Going Once, Going Twice and In Love by Tania

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Lily & James
Book: Lily & James, Books 1 - 4
Published: 03/09/2005
Last Updated: 16/05/2006
Status: Completed

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE Story. Lily moves to London to start her new job. But the first night in
her new flat is a disaster. Her neighbor plays piano at 3:30 in the morning! And her new colleague
is... very sexy! R&R




1. I owe you
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Chapter 1- I owe you

James peered through the curtains and down at the road beneath his window. Some random mover
heaved the last piece of furniture up to the flat. This one was far older than the others, an
antique, and shivers ran down his spine at the thought of having an old lady (that should have died
decades ago) for a neighbor.

But if she really was an old lady he didn't know for certain. He just saw that enormous
black umbrella that hid his soon to be neighbor. But how did he know it was a woman? Mrs. Easton
from the first floor had told him, when he had tiptoed to his mailbox to get his mail. James was
sure Mrs. Easton always listened intently to the door and when she heard the slightest sound she
had to check on her mail or had to bring the trash out.

James stepped closer to the window when a car stopped by. *London Heathrow Airport Quarantine
Station* was on the side of the small transport vehicle.

The black big umbrella hurried to the car when a man got out of it and opened the back to take
out the biggest box for a cat that James had ever seen in his entire life.

*Oh no,* James groaned, *Old lady with a cat that can eat the puppy from the
Millers.*

The box vanished under the umbrella, the driver got back in his car and left.

The mover came back out on the street. One talked to the umbrella while the others got in the
transporter. A few seconds later they shook hands and the movers drove off.

James pressed his fact to the cool surface of the window and peered down again, hoping the black
umbrella would be closed before going inside the building so he could see his neighbor. But the old
lady didn't do him that favor.

*I**'ll* *bet she is busy with her monster cat;* he thought and walked to his
front door to listen to any of the conversation that may have been going on outside.

Why did he act like this, especially because it was so out of character for him? That was easy
enough to answer. When Mrs. Easton asked him something about the new neighbor he had to answer
truthfully. James would bet on his broom that Mrs Easton would know everything about *her*
after three weeks and that she would tell him about the difficult childhood his new neighbor had.
That's what she had done after the Millers had moved in.

It annoyed the living daylights out of him so, this time, he wanted to find out about his
neighbor before Mrs. Easton did so he could ignore her gossip later one because he would already
know it all. James made an annoyed face. He was sure Mrs. Easton was the reason that one day he
would use the Imperius Curse.

Suddenly he heard a voice and steps. It sounded like the old lady was talking to her cat and the
cat answered her with a furious, “Meow!”

James's imagination drew a picture of her, and it kept becoming clearer and clearer.

*Well, at least she won't hear me when I play piano in the night*, he shrugged. *I
don't need a Silencing Charm* he thought and walked back in the living room. There he opened
a Butterbeer, sat down on the sofa and turned the TV on. For a short moment he glanced on his work
schedule. The next day was circled with a red marker. *Tomorrow this L. Evans* *shows*
*up,* he moaned again but didn't waste a second thought on her and watched TV.

XXXXX

Lily walked up the stairs to her new flat. In one hand she had the big black umbrella in the
other she carried the heavy cat box.

“Well Minerva, I think you gained weight while you were in the quarantine station. Did you,” she
asked her cat.

An affronted mew sounded from the box.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't wanna hear that. I just noticed.”

An annoyed hiss erupted from the shadows.

“Hey, I just said it,” Lily defended herself and stepped into her flat. Several boxes, pieces of
furniture, and carpets lay scattered on the floor.

“That's our new home, Minnie,” Lily announced and opened the catbox.

Shortly after she did so, there appeared a giant paw and then a second one. The enormous brown
haired cat stretched delightedly and pulled her backside out of the box with all the classiness a
cat could possess. Slowly she stalked through the clutter and mewed occasionally.

“Yes, I know,” Lily called back and twisted her hair in a bun. “I need to unpack but in an hour
it will look like we have lived here for years.” And she fumbled with her purse, “I wonder how it
gets down there every time,” she pondered, when she finally found her wand and flicked it.

Instantly all boxes opened and unpacked themselves. Drawers and other furniture moved to the
right places. A carpet rolled over the floor while the other things floated in midair. Plates shot
in the kitchen. Clothes walked in her bedroom, folded up and got neatly in the drawers.

Lily stood in the hall and swung her wand like a baton. A few times Minerva let out a nasty hiss
and Lily yelled “Sorry Minnie and her cat responded with a bored “Meow.” That meant something along
the lines of, “Yeah, yeah.”

After two and a half hour all was in place. The plants stood on the window sill, the curtains
hung white and straight and the fringes of the carpet pointed to one side. Lily fell down on the
sofa, next to Minerva who had slept there peacefully for twenty minutes already.

“Finally done,” she wheezed and run her fingers through the cat's fur. She started purring
immediately, “It's almost like being back in Salem. But don't dare you leave dead birds on
the steps of the neighbors.” Lily heard a short hiss.

“I'm serious! No dead birds on the doorsteps of neighbors I don't like. Do you hear
me?”

“Meow,” Minerva answered and hid her pink nose under her paws.

Lily looked at her watch. It's half past nine. *I need to go to bed,* she thought and
got up and walk in her new bedroom. *Tomorrow is an important day.*

Carefully she selected her clothes for the next day. For a brief moment she thought about her
new colleagues but when her head touched the pillow she was deep asleep.

Or at least she thought she had been deep asleep, when a sound woke her up several hours later.
It was a soft, then regular, and then loud. The volume then increased further. Lily shot up in
bed.

“What in the name of Merlin's long beard is going on? What an idiot plays piano at,” she
glanced at her watch “FOUR THIRTY IN THE MORNING?!”

Furiously she threw the covers back. *This has to be a dream;* she thought and opened the
door to the living room. The sound of the piano was much louder now.

“This is unbelievable,” Lily, said almost speechless. “The renter didn't tell me about crazy
neighbors that play piano in the middle of the night!” Still furious she knocked on the wall.

For a short moment the music stopped but then her neighbor started playing again.

If it hadn't been this late and her jetlag hadn't been so bad the music wouldn't
have bothered Lily. In fact she probably would have sat down on the sofa next to Minerva and had
listened to the music. BUT not half past three in the morning! Lily hit the wall again but nothing
happened.

“Okay, you can have it that way,” she hissed, like just her cat did and reached for her
wand.

It would take a huge amount of concentration to hex something through a wall but she needed her
sleep. Lily flexed her back; pointed her wand at the wall and whispered a word.

One second later, she heard something break down and one last sound.

*Finally,* she sighed relieved. Placed her wand back on the table and climbed back into her
bed. *Just three more hours of sleep,* Lily thought and turned on the other side.

XXXXXXX

James observed his broken down piano.

*How can* *something just* *break down like that,* he pondered and run his hand
through his messy hair. *I bet Padfoot placed a charm on* *it;* James thought and walked
around the pile of black, polished wood.

A short moment he thought about a counter curse and then flicked his wand. The broken pieces got
back together and seconds later the piano looked as good as new. He placed his fingers on the piano
keys and intended to play again but no sound came out. Well, there was a sound, but it sounded like
someone dragging their fingernails down a chalkboard.

Disgusted he stepped back, like the piano had an infectious disease. *Looks like Moony is in
the joke as well,* James was sure and looked at his watch. *Uff, four o'clock.*

“I will take care of you later,” he told his noble piano that didn't sound noble at all
anymore and went to sleep.

XXXXX

Lily hurried out of the nearby coffee shop, laden with a Macchiato, to the red-brown and stucco
ornate brick building. It was five minutes to nine and she would hate herself for being late on her
first day. That wouldn't be impressive at all!

From afar, sparkling in the sunlight was the dark green and polished tiles of a tall building
with curved golden letters carved into it.

*A&V*

*Auctioneer*

*Since 1777*

*Prop. L. Verne & J. Artemis*

Carefully, but still with self-confidence she made her way through the mass of people that
headed, just like her, to their offices.

Lily had successfully dodged the swinging suitcase of a grumpy looking man when she bumped in
someone else. Her cup fell out of her hand, the cover popped off and the coffee spilled on a light
blue shirt.

“Oh Mer… my god,” Lily exclaimed shocked, “I'm so sorry! I didn't see you coming. I had
to dodge the grumpy looking guy…”

“It's okay,” a friendly male voice interrupted her and she looked up.

Lily found herself looking into the most breathtaking hazel eyes she had ever seen. They
belonged to a prominent face, though it was still very kind. He had high cheekbones, well toned
skin and messy dark hair. A very sexy beard framed his lips every woman would die for to kiss.

“I'm fine. It's okay,” the stranger told her. “In such cases I have a shirt in the
office.” He smiled.

“No, it's not okay,” and Lily looked in her purse for a tissue. Finally she found one and
wiped over the spot on his shirt. A second later she realized how stupid that must look. “Oh
sorry,” she mumbled and handed him the tissue.

He still smiled at her when he took the tissue and wiped the coffee away. “It's alright. If
you want you can spill coffee over my shirt everyday.”

Lily smiled back at him and recognized his dreamy look, when suddenly Big Ben rang and told it
was nine o'clock.

“Oh no! I'm late,” she jumped, “Please send me the bill for the dry cleaner. I work at
Artemis & Verne,” she said and vanished behind the glassy revolving door.

She definitely did not look at the noble entrance hall, which was decorated in marble and gold,
and she stormed in an elevator. Lily pushed the button for the third floor that had the letters
A&V next to it and the lift started up.

Nervously she bounced from foot to foot when a soft `bing' announced her arrival on the
third floor.

Lily flexed her shoulders, breathed deeply and walked in the hall. On the right and left sides,
the glassy walls expanded and divided the huge office in several small ones. It looked welcoming
and light. Even though it was just nine in the morning everyone was already busy.

“Can I help you?” asked a sweet voice and Lily recognized the announcement.

“Good morning,” she said. “I have an appointment with David Dunvegan.”

“Mr. Dunvegans office is down the hall on the right side. Shall I escort you?”

“No, thank you.” Lily smiled and walked down the hall.

XXXXXX

James still stared on the glassy revolving door, the young woman with the most stunning emerald
eyes he had ever seen had vanished behind. He had never seen a woman like her before. Small strands
of her hair had fallen out of her put- up and James just could guess the length of her thick, red
hair. Her silky skin gleamed like a diamond and her lips… if James had been in his right mind he
would have kissed her instantly. Even though he didn't know her. James still wiped over the
spot she had spilled her coffee on and it started to dry.

*What am I doing here?* He thought suddenly. *I'm standing* *here* *like an
idiot on the sidewalk and spread**ing* *the coffee* *over my shirt!*

He blinked once, he blinked twice, and he blinked a third time. He checked if he got all his
senses again and entered the building. *I need to get the coffee off of my shirt,* he
commanded himself to the men's bathroom.

One minute later he came out with a stunning spotless light blue shirt and he walked in the
elevator. He pressed the button for the third floor and put his necktie in the right place.

`Bing' the elevator announced the third floor and he walked out.

“Good morning, James,” sounded a sweet voice of the front desk lady.

“Good morning, Estelle,” he greeted her and walked in his office.

“Hey, Melanie,” James greeted his colleague and sat down behind his desk.

“Hey James,” she responded. “David wants to see us because of this Evans.”

“Oh yeah, right,” he wheezed and glanced at the third desk that was crammed in the office last
Friday. For Melanie and him, the office was all right but for three people it was like working in a
broom cupboard. He was sure one of them had to move out sooner or later.

Both got up.

“Had a good weekend?” asked Mel, when they walked down the hall to the office of their boss.

“Well, the usual. Party with friends and the weekly Sunday lunch at my parents,” he made a
face.

“Bachelor boy,” she laughed.

James knocked on the door and a familiar “Come in” sounded. He opened the door for Melanie and
walked in after her in the huge office of David Dunvegan who enthroned behind his gigantic
desk.

“Ah, there you are. James, Melanie. That is your new colleague Lillian Evans.” Majestically he
got up and pointed on the young woman, who had gotten up from her chair also. James hadn't
recognized her when he had entered the office but when he saw her now was lost of words. She too
was speechless, when she recognized him.

“Do you know each other,” Melanie wondered.

“Briefly,” James answered when his stiffness disappeared and held his hand out to Lily's,
“James Potter,” he said; thanked Merlin that he had remembered his name and they shook hands.

“Pleasure,” Lily smiled, her cheeks a shade of pink. “Lillian Evans. I see you have changed your
shirt.”

“Well, yes I did.” They still shook hands. It seemed like none of them could let go. It was like
a charm made them to hold on. David and Melanie looked questionably at them.

“Oh, sorry,” Lily laughed realizing the others were clueless, “I spilled coffee on Mr.
Potter's shirt outside,” she explained still looking at James. “He was really nice about it.
I'm so sorry though.”

“No problem,” he still smiled.

“Well, do you mind James if I shake her hand as well,” Mel asked him because he and Lily still
held hands.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” And he stepped embarrassed to the side. The charm was gone.

“Melanie Mosag. It's a pleasure Lillian,” Mel introduced herself. “I don't know what has
gotten into James,” she laughed.

“A pleasure too,” Lily smiled and tried hard to concentrate on the woman in front of her, “Oh,
and just call me Lily.”

“So, we know each other now. Great,” David clapped his hands together. “Now we talk about
business.” But when he had finished his sentence the phone rang.

“Dunvegan. Uhu. Mh. Okay I'll send her over.” And he hung up. “Mel, Emmy asked for you. She
needs your for something in accounting.”

“Okay, see you,” and she got up and left.

“So, were was I…” David started again. “Oh, yes. Over the weekend we got some new orders. We not
just an auctioneer firm we also act in the interest of clients and buy pieces for them,” he
explained for Lily and reached for two folders on his desk. One he handed her, the other James. “In
there you will find the address of the client, what piece he wants, and what he is willing to pay.
The name and address of the seller is in there as well.”

Lily and James looked at him understandingly and motioned to get up but David stopped them.

“I just want to tell you, who completes his deal first will be promoted.”

James glanced astonished at his boss, “Well, David. I can't really judge Mrs. Evans…”

“Miss Evans,” Lily interrupted.

James' stomach jumped when he heard she wasn't married but he didn't show any sign
of his joy. “Oh, I'm sorry. I can't really judge Miss Evans abilities, but why is she
getting the same offers as me? I mean she is here the first day,” he said a little bit angry.
“I've worked for A&V two and a half years!”

“James,” David begun. “Lily worked for Christies. A&V headhunted her and she worked in our
branch office in Salem,” he said and it sounded a response wasn't welcomed. “She has the same
qualification like you.”

Lily felt suddenly very uncomfortable. It was the first day and already she was clashing with
her fellow employees.

“Okay. Well then, it is fair,” James answered lightly, but Lily could see that he didn't
mean it.

“Great,” David nodded. “Well, then have successes,” he smiled.

Lily closed the door behind her and walked to James who waited for her. “I'm really sorry
about this conversation,” she started.

“No, don't worry,” he interrupted her. “If he says it's fair, it is.” He shrugged. “I
think this deal will be pretty easy. I know the Longbottom's real well,” James explained more
arrogantly than he intended to.

Lily glanced him up and down. “So you think, you place one call and you will be one floor
up?”

“Well, maybe. But who is your seller,” he asked.

She looked at her papers. “Black, Sirius,” she said and faced him. For a brief moment she
thought she saw supremacy in his eyes. But after she had blinked the same warm hazel eyes looked at
her.

James held the door open for their office and Lily walked to her new desk and sat down. Whereas
he got a file off a shelf and flipped through the pages, glancing at her surreptitiously.

“Your American, aren't you,” he asked suddenly.

She looked up. “No, I'm not. Why you asking?”

“Well, I don't want to be rude or anything but you've got a really strong Yankee
accent,” he grinned.

Lily sat up straight. “So have I?”

“Yes but after a few month in Britain you will speak properly like we do,” James suddenly
realized how provoking that comment was. But he couldn't take it back. It would be a sign of
weakness and he absolutely didn't want her to think he was weak. So he smiled at her, like he
hadn't made a rude comment.

Lily leaned her head slightly to the side and small strands of hair danced around her face. She
motioned him to come to her desk. While she did so, she smiled at him a smile that would cause
every man go insane. James bent over her desk to faced her and stopped an inch in front of her. She
leaned closer and his heart started racing.

“In your opinion, I may not speak proper English. But in Britain and, just to let you know, in
America as well, is it considered to be indecent to speak ill about people to their faces and walk
around with an open zipper,” she breathed in his ear with a low, almost seductive voice.

*Oh shit,* James thought and tried to force the heat down that came out of nowhere.

“Well, thanks,” he managed coolly and zipped up his pants.

“Your welcome,” she grinned, when he got up and sat behind his desk.

For some time they worked in silence, when James suddenly got up, excused himself and went
away.

*I hope that was not too much for him,* Lily thought and remembered his uncertain look
after he had made that comment about her accent. *He didn't look like he intended to say it
so deprecatingly.* Not even a minute later Melanie stepped into the office.

“You've got you first job?” she smiled friendly.

“Yeah, I need to contact a Mr. Black,” Lily glanced in her file.

“Black,” Mel asked astonished. “Is it Sirius Black, Regulus Black, or Tenebrus Black?”

“Well, Sirius Black,” Lily answered truthfully.

Melanie whistled quietly, “Miss Evans…”

“Please call me Lily.”

“Oh, right. Well then call me Melanie or Mel,” she smiled, “I think I should warn you.”

“Why?” Lily asked curious.

Her new colleague sat down on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs, “I'm sure David
told you, that whoever completes their deal first will be promoted, right?”

“Yeah he told us so, but what do you want to warn me about?” Lily asked confused.

“Well, James and Sirius are best friends. They've known each other since school,” explained
Miss Mosag.

Lily blinked flabbergasted. *Then t**hat was the expression in his eyes,* she thought
and anger boiled inside her.

“I think he'll call Sirius Black and tell him he shouldn't make a deal with you, or at
least he will tell him to delay your deal. So he can finish his deal first with… who is his
seller?”

