Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the magical being behind Harry Potter, not me. sorry guys.
SIRIUS P.O.V. (just for a little while, since you all asked)
Leaning on Peter was doing no good. It's not like he was the same height as me, not even close. This was getting ridiculous. I was basically dragging my own arse to the dormitory. Blood was spreading everywhere.
"Look, Pete, let's just get the map quickly and go down to the Hospital Room. Poppy won't ask questions, she never does." I said, trying to be reasonable and not sounding too demanding, cause I know Peter is trying to help.
"I can fix you Sirius! I have all the potions!" Peter says, way too eager to please me, like always. Sometimes I don't know why we invited him into our group, but then there were other times that I remembered that he could be a really cool guy.
"Nah Pete, this is better. 'specially since it's real bad this time. I'm struggling to even talk right now, let alone walk." he nods, finally convinced and we turn around after he grabs the map. Checking to make sure the coast is clear, we pass the Fat Lady who screams after us, "What was the point in waking me up!"
Oh well, she always forgives me. We make our way down through the secret passageways, only avoiding Mrs. Norris on the fourth floor easily by slipping into the passageway behind the Great Lake portrait.
I stumbled into the Hospital Room and Peter left me on a bed to go and wake Madame Pompfrey. She walked quickly into the room, putting a robe on.
"Mr. Black! What have you done to yourself?" she said, shocked. Too tired to respond, I just laid back on the bed. Looking at my watch, I saw that Poppy wouldn't need to go and retrieve Remus for a couple more hours.
Madame Pompfrey rummaged around in a cabinet after checking out all my injuries, noting the worst was my left side and ankle, which appeared broken, or at least the tendons ripped. Stupid werewolf claws.
She fixed my face first, so it wouldn't scar over, and then moved on to my left side, where she did her magic with potions and a few spells, making me feel ten times better. The dry blood however, was completely ruining my hair. After fixing my ankle quickly she went back into the cabinet and gave me a small potion.
"It'll help you sleep." she said in response to my questioning look.
"Ah Poppy, you always know what pleases me." I say to her with a wink, which results in her blushing slightly and turning away. Always so easy to turn on the charm.
I downed the potion quickly, which tasted like syrup. The last thing I thought as I drifted off to sleep was wondering if she'd let me go down for breakfast soon, because I was starving.
LILY P.O.V.
I couldn't let him no how much he had just scared me. When he had walked in to the common room and tripped, I was going to scold him for being out so late. Never had it crossed my mind that he would be covered in blood, about to pass out from blood-loss. He had scared me greatly, and it was this that made me realize how I truly felt about him. No longer was it some school girl crush. The way I felt about him was past this now. I thought he had been dying, which was a slight hyperbole yes, but in that situation, I didn't know anything. All I saw was blood, everywhere, around James, the man that I lo… I didn't even know what to think.
Was this what love was? Being so scared and worried at the slightest distress of your partner? Not having any care for yourself, but having them dominate your thoughts? Having their safety be the first thing to cross your mind? Seeing them hurt, feeling the immense pain so intensely cross your heart, worried that you might lose them. Falling asleep thinking only about him, and hoping against hopes that he's thinking of you too.
Having never experienced love, or anything even close, I didn't know, but this aching in my chest must mean something. And nothing could replace the surge of protection and fear when I saw James enter the common room. I knew I had to tell him eventually, but first I needed to hear his side of the story. Before I killed him…
And with that last thought, I drifted to sleep in James arms.
I woke up with a jolt, sitting up in bed. I had just had the most vivid dream. It had been about the little boy, like the one in my thoughts before the dance. He had been crying and my heart had reached out to him. I was completely out of breath. I looked down at James who was reaching clumsily for his glasses, woken up by my abruptness.
"Whazzgoinun?" he said incoherently. I laughed, and that seemed to relax him slightly. I got up and he looked at me questionably.
"Bathroom." I responded. I quickly rushed in the room and brushed my teeth. No way was I going to have morning breath. That's just plain embarrassing.
I raced back to the room, realizing just how cold it was, and rushed into the bed, pressing myself up against James warm body, who automatically wrapped his arms around me.
"Here I am, expecting a screaming and accusing Lily, and I get the nice and cuddly version. I quite like this change of plans." he said jokingly.
"I'm a little too cold to be ferocious right now." I said back with a grin. He responded by kissing my forehead. "So, let's start with last night. Why the hell did you show up half dead on my doorstep?"
"Well see, this is kind of tricky, since it's not really my secret to tell. You see, I was…helping out a friend." he said, pleading with his eyes for her to not get mad.
