OK, writing again. Sorry I took so long. I was busy with stuff and stuff, so this chapter will be edited. And I would really appreciate it if you would review, because no one is and that makes me sad :(. So make me happy and review please. Thanks.
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At the new Potter house . . .
"Lily, you OK?" asked James, watching his wife as she heaved into the toilet. A splattering sound was heard a split second later.
The redhead slumped bonelessly against the loo, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "Yes, James, I'm fine. You know, apart from the throwing up, you idiot!" she snapped, sighing gently afterwards. "Sorry."
The Animagus shot her a grin, accepting her apology without a second thought. "It's OK, Lily, baby. Do you want me to get you anything?"
His wife scrunched her nose in thought, giving James the fleeting urge to chuckle. "A glass of water would be nice." Lily admitted after a moment.
"Back in a minute, hun." James gave the woman a smile, before ducking out of the bathroom. He reappeared five minutes later, a glass of water in his hand. "Here you go, Lils."
"Thanks, James." The redhead took he glass from her husband's hand gratefully, and downed it quickly.
"Now, you go back to bed, and I'll go to get all the things we'll need for the potions. OK?" James explained to Lily, leading her back into their bedroom and sitting her gently on the bed.
"OK." Lily fell sideways onto her pillow, snuggling into the warm as James pulled the comforter up over her shoulders. "The list is on the fridge." she murmured sleeply, digging her hands under her pillow, next to her face.
"OK. Now, off to sleep." chided the black-haired man. "I'll be back soon, alright?"
James recieved no reply, as Lily had already fallen into the black abyss of sleep. He smiled at her form, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Sleep tight, Lily bug."
A random Muggle street in London . . .
"Lily and James! Sirius, how could you?" Peter cried through a fake sob, gathering the attention of the surrounding Muggles in the street. He sent his former friend a sinster grin through his fat, sausage-like fingers.
Sirius looked at him with sheer disgust, the left corner of his lips curled upwards in a sign of distaste. His notorious temper was boiling at just below boiling point, and Peter, the snivelling rat, knew it. "Pettigrew, how do you live with yourself? How do you sleep at night?" He spat, watching with sadistic satisfaction as the rat seemed to cower slightly.
The blonde man recovered quickly, and hissed in a venomous whisper so that only Sirius could hear; "Very easily, I'll have you know!"
"The only reason you sleep easily is because your 'master' will protect you. Supposedly." stated the black-haired man, feeling his temper reach boiling point at the rat's tone.
"You're just jealous." grinned Peter sadistically, noticing the Muggles had stopped watching their fight. "You don't have to. You can Join us."
Sirius' temper boiled over. "Never! You and I both know that he's dead!"
Peter looked scandalized. "He can never die! How dare you spread these lies!" He raised his wand, as did Sirius, and waved it. An almighty BOOM shattered the tension in the air, along with Pettigrew's body. When the dust settled, Sirius was in the bottom of a crater, surrounded with the dead bodies of thirteen Muggles and one finger, belonging to the vanished Peter Pettgirew.
I killed him, thought Sirius to himself, the shock on his face cracking into a grin. Good riddance! Without warning, the black-haired man's grin became psychotic laughter, which never lessened.
Moments later, the Auror's arrived on scene and arrested the cackling man, sending him straight to Azkaban. Without a trial.
Back at the Potter house . . .
"Back!" called James, walking back into the house with a smile, which snapped quickly into a gasp. "Oh, shit! I hope i didn't wake Lily up!" The man bolted up the stairs, barreling into his bedroom.
The redhead was sitting under the covers, propped up against the headboard as she read a book. And, judging by the look on her face, she'd heard his last comment. "I was already awake, James. Luckily for you." she added, as an afterthought.
"Oh." sighed James, sinking onto his side of the bed, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Yeah, well I woke up about an hour ago. I felt fine, so I decided to take a walk. Honestly, this place is huge! 17 bedrooms and 18 bathrooms, 2 libraries, a Potions lab and a study! Two libraries! I also found the house-elves in the kitchen. James, they are so sweet!" Lily ranted enthusiastically, looking as if she was going to pass out from the amount of books in the mansion-like home.
The man regarded his wife with a smirk, placing a hand on her stomach. "Whoa, Lils, slow down. They know who you are, because when I was younger, one of them came to my parents house. That was the day you came over. Elves can gossip about their masters if they have permission. And, of course, they have it."
"Really?" asked the redhead with wide eyes. "That is so cool!"
James looked at his wife, completely amused. "Lily, how much sugar did you have today?"
Lily looked at him with an awed expression, and the man repressed the urge to burst out laughing. "Well . . . I had a handful of marshmallows, five choc-chip biscuits, half a bag of M&M's and a lollipop."
"What's with all the sugar?"
The redhead frowned slightly, before grinning like a maniac. "I suddenly want sweet foods! I love the sugar rush!"
The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow, regarding his wife carefully. "Okay. Well, I got everything we need! Even the Remus."
"Good!" chirped Lily, boucing out of bed and chucking the book onto her pillow. "Now, I can start on the potions! And, you mister, need to practice the spell."
"Oh, alright, Liliy baby." James sighed playfully, sending a hyper-active Lily a grin.
The next day . . .
"James! I'm back!" called Lily shakily, climbing the stairs as she headed towards the bedroom.
James walked out of the library door, which was three doors before the bedroom. "Cool. What did the doctor say?"