“Longbottoms,” Lily said grumpy but suddenly her face lightened up, “Augusta!”

“What about Augusta Longbottom,” Mel wondered.

“How could I forget *that*,” Lily burst out, “Augusta is my mother's cousin.”

“You're not American?”

“No,” she smiled, “I know, I've got an accent.”

“Well, yes, but you know what's important now,” asked Mel, “You should go to Augusta and
speak to her. You can play as unfair as James.”

Lily jumped up and gathered her things, but she stopped, “Why are you telling me all this. We
don't even know each other.”

“It's just fair, like I said. You should know how James can be. I bet he is calling Black at
this moment.”

Lily considered all for a moment and remembered the look on his face after she had said
Black's name. “I owe you,” she said and headed out of the office.

Five minutes later, James entered the office with three cups of coffee. “It took Estelle ages to
set up the coffee machine. That's yours Mel,” he placed a cup on her desk. “And that is yours
Miss Evans… where is Miss Evans,” he asked astonished.

“James,” Melanie began. “I need to tell you something important. It would be just fair.”

“What is it?” James asked

“Lily knows the Longbottoms.”

“Well, I know the Longbottoms too,” he said impatiently, “So where is the problem?” He sipped
his coffee.

“Lily is on her way to Augusta to tell her not to sell to you or at least delay the deal so Lily
can complete her deal with Black first.”

James swallowed some coffee at that moment and started to cough. “She's doing what?”

“Augusta Longbottom is her mother's cousin. They are related and relatives help each other.
She's going to ask Augusta to put you off until she finished her deal with Sirius Black.”

*She is doing that because my comment of her accent,* he thought and his anger aroused in
him.

“You are a friend of Sirius Black, aren't you,” Melanie asked.

“Yes I am, his best friend, actually.”

“Then you should play like Lillian does. It's really unfair what she is doing. I mean she
works here for one day and…”

“Yeah, your right, Mel,” James interrupted her and picked up his phone. “I owe you,” he said and
dialed Sirius' number.

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2. Kick up the fuss
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A/N

Hi Everyone.

Thanks so much for all your reviews! I'm so happy. 27 reviews! I'm totally thrilled. I
hope you will like this chap as well. And I hope you will review again. I think there are a few
mistakes in the chap but I will correct them in the next days.

Thanks for your patience!

**Chapter 2- Kick up the fuss**

Lily seized the knocker and struck the iron, coiled snake against the dark wood of the entry
door that had seen their better days slip away. The black color had chipped off in some places and
exposed the weathered wood beneath the thick paint. While she waited, Lily gazed skeptically at the
dried out front garden. Yesterday it had rained, so she was confused as to why the flowers look so
dead. Shaking the ponderings from her head, she pressed the bell button impatiently when no sound
from inside reached her ear. As she touched the cool metal she felt an engraving and with a closer
look Lily once again saw the coiled snake.

*What is with all the snakes?* She shook her head and forced herself to relax and calm
down. With a slight delay, a quiet ringing reached her ears and then she could hear steps from
inside the dark and foreboding house. About three seconds later the front door swung open and a
young man, who couldn't be much older than she was, looked her up and down, under a veil of
pitch-black hair.

"Yes?" he asked boredly and leaned against the doorframe.

“Hello," Lily greeted with a warm smile, "Mr. Sirius Black I assume?" she
inquired.

“That's me,” the young man replied continuing to scrutinize her from his position against
the doorframe.

"My name is Lillian Evans," she said and she extended her right hand to him.

"Pleasure,” he said shaking her hand, “What leads you to my doorstep? I don't have much
time," he mumbled before she could speak further.

"I'm from Artemis & Verne. I'm here to have a look at the amulet", Lily
continued to introduce herself, "I am your official contact," she smiled charmingly.

"Then I suppose you should come in," Sirius answered suddenly and inexplicably
friendlier. Actually, he had planned to treat James ' work colleague as impolitely as possible,
but something had deviated him from his intended goal.

“Thank you," Lily still smiled and stepped past him into the dark entrance hall. For a
short moment everything was black, but then her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. Lily glanced
over yellowed walls covered with an innumerable amount of portraits. It smelled moldy and old. The
place struck her as oppressing and intimidating; she wished ardently for a brighter, friendlier
area.

"Follow me please," Sirius instructed and Lily followed him down the long corridor.
Quietly he opened a door to his left and they both entered (to Lily's complete astonishment) a
bright and friendly living room. There were several large windows that stretched from the ceiling
to the floor were opened and a gentle breeze blew through the room. There was also a light,
pleasant scent, vanilla and ginger.

"Please sit down," he directed her to a comfortable sofa and sat down beside her.

"Thanks," Lily said before jumping instantly into business, "I am your agent for
this sale and my buyer wishes a fast completion of the business." She still smiled
infatuatedly.

Sirius examined her in detail for a while. No miracle, James had said, I am to downplay my
allure. Padfoot complained in spirit and execrated himself, but he had sworn to Prongs that he
would not let his charm play.

"Mr. Black?" Lily asked carefully. The young man beside her seemed somehow absent. His
grey blue eyes looked past her and stared on the wall behind her. "Mr. Black?" she tried
again and touched his arm. "Is everything alright?"

“What?" Sirius snapped back into reality.

"Is everything alright with you?"

"I'm sorry,” he blinked, “I'm fine. Beg your pardon, but what have you said?"
Lily smiled benevolently at him.

"I asked you to show me the amulet. I would like to examine it for its authenticity, if you
would permit it."

"Yes, naturally," and he rose agilely and went to a cabinet. Sirius returned with a
small box and placed it directly before her. Lily took a magnifying glass from her bag, opened the
box, and took a small round disk from within the velvet lined box.

Carefully she moved her fingers over the old forgotten inscriptions. The blood-red ruby in the
middle of the amulet radiated with a feeling of struggle, hate, and obsession. But Lily was not
swayed or moved by it. Professionally, she wedged the magnifying glass before her eye and studied
the amulet.

*Is that really the Amulet of Asael*? she thought and remembered everything she had heard
in her Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. The Amulet had been stolen centuries ago by a
traveler from the holy places of Machian and now Lily held it in her hands.

With all blood acts that rested on it.

With all plots and lies that we crafted to give it power.

It must be the real one, Lily determined after a few minutes when she had examined each
minuscule notch in the metal. Suddenly Lily had the feeling that someone was looming over her and
she turned her head in slowly to the side. She looked directly into gigantic grey-blue eyes. In her
fright, the magnifying glass fell from her pinched eye and rolled under the table. Sirius had bent
over the seat-back to look over her shoulder as she studied the amulet.

“And what you think of the amulet? Is it authentic or not?" he asked calmly, although he
was now so close that he had noticed the pleasant scent of her perfume.

"Out of all my experiences with such artifacts, I would say that it is authentic," she
confirmed charmingly and groped on the floor for her magnifying glass.

"Ah!" Sirius radiated, "Perfect," and he straightened up again.

"For how long have you been in possession of this piece?" Lily inquired, while she
confirmed the authenticity in writing.

"Oh, eternities," he said readily with the wave of his hand, "One of my ancestors
bought it on a journey. Since then it is in family estate."

Lily smirked knowingly, when he told her this story. In the course of the years people had told
her the craziest things to cover the true origins of an object. Lily always knew better though.
Padfoot put the amulet back into the box, when it suddenly whispered.

"Traitors!" the voice was strained and hushed. Lily looked up.

"What did you just say?"

Sirius started to turn red and closed the top of the box: "N… nothing."

"I know I heard something whisper . . ." Lily said resolutely.

"Really?" he asked nonchalantly, "I didn't." Lily looked one moment
urgently at him. Something was strange about this Sirius Black. She had the feeling, a strange
feeling, almost as if he wasn't a Muggle. Because if he was a Muggle, how could he have come to
possess this amulet.

But for now, she pushed these thoughts aside. She had to complete the sale and trump over James.
But that was more easily said than done. Once, the selling price was too low for Sirius, then he
wanted to have considering time and then he blocked completely.

"Mr. Black," Lily began. "I'm getting the impression that you do not want to
sell at all."

"Oh trust me,” Sirius said with a sly smirk, “I want to be rid of this thing. It just sits
around and collects dust . . .”

"Then why do you not want to complete the business transaction as fast as possible?"
Lily sighed in frustration. He was making this far more difficult than it needed to be.

"Because I would like you to go to a party with me," and arrogance flitted over his
face. Lily considered this for a moment. This turn in actions was not welcomed at all. But Lily
knew she needed to close this deal before James closed his.

"When is this party?" she asked plastering a fake smile on her face.

"In three days." Lily bit back a frustrated groan.

"And afterwards you'll sign the contract?"

"You have my word!" Sirius smirked across the table at her.

Lily pushed a strand of hair from her face and bent her head somewhat to the side. Again she
smiled infatuatedly and looked at him with a slightly seductive look. This aura surrounded her,
which could actually reduce any one with her to nothing; normally this would be enough to move the
person to sign the contract. But Sirius was immune to any of such attempts, expecting an answer. As
Lily realized that this usual mesh did not pull, she breathed resignedly in and out.

"Well, where does the party take place?"

Sirius smiled joyful before answering: "At the Bones' family estate. Where should I go
to pick you up?"

"We should meet there," suggested Lily, "I live out of the way and it would be a
large detour for you."

"As you wish," he smirked.

XXXXXXXX

James looked up at the house and noticed how a curtain moved on one of the upper floors. *The
D**ragon is expecting me already;* he thought and cringed at the thought of Augusta
Longbottom's green dress and her large hat, with the enormous canary on top. James smirked at
the nickname Sirius had given the old bat; it was fitting that was for certain. The front door was
opened and a young man with dark, carefully combed hair stood before him.

"Hello James," Frank Longbottom welcomed him with a knowing smile.

"Hello Frank. How are you?" James inquired politely. Lily was already here; Prongs
just had a sinking feeling that she had pulled strings and prepared for the fight.

"Oh, fine. Thanks for asking," Frank smiled and stepped to the side. "Come in.
Mom is already waiting for you," and he pointed up the stairs. James followed Frank along the
corridor, while the door closed automatically behind them. Some portraits winked at Prongs. A small
girl dropped a curtsy and an older man tipped his hat. Together they climbed up the stairs, dodging
the 14th step that always creaked and sauntered to Augusta's personal salon.

"Mom, James is here," informed Frank needlessly to Augusta Longbottom.

"I thought so!" she answered grumpily. Well then the first round of the battle has
begun, James thought.

"Hello Mrs. Longbottom," he shook her hand. "How are you?"

"Like a witch of my age", she retorted.

"Mom!" Frank said admonishingly, "please!" And he disappeared from the
room.

James briefly scanned the room. He knew this salon very well with its heavy, green velvet
curtains, behind which one could hide oneself without a problem. There was the small hole in the
carpet right in front of the fire-place and the creaky floorboard near the window, which gave a
view of a garden. Oh yes, James knew this salon well.

Like always Augusta wore her green dress. She must have had hundreds of them; James considered
and held also a look out for the gigantic red handbag. The hat with the gigantic canary lay
carefully on a likewise-large hatbox.

"So, there you are," Mrs. Longbottom began and pointed to an uncomfortable chair.
Deeper lines entrenched themselves around her mouth further.

"Yeah, here I am," he smiled unsuccessfully, because the woman sitting opposite of him
had not responded to his means of politeness. She, instead, looked him up and down critically with
an elegantly arched eyebrow. Silence grew between them and small dust specks danced merrily in
sunlight that shown through the windows.

“Should we start?" James asked carefully and took a few papers from his bag.

"Yes, we should", Augusta answer briefly and took a silver bracelet out from the
innumerable folds of her dress. In the center it had an elegantly cursive letter "H" and
it was surrounded by an eagle and a badger on one side and a lion and a snake on the other. Without
a word she handed it to him and James took out his magnifying glass.

"I know that it is authentic," he explained, “but I haven't seen it for a long
time." James examined longingly the filigree work and was annoyed that he couldn't buy it.
Well, he could have done it, but how could he explain to David that he had taken the piece for his
own and snatched it away in from the best customer of A & V? Carefully he placed the bracelet
on the polished wooden table between them and confirmed the authenticity. Casually he mentioned the
purchase price and Augusta didn't seem against the offered price.

"I already got the contract. My customer would be very glad for a fast completion,"
James tried to get over with it while Mrs. Longbottom watched him with a bored expression, up until
now that is.

"I'm not selling right now. I want some time to consider."

James was surprised: "Do you have any objections?"

"No, I have none," she answered grumpily.

"Then I don't quite understand . . ." he began, because James had expected more
imaginativeness of Augusta. But she interrupted him gruffly.

"I have no more time. I'll sell in one week, good day,” and she rose and rushed from
the salon. James blinked, as if he could not believe that this geriatric woman could disappear so
fast. Suddenly someone coughed behind him and Frank entered the room.

"Do not worry about Mom. She was really upset earlier when Lily was here,” he said as he
fell down on the sofa. "I told her that I don't believe that you do such things. But if it
concerns Lily . . .” he glanced meaningfully at James, “. . . then she sees no more soil in the
cauldron!"

"Who began with this mean stuff?” James snapped, “I certainly did not.”

"Lily would beg to differ. She was so upset! The last time I saw her like that was when I
played with Dad's wand and suddenly she had blond hair. She is so proud her hair."

James' jaw dropped and nearly hit the floor. Why he hadn't come with it by himself?

"Wait a moment,” he began and sat upright. "Lillian Evans is... is a witch?"

"Um, you didn't know that? Frank asked somewhat uncomfortably. James made an expression
as if he would pass out and fall from his chair at any moment.

"No, from where . . . but how . . .” he burst out and grew immediately silent. On his
forehead deep wrinkles appeared. It looked as if he was considering something really hard.

"She hexed you and you didn't notice, didn't she?" Frank smirked. James was
dumbfounded.

"She did!" he answered thunderstruck. Me, he thought me, James Potter, got hexed by a
girl and didn't even realize it!

"What has Lily done?" asked his grinning companion.

"I think . . . she made me look like a fool and intentionally! She hexed my zipper open and
I didn't notice!" That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Yeah, that's Lily. I really believe she is the female counterpart to you," Frank
Longbottom laughed. "Nonverbal spells are her specialty. I would be careful with her
around."

James made a face that resembled that of a furious storm could. *Oh, I'll pay her
back,* he thought. *Nobody pulls a stunt like that and goes unpunished by me, whether she is
pretty or not.*

XXXXXXXXX

“Please wait!" Lily called a few meters away from the elevator. She didn't want to wait
for the next. Just half an hour ago she had been condemned to go out with a customer to be able to
complete the contract as fast as possible. Merlin alone knew what she could expect from the party.
Self-willed she pushed through a crowed and entered the elevator.

"Which floor?" a gentle voice asked. Before Lily had looked up, she knew who had
asked. There he stood with a smile on his lips and a shrewd look in the face.

"Third please," she answered and smiled likewise.

All promises, which she had given herself not to tackle James Potter, were forgotten the moment
those doors slid shut. James bent somewhat forward to press the button and easily brushed her
arm.

"I think we work on the same floor," she interrupted him and smiled.

He answered her with a smile and the elevator started to move upwards. Lily felt goose bumps
prickle on her skin because of his look. That had never happened since . . . well actually that had
never happened to her before.

"And, how are you, Potter?" Lily inquired anxiously for small talk. *What's the
matter with me? Just one hour ago I wanted to hex James into next week and now I'm asking him
how he is!*

"We should address each other by first names, don't you thing?" James offered,
"We'll be working together for a long time and I think it's more
appropriate."

"Well, okay", she answered, “Lily,” she stretched out her hand for him to shake.

"James," he took her hand and again both looked deep into the other's eyes.

It was at that moment that the elevator doors opened and several people stepped inside. Lily had
to step closer to James so she wasn't jostled about. But now she was pressed closely to him.
His warm brown eyes rested on her emerald-green and they stood entranced as they stared into the
depths of the other's eyes. James's heart started beating faster, then he inhaled her
pleasant scent and every thought fled from his brain. He forgot that he wanted to speak his
opinions about things that had happened just one hour ago. The temperature seemed be slowly riding.
Air was so charged that it crackled around them.

No . . . wait . . . that was someone rustling a shopping bag.

*Bing.* The lift had reached the third floor and people stormed out of the elevator. They
were completely pressed into a corner even after the people had left, and they stood still and held
hands.

"Well I . . . I think we're on the third floor," James said slowly not looking
away from Lily.

"You think?" she asked gently with a hint of humor in her voice.

"Yeah, I can see Estelle starring at us,” James replied glancing out of the corner of his
eye. With a jolt they both released the other. Reality had reached them and brought them back down
to earth.

They were completely silent as they entered the third floor and hurried into their office. James
and Lily felt the boring, critical stare of the receptionist lady in their backs. *That'll
give them something to gossip about around the water cooler,* thought James and hurriedly closed
the office door behind him.

Melanie was sitting behind her desks and typing something into the computer. When her colleagues
entered the office, both were blushing a vibrant shade of red and Mel smiled knowingly. Her plan
would work and she knew it. She had trusted in the fact that James and Lily were too proud to talk
to each other about her little interfering and everything was going swimmingly.

*This is going better than I thought it would*, she smirked and amended some things in the
contract, which she would complete soon.

James had sat behind his desk and appeared to be looking over an auction catalog. But in
reality, he reminded himself that he hadn't paid Lily back yet. In the elevator he would have
had the perfect opportunity.

*But no! Instead I throw myself practically on her neck,* he thought. He wondered for a
moment if she had used a charm on him. He pondered and thought of all possible charms (that he ever
had found in the library at Hogwarts), but he couldn't remember any that could have bewitched
him in such a way that he would forget everything he intended to do. Perhaps the Imperius, but that
he would have overcome that without problems.

While he thought about everything, the plan to pay Lily back became clearer and clearer. She
would pay for what she had done to him!

