Sitting On The Baby By HPOD sufferer
Date: Thursday, 14th June, 9:00PM
Rating: K+ (Scary and Supernatural themes may scare young children, includes character death), sexual implications (very minor)
Summary: Sirius bounded into the compartment, making to sink into the seat next to Lily. The seat in which a sleeping baby...well, slept. Eyes popping, James grabbed his friend's wrists, stopping him from sitting. Sirius Black was frozen in a strange, half-sitting, half-standing position. Lily grabbed the baby quickly, and James released his friend. "You know," said Lily " Baby sitting doesn't usually consist of actually sitting on the baby."
A baby has appeared. Where from? Why? Who does the baby belong to? Harry travels to Marauder Era. AS A BABY! Something went seriously wrong on that Halloween night.
Chapter 13: I'll Catch You If You Tumble
If you tumble I'll be waiting below,
I'll catch you, because I can't let you go.
Maybe I love you, maybe I don't,
But if you toss me like rubbish I definitely won't.
But just be there for me and I'll be there too,
Because I'd do anything, anything, for you.
Harry was falling, down, down towards the hard flagstone floor.
Then, as if caught in an updraft, he stopped and his descent was reversed, until he came to a halt five feet in the air. James got to his feet, glowering at Peter. "What you do that for? You could of killed him, he's only an infant!"
Peter stuttered, face turning red, spluttering an apology.
Harry drifted across the room into Oucirus's arms. The man, so hardened in appearance, seemed to soften once Harry was rested gently into his arms. The thin, gaunt face peered down onto the round one, pale eyes meeting emerald green. One long, knobbly finger brushed away a stray lock of hair. Oucirus looked up, startled.
"Forgive me for asking, but why exactly is this boy here at Hogwarts in your care? Dumbledore was most vague on the details."
"Oh, his parents were killed by You-Know-Who and Dumbledore hasn't found him a place to stay," James answered carelessly.
The bony finger traced. "When did he get this scar, do you know?"
"He was bleeding when he arrived," Lily spoke up. "Is it important?"
Oucirus gestured for people to gather around him. People peeked at Harry, jostling each other for a better look. Pointing to the scar, Oucirus said "if I'm not mistaken, which I rarely am, that is a curse scar."
"But how do you know?" Snape sneered, making sure he got a good look at the scar.
Oucirus pointed his wand at the scar. "Like this." Stars erupted from his wand, settling over Harry's body. Most were white, but there was a blue patch around Harry's crotch ("That'll be an enchanted diaper, that should be,").
But on his forehead it was a different matter. A formation of stars, a lightening bolt just like the scar, hovered. the stars shone bright green. Red stars seemed to hover at the edge, as if trying to push the green ones away.
Oucirus's already pale and drawn face lost all colour. With a sweeping gesture he made the stars disappear, standing up. "Class dismissed," he said in a low voice. "Out, now...except you two," as he pointed to Lily and James.
Grumbling the class left, Peter glancing furtively behind him as he shut the door. Oucirus sat down again.
"What happened?" Oucirus asked, just above a whisper. "What happened...to this baby?"
He seemed most agitated. James, not ready to test his wrath answered, "His parents got murdered by Voldemort and somehow he appeared on the train, right into Lily's arms in a red glow. He was bleeding from that-"James pointed to the cut "-but it could have been from anything right? Why was it shining green?"
Oucirus took some calming breaths, looking up. "I've only seen those stars- the green ones- on people who have died...people who have been hit but Avada Kedavra."
James felt very numb. "That's impossible. He-" James touched Harry's chest, which rose and fell, gently, "-can't have survived it. Nobody can, it's a mistake...it has to be."
Oucirus stood. "But that's not all. Those red stars, I've never seen those. They looked a lot like...an ancient magick. Only problem is, nobody these days has any idea how to perform those spells, since we have better and more efficient enchantments these days."
"but...but..." Lily was lost for words. "That's absurd."
Oucirus gave them a look. "Maybe it is. But I'd prefer if you told no-one, not even your closest friends-" he looked meaningfully at James, "-about this. I'm going to..."
What exactly he was going to do was lost on James and Lily, as at that moment, Oucirus jumped back. A trickle of something was running down his trousers, dripping onto the floor. Lily rounded on James. "When did you last change him?" she hissed, eyes narrowing.
"Uh..."James blushed. "I haven't, all day."
Oucirus pushed the baby with a leaking nappy into James's arms. James winced as he felt something warm and wet stain the front of his shirt. "Just...leave..." Oucirus was breathing heavily.
The two scampered out. It was only when they got to the end of the corridor that they slowed to a walk. They looked at each other.
Ten minutes later a first year boy turned down the corridor to see two seventh years (who he was sure were the head boy and girl) falling about each other, clutching their sides and laughing helplessly. He stood there, quite unsure of himself. Then Lily spotted him, tugging at James. Upon seeing the boy's expression, James started to giggle harder, and Lily once again joined him.
The little red haired boy backed away slowly- best not to frighten the freaks, they might attack.
Lily finally got hold of herself, dragging James onwards and into the Great Hall.
Dumbledore spared a glance as they passed the Ravenclaw table, then continued with his conversation with Professor Oucirus, nodding politely every so often.