"You're going to have to be a little more descriptive than that. Judging by the fact that you had a huge gash on your face and claw marks on your hip, not to mention the bite on your shoulder, I'm guessing you wrestled with a rather large animal. A bear?" I laughed joking. But then, the pieces fell together. "Wait…it was a full moon last night. Remus.. You didn't! That would mean.. but you got bit! What the hell James Potter!"
I knew I must look livid, because James seemed to shrink next to me, then get confused. "Ok, since when have you known about Remus?"
"Since we did boggarts obviously." I said, can't helping myself to sound slightly proud, saying as no one else knew.
"Does Remus know you know?" he asked me.
"Yes, I confronted him, gently, and he's fine with it. I think he's actually sort of glad. Besides, it makes no difference to me." I said back, still angry.
"Ok, well that makes this easier. I'm just going to show you though, it'll be a lot easier than explaining it." he said, and made to get out of the bed.
"What do you mean show-" but I was cut off by James transforming into a beautiful stag right in front of me. My draw felt like it dropped to the floor.
"You're a-a an animagous!" I paused to catch my breath. "That's completely illegal and irresponsible. How'd you manage that! And at this age." before I could stop myself though, I had slipped out of the bed and reached my hand out. I pet the beautiful stag by the ear, laying my hand down on his head. It's eyes closed and leaned into my touch. I jumped back in shock.
Before I knew it, he had transformed back into himself. He reached for me cautiously and I finally understood without him explaining.
"Oh James!" I said, and flung myself into his arms. "You are a great person. Helping Remus like that. I can't believe you, but at least it's for a good thing. I'm guessing Sirius and Peter are too? I can't believe you'd do something like that, but in a way I can. You're such a great friend."
'You're seriously ok with this?" he asked unbelievingly. When I nodded he caught me up in another hug. "Oh thank goodness. I thought you'd be furious for sure. We had to do it for Remus. He was just in too much pain. But yes, Sirius is a huge black dog, and Peter is a rat."
"A rat? Why?" I asked. "That seems…slightly less.. Manly." he laughed at the puzzled expression on my face. "Oh shut it."
"Because something needed to be able to slip under the tree and stop the willow. Peter volunteered." he said shrugging.
"James I- I don't know what to say. You're so incredibly brave and kind." I was overwhelmed by his courage to be around a werewolf once a month. "Just to be clear, he bit you when you were a stag, right?"
"Yes, don't worry, he did." he said with a laugh.
"Well good. What about Sirius and Peter? Are they alright?" I replied.
"Peter's fine, and hopefully Sirius is, I'm sure either Peter or Poppy fixed him right up." he looked worried for a second but then seemed to shake it off.
He started to say something else, but before he could, I yanked him down so we were face to face, which made him pause. I pressed my forehead to his, and our lips were not touching yet, but they were achingly close.
"You really scared me." I whispered, my lips touching his as I whispered the words to him slowly. "It made me realize what I would feel if I lost you. And I don't want to feel that way. Ever."
"You won't." he said. "Don't worry about me. It's you I'm worried about. I'm a pureblood, they won't care."
"I'll always feel safe with you." I said, also in a whisper, and then my lips were on his as they had never been before, and I was surprised to feel tears silently rolling down my cheeks, tasting the salt. Our breaths mixed together sweetly as this gentle yet passionate kiss continued. It was sweet and perfect and just James.
After a while we broke apart, and I found we had made our way back to the bed. We laid down and he caressed my cheek softly every few moments.
"Hey James?" I asked, rising to look at him. He hummed in response. "When we leave Hogwarts, well, I don't really have any place to live, saying as Petunia has the house. Would it be ok, could I maybe, could I live with you?"
He looked at me hesitantly and then worried I had gone too far I started again, "Not wanting to move to fast or anything, and it doesn't mean anything of the sort, I just don't have a place to go, and Sirius said that he lived with you for a while, so I figured you had extra space and I-" but he cut me off with a short kiss.
"Lily, of course you can come and live with me. And I don't care what it means. If what your thinking does happen, than I'm perfectly happy with that. Besides, I'm not about to let you go that easily."
About as happy as I had felt since my parents death, I couldn't help but think of how great my life was turning out to be, and all because of James Potter.
Before I knew it, my birthday was a day away. It was January 29, and classes were in full force again. Because of the second term starting, the teachers were all over us about N.E.W.T.'s. I was very focused on my exams, and wasn't really worrying about my birthday at all. I mean yes, I was turning 18, but it really didn't matter all that much.
My relationship with James had blossomed since our talk of living together. People were shocked at first, wondering if it was some prank, but people got use to it quickly and many claimed they knew it was going to happen all along.
One person was very angry about it though. Severus Snape. He had come back at the beginning of the second term and when he saw James and I walking in the hallway for the first time, holding hands, he literally froze, stopping people in their tracks. He had just stood there as we walked away. I had received two notes from him but I had burned them before reading them. I was done with him.