XXXXXXX

The day seemed to drag on, but the end finally arrived and the sun dipped beneath the horizon
and colored the sky in a tender lilac. A single star was in the night sky. The planet Venus, Lily
knew it for certain. She stretched her back briefly and looked up. Melanie had gone already and
James was brooding now over a huge file. Slowly she rose.

"James?"

He glanced over his glasses at her and looked questioningly at her.

"It's getting quite late, and I believe we are the last in the office," she
answered his look and gathered a few things into her handbag, while he glanced at his watch. This
is what James had been waiting for.

"Yes, I guess I'll pack it up as well and call it a night," James said yawning.
They left the office together. Nobody was on the floor. How did it happen that everyone had left
and they hadn't noticed?

When they stepped into the elevator, Lily pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors
closed and the lift started to move downward. But just a little, because then the lights flashed
and the small space became pitch black. In the same moment the elevator stopped moving.

"What . . .?" began Lily astonished and frustrated. This could not be happening.
*Great! At the end of a workday I get stuck in the elevator,* she thought. *It can't get
much worse.*

"W-w-w-we should call the mechanic as fast as possible," said James and something in
his voice was different. The stutter was very out of character for him. Somehow it seemed higher
pitched than usual and he sounded like he had just finished running a marathon.

"Is everything alright?" Lily inquired into the darkness.

"N. . . N . . . No," James said with great difficulty.

"What . . . What is it?!" Lily asked alarmed at hearing James' breathing shallow
and quicken.

"I . . ." James' voice failed completely.

Lily looked in the darkness for him. He stood pushed in a corner. "What is with you?"
she felt for him. A hand rested on his chest, the other one groped to his face.

"I . . . I can't be . . . in small rooms for too long," breathed James fast.

"Oh no! You have Claustrophobia!" Lily said close to panicking herself. She could feel
sweat on James' face and he trembled. His chest was rapidly and shallowly rising up and
down.

"Oh no, what am I going do?" Lily murmured to herself. Feverishly she sought for a way
to help James in the depths of her mind. But nothing occurred to her simply*! I don't know
anything that would help . . . Wait!* She thought as she thought of the wand resting in her
purse. *I must do it. I must help him.*

"James, what I'm about to do and show you right now you *cannot* say a word to
anybody. Or I'll have to modify your memory."

"Wha . . . wha . . . what?" he stuttered.

"You'll see. Just try to calm down, okay. You are better in a few seconds," Lily
said soothingly.

James could hear Lily rummage in her handbag. Actually he was feeling sorry that he paid Lily
back this way and made her worry so much. He had enjoyed her touch, but when this game was over,
she would never touch him the rest of all eternity.

"Ah, there it is!" She exclaimed "Lumos!" she said and the point of her wand
illuminated.

"What . . . what . . ." he babbled and fear appeared in his eyes.

"Everything is alright James, you'll be better in a moment," she tried again to
calm him. But he looked only more worried. Panic increased in Lily when she looked at him. What if
the charm doesn't work? What would she do then?

"Your better . . . you . . . soon," she babbled her own fear taking over. "Sed .
. ."

"Sedativus," James answered completely calm in her place. Lily looked at him with
shocked eyes. He suddenly looked completely normally. He didn't tremble any longer; he had no
more sweat on his forehead and he leaned relaxed against the wall.

Perplex Lily stepped a few steps back. "What?!" she nearly cried.

"Sedativus,” he said and took out his own wand. "Finite Incantatem," he spoke
further and the light went back on and the elevator began to move again.

Lily looked still surprised, but after she had blinked twice her look changed. James had known
her for only one day, but even in his wildest dreams he couldn't have pictured her so
furious.

"You kicked up the fuss!" she called raving, "You knew for a fact that I am a
witch and you . . . you . . . damn! You scared the shit out of me, JAMES!" and she hit him on
the shoulder.

"Ouch!" Protested James, "That was for the thing with the zipper!" He rubbed
the place where she had hit him.

"My prank was a little thing!" she defended herself, "You provoked me on purpose!
You needed one in the eye!"

James looked at her in harshly. Her cheeks were as red as her hair and her eyes had the
appearance as if they would each spray fire at any moment. *Perhaps I went too far*, James
considered briefly.

"Are we even now?" he asked and ignored her last remark.

She was still furious as she looked at him. "Claustrophobia is not a topic to make jokes
about. I had seriously intended to rescue you!"

"That I will not forget for all eternity," he answered with a mock bow.

For a short moment Lily wanted to smile, but annoyance won, once again, the upper hand.
"Damn! Couldn't you come up with something else?" and she made a step forward. James
suddenly felt threatened. Meanwhile they had arrived on the ground floor. Lily still had her wand
in her hand.

"Lily, don't do anything stupid,” he reminded her.

"Get out of my sight," she hissed and it reminded him much of a cat. To underline this
sentence sparks sprayed from the point of her wand.

"Oh, come on . . ." he started a playable attempt.

"Sod off!" she hissed again.

James glanced at her for a last moment and disapparated, before she could do him any harm.

XXXXXXXX

Lily ran like a mad woman along the roads. People, who came across her on the sidewalk, were
blown away like a heap of leafs, by a strong wind. *I do not have anything* *against a good
prank, when it'**s funny,* she thought angrily. *But the stunt James had pulled ...
that was simple* *below the belt**!*

She did not notice at all how fast she had arrived at her flat. Furiously she stomped up the
stairs and then heard it. Music! Loud, nerve-racking, annoying music! *Perfect ending for the
perfect day,* she thought bitterly as she unlocked the door.

Minerva jumped to her and snaked around her legs. Lily ruffled her cat behind the ears.

"You know what Minnie, anything you catch and kill you can put in front of the door of the
neighbor. I recompense you for it," she whispered. A grateful meow rang out, followed by a
still louder purr. "And now I need a relaxing bath," Lily explained and Minerva followed
her in the bathroom.

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3. Dance on a Volcano
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Chapter 3- Dancing on a Volcano

James cracked his eyes open, when a gentle melodic noise rang out. His hand groped about on his
nightstand, until he found the alarm. Without paying attention how he looked like he climbed out of
bed. It was a little after five and the dark blue night sky was slowly disappearing to step aside
for a new morning.

Nobody was already awake around this time, even not Mrs Easton. So why had he gotten up so
early? The answer was simple enough, twice a week he went with Sirius to a nearby running track and
now was one of those times, but he wanted to get the newspaper first. Because James knew, exactly
around this time came the Muggle newspaper carrier.

With blurred vision, because he had not put on his glasses yet, he walked down the corridor. In
his T-Shirt and Boxers he opened his door and stepped on the threshold. Immediately he drew his
right foot back into his apartment. There lay something soft with... feathers or fur? Disgusted he
bent down and recognized, despite his bleary vision the outline of a dead bird.

“UGH!” complained James loudly, "That is disgusting," and he immediately examined his
sole for any possible bird remains. As he did not see anything he stepped over it and got the
morning paper. As he went past the door of his neighbor a nasty meow could be heard. James stopped
dead in the tracks.

*Not possibl**e*, he thought. *T**he cat cannot have done that*
*intention**ally* and he continued. However, as James came up the stairs he could hear
the cat again. Clearly this beast hissed and it reminded him of the cat from movie; a girl named
Alice had an encounter with an insane cat but he couldn't remember the name. *The cat*
*is* *laugh**ing* *at me*, he considered scandalously. But then he became
conscious to the fact that cats could certainly not laugh and he walked to his flat; stepped over
the dead bird and closed the door behind him.

Short time later James left the house and jogged to the sports field. The streetlights went out
when he had reached the half-way point on his way. Cool morning air struck him in the face and
James noticed how his body awoke slowly. Not that he wouldn't have been awake after the
unfortunate incident with the dead bird, but cold spring air was clearly a more pleasant
method.

During his way his mind went back to the cat. James had looked at the mailbox of his neighbor,
but still no name was attached. Also beside the bell button there was only an empty, nameless slot.
*Perhaps I should go over and have a little chat*, wondered James, but rejected this thought
immediately, because he trusted that he would see his neighbor soon enough. *She**'s
only been living there for* *2 days*, he reasured himself.

From a distance he easily recognized Sirius at the entrance of the sports field. He wore a
dark-green wool hat and had squeezed his black hair underneath it. In addition he wore a black
jacket and short tracksuit trousers, which let his white legs sting out.

"Padfoot, you should wear a scarf, or gloves, or . . . something to distract people from
your blindingly white legs! That black does not compliment your envy-worth toned skin,"
noticed James as he approached his friend.

Sirius grinned. "Ouch, that hurt. You cut me deep, Prongs. But I don't attend the Yule
ball, so nobody needs to carry a torch for me," he smirked. "But how are you? You look
like you had a bad night and no beauty sleep," he asked and both entered the track.

"I wish it had been a bad night. Rather a bad start to a bad day," his friend
explained and they easily passed an older lady, who crawled like a snail along the outer orbit of
the running track.

"Ouch again. Having problems with your charming colleague?" Padfoot grinned and pulled
the hat down further to protect him from cool air. James eyed him disbelievingly, but answered his
question. Occasionally they had to stop, because Sirius had a laughing fit when he heard of the
zipper prank and of James's Claustrophobic fit.

"... and now the Dragon is forcing me to wait a whole week," ended Prongs.

"Uh-oh, that is bad," answered his best friend somewhat breathless.

"Why?"

"Because I told your Lillian that I would sell if she goes with me to the Bones'
party." James regarded him with a shocked expression.

"You . . . you . . . what?!” Echoed it over the running track and in the distance crows
took flight complaining about the noise.

"I was under the impression that you wind your clients around your little finger,"
Sirius defended himself. "You always do that!"

"Padfoot!” Prongs struggled for control. "We are talking about Augusta Longbottom! You
still remember the time when she... "

"Please, don't remind me," he interrupted him. "That was my biggest trauma
until I came to Hogwarts and had McGonagall as the Head of our house!" James smirked, but
stopped instantly.

"What am I going to do now? I know you; you gave her your word? Didn't you?"

"Indeed, that I did."

"Shit! Why do you always have to be so honest and always stand by your word?" James
grumbled as he ruffled his hair

"You raised me that way,” Sirius shot back and winked.

"Yeah, sure, blame it **all** on me," James wheezed somehow desperate, “Because I
have too much guilt to carry already!” Sirius grinned sardonically, but James just scowled.

"Well I know that, that's why I blame you . . . you know what? I'll have Frank talk
to his formidable mother," Padfoot cheered him up and stopped. "Come on. Let's call
it quits. My side is killing me and cramping up."

His friend laughed. "That was perhaps 20 minutes."

"Nevertheless it's enough. Too much is unhealthy." Sirius smiled as he took slow
steady breaths.

"If you would apply this attitude to other things."

"Well I do that. But believe me, Frank won't let you down!"

XXXXXXXXX

When Lily left her flat, she could not let the opportunity slip away to take a look and admire
the dead bird on the threshold of her neighbor's flat. "You did a good job;” she cooed to
her cat and ruffled Minnie behind the ears. Leisurely the cat sat down on the sill while Lily
closed the door.

"I am back around 5, Minnie. Have a beautiful day," and she ruffled the cat a last
time. With a meow the cat said good-bye and Lily left the apartment.

She had turned around the corner of the hall, when James came from the other direction. Sweat
ran down his face and he breathed deeply. Despite being tired from his early run, he had run up the
stairs. When he had reached the last step he immediately saw the gigantic fur ball sitting on the
sill.

With playful movements the tail of the cat whipped up and down. Both eyed the other
critically.

"So, that bird was a present from you," James grinned and bent down. The large cat
didn't break the eye contact. It seemed like to examine him properly.

James carefully extended his hand out for Minerva to snuff. The cat reminded him more of a
monstrous Kneazle, with its bushy tiger like fur, the large paws, her large ears, her bright green
eyes, and the too small pink nose. These eyes reminded James of someone, but he could for the life
of him who it was. Carefully he stroked over the large head and over the back, when he noticed a
collar, which was deeply buried under the thick fur.

"Look what we found here. Now I will know whom you belong to," he said enthusiastic
and dug for the collar.

There was not the name of the owner, unfortunately, but it was the name of the cat.

*~Minerva~*

Prongs almost jumped a foot in the air and immediately let go of the collar. He would have
fallen on his backside, but he used his hands to catch himself.

That couldn't be McGonagall. He had seen her in her Animagus form and she definitely
hadn't looked that way. In addition James reminded himself, that Minerva McGonagall was still
teaching at Hogwarts. Molly Weasley had told him proudly only some time ago that her second son had
come to Gryffindor.

"Who, in the name of Merlin, would give you such a name,” James asked astonished,
"Your owner must be really old and senile." Minnie hissed threateningly and her ears
flattened against her head.

"Wow, don't get your fur in a twist!” he lifted his hands in an unthreatening manmer,
"Your owner is not old and senile. The opposite, she is absolutely pretty and simply
stunning!"

“*Meow.*”

"Hey, are you talking to me?"

“*Meow.*”

James blinked briefly. *I got up too early*; he thought and ran his hands over his face.
*Or Lily hexed me and now I'm having* *hallucinations.* Shakily he got up again and
went to his door. "By the way, you can take the dead bird away. Alright?"

Minerva simply looked at him and again moved her bushy tail up and down. Prongs unlocked the
door and disappeared in his flat.

However Minnie got up from the threshold and tiptoed down the stairs, in order to catch another
bird, or perhaps also a mouse. She would decide when something crossed her way under the elder bush
in the neighbor garden.

XXXXXXXXXXX

Lily arranged some documents on her desk. *How is it that I manage to have my desk look as if
a Niffler had rooted through it already?* She shook the thought from her head as a loud
"crack" sounded and James apparated in front of her. For a short moment Lily was tempted
to scold him for apparating directly into the office so thoughtlessly, but when she saw the look on
his face she forgot this intention immediately.

"Good morning, Lily," he greeted and ran his hand through his already messy hair.

"Morning James,” she answered colder than she actually wanted to and he slightly flinched
at the sound of her voice.

"Lily, you know what happened yesterday evening . . . I'm sorry. I know that went too
far."

Surprised, she looked up from her desk. The last thing she had expected was James
apologizing.

"Well, my prank was . . .” she began and blushed, but he interrupted her.

"No, I had deserved it," he replied completely engulfed in humility and his hazel eyes
looked at her sadly.

*I have to admit* considered Lily *He can* *apologize and excite compassion*
*extremel**y well*, she smirked. *H**e* *probably had a lot of practice*
*from his time in school*.

"It's okay," she said in a friendlier tone. "I believe we should start
fresh," she offered, "We'll simply forget that you..."

Melanie seized the handle hastily and opened the office door. Immediately Lily grew silent.

"Good morning," wished Mel merrily, but her heart raced with excitement. *That
was* *clos**e*, she thought and patted herself mentally on the shoulder for the fact
that she had decided to listen at the door when she had heard a loud noise that had sounded like a
crack. Melanie had assumed both would be fighting and Lily had broken something from anger, but she
had not expected that they would want to talk about all that mess. *That could have gone
terribl**y* *wrong*, Melanie breathed deeply.

"Morning," murmured her two colleagues and James sat down hastily behind his desk.

*It**s clear that both don't* *want to* *speak in front me*, laughed
Melanie in her thoughts. *Those* *two* *are so* *easy to figure out* and she
sat down behind her desk.

The morning passed very quickly. Lily and James threw each other furtive looks, and each time
the other didn't see it.

Lily wished that she could hex Melanie because she had interrupted her discussion with James.
*We could have make up*, she groaned. *Then everything would* *have been so much*
*simpler. Then we could talk normally, like colleagues. We wouldn't be silent and I could get
to know him.* Dreamily she regarded his muscular torso. *I wonder how it is to lie in his
arms* and she glanced out of the window.

*Why did Mel have to burst in like that?* James thought annoyed as he regarded Lily, who
had risen to search something in a file. He tried to commit her every feature in his memory. A
crème white silk blouse and a knee-length black skirt coated her slim shape. Prongs glanced over
her body down to her delicate feet. He knew that despite her high-heeled shoes she would probably
reach under his chin and he asked himself how it probably felt to hold Lily in his arms. To feel
her body and inhale her smell. *Perhaps I could talk now with Lily and invite her to dinner. But
no, Mela**nie sits here like a dragon on* *i**t**s eggs and doesn't move at
all. Why is t**he Imperius forbidden? I w**ould* *really like to* *use it
now.*

James was pondering how he could invite Lily for dinner, when his telephone rang.

“James Potter,” he said.

"Frank here," answered a well-known voice.

"Hey Frank, how are you?" Lily listened suddenly up and so did Melanie.

"Aha. Mhhh," hummed James. "Surprises? Today I talked with a cat. Nothing can
surprise me anymore today," he laughed and Lily couldn't help but to look at him
longingly. Her gaze moved slowly over his face, his neck. Admired again the muscular torso and...
then was the desk in the way.

*Damn!* *I wish I was an* *Occlumens*, Lily thought angrily.
*Th**e**n I would know what's going on in the back of his head!*

But unfortunately she could not read minds so she listened strained for the meager answers,
which James gave.

"Wow, three days?!" James burst out.

*Oh bugger*, she thought and closed weakens her eyes. That couldn't be true. *He will
close the contract on the same day as I. Now it depends on the second. Oh no, I hate stress,*
Lily groaned and was close to permitting her head to fall on top of her desk. *I should transform
Frank at the next opportunity into a heap of ash*, she decided.

Lily saw James hung up with satisfaction. Mel smirked. "Who wants a cup of coffee?"
she inquired and got off her chair. *On to the next round*, *now they won't make up*.
. . *Now I must watch out* *and make sure* *that they don't do anything mutually to
one another*, considered Melanie evilly.

"Yes,” answered Lily, "With milk please."

"And you James?” Melanie asked sugar-sweetly.

"Nothing, thanks," he rejected the offer.

Melanie disappeared from the office and silence spread again, until James spoke.

"What did you want to say before Mel came in?" He leaned self-assuredly on the
desk.

"Uhm, we should start anew from the beginning. We will close the contracts now on the same
day, and then we'll be on the same level,” she smiled, however she wanted to see Sirius
Black's signature around midnight on the contract.

