I coughed and fell out of the fireplace, Sirius the only thing that held me up. I looked around the room. It seemed to be a bedroom, but not a used one- a guest bedroom, perhaps? Sirius obviously knew where he was going, so I hurried to follow after him. We arrived at a door, painted Gryffindor red. A silver plaque read "James H. Potter." A similar, golden plaque hung underneath it. That read "Sirius O. Black." Their bedroom.

Sirius knocked on the door. James yelled, lifelessly, "Leave me alone." Sirius barged in anyway.

James was sitting on his bed, a Snitch flying around his head. Sirius walked over to James. "Hey, mate," he said. James looked up at Sirius in amazement.

"What are you doing here, Padfoot?" James asked.

Sirius pointed in my direction. "I wouldn't bloody well be here without her, would I?" James looked at where Sirius was pointing. He and I met eyes, and he burst into a huge grin. Honestly, he would have given the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.

"LILY-FLOWER!" he shouted. I sat on his bed, and he pulled me over to hug me a huge hug. "You did this for us?"

I blushed. "Of course I did. I wasn't right that Sirius had to stay at school. He is as much his son as you are." James' face fell at the mention of his father, and I cursed myself. I was here to make him feel better. "So, are you going to be a good host, or what?"

James tried to get out of bed, but fell over, tangled in the sheets. When he was properly standing, he bowed and offered me his arm. "Would you allow me to escort you to the kitchen?"

I crossed my arms. "Call it off, Potter, just take me down."

James shrugged. "Sirius?"

Sirius did what can only be described as bounced over to his "brother". "Certainly, James, my boy." They skipped down the stairs, and I followed seconds behind.

When we reached the kitchen, James stopped and turned to me. Before I could stop him, he picked me up and set me on the counter. "Now, Lily, what would you like? Water? Pumpkin juice? Butterbeer? Firewhiskey?"

I frowned at the thought to his underage drinking , and he backed up. "Of course not firewhiskey, Lily. How about some of this Muggle stuff? Mum brought it home one day for Dad's… well, for a dinner party. I think it's called Sprite." He handed me a can. I downed it quickly, accidentally belching when I had finished.

I looked for a trash can, noticing the boys' stares. "What?" I asked defensively.

"Blimey, Lily, I think you may just be one of us!"

"Oh, shut it, Potter," I said, blushing a bit. In order to change the conversation a bit, I asked, "So where am I sleeping for the next few days? I would rather not have to sleep on the couch, so if you don't mind showing me a room, I'm awfully tired and need to explain to the girls where I am."

James grabbed my hand and apparated into another room of the house. It looked exactly like…

"Why do you have a room for me here that looks exactly like the one I had in Gryffindor Tower?" I asked. James promptly disapparated. Merlin's pants, I had forgotten what a bloody jerk he was. However, he never said I couldn't change the room, so I did. I mean, I had decorated my room in the Tower when I was eleven, and hadn't changed it since. It was time for a new look.

Soon enough, the walls were light yellow with purple polka-dots. I enchanted the ceiling to look like the one in the Great Hall. The covers on the king-size bed was light purple, and my favorite movies were stacked on top of a ginormous television set. Satisfied, I climbed into the huge bed and transformed my clothes into a pair of pajamas. I turned out the light, and drifted into a peaceful slumber.