In the Potter’s kitchen, Sirius rocked back on two legs of his chair. The piece of furniture groaned ominously but held his weight as he picked an invisible bit of lint from his jumper.
"Prongs, you’re being mental."
"Easy for you to say!"
Remus snuffled softly in his sleep from the living room. He had promised to keep James company while Lily was out, but with the moon approaching, the werewolf had lost his battle and fallen into an uneasy sleep.
"She’s fine. Peter will look after her."
"I know that-“
The Floo roared to life before James could finish his thought. Sirius nearly fell back but caught himself and righted the chair when Lily Potter stumbled out of the flames, clutching her middle and wincing.
She tried to wave away James’ concern, even mustered a smile that ended as a grimace.
Her legs buckled and she would have fallen if James didn’t grab her under each arm to hold her steady.
"What happened?" James demanded as Peter stepped out from the Floo, looking rumpled and dirty, but in better shape than Lily.
"Ambush," he said quietly. "There were too many of them and-"
"Peter did an excellent job," Lily remarked as James lifted her into his arms, grunting at her comment.
"He took out two before they could get to me," she said, smiling kindly over James’ shoulder at the guilty looking Pettigrew as James carried her into the bath.
James shut the door, leaving Sirius to help Peter with any of his injuries. He maintained a steady stream of chatter as he removed Lily’s clothes, stopping to heal stray cuts as he went.
The bath filled as she told him what happened, and ordered him to go apologize to Peter for being such a prat about the whole thing.
"I’ll get to it, promise. Let’s get you washed first."
Lily sighed happily as she slipped into the warm water. James helped her settle into the rose scented water. She tilted her head against the tiled wall and smiled. Picking up the bar of soap, James dipped his hands in the water and worked up a lather before running his hands gently over her shoulders and arms, his touch lighter than she had ever felt it.
Lily caught his hand, frowning at the despairing look in his eyes.
"I won’t break, you know."
She reached with one hand, gripping his shirt front and soaking it in the process so she could tug him toward her for a languid kiss.
James nodded, even smiled.
"I know but just in case."
Anonymous asked: heavily pregnant jily with a little sirius
"Stop moving." Lily groans. "Even just watching you is making me feel sick." James grins, stops spinning, stumbles and then collapses next to his wife on the sofa. Lily grabs at her stomach as his sudden weight causes her to be jolted upwards slightly. "Fucks sake." She mutters, reaching across to punch him in the shoulder. The redhead is smiling though and James catches her fist, pulling it up to his lips.
"My beautiful, grouchy, wife." Lily rolls her eyes. "How did I get so lucky?" James squeezes her hand gently and rests their entwined fingers on his chest.
"I have no idea. I think I must have been delusional." She teases, trying to shift closer to him. It’s hard to move though, when you’re nine months pregnant, and when James sees her wince, he intervenes. Moving himself closer to her, he grins when her head falls onto his shoulder. "Merlin, you’re so bony." She adjusts her head and a sigh escapes her lips.
"Well, one of us has to be skinny." James smirks at the affronted look on his wife’s face, but he can see the laughter in her eyes and when she jabs him in the ribs with her other hand, he knows it’s affectionate.
"Arse." She mutters, snuggling closer to him.
"Fatty." He whispers back, burying his face in her hair.
"You got that one right." She snorts at that and James can feel her body tremble as she starts to laugh. "Didn’t realize I was that funny.”
"You’re not. It must be her hormones playing up." Lily tries to stop laughing as they both look up to see Sirius leaning casually against the door frame. "C’mon, Evans, you gotta control your hormones or else it might go to his head and he’ll be under the impression he really is funny.”
"It’s Potter, you twat." James jumps in to correct him and Sirius smirks. Lily holds back a smile at the correction, though hearing James say it still brings a warmth to her chest.
"I thought you were trying to get out of the habit of swearing?" Sirius pushes away from the door and walks across to sit on the other side of Lily. Both Potters turn to face him, looking slightly guilty.
"That’s not going so well." Lily admits.
"I guessed." Sirius grins, meeting James’ eye over Lily’s head. "Now, onto why I’m here. I’ve finished the last coat on the bike. You said you wanted to see it when I was done." His grey eyes flick to Lily. If she wasn’t pregnant she would have helped him paint it but he’d had to do it on his own.
"I’m not moving." Lily says with a shrug.
"So I’ll bring it to you." Sirius jumps up. "Good compromise, Evans." He’s out of the door before James can even scramble to his feet properly.
"Ow!" Lily exclaims as her husband dislodges her from her comfortable position. But he’s not listening as he sprints out of his room after his best friend. Lily sighs, pushing herself upright again and muttering. "Fucking boys, I’m bloody pregnant." She can hear James’s yelling fading as he moves through the house.
"No! Padfoot! You are not bringing that bike into the house! No!”
"Come on, Prongs, Evans wants to see it."
"It’s Potter! And you’ll ruin the carpet!”
"Merlin, you’re worse than Minnie. It’s not dirty.”
"You’re not bringing it into the fucking house."
"You’re a wizard you tit, you can get rid of dirt like that." Lily guesses Sirius has snapped his fingers and smirks, settling back into the cushions to wait for their return.