"We'll have the contracts on the same day in the bag, but who will have the signature
from us first?” James seemed to read her thoughts.

"I don't know," Lily said.

Prongs studied her in detail. "You believe that you'll close the deal first," he
assured her on the head and she swallowed heavily. *Is my fac**ial* *expression so
traitorous*, Lily pondered?

"No, I don't believe that," she denied fast, however too fast.

James looked at her knowingly. "What do you think of a bet," he offered. “To give the
whole situation a bit more flavor."

Lily considered his suggestion for a second before answering slowly: "Alright . . . The
bet?"

"Something we normally wouldn't do."

Small wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she thought about the bet he was proposing. But it
was the perfect opportunity to connect the unpleasant with the pleasant. "I know. It seems to
me that you don't cook often, Muggle style anyways." She said triumphantly. "If I
close my contract first, you must cook for me."

James gave her a tormented look telling her that she had been correct in her assumption. *How
do Muggles cook?* *Have I ever* *actually ever do**ne* *that,* he
considered; but then he came to his senses that he had to think something for Lily.

"Do you regularly play sports?” He asked. Lily had a bad feeling about what he was
suggesting. She had a good figure, but that had been given to her from outset. Sport? It was a
foreign word for her. "No, actually not," she answered slowly.

James grinned nastily. "I go jogging twice a week. I would be pleased to have your
company.”

"Okay," she answered in the firm conviction to win, "My witch's word of honor
against your wizard one."

"Well well," he said and took his wand out of his desk and Lily also dug her wand out
of her handbag.

"Word of honor," both said and from two directions supplied golden and silver jets to
the other. They devoured themselves into one another and exactly in the moment, as Melanie exploded
into the room with the coffee.

Hastily Lily and James hid their wands.

"What was that?” Mel asked surprised.

"There was a reflection of light from that neighboring building," James lied very
fast.

"Again?” She wanted to know.

Lily looked at James asking. Apparently this hadn't been the first time Melanie had burst in
while James had been doing a charm.

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Sirius waited anxiously in front of the Bones' house. He nervously fiddled with his fly
again. It was against his habit to be over-punctually and early, but here he was waiting for Lily.
James would have never forgiven him if he had made her wait.

*I wonder what will happen tonight*, Padfoot pondered and politely greeted a man and a
woman, who climbed the stairs up to the door as he continued to wait. The party was already in full
swing and he suspected that the worse could happen. The parties with the Bones were notorious and
like each year James would also come and together they would mingle with the upper members of
society. He hoped at least.

Light of a car came slowly more near and finally stopped before the house. The door of the black
cab opened and a foot appeared, then a second, and then the person stepped out completely. Although
only an aged, weak lantern lit up the sidewalk Sirius was at a lost for words*. I wonder how
would Lily look without the long black cloak?*

"Good evening," she greeted and smiled. “I'm sorry, I'm late.”

"Don't be sorry." Padfoot collected himself again and offered her his arm.

Lily studied him in detail. He wore elegant and tailor made dress robes. Now everything became
clear. Why hadn't she thought about it sooner?

"Are there Muggles here as well this evening?” She asked without hesitation.

"No, wizard community only,” answered Sirius merrily.

*He knows that I am a witch*, considered Lily, *James* *must have* *talked to
him*.

"Then James will be here this evening as well?” She continued to inquire.

“He will somewhat later and then we'll mix up the party," he grinned and she smiled.
Sirius pushed the bell button and after two seconds the door opened. Lily could not recognize
anybody and it was clear to her that there were probably several house-elves that performed their
work invisibly.

"May I take your cloak?” Sirius asked and placed himself ready behind her.

"Thanks," Lily said as she unfastened her cloak. When Padfoot had taken the cloak off
of her shoulders he stared at her in shock. She wore an olive-colored, long silk dress, which
gleamed different hues and shades in the light with each of her movements, was held together in her
neck by two diamonds and hugged her slim figure in the perfect places. But that wasn't it, that
him, Sirius Black had caused lack of words. Rather it was her exposed back, which extended from her
neck to short over her coccyx. Sirius swallowed heavily and turned around.

*Don't look at her*, he thought. *Don't even think about what you want to think.
That is* *James' terrain* *alone. Hopefully Marlene will be here to distract
me**,* prayed Sirius to Merlin.

"Shall we?” Lily asked and smiled.

"Sure," Sirius turned to her and offered her his arm.

Together they entered the salon and Lily took in the atmosphere immediately to herself. The high
dark-green walls were decorated with old paintings that had heavy golden frames. The ceiling was
decorated with unloading stucco works and heavy carpets partly covered the shining Mahogany
parquet. Heavy armchairs and showcases filled with historic relics reminded the onlookers how
historically important this area had to be. How many important decisions were made here could only
be suspected and Lily let the feeling sprinkle over her and encouraged her. This was her evening to
enjoy and relish, and she knew it.

Lily saw immediately that there must have been an enlargement charm laid on the house because no
one would have expected so many people to fit in one place. Warm lights from hidden sources lit the
black Dressrobes of the gentlemen and the colored dresses or dress robes of the women.

Padfoot was embarrassingly conscious that everyone was looking at Lillian and him. Surely they
all pondered about the young woman, why she accompanied him the last heir to the Black Family,
where he knew her from, and particularly what the relationship status between them was.

Heads held up high they mixed with the society and Sirius had his hands full explaining the
presence of Lily to everyone, all of whom welcomed and regarded her curiously. Padfoot was beside
himself with nerves with all the questions, as if he was on a debutante's ball, but drew a deep
relieved breath when Frank Longbottom with his girlfriend, Alice, and his mother came and took the
thing into hand.

In safe distance Sirius sat relaxing in one of the cozy armchairs, with a Firewhisky in his hand
and couldn't hide a smile. His female company was entangled into and unreasonable amount of
discussions of several wizards and witches. Augusta stood guarding beside her favorite and made
sure that nobody came too close.

*Like a security dragon, I should recommend her to Gringotts,* he thought and had to stifle
his laughter

"Where have you left Lillian?" A voice asked and Padfoot turned to the newcomer.

"Prongs, it's about time. I'm already bored to death. See the cobwebs?" He
pointed under his arms.

"You and bored?"

“Yeah, nobody engages me in a conversation.”

"Oh," James grinned. "The large black dog has nobody to play with."

"Yeah, I have nobody," pouted his best friend, "Lillian was snatched away from
me."

James pulled up a brow and regarded him skeptically. "Is she still here? I don't see
her at all."

"Naturally she is still here. She is over there," he pointed in the direction where
she was talking. "However you cannot see her, because the Prewetts, Bones, and Abbots have
encircled her and soon will talk her into coma. Since our arrival I've probably said two
sentences to her."

"Well, I will rescue her then,” Prongs decided it was time, patted Sirius cheerily on the
shoulder and walked to the group that had circled Lily.

"James, wait," Padfoot wanted to stop him, because he could imagine the reaction of
his best friend, when he would see Lillian in this dress. But Prongs only declined and
continued.

James approached the small crowd. Now he could see her shining red hair, it was put up in and
elegant knot and she wore silver, spiral earrings, those merrily began to dance, when she moved her
head. When he saw her face he noticed immediately that she was bored to death and only out of
politeness smiled and answered questions.

Lily suddenly felt like someone was watching her and she looked past Gideon Prewett. There James
stood. His hair was, as always, wild and messy; his glasses reflected briefly the light, when he
came to her. On his face a smile appeared, which caused her knees to become soft. And then her eyes
moved over his torso. The black material of his suit stretched itself perfectly over his broad
shoulders. His jacket was open and a narrow black tie divided his white shirt. His shape reminded
her much of a picture of the Beatles, where all four wore these suits and around the neck had bound
this tie.

He looked simple... amazing.

Self-assuredly Prongs came to her. "Good evening, Lillian," he said in a voice that
nearly caused Lily to faint.

Just now he could see her full appearance and he could only just stare at her. No thought was in
his head. No consideration went through his mind. No word reached his tongue. James was like
petrified.

"Hello, James,” she said and she extended her hand for him to take. He took it reflexively
and instead of shaking it he placed a kiss on the back of her hand which caused chill to run up her
spine. When his lips left her soft skin he was again the master of his senses and he knew why he
had come to her.

Augusta regarded the scene warily, along with the others who were standing around and talking to
Lily moments before.

"Lily, can I talk to you for a second?” James asked. "There is some matter concerning
one of our customers." He saw the alarmed look of Mrs. Longbottom and felt the invisible
arrows in his back, which his competitors had shot wordlessly at him.

“Sure, " she answered. "Excuse me for a second," Lily smiled and raked herself
under his arm.

They had gone a few steps, when it broke from her. "Oh Merlin, thanks. I thought nobody
would rescue me."

James laughed. "I saw the look on your face that you bored to death. Then I thought I would
rescue you.”

"I will be grateful for it for all eternity!" She answered sovereignty and together
walked over to Sirius.

"Ah, James released you from your fans," he grinned, "Then we should made a run
for it, before someone notices you not surrounded."

"But where?"

"Next door is the dance salon," suggested James. "We could go there."

"I heard no music," Lily was surprised.

"There are silencing charms so that the guests are not disturbed by the music in here. The
Bones thinks simply of all," he explained.

"Oh, well then, let's go," and they went together over the corridor.

The dance salon was still larger and it looked completely different from the sitting area in
which they had been before. Brightly and friendly they were welcomed with white and apricot colored
walls. There were huge mirrors and bright parquet. There were as many witches and wizards in this
room as in the first one. Sirius observed the crowd with a shrewd eye

"Ah, there is Marlene! You excuse me please," he smiled and disappeared.

"Well this is awkward," James said as he shook his head, "He invites you and then
leaves you here with me."

"Well, we must do the best of it," she sighed playfully.

"I think, we will succeed,” he insured her. "Would you like to dance?"

"I would love to."

Together they walked on the dance floor. James took her right hand into his left and put his
other hand on her hip. With his fingertips, he touched her naked skin and he felt that she got
goose bumps.

"Are you cold?” he inquired worriedly.

"No," she answered and she felt heat rise into her cheeks. When she had put her left
hand on his shoulder he made the first step and they moved with others in perfect waltz time, which
was the music at the moment. It was not a large distance between them and the few around them. They
shared were sufficient, in order to create their hearts racing.

In James the thoughts began piling up. *Lily got goose bumps because of me! Because of me!
Because I affected her*, he thought pleased and smiled at her, when she looked up to him - and
her green eyes gentle, nearly shy looked into his brown.

Lily felt his hand strongest on her hip, although his fingers only rested there easily on her
skin and stayed there. He made no movement, undertook no attempt to feel more of her. She looked up
to him, in the moment as James saw down to her and again his warm eyes caught her.

*If he could affect her in such a way only by looking at her, how would it be then to feel
James with her* *whole body?* Lily considered and her fantasy drew clear lines, which
almost caught her breath.

James was disappointed when the music had finished. The confidenceness had been too short, the
security, which had blossomed between them, was gone.

“Thanks for the dance," he said with a raw voice.

"It doesn't have to end yet," gathered Lily all her courage and spoke what came to
her mind. Damn! They were 24 years old and they had grown out of teenage habits.

Prongs smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Suddenly the invisible web of self-consciousness evaporated and both drew a deep relieved
breath. Exactly in this moment of new music started. It was strong, fiery, but melancholy and
passionate at the same time. It was a Tango.

Lily moved closer to James and his hand moved from her hip up to her back. Gently and
determining at the same time he led her into the first sway steps of the sultry dance. Her cheek
rested on his chest and his smell preoccupied her senses. His heartbeat reached in her ear, strong
and full.

James held his breath when Lily leaned closer and he felt her body intensely. But then he took
her reliably with him. She followed him with closed eyes. Lily let herself fall; she was led only
by his impulses. Two slow agonizing steps were followed by two quick steps before a final slow
step. He led her in several steps that allowed her to show off her agility and sculpted body before
he pulled her close and started with the basic step once more. A turn followed. He observed how
small strands of her hair fell out of her put-up and swayed together with her earrings back and
forth*.*

*Like three days ago,* Prongs thought, *w**hen I met her the first time*. But he
continued. He pursued her several steps. But Lily felt secure, she could not fall, because his
hand, no, his whole arm held her and offered her security.

Again James stopped. Lily's leg skimmed along his; played a little. Then she separated from
him. Stepped around him, her hand roamed over his chest, shoulder and back. His hand reached for
hers and led Lily exactly by a turn before him. With her back leaned now on his chest, her fingers
groped along his thighs and stayed there, his hand rested on her belly. James's torso gave her
a new impulse and closely pushed together walked sideways.

The world around them was blurred. Only the two of them existed. Lily and James. There was only
the body of the other and the music, which gave the direction of their movements.

Again James stopped her, again her leg skimmed along his. Again she drew ornaments on the
parquet, walked around him and seduced him with her touch. He turned to her, pulled her close and
led her through the last steps, which would mean the end of the music. When the last tones sounded
they preformed the last steps, again he pursued her over the dancefloor. James stopped abruptly and
Lily reached him one second later and pushed to him. Fast he put his arms around her and supported
her. Then the music was silent and they remained in this position.

Both breathed fast, when looked at each other. Their lips were only centimeters away and then
applause fallowed.

When they heard the sound both snapped back into reality and looked bewilderedly around. They
were the only one on the dance floor. Everyone else had been spectators to their seductive dance.
Everyone had seen how they had enticed each other, had led in temptation.

Both knew something by heart. Something had changed. Tomorrow everything would be different.
Nothing like it had been three days ago.

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4. Judge and Conviction
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Chapter 4 - Judge and Conviction

When the applause was gone Lily and James disappeared again in the crowed. They both felt like
they were teenagers who had been discovered snogging in the trophies room by the caretaker. While
still out of breath they regarded each other expectantly.

"Is that the way you mix up society?" Lily smiled and brushed a strand of hair from
her face.

"Well," James coughed, "Usually I don't dance with Sirius." He grinned
and she began to laugh.

"Good to know," she winked and straightened his tie, but stopped when she noticed what
she did.

Prongs grinned down at her and whispered a seductive, "Thanks."

"No problem," she whispered embarrassed.

"Wow! What can I say about that show?" Someone laughed behind them and they both
turned to see Sirius approaching them. On his arm he had a young woman with brown curls and gentle
blue eyes. "I only left you two alone for a few seconds!" Padfoot snapped playfully.
James also laughed.

"Someone had to get this party started. Now you can follow *my* lead and by dancing
with Marlene," and he welcomed the girl by embracing her.

"My dear," she grinned. "You two charmed the crowd and the charm is lost. It
wouldn't be the same."

Lily could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "Please excuse me for a moment," she
smiled. She had to get away from James and his aura. Actually, she would have loved to have stayed
within his proximity, but she had this feeling that she would reveal something from herself in
Marlene McKinnon's presence. Something important that should remain unsaid and unknown. At
least for a while longer.

James watched as Lily walked away. He was entranced as she walked gracefully out of the dance
salon to freshen up, or he assumed to freshen up. In a trance, he admired her figure until the last
dip of her dress had disappeared.

"Do you think she wears underwear?" Padfoot pondered and Marlene shot him glare.

"James, close your mouth. You don't look very attractive at the moment,” Marlene
chastised him and he followed her instructions.

"Yeah exactly, Prongs," Sirius smirked, "Not we're going to have to give you
a bib."

"Look who is talking," countered James sourly. “You aren't one to reprimand anyone
on drooling over girls . . .” Sirius looked like James had just slapped him.

"James,” he said in a formal tone. "What you're talking about? Especially since
we're in the presence of a lady," he gestured to Marlene. She rolled her eyes, but grinned
nonetheless.

"Save it, Sirius," James snorted.

"As you wish, my love,” he smiled sweetly, "Now, you Jamie, do you still want to talk
to Augusta? Perhaps she will sign the contract and then you'll be promoted and not our
attractive Lillian." He batted his dark lashes.

"Sirius!" Marlene slapped him indignantly on the shoulder. “What are you
doing?"

"I'm only worried for James' career!" he said as he rubbed the place where she
had hit him.

"It does not concern only James' career!" She said again. "It's really
unfair. Lillian doesn't deserve that.”

"Doesn't deserve or deserve, it's all the same," he repelled her opinion.
“Well then, go Prongs. Come on, go!” And he pushed him forward. James looked miserablely at
them.

"See? He doesn't want to go! " Marlene said obviously.

"Sure he does!” And Padfoot pushed him roughly into Augusta's direction. "Come on!
Move!” He instructed him and James went hesitatingly toward the formidable looking woman. He felt
like he was 5 years old again, like the time he had to go to her and had to say, “Good day,” to
Augusta Longbottom for the first time. She had looked always looked so formidable, as if she would
eat everyone who said a wrong word.

"Sirius, you've made a large mistake," Marlene hissed, “James isn't concerned
about his job! He never was and you know it. There is more between them." She told him
hotly.

"What should there be?" He asked insulted.

She looked at him disbelievingly. "Don't actually you're *that* stupid, are
you? You just saw them together. Think about it and then come talk to me!" And she rushed
off.

Sirius looked surprised after her. *Think? Think about what? Oh boy, women were always so
complicated. Never they could answer directly. Always these damn suggestions,* he growled.

"Where is everyone?" Asked Lily, which was suddenly beside him.

"Marlene went back to talk to her mother," he lied, “And James is getting himself a
drink."

"Oh," she answered and played with her hands. An awkward silence settled between them
as Lily continued to play with her hands and looked around the salon. Witches and wizards passed
them and smiled friendly. Until Lily discovered Fabian and Gideon Prewett both of who were
observing the salon with eagle eyes.

"Quick", she whispered urgently to Sirius. "Mr. Black! Please hide me!"

"Oh so formal now," he laughed, "Any friend of James is a friend of mine. Call me
Sirius," and he placed himself protectively in front of her. Fortunately for Lily they were
standing close to a large Benjamin tree, which helped to cover them.

Lily peeped between the branches and past Sirius' shoulder. *Any friend of James is a
friend of mine**?* Her eyes searched the high wizarding society, but she didn't see
dark, untidy hair anywhere. This chance had to be used, even if it wasn't particularly fair of
her.

