered. Tiny glasses spread all over the ground while the water splashed on Lily's robes. But neither James nor Lily were concerned about that.

She stared at James in shock, not knowing what to say next.

Should I tell the truth? she thought. James stared at Lily as though she was about to chuck something at him in anger and start yelling at him but his expression changed once Lily opened her mouth on the verge of saying something then close it shut.

"You can just nod or shake your head, if you want," suggested James lightly. Lily's emerald green eyes stared wide-eyed at him, tears suddenly threatening to spill.

What's wrong with me? Of course I can't tell him! This is my problem and I'll handle by myself, she thought but deep down Lily knew that she wanted that comfort of telling somebody. I can't get people involved.

"I have to go," she said suddenly as she got up from the armchair, "Sorry about the glass,"

"Wait, Lily," said James as he too got up and slowly walked towards her. Just when Lily was about to snap at him, she stopped, her eyes resting on James' head.

"What happened? It looks like it hurts terribly," she said, pointing at the large purple bruise on James' forehead. He laughed, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, something really weird happened at work today. A few minutes before I was leaving, I went to the men's bathroom. Just when I opened the door, some idiot hit me with a club or something," explained James as he gingerly touched the bruise, wincing as he did so.

"Did you see who did it?" asked Lily.

"No, I passed out on the floor. I don't know how long I was there but I finally woke up. Whoever it was took a chuck of my hair too," he said as he touched the back of his head, frowning. "What kind of idiot just steals someone's hair?" he added.

Lily's eyes widened in horror, as she remembered what happened in the woods, everything replaying in her mind. Realization dawned on her and that fear that she had been suppressing surged through her body.

He knows about James, she thought. I can't be seen with him anymore.

Without another word, Lily bolted towards the front door, not even hearing James' protests that he'll take her back home safely. All she could hear was the furious pace of her heart and her feet hitting the cold pavement as she ran home.

Little did she know that there was a surprise waiting to greet her.

(A/N: And here's chapter 3. I know it's not as exciting as the second chapter but we'll have moreaction in the next one. So do you guy still think that James got an evil twin? Any reviews?)