When they do return, James looks like a sulking two year old and Sirius looks extremely smug. Lily bites her lip to stop herself from smiling when James drops onto the sofa next to her with his arms crossed stubbornly. She doesn’t linger on her mutinous husband for long though because then she spots the motorbike Sirius is wheeling along beside him. When he’d first bought it, it had been a murky pink. Now it was a blue that was both stormy and calm. Lily claps her hands together.
"It’s brilliant." She grins. "Thought you might do a shoddy job without me but clearly you’ve managed to pull through."
"She’s seen it now. Get it out." James says. Lily rests a hand on his thigh and squeezes reassuringly.
"James has developed an infatuation with the carpet."
"That’s obvious." Sirius replies to Lily’s half-hearted explanation. James pouts. Lily can see the boys having a staring match now and becoming bored with them, decides to break the silence. Suddenly she clutches at her stomach, crunching forwards and letting out a sound that’s both a groan and a whine.
"Merlin! James, James, it’s coming!" She pants, turning her face to him and making sure her expression is one of terror. Sirius drops the bike and rushes forward at the same time James leaps up and starts tugging at his hair. Both men look frantic and extremely helpless.
"What do we do?" Sirius yells.
"I don’t know? Get her to St. Mungo’s!" They continue to scramble around her, reaching forwards to touch various parts of her torso in attempt to do something whilst she continues to yell. When Sirius spins around for the fourth time, Lily comes to the conclusion that the bike is completely out of their heads. And she promptly bursts into laughter.
"What’s going on?"
"Is this part of it?"
"I don’t fucking know." James’ hands dive back into his hair and Lily continues to laugh until looks of realization dawn on their face.
Sirius drops to the floor, crosses his legs and buries his face in his hands, muttering. Colour starts to return to James’ face and he just stares at Lily in horror.
"At least I know you’ll both be helpful when I do go into labour.” Lily says dryly, recovering from the laughter. Neither men seem to be able to talk and Lily rests her hand on her large, round stomach, smiling softly when she feels the baby kick.
"Potter, you’re a bloody awful influence on your wife." Sirius finally says.
Lily and James sat in front of each other beside the fire in Gryffindor tower, talking quietly. Their friends, the reason they were even talking in the first place, had long since gone to bed, but the conversation was good, the fire was warm, and the rug below them was soft. Lily wasn’t sure…
- James: I have to tell you something.
- Lily: Hm?
- James: Lily, look at me.
- Lily: James, can't you see that I'm busy? I've got numerous essays and tests to study for, exams are coming up soon and I don't feel prepared and then there's Head Duties-
- James: Lily, I'm trying to be romantic. The least you could do is support it.
- Lily: Ugh! Fine! What? What is so incredibly important that you had to bug me?
- James: ...I lied about being romantic. I dropped your Transfiguration essay in the fireplace.
- Lily: I'm about to kill you. You have 3 seconds to run.
James screwed up his eyes in an effort to truly concentrate. He attempted recreating the day and the moment of winning the Quidditch Cup but he soon found himself focusing on a different part. Every time he closed his eyes it wasn’t the glory of the moment that flooded his thoughts but Lily…
Yes, I wrote my daughter a letter. And that bastard that made me call him Father took pieces of it, that only Allison would know were from me, and used it to manipulate her, to turn her into something she was never supposed to be. I never wanted her to become me. And it got her killed. I will find that man, and I will kill him. Even if I have to come back from the grave.
Give me Hogwarts AU as a prompt, and you will always get Professor Potter. Every time.
Please note the M rating.
The corridor was packed, even for a Monday afternoon. Lily was absolutely certain that the Hufflepuff behind her had used the opportunity to cop a feel of her arse, but she was just about managing to resist the temptation to give him boils. Just about. Once more, and the boils were not only happening, they were going in a place he’d be too embarrassed to take to Pomfrey to be treated.
‘Miss Evans.’ The voice calling to her was loud and imperious, and more familiar than it ought to be. The figure it belonged to was overly tall, annoyingly clever and currently navigating his way through the seething mass of students towards her.
Of course, they get out of the way for him, she mused inwardly. Professor Potter, striding down the corridor, scattering all before him.
‘I need to see you in my office please Miss Evans.’ He strode past her with little more than a glance, and she turned to follow in his wake, pleased at least that she was no longer being battered by an assorted collection of schoolbags and elbows.
No-one looked twice at them. No-one ever did. It wasn’t uncommon to find Lily and Professor Potter together; ever since she’d transferred in to finish her final year of school at Hogwarts she’d had a certain amount of private tutoring with him to bridge the gap in DADA, a subject that was often overlooked in other wizarding schools.
Even when she’d caught up with the class – which actually hadn’t taken very long at all –she’d begun to spend time with him to help him prepare his classes. It was a lonely thing, being transferred into a class full of people who had known each other since they were eleven, and it was nice to be around someone who didn’t give two damns about the six years’ worth of gossip and interpersonal relationships she’d missed out on.
She watched the back of his head as she walked behind him, at that stupid black hair that stuck up in a hundred different directions, made worse by the amount of time his hand spent buried in it. It was longer now than it had been when she’d started the school year; it was obviously in serious need of a cut, but he apparently lacked either the time or the inclination. It curled up where it touched his collar.
She wanted to tug on it.