"Well, Mr. Black..."

"No!" He scolded her, "I said call me Sirius."

"Mh, okay. Sirius... "

"Yes, Lillian?" He interrupted her again, which caused her to roll her eyes with
frustration.

"If any friend of James is a friend of yours that means that I am a friend too,
correct?"

"Yes...?" Padfoot answered with curiosity in his voice. What was Lily up to?

"Friends help friends, correctly?"

Sirius turned and looked at the redhead out of the corner of his eye. His black hair fell easily
in his face and he brushed it with a hand to the side. His eyes studied her in detail and his left
eyebrow rose expectantly in a sign he was waiting to hear what she had to say. Abashedly, Lily
lowered her eyes and played with her hands again. *Since when* *have men had* *such an
effect on me**?* Lily pondered. *When wa**s the last time I lowered my eyes? That
has**n't happen f**or ages. What is it about these British men**?*

"We could spare us many troubles if we just get over everything as soon as possible. I talk
with Augusta and then everyone gets what they want and everybody will be happy," she said. A
glint flamed up in Padfoot's eyes and his mouth slowly formed to a smile.

"That was a good attempt, Lillian."

"My friends call me Lily.” she winked now more confidently.

"Lily, it was a good attempt, but not good enough," Sirius taunted lightly.

"I don't understand what you mean," she asked suspiciously and tried to keep from
glaring at her client.

"Lily, Lily, Lily," He answered in a blaming tone, "I don't understand every
word that comes out of a woman's mouth, but I know exactly what you're up to." She
thought about her chances and figured that it was worth a shot. *Damn*, she swore. *He got
me*.

"Was I even close to getting you to close this deal?" Lily inquired and stepped out
from behind Sirius.

"It would certainly have worked with Peter, but not with me," he answered
truthfully.

"Peter?” Lily asked curiously, “Who's Peter?"

"Nobody important . . . ah, there's James," Padfoot said and distracted her. Peter
was not his favorite topic for discussion. When Prongs was close, Sirius could see that his best
friend had been out of luck.

"How did it go?" he whispered nevertheless.

"Have *you* ever tried to give a dragon a bath?" James asked. Sirius grinned at
this answer and patted him on the shoulder. Lily regarded the scene. Hadn't James gone to get
himself a drink? He had returned with out one, and Lily found that strange. While she was lost in
her thoughts, a sudden flash of reddish hair snapped her back to reality.

"Sirius! Quick! Hide me!" She pleaded and again Padfoot placed himself protectively
before her.

"What's that suppose to mean?" James asked astonished and slightly jealous. Wait .
. . he was jealous?

"She is hiding because of Fabian and Gideon. They're hunting her like a hawk hunts
mice.

"Understandably," Prongs placed himself beside Sirius to hide Lily better.

"Are they gone?" She asked after a few moments.

“You can come out," answered Sirius and stepped to the side, so that Lily stood between
them. "I need a drink, you too?" Both James and Lily declined and Padfoot rushed off to
the bar.

"So...” Prongs began. "Would you like..."

"Lillian,” someone said suddenly from behind them and Prongs knew immediately who it was.
*Please don't say any**thing to me*, James pleaded. Lily didn't need to know that
he had asked Mrs Longbottom again about the contract.

"Auntie?” Lily turned to her. "How can I help you?"

James thought it was very funny that Lillian called Augusta Longbottom, `Auntie.' Could one
really give a nickname to this woman? Only if they were as courageous as a lion, and Lillian Evans
was more than courageous.

"The Sprouts would like to meet you,” the old woman said to her kindly, but with her usual
formidable face.

Lily looked desperately to James and then at a nearby grandfather clock. It was nearly 11
o'clock.

"Auntie, I have . . .” she truly wanted to say that she had promised Minnie that she
wouldn't come back too late. But when she thought of that reasoning, she knew she couldn't
say that. What would James think of her if he knew that she gave such outrageous promises to her
cat? And for what? Just so she didn't have to deal with the bad mood of her cat the next day.
For days Minnie would stretch her small furry body in her face, if she didn't come home on
time.

"I need to get up early tomorrow. James and I were just talking about leaving. We have to
do a lot of work tomorrow," Lily looked at her with large puppy dog eyes that would have
softened anyone's heart. And that `anyone' included one, Augusta Longbottom.

"Well alright then darling. A rain-check will do for now, but next week I want you to meet
them!”

"As you wish, auntie," Lily sweet-talked and embraced her cordially.

James had watched the scene with amusement and awoke from his dazed state when Lily nudged him.
He said good-bye somewhat more formally to Mrs. Longbottom and together he left with his charming
companion.

"That was close," she breathed relieved, "I don't think I could stand to have
her showing me off again."

"This time you would have had me for support," James flirted when he helped her into
her cloak. He put a coat on, that underlined his elegant style even more and left Lily with
butterflies in her stomach.

What would happen now when they left the party together, she pondered. Would he use the next
opportunity to take her into his arms and kiss her? Probably not, Lily told herself off and linked
her arm with his.

"Would you like to have a little walk?" James asked and drove his hand through his
hair. It was already clear that this was no gesture from nervousness, but from habit.

"Sure," Lily replied and moved closer to him, and then they stepped out the door and
into the clear night. The door closed behind them automatically and together they walked down the
stairs. Weak light illuminated the sidewalk and only the noise of Lily's high heels rang out in
the night.

"It's a beautiful evening," Lily said aimlessly.

"Despite having narrowly escaped the doom of having discussions with the most boring
wizards Britain that is the best conversation starter you have? The weather?" James asked
mockingly and looked down to her.

"I didn't mean it like that. No, I meant the evening with you," and Lily had said,
but she actually wanted to keep for herself. *Oh no, how could I*? Desperate she closed her
eyes. What had her mother told her? *Never show a man too early that you like him. Otherwise he
will fluff up like a peacock and stalks around like one.*

"I think the evening with you was beautiful too," returned James steadfastly and both
stopped. Lily looked up to him. His face was half in the dark and his otherwise brown eyes looked
now black. The shadow of small hairs along his jaw line glittered briefly when he smiled and a
scent of his cologne surrounded her. A gust of wind arose and drove under her cloak. She shivered,
but in the next second James had already wrapped his arms protectingly around her.

His warmth filled her body or was it her own heat that arose in her? It was long ago that
someone had held her in his arms in such a way.

Emerald peered into dark eyes. There it was again, this moment where everything around them
crackled. Again the air was electrified and made it possible that anything and everything could
happen. James bent slowly down to Lily. Nearer and nearer came her lips. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and led him to her. Everything was so perfect . . . and nevertheless both suspected
that they suddenly . . .

"HEY! WHY DID YOU GO WITHOUT ME?!”

. . . would be disturbed. Frightened both turned their faces into the direction of Sirius. Their
cheeks brushed together and both got an electrical impact, which caused Lily and James to jump
apart. Sirius walked hastily to them. Neither of them dared to look at the other.

"You could have waited for me," snapped Padfoot, when he had reached them.

"Everything went rather fast," James choked, but at that moment he would have loved to
Avada Kedavra his best friend.

"Yeah, sorry,” Lily said nervously, "Well, I should go now, it is really late."
Briefly she looked up to Prongs. "See you tomorrow, James. And I'll come to your house
around 9, Sirius. Good night." she said gently and disapparated.

"Padfoot, if the Unforgivable Curses were not unforgivable, you would be punished right
with one of them," James growled.

"Hey, sorry, mate!" Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "If I had seen what you
two were doing, I would have waited patiently."

"That is it,” James growled, “We did nothing!"

"Then it wasn't bad that I disturbed you,” Sirius concluded logically. James let his
shoulders hang.

"I'm going home; I need something to distract me."

"Well, you do that, Jamie-kins, your time will come!” Padfoot grinned, before he
disapparated likewise.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Lily apparated into her flat, everything was dark and only the light of the streetlight shone
through the curtains.

"Oh Merlin,” she sighed while turning on a light. "Minnie? Where are you?" She
called, but no meow rang out. "Minnie? You small, thick fur ball, if you are laying on my bed
again so help me . . ." Hastily Lily ran for her bedroom.

There was Minerva lying curled up to a ball and sleeping peacefully. "Minnie! Wake up, you
wont believe what happened . . . well almost happened.” Her cat lifted her head leisurely, blinked
sleepily, and regarded her owner with partially opened eyes.

"He almost kissed me," Lily babbled like a small girl who had just gotten a new doll.
"Can you imagine that? We were that close and . . . Oh Minnie," Lily sighed and fell on
her bed, that her cat was strongly jostled and let out an aggravated meow.

Minerva rose gracefully, stretched briefly, tripped a few steps, and collapsed with a slump onto
Lily's chest, which was cause for a momentary loss of air.

"Minnie!” She coughed. "Now be happy for me!" But her cat showed no sign, but
closed the eyes and waited for her to be finally chucked behind the ears.

XXXXXXXXXXX

James ran through his dwelling with a butter beer in his hand. His tie hung loosely around his
neck and his shirt was opened and pulled out from his trousers. *Now playing piano*, he sighed
and sat down on the bench, but then it occurred to him that the piano was broken. *Then
I**'ll just have to* *listen music*, he went over to his stereo and pressed the
play button. A piece of concert sounded immediately and a James closed slowly his eyes and listened
to the music.

*Tomorrow I**'ll* *ask her if she**'ll* *go* *out with
me*, he swore and drank another sip of his butterbeer.

XXXXXXXXX

With great difficulty Lily had lifted Minerva from her belly to prepare for bed, when she heard
it. Music was playing again from the neighbor's apartment.

"Oh, please not tonight," she groaned, "This idiot always plays music at the
latest hours.” She rushed into the living room, where her wand lay on the table.
"Silencio!" she said and pointed to the wall. Immediately there was silence. *That
sh**ould* *do it*, thought Lily as put her wand back and walked back to her
bedroom.

James opened his eyes with astonishment. The record wasn't finished yet. Why had the music
grown silent? "This is certainly another joke of Padfoot and Moony,” he growled and took his
wand. "Finite!" Prongs said and again the music sounded and he leaned relaxed back.

XXXXXXXXX

Lily had set one foot into her bed as she stiffened. *This* *can't be*
*happening*, she thought furiously and went back into the living room. Rearmed with her wand,
she said the incantation again.

XXXXXXXXX

James opened one eye questioningly. The music had again grown silent. Why was this happening?
Padfoot hadn't done these pranks since their second school year and now he pulled these old
thinks out of his *prank factory*. That's what he used to call his brain sometimes. Slowly
James took his wand and ended the charm again.

XXXXXXXXX

Lily had just turned around when she jerked back. "Argh!!!!! This can't be happening!”
she swore. "Not again! *Silencio!*”

XXXXXXXXX

“*Finite!*” James countered, when again silence occurred.

XXXXXXXXX

"**Silencio!**”

XXXXXXXXX

"**Finite!**"

XXXXXXXXX

"**Silencio!**”

XXXXXXXXX

"**Finite!**"

XXXXXXXXX

"**Silencio!**" Lily said furiously and cried afterwards, "Turn off the damn
music!"

XXXXXXXXX

Prongs had heard the request of his neighbor clearly through the wall. "Okay!” He roared
back and switched everything off. “I can't even listen to music if I want,” he mumbled and went
into his bedroom.

XXXXXXXXX

"Finally!” Lily sighed and went to bed.

XXXXXXXXX

James hastily walked down the sidewalk. It had seemed like it was an eternity before Augusta had
signed everything. *She did that on* *purpose**, th**at* *hag*, he swore
and walked faster. Small clouds decorated the silver-blue sky. It had become colder and small
clouds ascended from passing people as they breathed in the cold air.

Actually James wanted to apparate directly to the office, but his sense of honor forbade it,
because he already knew that Lily would be coming in the Muggle way from Sirius. In the last night
many things had been going through his head, which had been interrupted when his neighbor had
disturbed him. *Old woman*, he growled again. *And then* *there was another* *dead
mouse on my threshold* *again this morning. I will pay that* *cat back* *when*
*the next opportunity* *presents itself**. I said it to her in a good way,* and
James conceived plans, how he would cure Minerva of putting dead animals down before his
dwelling.

His rambling thoughts found a sudden end, when he had reached the stately red brick building.
Impatiently he entered the elevator. As usual he zoned out to the sound of the sleep-inducing
music, which was playing in each elevator. Passengers awoke only from this trance when the
"Bing" sounded that announced the right floor.

"Bing"

James looked up, the indication of the third floor was illuminated and he stepped out.

"Good morning, James," He was welcomed like always with a sugar-sweet voice by
Estelle.

“Morning," he hummed back and went into his office. The receipt lady looked astonished
after him.

When Prongs closed the door behind him he recognized instantly the one person behind the desk.
To be exact, it was Lily who sat behind her desk and only her and his desk stood in the office.
Where was Melanie's desk?

"Hello James," said Lily somewhat shyly.

"Hello Lily, what you're doing here?" He asked astonished.

She smiled at him. "I waited for you."

James placed his bag perplexedly on the table. "W-w-why?"

"I wanted to go with you to talk to David."

"O -- Okay, then let's go," he babbled and took the briefcase with the documents
from his bag.

Silently they left the office and went down the corridor to David Dunvegan's office. James
had thousands thoughts running through his head when he knocked and opened the door, after an
imperious "Come in!" sounded. Both looked surprised for a short moment before glancing at
each other.

Carefully they entered the huge office. David sat enthroned like always behind his gigantic
desk, which seemed to Lily in this moment rather like a judge chair, with James and her on the
dock.

"Aha, there you are. Sit down, I must have a serious word with you two," he said
grave.

Lily had immediately the feeling of distrust and worry. What was the matter? Had She done
something wrong that she didn't know of? James sat down beside her and regarded his boss
expectantly.

"Lillian, James," he began. "At first, what leads you to me? Did you two come to
the realization that it was wrong?"

"We brought along our contracts," Prongs answered calm, but was surprised at the same
time what David meant. *Did I do something*? James pondered and felt transferred back into his
time at Hogwarts. But now he didn't sit in front of a friendly Dumbledore, but before a
controlling David Dunvegan.

"Okay, okay," their boss waved the fact aside, which astonished his visitors, more
than everything. David seemed very tense and at the same time annoyed.

"I'll get directly to the point," he continued to speak. "A&V stands for
fairness and sincerity and the both of you were horrid examples for all your coworkers for the past
few days. I don't tolerate contests among coworkers, particularly not between my best
mediators!" He nearly shouted. "We could have lost these lucrative orders, and then you
would have paid for it with your salaries, Mr. Potter and Miss Evans."

*Since when are* *we on* *last name* *terms again*, considered James during
this speech.

"Remember for the future that there are no rivalries under my leadship. Otherwise you can
pack your things. And for the promotion, neither of you are applicable any longer. Miss Mosag
finished her contract yesterday. Only because of Melanie did I know about your little game. I am
deeply disappointed in the both of you. You can both leave my office, *now,*” closed Dunvegan
red faced.

Lily and James looked at him flabbergasted. What had he just said? Melanie had already finished
everything yesterday? And she had told Dunvegan that both James and Lily had tried to sabotage the
others negotiations?

"You can go now!" David dismissed them and they rose and left wordlessly.

Lily closed the office door behind her and put a silencing charm on it. She had the feeling that
it would be getting very loud very quickly

"Well, who would have thought that, " James pondered and looked outside the
window.

"What do you mean? That Melanie was faster? Or that she betrayed us?" noted Lily
sourly.

"I've never seen David that furious . . . if you hadn't started this whole thing
this wouldn't have happened at all. And we wouldn't have to watch what we're doing the
next time.”

Lily stopped halfway. She had started to walk towards him and . . . what she had wanted to do
she didn't know. Maybe just stand beside him. But after this sentence everything yelled in her
not too.

"Wait a moment . . . I started everything? I didn't start this whole ordeal!"

James turned around to face her. "Don't deny it, it's too late anyways." He
put his hands into his pockets in a nonchalant movement. Lily, however, looked absolutely
threatening.

"I did not certainly start this. You called Sirius first!"

"Me?! I didn't call Sirius at first. I only called after you had already gone to
Augusta-I-eat-everyone-who-comes-too-close-to-Lillian-Evans-Longbottom. And I wouldn't have
called Sirius at all, if Mel hadn't told me where you went!" Prongs roared back.
"Thus it was obviously *YOU* that started this whole thing.”

"Well then, *James*," Lily crossed her arms as she spat out his name, “I have
news for you. I only went to Augusta after Melanie had told me you were calling Sirius Black to
tell him to delay everything. Otherwise I would have never considered visiting my aunt!"

"When did Melanie tell you that I would call Sirius?" James asked perplex and
completely calm.

"When you went out of the office," she answered fiery.

"Lily?"

"Yeah?"

"I was gone to get you a coffee," he said dryly.

"You . . . What?"

"I wanted to get you a coffee and apologize again."

In Lily's head everything began to work itself out, "She tricked us," she babbled,
"That disgusting piece of shit out played us!" She swore angrily.

"Lily, don't swear."

"I can swear when ever I want," and she began pacing the office up and down discharged
occasionally frustrated sounds. "Argh, and then she told David . . . And, argh . . . honey
around the beard!" Lily babbled. "I . . . I don't get it."

James came to her and stopped her in her speech and pacing. "Hush," he calmed her down
and held her at the shoulders. "We'll pay her back, won't we?"

"How can you remain so calm?” She inquired frustrated.

"During my school time with Sirius I learned a lot," and he took her into his
arms.

Still agitated she seized his shirt and tried to shake him.

"James, I want to pay this bitch back. I don't know yet how, but I want her head!"
He smiled down to her.

"I want to, too, and we will have her head on a silver plate," he grinned and patted
soothingly on her back. James felt in this instant like he was in heaven and he enjoyed each
second. Even if it wasn't a lucky day.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

James unlocked the door and stepped over a new dead bird. *This beast*, he grumbled about
Minerva, *Oh, if I get you*.

