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rosie_ruesTitle: A Chance to Convalesce
Rating: PG (for language)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them.
Wordcount: 1573
Prompt: Last fruits.
Notes: Sixth year. Lily thinks on her feet.
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Lily was not in a particularly good mood by the time she headed back to the Common Room. She wasn’t always sure she liked the Slug Club but she had learned early enough that to get anywhere in this world when you were a Muggleborn meant you had to be twice as good and twice as canny. She wasn’t above using Slughorn and his creepy little clique.
On the other hand, it meant she was obliged to do him the odd favour. She really didn’t appreciate having to take over Severus’ Remedial Potions classes. Her evenings should not be filled with snotty second-years who couldn’t even chop a shrivelfig properly. The fact they’d tried to play her up because she wasn’t as much as a bastard as Severus – hmph.
Then she ran into the entry hall and found the Potters.
Mr Potter spotted her first and waved.
Her mood cast aside, Lily dashed over. “Hello. What are you doing here?”
“Came to see our reprobate,” Mr Potter said with a chuckle. “The new one, not the one we’ve been stuck with for sixteen years.”
Lily nodded. “Remus says he’s getting better. He was really bad, though.” She shivered. Sirius might be one of the minor banes of her existence but he wasn’t meant to almost die. Loud, loyal, infuriating people didn’t just die.
“We’re going to ask Professor McGonagall if we can take him home with us,” Mrs Potter said firmly.
“But the Quidditch season’s about to start!” Lily protested and then blinked. She’d been spending far too much time with James.
“Precisely,” Mrs Potter said. “There’s no way he’ll rest properly if he’s flying about in all weather.”
But what about Remus? Lily thought and had the sense not to say it. She adored the Potters but they were old and who knew what they’d think if they knew their adopted son was besotted with one of his best friends. Particularly as she wasn’t sure that Sirius knew he was besotted.
“We brought some apples,” Mr P said. “Jamie said you’d enjoyed the first batch. Here, we are – last of the season.”
“Thanks,” Lily said, her mind whirling, and found her arms full of a sack of apples. She staggered under the weight and squeaked as the Potters headed upstairs.
Mr Potter turned back to look at her, frowning curiously.
“I’ll, uh, just tell James you’re here,” Lily said and headed off as fast as she could under the weight of the apples.
By the time she shoved the sack through the portrait hole she had a plan.
“James!”
He was crouched by the fire, sucking the end of his quill so intently she was sure he was writing to Peter rather than doing homework. At her breathless shout, he bounced up and dashed over to relieve her of the sack.
“Your parents are here,” she gasped.
“And they brought food?”
Lily threw her arms into the air. “They’ve come to take Sirius away!”
James blinked. “Why?”
“Because he’s ill.”
“What’s wrong with being ill here?” James demanded, undoing the bag. “Wow. There’s jam in here too.”
“They’re not going to bring him back until after the Slytherin match!”
All the colour drained from James’ face. He made a strangled noise and ran. Lily leapt over the apples that were spilling across the floor and went after him.
She had enough breath left to think, Hah! The Hat had a point. Maybe I should have been in Slytherin. Then she had to sprint to keep up.
James burst into the Hospital Wing and charged across to Sirius’ bed, howling, “Noooo! We can’t lose again!”
Madam Pomfrey in the side ward, talking to the Potters, and obviously couldn’t hear him through the glass. Sirius sat up and waved his arms wildly before collapsing back onto the bed, coughing.
“They can’t steal my Beater!” James roared and cast himself at the bed. “No!”
Across the ward, Jan Lucas, the Hufflepuff captain, sat and called croakily, “What’s that? You’re going down, Potter!”
“No!” James said and attached himself to Sirius’ bedpost. Lily suddenly wondered if she should have been more concerned about the Potters getting the wrong idea about James and Sirius.
Sirius stopped coughing and said feebly, “’Lo, Prongs. What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you dare!” James said. “Don’t you dare betray me.”
Sirius blinked and said indignantly, “Me?”