The redhead took a deep breath, exhaling deeply. "Well… um… see… I'mpregnentagain." she rushed, looking at James for his reaction.
The dark-haired man watched her with raised eyebrows. "Lily, calm down. Breathe, relax and tell me slowly."
Lily inhaled again to calm her nerves, locking her green eyes with her husband's hazel ones. "James, the doctor said I'm pregnant. That's why I was sick."
James didn't say a word, just looking as if someone had struck him over the head with something hard. Lily watched hiim worriedly, fear rising in her chest. "James, say something, honey."
"Wow." muttered James, still looking dumfounded.
Now, I wait 'til he's processed the information . . . Lily thought to herself, waiting for the inevitable explosion that was sure to ensue. James had done the exact same thing when he'd found out about Harry. Her heart ached at the thought of her son. Here we go, the redhead braced herself for the noise as realization spread across James' face.
"Humping hippogriffs! You're pregnant . . . again! That's so great! It's perfect! Sweet Merlin!"
The redhead watched him in amusement, waiting until he finished his tirade. "Wow, I married a girl." she told him jestingly, making him send her a glare.
"Shut up." James pouted.
"Don't tell me to shut up or I'll hit you." Lily threatened, leaning against the wall.
The man poked his tongue out at her. "Fine then. Be quiet."
His wife sent him a glare. "James, I'm not kidding ."
He sighed in defeat. "OK, OK! I'll stop now. What are you having?"
"Huh?" Lily asked him, not registering his question.
"Lily. Baby. Gender. What. Is. It?" James explained slowly, acting as if he was talking to a two-year-old.
"Oh! Well, it's not a baby, per say. It's more like . . . 2."
"What?" asked James, going wide-eyed.
"Fraternal twins. A boy and a girl." explained the redhead slowly, watching as her husband paled dramatically.
THUNK! James hit the floor with a bang, and Lily shook her head at his unconscious form. Heaving a sigh, the redhead withdrew her wand from her pocket and levitated her husband into the air, making him float into the bedroom and placing him on the bed. She kissed him on the forehead, biting back her smile. Closing the door after she'd walked out, Lily strolled downstairs and into the kitchen, getting a sudden feeling for cherry-flavoured ice-cream.
A week later . . .
After James had awoken several hours later, and had made Lily dinner. He was elated to become a father again. The elation was short-lived, however, when they had read the Daily Prophet the next day. On the front cover was a photo of Sirius laughing maniacally as the Auror's held him under restraints. Reading the article with a fierce frown, the Potter's had immediately began scheming. James refused to let his best friend rot in the hellhole of a place. They were going to break Sirius out, and they were putting their plan into action . . . right now. "Are you ready to go?" asked Lily, hurrying down the staircase with a hand protectively clutching her stomach.
"Yes." James' voice shook with nerves and adrenaline.
"Got the potions?" asked the redhead commandingly, her own voice shaking with emotion. She may have despised Sirius at school, but he was her husband's best friend and her son's Godfather, and she wasn't going to let anything happen to him. Even if she didn't approve of his ways.
"Yes, Lily." replied James, sitting on the sofa before he had the chance to trip on it, thanks to his insistent pacing.
"The cloak?"
"Yes, Lily."
"Your wand?"
"In my pocket. As always."
"The spare wand?"
"In my other pocket."
"My wand?"
James resisted the urge to snigger. His wife must've been really nervous, considering she was holding her wand. "Yes, Lily."
"Good, good . . ." Realization dawned on her pretty face. "No, you don't! I do!"
"Oh, yeah! Oops!" The dark-haired man sniggered as his wife shot him a reproachful look.
"Not funny, James! This is a serious matter!" Lily growled at him, not realizing the ammo she'd just given her husband to crack a joke.
James sent her a 'you-should-have-known-better' look. "I know it is. We're going to get Sirius, aren't we?"
"James, I suggest you be quiet." Lily's voice was dangerously calm, betraying her through-the-roof level of anxiety.
"OK. OK, I'm sorry. I'll stop now." apologized the dark-haired man.
"Good. Now, let's go!"
Just outside of Azkaban . . .
"James, add the hairs." muttered Lily, withdrawing a vial from her pocket and uncorking it.
The man pulled a small jar from his own pocket, plucking the hairs from it. He sprinkled them into the substance of the vial, closing his eyes as a vile smell rose into the air. "What colour did it go?"
There was silence for a moment, before Lily answered; "Pale blue."
"Really?"
"Yep."
Hazel eyes popped open, and confirmed his wife's words. "Drink it ." ordered the redhead, watching her husband with a hawn eye as he withdrew the vial from her hands.
"OK." Pinching his nose, James downed the mixture, which tasted strangely like blueberries. He felt his skin begin to bubble over and melt, seconds before his vision clouded over. Pulling his glasses off and shoving them in his pocket, his eyes cleared and he looked towards the ground, finding his wife.
A meerkat stared up at his, its unusual piercing green eyes staring at him intently.
Crouching down, James withdrew a piece of fabric from his pocket, and threw it over himself and the little animal. They vanished into thin air, and their dangerous mission began.
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing! (hint, hint!) I know it was another short chapter, but I will make it up to you later. This chapter is edited, so it is far better than the last. Umm, so review, and I'll write chapters quicker!
*Edited by a very tired, and over-worked EOSVU4eva*