I found myself in the presence of the Maraudars more than ever now that James and I were dating. I realized how nice and caring they really were, once you got past all the cockiness and the flirting. Remus had finally accepted the fact that I didn't mind him being a werewolf, and opened up to me greatly. Sirius had always been exuberant but I found he was rather quite smart once you got passed the image of his. Out of all of them Peter kept to himself the most. When I asked Sirius about it, he said that usually Peter was the most talkative of them all around company, and must have something on his mind, maybe a girl, which he then taunted Peter with for the rest of the afternoon.
I went to bed the night of the 29th very tired, and thanking Merlin I could sleep in on my birthday, it being a Saturday.
However, I was awoken by a very off-key voice singing me Happy Birthday very loudly at 9:00 a.m. instead, holding a huge breakfast tray.
It was filled with bacon, toast, eggs, and then pumpkin juice, orange juice, and even butterbeer. There was also a card and a small box next to the drink choices.
James stood over my bed, clearly pleased with himself which made me laugh.
"Well come and join me then!" I said to him. He handed me the tray and then sat down next to me, propping himself up with pillows so he was in a sitting position. I did the same. "Thank you for the food, and the song." I said and gave him a morning kiss to which he responded enthusiastically.
"You're welcome. And Happy birthday." I thanked him again and then we dug into the food, surprised to find myself ravenous.
Making small talk was easy over breakfast. We talked about James' upcoming Quiddich match, and how he was excited because if they beat Slytherin, they would win the Quiddich cup.
After we had wolfed down all the food, he picked up the card and box. He handed me the card first and gestured for me to open it.
It was a lovely home-made card that he had written in all of our closest moments together, all of our sweetest words. The card was covered in sweet nothings and smelled strongly of chocolate which made me smile. "Thank you, it's very sweet."
He then handed me the box which I opened slowly. I gasped when I saw what was inside. It was a beautiful diamond necklace. It was a simple silver chain and at the end was a heart-shaped diamond, beautifully cut and masterfully simple.
"James, don't tell me this is real. There's no way-" but he cut me off by reaching for it and forcing me to turn around.
"Hold your hair for me will you?" he asked, and I have to obey because he is being way too kind. He warm hands brush against my neck briefly and the necklace goes around my neck, resting in the perfect place. He clasps the necklace quickly and then traces his hands down from my neck to my arms and back again. He lowers his mouth to my neck and gently begins kissing the hollow of my neck and shoulder. I push him off gently and turn him around to face me.
"Thank you James. It's beautiful."
"You're welcome. And so are you." he said openly, making me blush. I kiss him gently on the lips and then get up, to which he protests loudly.
"I need to shower." I tell him and he sighs dramatically before following me into the bathroom but then going on to his room.
"Hurry up, I have a whole day planned for us Birthday Girl!" I laugh at his nickname and then pull the door shut, stepping into the shower.
Once I was out of the shower and magically dried and changed, James took my hand and led me down to the Entrance Hall, where most people called out Happy Birthday greetings.
He led me out the front door and we walked to Hogsmeade in pleasant silence. Lucky it was a Hogsmeade weekend, but the weather was quite cold, and I was glad I had on my heavy coat and hat, not to mention gloves and scarf.
The rest of my day was spent in Hogsmeade, goofing off with James, eating at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying quality time with my boyfriend. We went into all the shops, except for Madame Puddifoot's, which we both ignored heavily, and enjoyed the nice day we had to relax. He made me laugh constantly and I couldn't remember a better Hogsmeade trip in a very long time.
By the time we were making our way up to the castle, I was very exhausted. James however, seemed very excited for something and seemed to be leaping in excitement.
"What is up with you?" I asked and he just grinned in response, pulling me forward faster. We made our way up to the Portrait Hole in record time, thanks to James pulling and he said the password quickly.
He motioned for me to go first, so raising an eyebrow at him I did, and when I stepped through the door a huge crowd was waiting for me, banners everywhere, the place completely unrecognizable.
"SURPRISE!"
A/N: i know that there wasn't much grease, i was going to add a lot more Snape, but i got too tired, saying as it's well pass midnight, again. This seems to be the only time i can write. Rest assured, he will make an appearance eventually. I hope you liked this chapter, it's kind of a filler, but i enjoyed it. And This is her real birthday, At least that's what it says on her headstone, so i kind of added this in here. PLEASE REVIEW. i feel super sad, cause i only got 5 reviews for the last chapter, and i thought it was quite good. If they aren't then tell me, and i'll stop writing, because there's some awful stories on this site who are getting ten times more reviews than me.
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