On the other side of the bed, Remus had finally stopped laughing enough to say, “James, I really don’t think you’re helping. Leave him to his sickbed.”
“I haven’t been sick in the bed!”
“Of course you haven’t,” Remus said soothingly and mouthed, ‘temperature’ at Lily.
“Blown my nose on the sheets, though.”
“That’s revolting!” Lily said immediately.
Sirius gazed at her soulfully. “Remus says he won’t sleep with me again if I keep doing it.”
“Oh, fuck,” Remus muttered.
“What?” Lily said.
“It’s alright,” James said. “I know what he means. But shut up, Pads, before anyone gets the wrong idea.”
“I’m getting the wrong idea!” Lily exclaimed. Surely, they weren’t?
Remus seemed to be doing his best to sink through his chair and into the floor below.
“Remus wriggles,” Sirius said and blinked at her. “Did you know your hair’s on fire, Evans?”
“No, it’s not,” Remus said from behind his hands. “You’re seeing things again. Which means it’s time to shut up and go to sleep.”
“I don’t want to shut up. I don’t like shutting up. Talking to you. Like making you blush. Isn’t he funny when he blushes?”
“Not saying anything,” James said.
Sirius pouted and Lily took pity on him. She smiled sweetly at Remus and said, “He has a very pretty blush.”
“See!” Sirius said triumphantly. “Evans knows. Did you know James fancies you, Evans?”
“I’ve changed my mind,” James said. “Take him away. I never want to see him again.”
“He’s not that bad, really,” Sirius said confidingly. “Apart from being a sick pervert.
But that could probably be a good thing, if you were in the mood. You should give him a try – I mean, you can’t have me and Remus doesn’t like girls-”
“Kill me, please. No, kill him first.”
Sirius beamed. “You can share my grave, Moony.”
Lily looked at James. “Is he always like this when he’s ill?”
James wouldn’t meet her eye. “No.”
“Or we would have killed him years ago,” Remus muttered. “What do you mean, take him away?”
Lily perched on the end of the bed. “The Potters are here. They want to take him home to recuperate.”
“The beach!” Sirius said. “We’re all going to the beach! Oh, Evans, Prongs never told you but he really likes your bikini.”
James buried his head in the blankets, muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“It’s alright,” Lily said sweetly. “I noticed.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
“Especially when you were taking it off.” Sirius sank back against his pillows. “Dirty bugger with a cloak.”
“Really?” Lily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Don’t believe a word he says! He’s delirious!”
“The beach! We’re all going on a summer-”
Remus put his hand firmly over Sirius’ mouth and said, “No singing. Prongs, bugger off. Pomfrey’s spotted you and she’s spitting.”
He was still blushing, Lily noticed gleefully.
“Nmrurkunfrwkurtwu.”
“It’s autumn,” Remus said firmly. “And I am never letting you watch television again.”
James had vanished under the bed. Lily patted Sirius on the shoulder and said, “We can’t come, Sirius. It would just be you. Lots of peace and quiet.”
Sirius looked appalled. Remus looked suspicious. Lily ghosted a wink at him. “Very restful,” she said. “Just what you need. Bit of time to think things through and catch up with all the work you’ve missed.”
Sirius’ eyes were getting wider and wider as she spoke.
“Good place for convalescents, the south coast. You see the old boys all over the place, in their bathchairs, tucked in with their blankets. The poor things look so happy, sitting on the prom all day.”
Sirius pulled Remus’ hand away from his mouth. “Moony?”
Remus gave Lily a hard look. She smiled blandly.
“You’ll have a lovely time with the Potters, Sirius. I’m sure.” Remus was trying to sound reassuring.
“Not going without you.”
“Sirius.”
“Time for us to be going, Potter,” Lily said brightly. Sirius was clutching Remus’ hand.
James was still under the bed. “Going to stay here and die.”
“You’ll get caught. And I’ll get all your jam.”
He crawled out and bolted for the door without looking at her. She strolled after him, feeling rather pleased with herself. Let nobody say Lily Evans stood in the way of true love.
James was waiting in the corridor, arms crossed. “What the hell was all that about?”
