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Disclaimer: You know the score by now. What you recognize from the Harry Potter books is J. K. Rowling's what you don't is mine.
The ride back was almost silent except from James whispering things like 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' or 'amazing' as he kissed her neck and shoulders softly and Lily's only half-unwilling sighs as he did so.
As Bales had ran from their previous shouting match, Lily had to ride with James on Arabia. She was in front and James's strong arms held her and the reins tightly as they both rode upon Arabia's back.
By the time that they arrived back at the stables there was already a carriage waiting to pick Lily up. With the help of James she got off Arabia.
"Looks like Bales beat us back," Lily said nodding her head in the direction of the white horse.
"Lily…I'm sorry about today. I just…"
"Didn't think that I had a brain?" Lily asked, smiling.
James smiled back and together they walked towards the carriage. They turned to each other.
"Well, I shall see you tonight Miss Harvard-Edna."
"Yes. Good evening, Prince James."
With that James kissed both of her cheeks and helped her into the carriage. The footmen looked stunned as the prince did their job for Lily.
As the carriage pulled away, Lily looked back to see James back on Arabia. The horse reared up on it's hind legs and he waved, before they both galloped back into the wood.
Now, Lily thought, I wonder what Mrs. Kelly has in store for tonight.
Deep in the heart of the woods, two men began a meeting. One was sniveling on the floor and the other pacing dramatically. The floor-bound man was sobbing. The other was and intimidating person named Sir Riddle.
"Thirty days. I gave you thirty days, Pettigrew," began Riddle in a threatening voice.
"I know my lord, but…"
"Silence, you sniveling toad! Thirty days to repay your debt, thirty days to prove yourself, thirty days for new order to come and you destroyed it all," Sir Riddle barked, "my careful planning has gone to waste."
Silence followed for a short while.
"I am angry, Lord Pettigrew."
"Forgive me my lord, I'm so very sorry…"
"SORRY!? You think, for one moment that sorry would be enough to cover up all the mistakes you made! Sorry just doesn't't come into it man!"
Both men were breathing heavily, but Pettigrew didn't say anything else to persuade Riddle to forgive him. Instead, the foolish young man promised that he would do better on his next assignment.
"Keep on with this work, Peter the sneak." Spat Sir Riddle as Pettigrew began to raise himself from the floor. "And your next assignment will end with death."
Riddle strode across the floor and backed out of the clearing. He grabbed the reins of his stallion.
Turning so that Peter Pettigrew could see his face, Riddle snarled; "Get your best hunters. Don't let on to anyone who may stop you. Find Prince James. Take him hunting and make sure he doesn't come back."
With that, Sir Riddle left the woods, leaving a shaking Peter inside in the darkness. Little did Riddle know that a young Duke named Sirius Black had watched the whole thing.