James had gone home earlier, because without Lily he didn't want to remain in the office any
longer than necessary. She had gone to explain everything to Augusta. From what Lillian had told
him, her aunt was eager to have a word with him.

Frustrated he threw his bag into a corner and took an innocent looking mirror in his hand.

"Sirius," he said and seconds later the face of his best friend appeared.

"Ah! May I congratulate on your wonderful promotion?" He laughed soundly, "Why
the long face?"

"I am not promoted, Padfoot. And Lily isn't either," and thereupon he told the
whole story.

"That is a woman after my own heart," Sirius still grinned after James had concluded
the whole story.

"Believe me," shook Prongs his head. "You would get yourself a stomach ache from
dealing with her."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, what happened happened. I know what we are doing now.
I'll fetch Moony and we bring along a few drinks and something to eat. What you think of my
fabulous idea?" Padfoot wiggled requestingly with his eyebrows.

"Oh, I don't know...” James hems and hawed.

"Don't be so modest, Mr. Potter." Sirius smirked. "See you in a few!” And his
face disappeared.

Twenty minutes later Remus and Sirius stood in his living room, loaded with several different
bags, each with the different markings of innumerable restaurants.

“What have you done? Attack every restaurant in London?"

"One could call it that," nodded Moony and carried everything into the kitchen. A
little bit later they sat with loaded plates and different drinks in the living room. Remus forced
James to tell everything that had happened and when time passed they emptied the plates, butter
beer bottles and an old bottle of fire whiskey that Sirius had brought along from his cellar.

When Prongs told them everything he also told them of Minerva. A general shock went through the
three and then Padfoot jumped up enthusiastically.

"I have an idea. Can you look from your balcony into the apartment next door?"

James regarded him ponderously. “Yes, you can. Why?"

"You'll see," and Sirius stormed on the balcony. Skillfully he bent around the
partition and looked into the living room. There lay Minerva rolled together on the sofa.

"What is your plan?” Prongs asked eagerly looking over his friend's shoulder.

"Mix something under into her cat food."

"You want to kill her, don't you?" James asked with a wry smile on his face, “I
don't think that'd be a good idea . . .”

"No, where would be the fun in that? I only want to make her drunk," Sirius replied
with a laugh.

"Cats can smell alcohol," reminded Remus, who stood now behind them.

"What we are wizards for," slurred Padfoot, took his wand and beside Minerva appeared
a cup.

"What do you give her?"

"Fish, what else. And now quiet and look."

Minerva smelled a seductive smell. She opened her eyes ponderously and saw the cup only few
centimeters away from her. Distrustfully she looked to the balcony. There the neighbor stood and
waved with a white cloth that he had pulled from his pocket. Suddenly Minnie jumped up and stormed
to the cup. Eagerly she gulped everything down her throat and then fell to the side and remained
lying stock-still.

"Padfoot, you killed her! I thought you said you didn't want to do that!”

"Blah, I didn't kill the cat! She's only drunk."

"Promise?"

"Sure. Now let's go in. I'm getting cold," and Sirius shoved James and Remus
back into the warm living room.

Lily unlocked the door a little later and switched the light on. She was totally exhausted and
wanted to have a simply calm evening. She was still annoyed about Melanie Mosag and she was sure
that nothing could change that condition.

"Minnie? Where are you?" She called weakly, but no usual meow sounded. "Minnie?”
Slowly she entered the living room and saw her cat in an untypical position lying on the sofa.

"Minnie, what are you doing?” She laughed and went to her. Something was foul here.
"Minerva?” And Lily shook her carefully. Her cat opened slowly her eyes and Lily yelped
shocked. One eye was small and the other one large.

"Minerva, what happened to you?"

"Meow."

"Are you . . . drunk?!"

"Meow."

"How can you be drunk?”

"Meow."

"Fish, what fish?"

"Meow."

"The fish that the neighbor gave you?"

"Meow."

"There is no cup anywhere. You're certain that you went through the cat flap on the
balcony."

"Meow."

"I can imagine that you don't know anymore."

"Meow."

"Yes, I take you to a vet."

"Meow."

"Yes, I take you to the best veterinary in all of London!" Lily insured and got
Minerva's cat basket. Carefully she inserted her and apparated with her to Diagon Alley.

XXXXXXXXXX

James and Sirius laughed hysterically about a prank they had played on Severus Snape when
someone kept ringing the doorbell. Ponderously Prongs wanted to rise, but Moony, who was still
relatively sober, held him back.

"I'll go," and he disappeared in the corridor, when it rang even more
aggressively.

Lily stood fuming in the corridor and waited for her neighbor to open the door*. Now he pushed
my patience. I will show him* *.* *.* *. Makes my cat drunk without reason*
*.* *.* *. oh just wait!!*

When the door was opened a young man stood there completely in contradiction with her
expectations. In front of her was a man with light brown hair, a gentle face, and affectionate
amber eyes. A small smile lay on his lips.

"I can help you?" He asked friendly.

Lily had to gain her strength again and succeeded after a few seconds. That was guy who made
Minnie drunk? But then she heard laughter in the background.

"Well yes, you certainly can!" and she handed him a sheet of paper.

Remus took it surprised and unfolded it. It was the bill from an animal hospital. "If I see
you near my cat again you'll wish you were never born!" Lily threatened, stormed furiously
away and slammed her door.

Moony looked flabbergasted after her. *So that**'**s James**'*
*neighbor*, he determined in a well-meaning manner. *If he* *kn**ew whom he
has* *as a neighbor* . . . laughed Moony mentally and closed the door.

"Who was that, Moony?" James asked with a heavy tongue.

"Your neighbor and she brought a bill for an animal hospital."

"Well, yeah. I'll look at it tomorrow. Put it there," Prongs pointed to his desk
and no thought occurred to him how his neighbor knew that he was responsible for Minerva's
condition.

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5. In The Beginning Was... Pea Soup
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**Chapter 5- In the Beginning Was... Pea Soup**

When James woke up, he was sure of one thing. He would never again drink and eat with Sirius and
Remus after a bad day at work because the mean fact was that Remus drank and ate much more slowly
than Padfoot and himself, and when he and Sirius were already filled up, Moony was only just
getting started. The result was a bad hangover and a fat belly for James and Padfoot the next day,
which would have to be vanquished in weeks of hard training.

Carefully, as after each of these nights, James opened his eyes.

*Oh, good. I'm lying in my bed*, he thought, relieved. *G**ood ol'
Moony*, and he rolled slowly off the mattress. Briefly, he lost his balance and had to hold on
his bedside table.

"Merlin... never again!” he groaned and walked slowly into the living room. There lay
Sirius, scattered over the sofa with a leg up to a close armchair. A blanket was thrown over him,
and he breathed calmly.

"You sleep the sleep of the fair ones," James croaked and went into the kitchen to
brew a Hangover potion. After half an hour, he came back into the living room with a glass in his
hand.

"Good MORNING, Padfoot!” he called.

A growl sounded but was absorbed under the covers, which now hid Sirius's face.

"Come on, Siri-poo. Rise and shine." James laughed and poked him in an uncovered
toe.

"Oh, is that necessary? I told you not to do that to me when you've already drunk your
glass!" complained Padfoot, disgruntled.

He sat up leisurely. His hair was more than messy, and his puffy eyes were witnesses of the
previous night.

"Has a woman ever seen you in this state?” James inquired. "I wanted to ask you that
last time.”

"Are you mad?” his best friend asked, outraged. "My reputation would be ruined. You
know how women are. Well, at least I'll look better again in a few seconds. Think of your
neighbor's cat. There is no hangover cure for her," Sirius called into the kitchen.

Seconds later, James emerged with his own glass and took a large sip of the brown liquid. But
suddenly he stopped, hazel eyes observing the room. He then ran hastily to his desk and grasped a
sheet paper that Remus had put there the evening before upon his instruction.

His neighbor had rung and brought a bill from an animal hospital?

With one hand, he opened it while taking another sip from his glass, but he immediately spat it
out.

"What's the matter? Did you screw up the potion?” Padfoot asked fearfully, eyeing his
glass distrustfully.

"No!” James coughed. "Oh Merlin, you must hate me!"

"I don't hate you,” Sirius said and took a sip.

"I mean Merlin must hate me!"

"Because you have to pay a bill?"

"Yes! ... I mean no!” Prongs sank slowly to the floor and stared at the paper in his
hand.

Sirius rose gracefully from his night camp and squatted beside him. With a mock smile, he
snapped the bill away.

"I ask myself what's gotten into you...” but then he broke off. "Oh,
shit."

"You said it."

"Calm down. Perhaps it's another Lillian Evans. This name is like white hair in
Dumbledore's beard."

James looked at him disbelievingly.

"Let's check,” Padfoot finally suggested.

"What? Are you mad? I can't go over and ask her if I can borrow some sugar."

"No, we'll look over the balcony into her flat. Nothing will happen."

As though stung by a tarantula, both fled onto the balcony.

"Okay, stay completely calm. She may not see us!” James reminded Sirius.

"Believe me, she isn't your Lily!”

Carefully, both bent around the partition. At first they didn't see anything, but then they
saw Lily on the sofa with a cup in her hand. Beside her lay Minerva, whom she patted carefully.

"What is she wearing?” Padfoot wanted to know.

"A kimono."

"Merlin, she has legs... "

James pulled Sirius away. "Hold it. You know what this means?"

"You are neighbors,” his friend observed sharply.

"Yes, that too, but she will hate me if she gets wind of who lives next to her. She will
curse me and do only Merlin knows what!”

"Oh, calm down. She won't do anything."

"Sure she will!” Prongs slowly lost his head.

"Not if you don't let her know who lives here."

"Ehm? How can I do that?"

Sirius looked pitying. "And they said you were the smartest of our class. Take your name
off the bell and mail box!"

Less than a minute later, James sneaked under his invisibility cloak and safely floated
downstairs to remove all traitorous traces. He felt like a criminal who had returned to the scene
of the crime to hush everything up. Only when he had closed the door behind him and had the cloak
back in his traditional place did James slowly feel the relief in his stomach.

"Now, I may not show myself outside until I move to a different place.” He sighed and sank
into an armchair.

"Move?” Padfoot asked, surprised.

"I can't stay here,” answered James naturally.

"But... but..." Sirius stuttered.

"No buts. I have to move,” his best friend said resolutely.

xxxxxxxxx

Lily sauntered comfortably through the park, which led to Artemis & Verne. For the beginning
of April, the trees were still unusually bald. However, some crocuses and snowdrops had already
fought their way up through the soil. A red-brown squirrel scampered over the lawns and then ran
rapidly up a tree. Far away, near a bush, she could see antlers. Lily starred directly into the
bushes and saw a deer. It seemed to examine her. *Unusual*, she thought as she continued down
the gravel-covered paths. Other people would have remained to admire this imposing deer, but Lily
had other problems that had to be solved.

She had chosen this way to calm down, to free her head. She knew that if Melanie Mosag met her,
she would need all the self-control she could muster. Already, Lily had spent the whole weekend
pondering how she could pay her colleague back. Minerva had not been particularly helpful. Again
and again, Lily's thoughts had been interrupted by a meow from Minerva.

"Minnie, for the hundredth time, I won't put rat poison in her coffee. I only want to
pay her back, not kill her."

"Meow!"

"I know that I said I wanted her head on a silver platter, but I didn't mean that
literally!"

"Meow!"

"*Minerva*!"

After that, Lily had ignored her cat for the remainder of the day. Her patience was worn thin,
and Minerva had driven her clearly to the edge of insanity since she had overcome her hangover.

Lily laughed at that thought. A cat with a hangover. But then the memory of her neighbor crossed
her mind. If he should do anything to her cat again, she would use... the disembowelment curse she
had found some time back in Salem.

Meanwhile, she had left the park and now ran leisurely alongside the glass covered office
buildings. Still, she pondered over her revenge. *Perhaps James has a good idea or maybe
Sirius*, she considered and entered the company headquarters of Artemis & Verne.

*Who knows what today will bring*, Lily thought resignedly and breathed deeply to calm
down. The elevator opened, and Lily stepped out. But what her eyes saw left her stunned for a
second.

Melanie Mosag stood perfectly happy at the reception desk and conversed, laughing, with Estelle,
the receptionist. Said receptionist giggled like a small girl and constantly held her hand in front
of her face.

As soon as the two women saw Lily, they stopped cackling. An embarrassing and, at the same time,
hate-filled air hovered in the room.

"Morning, Lily. Had nice weekend?” Melanie asked with an ironic sound in her voice, while
Estelle began to giggle again.

Lily, who had wanted to pass them without a word, stopped. Her green eyes sparkled with anger.
Her hands clasped tightly to her brief case, only to prevent it from falling down. She knew that if
she had the possibility to have a free hand, it would leave a hand free to strike Melanie's
face.

"Don't you dare speak to me..."

"Morning, ladies!” She was interrupted. Without her noticing, James had appeared from one
of the elevators. "Come, Lily, we have much to do.” And he pushed her into the office before
himself. Hastily, he closed the door behind them.

"James! I actually wanted to...” she began.

"Hush, Lillian. Calm down,” he spoke reassuringly and removed her briefcase from her hands.
She had been fidgeting with it, and James thought it more secure to remove this possible weapon.
Still calm, he waved his wand and two cups of coffee appeared. He shoved one into her hand.

"James, I'm completely calm. I am in complete control of myself!"

"I see,” he commented dryly.

"Okay, maybe not. But she dared to speak to me as though nothing had happened! That...
that... "

"Snake?” Prongs offered.

"Not exactly what I was looking for, but close.” Still furious, she took a sip of
coffee.

"James, I spent the whole weekend thinking about what we could do to pay her back, and I
simply have no idea!” she said desperately and in a tone as though it were the worst thing in the
world to have no outstanding idea at a time like this.

"Lily, we could nevertheless..."

"And Minnie was of no assistance. First, my neighbor made her drunk, and when she was
better she almost robbed my last nerve."

James listened to her strained voice. *She calls her cat “Minnie,”* he realized, shocked.
*Actually, her cat isn't absolutely bloody “Mini”!* But he saved his breath by not saying
anything.

"Lily, stop!” he interrupted. "Sirius wanted to come over and think something up with
us.”

"Really?” She asked, hopeful. "When?” She sat down beside him on the desk.

"I guess around lunchtime."

"Well, at least it's something.” She sighed and leaned to him. "When do we want to
redeem our bets?"

"If we have a plan.” He smiled down at her and put an arm around her. Against his
expectations, she didn't protest in the slightest, and they sat in harmony and ease on his desk
drinking coffee. Nothing could disturb them. Not shaking doors, ringing telephones or wild
knocking.

Their features would have fit a couple freshly fallen in love on a cliff where the sun sank into
the sea and a wonderful color play illuminated the landscape. But instead, they looked from the
window into the opposite office building and watched other people at work.

"Do you think it's okay to be so lazy?” Lily considered aloud.

"Oh, I think this time will be okay,” laughed James quietly. "There is much to do, so
we must be well rested."

"Do you know what comes to me now?” she asked suddenly and straightened up from his
shoulder on which she had been leaning.

"What?” He grinned.

"I saw a deer this morning."

"Where were you? Apparated to the Highlands?"

"No, I was in the park nearby.” Her eyes lit up when she described the deer to him.
"Isn't it unusual? I mean, we are here in the middle of London, and you don't see
things like that every day.”

Suddenly a *crack* sounded, and Sirius stood before them.

"What you don't see everyday?” he asked curiously. "You can see anything in
London. One must only know where and whom to pay."

When Lily again told what she had seen, Sirius looked impressed.

"What you can see here in London… I'm astonished. You too, James?” he asked with a tone
that Lily didn't know how to interpret. "In London you go around a corner and you
don't know what to expect."

"Yeah, sure. Whether pickpockets or old women who will flog you to death only because you
bumped into them by mistake,” James replied.

"I don't know where you go around...” Sirius shook his head.

"That was in front of your house!” his best friend reminded him.

Lily laughed, amused, when she thought about this small tiff and took her briefcase.

"Can we go now? I'm almost dying to make up a pay back plan.” She smirked.
"I'm also dying because I'm starving.”

Sirius and James grew immediately silent until Padfoot seized her hand and James's and
disapparated. Seconds later, they were located in a cozy pub with cracking halls, a smoky barroom,
and all kinds of exotic creatures at the surrounding tables. A bareheaded man with a light
embossment came hobbling to them and welcomed them with a bow.

"What I can do for you, gentlemen?"

"Not so formal, Tom!” James scolded. "We need a table for us and the lady."

Lily followed the three men and looked around curiously. A mop wiped past her and left a wet
trail while a broom hurried ahead and catapulted a small heap of dirt before it. Pictures on the
walls waved, and in a painting a jug fell off of a table. A tray floated by and disappeared behind
a swiveling door. It was simply wonderful to be in a typical Wizarding pub.

After they had taken seats in a corner, Tom handed them menus and hobbled off.

"Where are we?"

"In the Leaky Cauldron. Do you want to go elsewhere?” James asked anxiously.

"No!” Lily said, impressed. "I love pubs like this one. In Salem, there is a similar
pub, The Broken Wand. The Halloween parties are legendary! Once I...” She stopped speaking when the
bartender came back.

"What you would like?"

"Do not get the pea soup,” Sirius whispered to her. After this helpful warning, every one
of them selected something to eat, although James *did* order the pea soup, and Tom went of
again.

Padfoot shook his head sadly. *We will see how he feels later on*, he thought and inquired
about the current ideas. "Did you already think of a plan?"

"I thought about it all weekend, but nothing came to me,” Lily said, tormented, and sipped
her butterbeer.

"Then the master must think of something himself,” Padfoot grinned and closed his eyes.
"Well,” he spoke with still closed eyes. "You want to pay her back. If possible, she
should completely disappear from A& V....” he hummed to himself.

Lily frowned when she saw Sirius sitting there in such a way. James had taken a similar
position.

"Who in the company is Melanie closest to? With whom she is friends?” Padfoot asked.

"Estelle, the receptionist,” Lily growled.

"Do you know if they trust each other?"

"They've know each other for eternities,” reported Prongs. "I think they
do."

