Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show so please don't sue.
A/N: ShoesDoNotExist: well, here's the next chapter as requested! Enjoy!
Theo Darkstar: James and Sirius' Mum is at a conference with Ted Tonks on splinching or something similar.
Sumerlovin9191: Well, just for you I've added a bit of Sirius, originally you weren't going to see him to the next chapter, but since you were so polite in asking here he, briefly, is!
The sunlight hit his eyelids causing him to stir. Groaning as the pain from every muscle, cut and bruise hit him all at once.
'Here,' Lily's voice reached his ears as the world slid into focus as she put his glasses onto his nose. A hand helped him sit up before a number of tablets were slid into his mouth and some water was given to help them slide down his throat. He was helped back down onto the soft surface as the pain killers began their work. Looking around him, he realised he was in bed, dressed in nothing but his boxers, in his livingroom with the girl he'd liked for the past 6 years.
'Lily?' He croaked, before clearing his throat.
'Yes.' Was the response as she came back into view, helping him to sit up again. He clutched the bedcovers up over his chest in an attempt to stay decent.
'How did I get here? And like this? And why are you still here?' He rushed out all the questions that hit him. Lily smiled as she sat on the end of the bed, handing him a bowl of cereal that she'd found in the house.
Going up the winding stairs and finally reaching the third floor, she looked around in despair at all the different rooms that lead of the corridor. The walls were a soft beige colour with many portraits hanging up, each depicting different Potter men and women from all times, including one of James, Sirius and a woman she guessed was his mother, guess Sirius really is a part of the family she thought to herself before reminding herself of the daunting task. Second room to the left James words rung in her head as made her way along the corridor.
This was crazy she realised, if you had told her the day before she'd be helping Potter return home and be walking around his house while he slept downstairs, she'd have escorted the to St Mungo's herself! Reaching the door, she cautiously opened it before flinging it the rest of the way open, the room was obviously his; and in far worse condition than James had mentioned. There were pieces of clothing everywhere, a mixture of both the clean and dirty made obvious by the mud that coated some pieces. She guessed they were from Quidditch practice but as the original colour was almost impossible to determine as well as if there were any writing on them, it was hard to tell now. Books and magazines were also littered in between the clothing piles while scraps of paper and chess pieces were carefully hidden on the floor, waiting in hiding for you to tread on them.
The double bed, which coincidently was the same colour red as the walls, was across the room from her, along with a desk, that much to her shock was actually tidy. Piles of homework that was done on one pile while one piece was waiting on the left- to- do heap. The quills were all stored in a container while a number of pictures of her, the Marauders and she guessed his family lined the desk. His Hogwarts trunk remained open at the foot of hid bed, his prized broomstick resting against the wall as the bristles remained in the trunk while his school robes barely managed to stay inside the trunk, half dangling off the rim of the trunk.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly and cautiously made her way across the room, and much to her relief managed not to trip over or step on anything but the carpet. Taking her wand, she shrunk the bed and slipped it in her pocket before following the same path she'd taken in, out of the room.
Climbing down the flights of stairs, she felt slightly disorientated as she tried to remember all the different corridors she'd taken to find the staircase. The house reminded her of all the stately homes her mother had dragged her to when she was a child, the overly posh rooms that left you feeling uncomfortable and as though they were only for show and not for living in, while the winding twisting corridors left you puzzled on where you had and hadn't been.
Finally recognising where she was, she stepped back into the living room and smiled slightly as she saw how peaceful the teen was asleep on the sofa, completely different from the Marauder most people got to see when he was awake; he seemed so innocent, a label very few people would ever apply to this boy, she thought after, trying to keep the smile that threatened from her lips.
Taking the bed from her pocket, she resized it before levitating the messy haired teen onto it, charming the bed covers back so he could slip under. Then, using a charm she'd picked up in her studies, she vanished all but his boxers, making them appear next to his crutch that lay uselessly on the floor before finally removing his glasses by hand and placing them on top of the small pile she'd made.
From her pockets once more, she couldn't have been gladder that she'd charmed her jean pockest to be bigger on the inside than the outside; she removed all the bike parts they had picked up as well as the shrunken bike itself. It had most certainly seen better days she told herself as she resized everything, if she was going to sleep later, it would certainly be too uncomfortable to do with all of that on her pockets.