Lily pulled James into the seat next to her and started to pile treacle tart (they had missed the main course) onto his plate. He turned to her, startled. "How'd you know I like it?"
Lily busied herself with the mud cake. "Oh, you know...weird things you pick up about class mates. Just like you've noticed Snape doesn't wash his hair."
James automatically went into defensive mode. "Well, he doesn't!"
Lily rolled her eyes, finally looking at him. "Yes, but we all know that, thanks to you. Don't you think it's a bit old...not to mention immature?"
James was silent for a moment. "At least I'm not forgetting to have fun."
Lily snorted. "Fun? How does causing misery to another human being classify as fun?" She poked him in the chest. "You always say that you're against cruelty, Voldemort and the dark arts. But you know what, Potter? You're no better than him. You're no better than Snape, or Voldemort. Because you are cruel Potter."
She turned back to her mud cake slice. Suddenly James didn't feel so hungry. How could they go from one moment laughing, to the next fighting?
then she spoke again. "And another thing I don't like is when you do that."
"Do what?"
"That. Going all silent. It never fixes anything Potter, if you don't confront the problem. So tell me, why do you do what you do?"
"Huh?"
She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Boys".
"Hey!" James cried. "Lily, do you like being angry with me? Coz you always are," James tugged at her shoulder, trying to get her to look at him. "I don't get it Lily. I don't get you. I like you..."
"I'm not stupid Potter!"
"-But you never give me a chance. Tomorrow we're supposed to be going to Hogsmeade together, and you've started up a fight with me! You're never pleased with me. What am I doing wrong?"
She glared at him. "Wrong? I've been telling you for years!"
"When was the last time I strung up Snape by his ankle?"
Lily spluttered. Truth was, he hadn't done it for a while now. A long time. "That's-not the point Potter..."
"Aw, come on Lily!" James growled.
People were starting to look curiously at them.
Lily got up, storming from the Hall. Not caring how he was going to be teased later on, James followed her- leaving Harry in Sirius arms as he passed his friend, catching up to her halfway up the marble steps. "Just tell me Lily!"
She struggled, then feel limp. "Ok." she looked at him- there was quite a height difference between them, so she had to angle her head. "I'll tell you why I never went out with you. Barring you being an arrogant git, which you still are and I can't stand."
James hide the hurt of those words deep inside of himself.
"Because I couldn't go out with you Potter."
"Excuse me?"
Lily looked down. James did not release her arm. "Because...well, ever since you got...interested in me, everyone started saying it was inevitable that I would fall for you. Like every other girl. I don't want to be like everyone else Potter. And if achieving that meant resisting you...it was almost too easy."
James put his other hand on Lily's other arm. "Lily...gosh. I thought you were beyond that, caring what other people think. You don't let them affect you."
"I'm not untouchable Potter. Now let me go!" Lily tore herself from James's grasp- and he lost balance. For a second he teetered on the marble step, Lily watching with wide green eyes, and then he was falling, backwards, and down the hard steps, tumbling down two flights until he came to a rolling stop in the Entrance Hall. Lily ran down the stairs, kneeling beside him and apologising profusely. She helped him up, and he stood, rubbing his bottom.
"I'm so, so, so, so, soooo sorry," Lily said.
She was more concerned about James than he was. He gave her a slightly pained smile. "I'm fine Lily, really. Just promise not to do that when we get married."
He disappeared up the marble steps, leaving Lily to chase after him, growling in anger and spluttering with indignation. James ducked into a hidden passage way, and Lily followed.
"Err, I don't think this is the way."
James halted, smacking his head. "Oops, forgot you were here."
"Forgot I was here!" Lily shrieked.
"Well, not you, exactly, just the fact I wasn't supposed to go in here with you in tow. I could never forget you."
"You're incorrigible Potter, you really are!" Lily steamed, glancing around the dark passageway. "Where are we?"
"Right where I want you," James said seriously, but Lily could seehim smiling at her as he turned to face her.
He was getting closer to her.
Much to close.
"Just tell me where I am. I can't stand not knowing!"
"You're too uptight Lily," James said.
He was almost touching her.
She stepped back. And her back hit a wall, and she gave a small "oof." Then she realised... the passageway had closed. She was trapped. With Potter. In the semi darkness.
What else could she do? She closed her eyes and started to scream.
It was caught short by something warm pressed up against her lips, in fact, all of her.
With a gulp she realised that not only was James Potter kissing her, was that she was kissing him.
"Yes!" came a voice, and the pair sprung apart. The flash of the bulb died, but Lily could still see a gleeful Sirius Black holding in one arm little Harry... and in the other, a smoking camera. "You forgot this." He handed Harry to James, then disappeared though a door which was pretending to be a wall.
Lily followed Sirius, but just as she was about to leave, she turned back to the shell-shocked James. "Don't forget, We're going to Hogsmeade at ten."
This time, it was James who was left behind, gaping like a fish at the place where Lily Evans had stood.
A/n: Hey peeps! I'm in Scotland (on the Isle of Skye) at the moment, and can I say to any Scottish people: Your weather is SO wet! It has not stopped raining! It's spring or summer, and I'm wearing my jacket. Queer.
Enough about the weather... the date...I'm so excited! I've nothing better to do but write it!
What did you think of their first kissing scene?(The table one doesn't count) I couldn't help adding the camera...