"Then I have a plan; however, it can be complicated, and it's risky, and we will break
probably around fifty school rules,” Sirius said mysteriously.

Lily looked at James, confused. *Break school rules*, she considered. *Someone in this
room remembers old pranks at school.*

"Were you good at school, Lily. I mean at Potions,” the appointed Master of Pranks wanted
to know.

"I had always an 'O'!"

"I figured that.” Sirius nodded. "Then it fits."

"Can you enlighten us?” James pushed.

"Sure, I would be pleased to do so.” He laughed again and his eyes sparkled. "You need
Polyjuice Potion, you need to get Estelle out of the way for one day, and you need to strike
Melanie with her own weapon."

"Thanks for your extremely detail-faithful explanations, Sirius. Now I am already smarter
than before,” Lily commented sarcastically.

"I will explain it properly. You must brew Polyjuice Potion, transform yourself into
Estelle and David, and must trick Melanie into telling her glorious act in front of Estelle or
Lily. Then James emerges in the shape of your boss and says that he heard everything and expects
her abrogation on the very same day. Then she dismisses herself, and you both are again on top of
things!” Pleased, he leaned back and waited for reactions.

Lily and James looked at him for a second, let his words sink in, and, without preliminary
warning, jumped from their chairs and cheered.

"That is it. You are a genius, Padfoot!"

“I must admit that I agree,” he murmured to himself when Lily and James lay in each other's
arms but suddenly stepped apart as though they had been electrocuted. They were in the public, and
everyone could see them here!

After clearing their throats, they sat down again.

"So, let's eat. I'm starving!” complained Sirius and bit into his steak and kidney
pie.

During lunch, Lily was told of some pranks, which James and Sirius as well as a Remus had
performed during their school time. And so Sirius's mysterious statement about breaking around
50 school rules could be solved. Sirius was still very influenced from these acts.

"I would like to meet this Remus!” Lily smiled and took her bag.

"Where do you want to go?” James asked, perplex.

"We will need a few things for the `drink,'” she whispered when a man with long dark
hair and a large hooked nose walked past. "Diagon Alley is around the corner, isn't
it?"

"I'll go with you.” James jumped up. "Padfoot, next time I'll pay.” He winked
and led his colleague to the back door.

Together, they walked over the cobblestone of Diagon Alley, past bevel houses with their small
shops, and squeezed themselves past old witches with their large shopping bags who had probably
come from the country for a shopping trip in the city.

Prongs steered Lily skillfully through the crowed and into a small apothecary. When they
entered, a sharp smell of different herbs and spices filled their noses. On the walls hung shelves
made of dark wood that were filled with different things. In large glass containers swam livers,
hearts, and other things, which James could not place.

They stepped up to one of the free counters and waited for a salesman to give them his
attention. They didn't have to wait long until a man came by.

"Can I help you?” a cutting voice asked. In the first moment it seemed to Lily very
impolite. She looked into a sharp-edged face with cold black eyes and a large nose. It was the man
from the Leaky Cauldron.

"Snape,” spat James just as cutting.

"Potter." the addressed answered. "But how can I be of your service, ahem...?”
The salesman looked questioningly at Lily and spoke in a completely different tone.

“Miss Evans,” said Lily self-assuredly and smiled. "I would like five grams of fleas, ten
grams of leech, some boom slang skin....” she read down a list that Snape seemed to know. "And
finally, powder of the horn of a two-horn.” Lily still smiled charmingly.

The dark eyes studied her calculatingly. He knew exactly what they wanted with all of those
ingredients.

"Doing something illegal, Potter?” the salesman scoffed.

"Oh, you know me, Severus. Constantly!"

"Only too well,” he murmured when he went of to get the required ingredients.

"Oh, and Mr. Snape? I would also like some rattlesnake and catmint.” Lily batted her
eyelashes.

"As you wish, Miss,” answered Snape charmingly.

Prongs's stomach turned when he saw Snivellus trying to be charming. *I think I need to
vomit*, James thought, and his face changed color to a slight green. Was it because of Snape or
his lunch?

"James, are you okay?” Lily asked anxiously. "You look so green around the
nose."

"I'm fine."

"Perhaps it's envy,” someone coughed almost incomprehensibly, and the salesman suddenly
stood next to them, loaded with packages.

"Please, Miss,” Severus said sweetly. "If I can have your attention to this herb,” and
he wagged a small box under their noses.

This smell made James finally lose control. From the very beginning, James had fought the
nausea, but now…

"Lily, I think I..."

She turned around. "Oh, please, James. Please, please, no... That would be totally...
Please not here in the shop... *oh no*!"

Her pleading had helped nothing, and James vomited behind the counter. The manager immediately
came to them while Lily stroked James back soothingly.

"I guess you were in the Leaky Cauldron for lunch,” determined the roundish man with a long
beard.

"I'm terribly sorry" Lily apologized.

"That happens to us all the time,” explained the wizard, and with one swish of his wand,
James's lunch had disappeared.

James, however, didn't look good yet.

"I suggest you escort your husband home. There you can take care of him better than here
with us in the shop. We'll give you something to stop the vomiting,” and the manager ran off
before Lily could tell him that James wasn't her husband.

Nobody else in the shop had noticed James's show, and Lily tried to persuade him to apparate
to his flat because he insisted that he could take care of himself.

"Lily, I'm feeling better. I can get along fine."

"But you don't look at all like you can take care of yourself!"

"Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy...” he joked.

"Stop! That's enough! I won't leave you alone in this condition. You might faint
and crack your head open!"

"If only,” someone coughed again, and Snape stood beside them. "Here are the herbs to
stop the vomiting. I wish you a pleasant day, Miss."

"That I will pay you back for that, Snivelus," James growled.

"Already totally beside himself, the poor man.” He shook his head. "You had better
bring him home."

"Thanks so much.” Lily smiled again and then disapparated with James.

The first thing James did when he was home was to charm the windows so that Lily couldn't
see the view of the road. Now, one looked on a green-grey landscape. Large fields stretched over
numerous hills, and not far away was a little town with small houses and an oblique steeple.

"You know him from school?” she wanted to know and placed the package on a table.

"Oh, he wasn't my best buddy at Hogwarts,” admitted James and ran to the bathroom when
a green wave floated over his face again.

"James,” she called after him. "I'll prepare some tea with the herbs. You will be
okay in no time!”

When Prongs came back from the bathroom, he fell onto his bed, exhausted. *I just won't
learn*, he blamed himself*. Every time I eat at the Leaky Cauldron, this happens to
me*.

He could hear Lily in the kitchen humming a song. He imagined dreamily that it could always be
like that. Only with the difference that he would wake up and Lily would be in the kitchen
preparing breakfast.

"James... James, wake up,” whispered a gentle voice and he open his eyes. He had fallen
asleep.

"Come on, drink this. Then you will feel better.” Carefully, she pressed a cup to his lips.
Obediently, he swallowed everything and was put carefully back into the cushions.

"Thanks, love,” he mumbled, taking her free hand and closing his eyes.

Lily looked perplex. *What did he say?* She was astonished. *Did he really call me
“love”?*

For a while she regarded him, trying to memorize every line of his face and holding his hand.
She could get accustomed to be called love by him, she thought. With her free hand, she stroked a
few hairs off of his forehead.

"Oh, James,” she sighed and bent down.

"I'll leave you alone now and will excuse you at work,” Lily whispered, concerned she
would wake him up. "I will start the potion today and I will call tomorrow. Bye.” And she
placed a kiss on his forehead.

Carefully, Lily released her hand and threw a blanket over James. Again, she regarded him,
before she closed the door of his bedroom. Then she took her bag and the package and
disapparated.

When James heard the door close, he opened his eyes. *Yeah! She likes me!*

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6. Where is smoke, there is fire
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**Chapter 6- Where Is Smoke, There Is Fire**

Lily looked up from the simmering Polyjuice Potion and peered out of the kitchen window. A
furniture lorry had arrived; the mover climbed from the leader house and opened the large doors of
the loading space. *Is someone moving in*, she considered and looked at the monstrous bubbles,
which had emerged on the surface of the muddy-looking potion. With a second glance out of the
window, she saw the men heading into the house.

*Somebody's moving out*, she determined and tried to remember whether Mrs. Easton had
told her something. *Nice old lady*, she thought and stirred the potion.

Soon, Lily heard noises in the corridor outside her flat and fled into the hall. Carefully, she
scouted through the spy hole.

One mover after another passed her dwelling and... to her neighbor's.

"Yeah! He's moving out!” Lily cheered, hopping around before clasping her hands over
her mouth in fright. Carefully, she looked through the spy hole and saw a man who had turned
around, surprised. *He heard me*, *but all the same. They don't know who lives here,*
and she smiled.

Minutes passed, and the mover carried the first boxes down. Lily stood near the window and
spied, with Minerva on her arm, in good Ernst Stavro Blofeld manners down on the road.

"You see, Minerva, there is still justice in the world. Now he can terrorize other
people."

"Meow."

"And other cats."

Lily pressed more nearer to the windowpane. Then a man emerged who did not wear red overalls
like the furniture packers. His head was covered with a dark blue baseball cap; he wore a white
shirt and jeans. His figure was somehow familiar. But not as those of her neighbor, he had been
more slender and... Something was different.

Always with one eye on the Polyjuice Potion, she observed the small furniture marathon. The blue
baseball cap seemed to be everywhere. Once, Lily even ran back into the hall to observe him through
the spy hole, but she constantly missed him somehow. *It's like he's bewitched*, she
thought and nearly pressed her nose flat on the window to recognize something.

Suddenly, something flew to her. It had wings and almost hit the window. The brown owl shook her
plumage briefly and stretched her leg. Lily opened a gap in the window and took the scroll. She
didn't want to be seen; it was already bad enough that an owl had flown to her window in broad
daylight.

Curious, she unrolled the letter. It had to be from James.

*Lily,*

*Your letter reached me. I'm glad the brewing of the potion is going so well. What would I
do without you? I probably would have blown up the house if I had tried to make it.*

*I will be back at work on Monday, and I will support you with my regained health. That
reminds me of what I need to tell you. A healer confirmed to me that I have a bad food poisoning.
It's also contagious; I must therefore unfortunately reject your suggestion to visit me. I
don't want you to become ill also.*

*See you on Monday.*

*James*

Lily frowned. *He has a food poisoning. How terrible*, she worried and drew an imaginary
picture, how he lay limp and exhausted in his bed, troubled of fever, rolling from one side on the
other, and having no one who worried about him.

"Poor James!” She sighed and observed how the blue baseball cap continued to jump around on
the road till the last piece of furniture, his damn piano, was stowed away in the truck.

The baseball cap and a furniture packer both looked at a map and drove around on it with their
index fingers. Then they shook hands, and the truck drove of.

The blue baseball cap now had everything arranged, and Lily thought he would finally leave, but
he didn't do her this favor. Instead, he went back into the house. Again, Lily ran to the
corridor and looked through the spy hole. But her neighbor was not to be seen anywhere. *How
strange*, she thought again and turned to go when it rang. Quickly, she dashed back; however,
she could not stop fast enough and slammed against the door.

"Ouch!” She rubbed her head and looked through the spy hole with tears in her eyes.

Nobody stood outside.

Carefully, Lily opened the door and peered outside. She was about to close the door when her
attention was directed to a gigantic orchid bouquet, which lay on the threshold.

"Wow!” she said, pleasantly shocked, and bent down to get it off the floor. She smelled the
beautiful flowers and discovered an envelope between the blooms. Curious, she opened it and out
pulled several pound notes and a small note.

*Forgive me for the incommodities*!

Lily smiled. When she went back into her flat, she smelled her gift again and closed the
door.

James wasn't far away, securely hidden under his Invisibility Cloak, regarding Lily. Now she
certainly wouldn't hate her neighbor anymore, and if she should find out that he had lived next
to her, she wouldn't give him a hard time.

Satisfied, he drew a deep breath. *Well, time to go to Godric's Hollow*, he thought and
disapparated.

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Lily stormed into her office. James looked up from his papers, surprised, with a look of
confusion on his face. Lily had a shining in her eyes and a smile on her face... it was
frightening.

"Come on, ask me.” Her cheeks glowed of joy.

"Ask what?” he inquired and Lily made an insulted face.

Hastily, she walked around his desk and sat down on the desktop. Her feet swung like a small
girl that sat on a wall, and she looked at him expectantly. But James turned again to his papers.
Frustrated, Lily prodded him. If she couldn't report the incident immediately, she would
clearly burst. It felt like at the time she wanted to announce her exam results to her parents.

She gave James another prod. Slowly, he looked up. His brown eyes seemed to laugh at her, but
his face remained expressionless.

"James, now ask me!"

"Do you want to go to dinner with me?” he asked.

Lily looked for a second startled then, "No, ask me what happened."

"Okay, what happened to you?"

"I thought you would never ask!” she groaned. "Guess who I met a while ago in the
ladies room?” she asked.

"A woman?” he answered.

"Correct, but which woman?"

"Dunno, A&V is full of women."

"Yes, but from whom do I need something?” Again, Lily's eyes sparkled.

“Estelle?"

"Correct! Well finally, James!” And she moved closer. "When I walked in, she was
standing in front of the mirror. I had to ask her what she uses to make her hair shine the way it
does.” She laughed. "Give her a topic, and your ears bleed later. But back to the substantial
thing. First, she was somewhat distrustful, but I lulled her in with sweet-talk... she couldn't
react differently. I asked her if I could touch her “really beautiful hair” and she said yes. And
now guess what I got!"

"You didn't tear her hair out, did you?” he wanted to know, alarmed.

Perplexed, she looked at him. "Naturally not! What do you think of me?"

James leaned back into his chair, relieved by her statement. "I thought you got carried
away.”

"Rest assured, I did not cause her any."

"That makes me happy,” and he patted her leg without thinking.

Something shot through Lily. What was it?

"Did you mean what you said a while ago?"

"That I thought that you had torn her hair out? Yeah, sure."

"No, have dinner with you."

Again, he looked up to her and smiled. "Yeah, I meant that seriously. Only if you like,
naturally."

James didn't know what had gotten into him all of a sudden or where his courage came from.
Perhaps it was the tingle, which he had felt when he had touched Lily.

"Sure, I'll come to dinner because you must still redeem your bet,” she reminded him
and grinned.

"I'll redeem my bet only when we've finished our revenge campaign," he stated.
"First you have to fulfill your bet.”

Lily kicked her legs. To fulfill her side of the bet wasn't her favorite thing in the world.
Jogging with James. When she regarded him in such a way, she had the feeling that she was the most
un-athletic witch in the whole world. But a promise was a promise.

"I want to get over it and let the mockery over me be issued.” She sighed. "So, do you
want to run tomorrow morning?” She suggested.

"When you plead like that,” smirked James. "I naturally arise to my fate."

"One can hardly call that pleading."

"Well, that depends on the point of view, Miss Evans,” he teased.

"Oh, you!” Lily wanted to smack him, but when he caught her hand she lost her balance,
slipped from the desktop, and made a pirouette. Lily saw herself falling in slow motion on the
floor, but she hadn't counted on James's reflexes. Very quickly, he had caught her, and now
she lay crosswise over his thighs.

An armrest poked roughly in her back, and a cool breeze floated over her belly. *Oh no, my
blouse slipped higher*. Lily felt an arm around her shoulders and straightened up immediately.
Her hair flew in full momentum forward and obscured her view. But a hand released her from the
curtain of red hair. Lily was much too shocked to make a movement, so she remained in place until
she saw James's anxious look.

"Everything okay?"

She shook her head, and again strands of her hair danced around her face. Again he brushed them
from her face. Emerald eyes looked deeply into his, and when he felt her fingers on his cheek, he
stopped. A tingle spread through his belly.

Nervousness?

He wouldn't have expected it, but he suddenly felt her lips on his.

James didn't have any chance to react to her kiss, because they suddenly heard a knock, and
Lily jumped up from his lap. Prongs could have sworn she had apparated to her desk because she got
there so fast. She sat there and supported her face with a hand. Again a veil of red hair covered
her probably just as red face.

Totally stunned, James looked at a middle-age woman, who held an enormous package in her
hands.

"Is this the office of Lillian Evans?” she asked carefully.

"Erm, that would be me.” Lily coughed and came out from behind her desk.

"This was delivered for you.” The woman handed the gigantic load to her.

"Thanks."

"No problem,” and she said good-bye with a last confused look at the two.

*What was that*, James still thought.

While Lily looked for the sender of the parcel, James snapped out of his solidification, went
around his desk, and stopped before her. He took the package from her hands, placed it on the desk,
and came closer to her. His eyes looked for hers, but she had lowered her view. Gently, he forced
her to look up. Her face had turned the exact color he had imagined.

"James, that... I don't know...” she began.

"But I do know.” And he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

xxxxxxx

James felt like the happiest wizard of whole England when he apparated before Lily's door
and knocked.

Seconds later, the door was opened, and Lily beamed up to him.

"You're on time,” she said and gave him a short greeting kiss, which he would have
liked to extend.

"Was it difficult to find?” she asked him and motioned for him to come in.

James, who had lived right next to her until two weeks ago, tried to hide a grin. "No, it
wasn't so difficult."

"Please wait in the living room. I'll be ready in a minute."

When Prongs entered the living room, he saw Minerva sitting with her back to him on the sofa.
Her tail moved cautiously from side to side, and she was ready to jump. What her goal was exactly
James didn't recognize immediately because it looked like a mountain of hair! With a strong
jump, the monstrous cat had suddenly ambushed her victim. She bit and scratched. Fur flew, material
tore, and Minerva had nearly disappeared in the mountain.

"Minerva! Don't you dare touch my fur coat!” sounded from another part of the dwelling.
"If you set even one claw on the skin, I'll put you on a lifelong diet, you'll never
sleep in my bedroom again, and you won't get anything for Christmas!"

James leaned cautiously at the doorframe. A cat head emerged from the fur mountain and spat some
material out. As soon as Minerva saw James, she began to hiss.

"Minerva, I warned you!” Lily called, having misunderstood the hiss and running toward the
living room.