Satisfied with her work, she pulled out some floo powder she'd taken with her and fire called her mum to let her know all that had happened. After doing so, she transfigured the sofa so it would be a lot more comfortable and finally fell asleep; their small adventure had left her exhausted.
'Well, you fell asleep on the sofa,' she recounted deciding to keep things simple, 'so I simply put you in bed and did a charm to remove your clothes, they're over there, no I did not strip you myself.' James blushed at Lily's teasing, looking down at his blankets, not being able to meet her eyes. 'And if you think I'm leaving you alone like this then you have another thing coming Potter.' Lily turned serious at the end, 'and don't even think of using the your-mother-is-missing you excuse as mine has already told me not to even think about coming home til your parents arrive, and she'd prefer it if you came back to my house so she can keep an eye on you.' The words on his lips died before a smile replaced them.
'Thank you.' Was all he could say. Smiling as she did, she charmed his clothes clean and put them on him (Magically of course!). He groaned once more as his stiffened limbs unfolded as he stood up, grabbing hold of the walking stick to steady him as his knee threatened to give out once again. 'Where did you put the bike and parts?'
'They're over there.' She pointed over to the other side of the large room where the bike stood, propped up on its stand, the parts scattered all around it. James nodded distractedly, assessing the damage he'd caused. It didn't look good with the front wheel buckled and other parts damaged.
'Could you summon my wand for me?' He asked as he limped over to the machine. Silently she did so, handing him over the wand as he sat in front down besides it, Lily doing the same beside him.
'What are you planning to do?' She asked; worried about how he was going to get up again; if he was going to strain all his injuries even more.
'I've got to fix the bike.' He replied, still not really paying attention as he used his wand to straighten out the wheel at the front.
'Oh no you aren't, you're going straight to bed to rest. You're injured!' Evans protested, putting a hand on his wand in an attempt to stop him.
'Look Evans, I messed up and I've ruined the most precious thing to Sirius, his bike. I've got to fix it before he comes back, I could never forgive myself if I didn't.' James looked at her pleadingly; the pain of what he'd done evident in his eyes.
'I'm sure Sirius will understand, it was an accident, the other driver wasn't looking when he pulled over. It wasn't your fault.' Lily protested, equally as forcefully, looking into his eyes, she sighed. 'Your not going to give this up, are you?' He shook his head slowly so as not to cause more pain in his already aching neck and body. Although the pain medication had helped immensely, there was still a dull ache that throbbed through his battered body. 'What can I do to help?' He looked at her shocked.
'You want to help?' She nodded firmly, picking up a piece.
'If I'm helping, then I can keep an eye on you better,' she paused in thought as she decided to put down the deciding factor which would convince him, 'besides, you've always wanted to date me, so think of this as a chance to let us get to know one another, without all the arrogance and hexing. Besides, I used to help my dad out when I was younger when he was fixing up his cars. Used to be a mechanic til he…well, let's get on with it.' She cut herself off as thoughts of her father threatened to surface.
'Yeah, know what it's like to loose your father,' James commented as he looked into her eyes, there was no joking in them as he told her this before sensing this was a bad topic to start off on. 'So, can you pass the new wheel over?' Lily's face at this could almost have been comical if she wasn't so serious.
'You are not lifting anything! Your right arm is broken and the same wrist is sprained and you have broken ribs! There is no way on earth I'm going to let you even TRY to lift anything. Let me lift and you seal it in place with magic.' She relented slightly. James smiled and began directing her; maybe, just maybe she'd see him in a different light by the end of this.
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'I think I'm beginning to see why Ted was so keen to go to this convention,' Sirius muttered to himself as he threw himself casually onto the sofa. Helping Andromeda look after 5 year old daughter was a lot more difficult than it sounded, the kid never ran out of energy, not to mention hair colours. He'd been up since 6 that morning, a feat he never thought would have been possible had Nymphadora not woken him up, before being roped into playing with her dolls and then a three hour game of hide and seek! That one he was never falling for again, trying to find a kid who could literally blend into any colour made the game a lot more challenging!
Just another two days until he could go home to James' house. He could eat Mrs Potters cooking since she was coming home then as well, see James and ride his bike; oh how he couldn't wait to ride it again, the feel of the wind in his shoulder length hair, the power of the engine and the speed of the metal bike he mused before being roughly jerked out of his dreams by his cousin as she dragged him off the sofa to play with her stuffed animals in a tea party. Just another two days he groaned mentally, there was no way in hell anyone was ever going to find out about this humiliation! Ever!