"*Reparo*,” said Prongs calmly. All the peeled off fur fluttered back into the coat,
slots mended, and nothing from the demolition was noticeable.

Thus, Lily only saw that her cat sat in the middle of the fur coat.

"Minnie. Get from the coat.” She pushed her away. "I told you, I don't want you in
the proximity of it!"

"What is her problem with the coat?” James inquired, while Lily heaved Minerva onto her cat
tree.

"The package yesterday was from my mother. She sent this fur coat to me and… Well, You can
imagine what Minerva thinks of fur coats, particularly if they are made of Kneazle fur."

"Yeah, I can imagine.” He nodded and felt a look bore into him, which made him think of a
thousand needles.

"Ready?” he asked.

"Almost.” And she floated off again.

James went toward Minerva and bent down to her so that they were eye level with each other.

"I hope you are clear that you owe me.” He grinned.

“Chrrrr!” she hissed.

"I have a suggestion,” he spoke, unimpressed. "You don't tell Lily anything about
me, and I won't say anything about your little outbreak."

Minerva wrinkled her nose and sneezed.

"I'll take that to mean yes.” Prongs smirked and tousled her head, which caused Minnie
to sway to and fro.

"Oh, you are already friends,” spoke Lily suddenly from the door. "We can go, James. I
surrender into my fate.”

And they left the dwelling toward the sports field, while Minerva had turned her back on the fur
coat, insulted.

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James took the Invisibility Cloak off of his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.

*That was really a cramp*, he thought and regarded the few hairs in his hand.

Today they wanted to end their revenge campaign, but it was difficult to turn into someone who
barely had any hair to spare. David Dunvegan had a fringe of hair and wore what remaines very
short. It couldn't get anymore complicated than that. But James had to stupefy his boss to pick
a few hairs in peace, which one could hardly see with the eye.

And because James was already on it, he took measures to change his suit later.

A *crack* sounded, and Lily stood beside him. She had a thermos in one hand and two cups in
the other.

"You have it?"

"No very hairy affair," Prongs mocked. "David left the office 5 minutes ago. But
I have the hair.” He made a disgusted face.

"I know what you mean.” She nodded approvingly, opened the thermal can, and poured
something into the cups.

James locked the office door, then took his cup and added the hair. Lily did the same.

"Cheers,” he said. The cups clinked together, and they drank. The muddy liquid crept slowly
down their esophagi. The taste choked both of them.

*Oh, never again*, Lily thought while she held onto the desk. But nausea changed into a
tingle. Everywhere it pinched and itched. She noticed how each cell of her body changed and adapted
into another structure. Her hands looked different. They were smaller, more girl-like, and her skin
had another tint. The dress she wore fit her exactly now because she had taken it from
Estelle's wardrobe after she had charmed the receptionist into a deep sleep.

When Lily looked up, she saw into the eyes of David Dunvegan, only he now wore James's
suit.

"Everything okay, Lily?"

"Yes, I am only... wow. You look exactly like him. You must act aristocratic, like
David."

"Okay, how does this sound? Are you well, Miss Lillian?"

"That was better, James.” Lily giggled like Estelle would have done, and her opposite
grinned.

"We must hurry now. Go… and good luck."

Lily, in Estelle's shape, smiled, opened the door, and disappeared.

*I hope everything goes alright*, James pleaded.

Lily put on Estelle's typical toothpaste smile when she walked through the corridors to
Melanie's office. She knocked briefly and opened the door. Mel looked up from her desk.

"Hey, Estelle."

"Hi, Mel. Want some coffee?” Lily asked and extended her smile.

"Yeah, I can use a break. Have you already seen Evans and Potter? Perhaps I can bring Evans
to explode again,” laughed Melanie, while the desire to place a clenched fist in Melanie
Mosag's face spread through Lily. But she picked herself up and laughed again like a small
girl.

"Not yet, but if we have luck."

Together, they were standing in the kitchen and stirring their coffee.

"Come on, tell me how it happened that you were promoted and not the other two. Otherwise
Lillian Evans would not be so mad at you,” pressed Lily and took a careful sip. "What did you
do? I know you had something to do with it.”

"I don't what you mean,” Mel denied.

"Oh, come, Mel. Lillian Evans wouldn't look as though she would like to strike you
every time she sees you if you didn't do something. Come on, tell me,” she pleaded. She felt
like a dog that begged for a stick to be thrown away.

Her opposite grinned evilly and at the same time complacently.

"I did nothing bad. I only pushed my luck."

"But how?” Lily continued to press. Now the interesting part came.

"Well, Estelle,” Mel gave in. "When Potter and Evans saw each other the first time, I
knew that the two would act shyly around each other like small children."

"Why, Mel?"

"Because they behaved like two idiots. I knew the two liked each other. Why shouldn't I
use that if the two couldn't talk properly with one another.” She laughed. "The
coincidence came to my assistance. When I heard from Evans who her client was, I wound her around
my little finger and told her that Potter would call his buddy to tell him not to sell to
her."

"Oh, wow.” It broke from Lily.

"That's not the summit of my ingenious plan yet,” smirked Melanie, who was now in her
element and sunned herself in her success. "When Evans remembered that Potter had to contact
the old Longbottom woman, she told me that Augusta Longbottom was an aunt of hers. It couldn't
have gone better for me... and then she took her things and off she was to visit her auntie to ask
for assistance.” The last sentences she had said full of loathing.

"And what was with James?” Lily giggled the typical Estelle giggle.

"I told the lovesick jerk that Lily was off to her aunt to tell her not to sell to him...
and he immediately called Sirius Black!” Melanie struck herself on the thighs. "And while the
two were busy trying to ruin each others careers, I had all peace in the world to convince Wendolin
Fraser to agree as fast as possible to the contract.” Mel took a sip of her coffee. "And then
I saw it naturally as my obligation to inform David of the fact that some of our co-workers
don't work cooperatively with one another.” Her last words dripped with victory. "I tell
you, Estelle. I heard Dunvegan yell into my office,” laughed Melanie Mosag, now loud.

*Stupid cow*, was all Lily thought.

But the laughter stopped abruptly, and Lily turned to the door.

"Mr. Dunvegan...” Melanie stammered when she saw the face of her boss. "How are you
today?” she asked, uncertain whether he had heard her monolog or not.

"I do not believe that it is of any importance how I feel today, Miss Mosag,” began James.
"And it will be of no importance tomorrow either.” His voice rose. "Because I don't
have the intention to employ someone who deceives colleagues and brings false accusations
forward!"

Melanie's face changed rapidly to an ivory white. "But... But Mr. Dunvegan... I've
worked for you for a long time and never..."

"ENOUGH!” James roared. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING. I EXPECT YOUR NOTICE ON MY
DESK EARLY TOMORROW MORNING. YOU WILL WRITE EXACTLY WHAT YOU JUST SAID, AND PUT IT ON THE NOTICE.
IS THAT CLEAR?” James ended his tantrum.

"Yes, Sir,” answered Melanie in tears.

"And now go out of my sight!” James pointed to the open door.

Melanie ran from the kitchen while Lily grinned contently. She could hear how many doors were
closed and she began to laugh.

"I think you had an audience,” she said with difficulty while laughing. James closed the
door and came closer to her.

"We did it!"

"Yeah, we did it." And they hugged.

"It is really odd that I'll be kissing Estelle at any moment," James joked

"It's the inner beauty that counts,” Lily said and kissed him.

Exactly at that moment, Ed from the legal department walked into the kitchen. Lily and James
looked at him.

"David... Estelle... I didn't know. Erm... I'm sorry,” he stammered and closed the
door with a very red face.

By the end of the day, rumors were in circulation that David Dunvegan had something going on
with the receptionist.

xxxxxxx

Lily apparated in front of a small house in the midst of the front yard. The sun was going down
and charmed a color play on the landscape. Small leafs and buds had pushed themselves from the
branches of the trees, and the last spring flower had crept from the earth. A bird sang in a tree,
and in the house the first light was lit.

Slowly, she walked up the garden path and knocked on the green door. James had invited her today
to redeem his bet. Cooking like a Muggle Lily suspected would turn out badly. She had gotten over
her bet surprisingly well because she had flirted with James the whole time so they didn't even
run 200 meters put together. But they had come close to this number when James had wanted to catch
her and hunted her over the sports field.

James had told her that she should dress comfortably, and dressed in such a way he stood before
her. In a white shirt and jeans, he looked suspiciously familiar!

"Hey, Lily. Come in.” And he pulled her inside the house. Skillfully, he pealed her from
her jacket and hung it on a hook.

"Hello James,” Lily could just manage to say before he embraced her and placed a kiss on
her lips.

"It smells good,” she noticed some time later.

"Oh, the meal.” Prongs jumped up, stormed along the corridor, and disappeared to the
right.

Lily looked around. To her left was the living room with an open fireplace in which a fire
burned. The flickering light fell over the furniture and directed her attention to a piano. It also
looked familiar to her. Carefully, she lifted the cover and pressed one of the keys. A terrible
sound was produced, and she jumped back.

"The piano is broken,” sounded from the kitchen.

"Who would have thought that,” Lily commented to herself. That couldn't be true. James
was never... and nevertheless she remembered the card. Already at that time, the handwriting had
reminded her of someone's. *But Minerva hadn't said anything to me. I'm sure she
would have*, she considered.

"Do you want something to drink?” he called. Lily tore herself from her thoughts and
entered the kitchen. Against her expectations, it didn't look as if a bomb had hit.

"Elder wine?” James asked and handed a glass to Lily when she nodded. Plates and sets of
utensils were located in a corner and waited to be placed on the table. In the oven was a casserole
while James was washing several tomatoes. Lily looked teasingly over his shoulder at how he
arranged the salad.

When James felt her chin on his shoulder, he looked to the side. She only smiled mischievously
and kissed him gently. The tomatoes that still had to be cut and the Parmesan, which lay beside the
grater, were suddenly forgotten. James let the knife fall onto the work surface and turned to her.
Lily looped her arms around him and moved close into him.

James wound his arms around her hips and melted into her kiss. She tasted like the elder wine,
and he wanted more of her.

Their kisses became more intense when James stroked her along her back and drove his hands
through her hair. Lily's fingers had left his neck and moved downward over his torso. For one
moment, James held his breath to suppress his excitement and instead kissed from her cheek to her
neck.

Lily had a thousand fairies in her belly when his tongue touched the soft skin underneath her
ear. She sighed, and James laughed quietly.

"James,” she whispered.

"Hm."

"I want you...” was all she said when James looked at her with his gentle hazel eyes. The
next thing she knew, he had pulled her even closer and began kissing her fiercely. She felt the
bulge in his jeans and knew that he wanted her also. Then she had the feeling that she was being
squeezed with all power, and when she opened her eyes she was in a different room.

"Bedroom...” James whispered against her lips and slid his hands under her shirt. He had
cold fingers, and Lily jerked slightly. She, however, lost no time and pulled his shirt over his
head.

Muscles, which Lily had only suspected thus far, were exposed. He wasn't too muscular.
Everything was suggested in fine lines, and she outlined a few. She admired his soft, tanned skin
and asked herself how he still had color after this winter.

For a moment she looked around and saw the bed, on which she had already sat once before. She
pushed him in this direction until he was forced to sit down. Lily followed him until she lay on
top of him.

James grinned at her. "We are quite bold today, aren't we?”

"Why not?” she answered snappish but smiling.

But James made a movement, and before she could react, he lay on top of her.

*Damn reflexes*, she thought when he looked at her mischievously

Slowly, he pushed her shirt up and placed small kisses in its wake. Then her shirt flew
away.

"That's my favorite,” she protested.

"Oh, we'll find it later,” he answered between kisses.

Their excitement increased when he arrived at her waist and a hand stroked along the inside of
her thigh. James loosened the first button of her jeans and placed a kiss on the freshly exposed
skin. Still another button followed and another. Lily couldn't stop herself from moaning when
she felt his warm breath on her. She lifted her backside and he freed her from her trousers and
socks.

For a short moment, James regarded her half naked body, and had to correct his fantasies. She
was more beautiful than in his dreams. Thoughtfully, he bent down to her again, but when he was
over her, she rolled over and sat on him again.

"Only fair,” she whispered, and her tongue moved over his chest. Then she also got rid of
his trousers and socks.

Meanwhile, James had pulled her upward because if Lily had remained below his navel, he
couldn't guarantee anything. Their kisses became now more desperate, and he opened her bra
hesitatingly. He wanted to feel her and taste her. He wanted her completely for himself. James
straightened up so that they sat opposite each other. He bent down and kissed her breast. A hand
held the other, and Lily shuddered in pleasure. But his fingers left her chest and moved downward
between her legs.

Again, Lily lay on her back and the hand sneaked into her slip. She gasped for air when she felt
his fingers and how they stroked her sensitive skin. The tingle in her belly sank slowly downward
and she arched her back when it became marvelously intolerable.

Somehow she lost overview and didn't notice when her slip was gently removed. She only knew
that she wanted James fully and completely. Her hands groped down and remained on the noticeably
larger bulge of his shorts. Gently, she squeezed, and he moaned slightly. She started to pull down
his shorts and touched now the tender skin of his erection, stroking the moist tip with her
thumb.

James got rid of his last article of clothing, and enjoyed Lily's contacts until he
couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted her for himself to completely have her and never give
away.

Lily pulled him over herself, and he slid carefully into her. For a brief moment, neither could
breathe, but their lungs filled with oxygen again as they kissed passionately. Their hands linked
into one another, and James pulled out and thrusted back into.

An odd smell suddenly lay in air, but both ignored this peculiarity.

Lily stroked her nails over his back. Gradually, tensions built up inside her and couldn't
be eased. It constantly increased and... Oh, this was wonderful agony.

James felt how she twitched inside and how her hips welcomed him. She drove him insane, and the
small sounds that came from her only accelerated his condition. And then she rolled over.

*How does she do it*, shot through his head, when she started to move seductively.
*What's that smell*, entered this thoughts before he concentrated on the orgasms, which
rolled over him when Lily released a deep sigh and collapsed on top of him.

James stroked her hair and kissed her forehead after he had again come to himself. Somewhat
sleepy, they snuggled as the smell became ever more intensive.

"Do you smell that?” Lily asked and sat up to look at him.

"Yeah... it smells... burnt!” And he jumped out of bed like Merlin had created him and
rushed out of the door.

Lily climbed somewhat more slowly from the mattress and threw a cover around herself. Leisurely,
she went downstairs and into the kitchen. There, James stood dressed in nothing but a potholder and
held a black stone in his hands, which had been a casserole an hour ago. The windows were already
opened and the smoke floated into cold night air.

"That was like my lasagna,” he said and let it fall into the garbage bin.

"At least you still have salad. We won't starve.” She grinned and pulled him into the
cover with her when she saw the goose bumps on his skin.

"I also have dessert,” James announced proudly.

"Then we definitely won't starve.” And she stole a salad leaf.

A little later, they sat wrapped in bathrobes on the sofa in the living room and ate the
hors-d'oeuvre, which was now converted into a Caesar salad because James had found chicken in
the refrigerator.

"Can you play something for me?” Lily asked when she was finished and leaned on his
shoulder.

"I would, but it's broken,” he answered and stroked her hair. But she took his wand off
the couch table and directed it toward the piano. A flash shot into the instrument, lit up briefly,
and then it looked the same as before.

"Now it will work,” she announced, confident.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"The song you played the first night I moved in."

"No problem. It's my favorite.” It gushed from James as he rose. He had already sat
down on the piano bench and had touched the first keys when he stopped, frightened, and looked at
her.

Lily was still relaxed. "What's wrong?"

"How long have you known?"

"Since you betrayed yourself just now. Before I only had a suspicion."

He let his shoulders hang. "I would understand if you..."

"Don't be ridiculous," she interrupted and walked to him. "Did you really
think that I would do only Merlin knows to you?”

“To be honest, yes.” He nodded.

Lily sat down beside him on the bench. "Someone who knows how to make such a wonderful
Caesar salad as you deserves a second chance,” she joked and kissed him cheerfully. "Can you
continue please?”

"If I get dessert later on."

"Anything you want,” she promised him and listened to the concert piece he was playing.

**Epilogue**

Well, what can I say? Now I sit here with Minerva on the garden wall, watching Lily and Harry
playing down at the pond.

"What you think of that, Minnie?"

"Meow."

"Yeah, much too near the edge. I think so, too."

"Meow."

"I believe we should go to them. But I need to finish the story. Well, you go first and I
will come in a minute."

"Meow."

Where was I? Oh. You're probably wondering how long it took until Lily moved in with me at
Godric's Hollow. Well, several months! And why? Because the fury lady that is stalking down to
the pond had something against me. But my Lily flower got her way, and since Lily and I are
married, Minerva isn't a pain in the neck any longer.

If you are interested, we still work both at Artemis & Verne but both for only half a day
because we want to spend as much time as possible with Harry. He is simply worth more than money.
He will turn two years old tomorrow. Oh, Merlin. Then Moony and Padfoot will come over. I almost
forgot. I hope they didn't buy a baby hippogriff for Harry like they announced a week ago.
Well, we will see.

Erm, what else do you want to know? Melanie Mosag?

Oh. David Dunvegan had her notice the next morning with the confession on his desk. But I never
again heard of Mel. Ah, and Lily and I were promoted, I nearly forgot about that. It was simply no
longer important to us.

So, now I must go to my Lily Flower and Harry. Minerva is much to close to the pond. She never
learns.

"I'm coming love!"

Now I must go. See you!

**END**

*Wow! It's done! The story is over!*

*I hope you enjoyed all six chapters. Thanks to my beta, Catherine. If you sill found
mistakes, ups. Sorry. But I think she did a good job. See, English is a second language for me and
I had to translate everything first. That also explains the time it took to get the chaps
up.*

*Well, whatever.*

*Thank you for all your reviews! You all made me so happy!*

*Let me know if you are interested in a One shot were Lily and James stick together because of
an everlasting bubblegum. It's a story were you don't need to think, just read and
laugh.*

*Cheers!*

*Tanja*

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