She grinned at him and strolled past. “Obvious. Isn’t it? What does Sirius do when he’s on his own and bored?”
“Brood,” James said irritably.
“Which never has happy consequences. Keep him here and he’ll just be crotchety. Send him home and he’ll be miserable, Remus will be miserable, you’ll get sick of them both and poor Peter will be frantic about you all.”
“Hmph,” James said and gave her one of those slow, assessing looks which always warned her he wasn’t the idiot he often pretended to be.
To head him off she poked him in the chest and said, “And now, Potter, I think we need to have a little talk about the appropriate usage of an Invisibility Cloak.”
Rating: PG (for language)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them.
Wordcount: 1573
Prompt: Last fruits.
Notes: Sixth year. Lily thinks on her feet.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25
Lily was not in a particularly good mood by the time she headed back to the Common Room. She wasn’t always sure she liked the Slug Club but she had learned early enough that to get anywhere in this world when you were a Muggleborn meant you had to be twice as good and twice as canny. She wasn’t above using Slughorn and his creepy little clique.
On the other hand, it meant she was obliged to do him the odd favour. She really didn’t appreciate having to take over Severus’ Remedial Potions classes. Her evenings should not be filled with snotty second-years who couldn’t even chop a shrivelfig properly. The fact they’d tried to play her up because she wasn’t as much as a bastard as Severus – hmph.
Then she ran into the entry hall and found the Potters.
Mr Potter spotted her first and waved.
Her mood cast aside, Lily dashed over. “Hello. What are you doing here?”
“Came to see our reprobate,” Mr Potter said with a chuckle. “The new one, not the one we’ve been stuck with for sixteen years.”
Lily nodded. “Remus says he’s getting better. He was really bad, though.” She shivered. Sirius might be one of the minor banes of her existence but he wasn’t meant to almost die. Loud, loyal, infuriating people didn’t just die.
“We’re going to ask Professor McGonagall if we can take him home with us,” Mrs Potter said firmly.
“But the Quidditch season’s about to start!” Lily protested and then blinked. She’d been spending far too much time with James.
“Precisely,” Mrs Potter said. “There’s no way he’ll rest properly if he’s flying about in all weather.”
But what about Remus? Lily thought and had the sense not to say it. She adored the Potters but they were old and who knew what they’d think if they knew their adopted son was besotted with one of his best friends. Particularly as she wasn’t sure that Sirius knew he was besotted.
“We brought some apples,” Mr P said. “Jamie said you’d enjoyed the first batch. Here, we are – last of the season.”
“Thanks,” Lily said, her mind whirling, and found her arms full of a sack of apples. She staggered under the weight and squeaked as the Potters headed upstairs.
Mr Potter turned back to look at her, frowning curiously.
“I’ll, uh, just tell James you’re here,” Lily said and headed off as fast as she could under the weight of the apples.
By the time she shoved the sack through the portrait hole she had a plan.
“James!”
He was crouched by the fire, sucking the end of his quill so intently she was sure he was writing to Peter rather than doing homework. At her breathless shout, he bounced up and dashed over to relieve her of the sack.
“Your parents are here,” she gasped.
“And they brought food?”
Lily threw her arms into the air. “They’ve come to take Sirius away!”
James blinked. “Why?”
“Because he’s ill.”
“What’s wrong with being ill here?” James demanded, undoing the bag. “Wow. There’s jam in here too.”
“They’re not going to bring him back until after the Slytherin match!”
All the colour drained from James’ face. He made a strangled noise and ran. Lily leapt over the apples that were spilling across the floor and went after him.
She had enough breath left to think, Hah! The Hat had a point. Maybe I should have been in Slytherin. Then she had to sprint to keep up.
James burst into the Hospital Wing and charged across to Sirius’ bed, howling, “Noooo! We can’t lose again!”
Madam Pomfrey in the side ward, talking to the Potters, and obviously couldn’t hear him through the glass. Sirius sat up and waved his arms wildly before collapsing back onto the bed, coughing.
“They can’t steal my Beater!” James roared and cast himself at the bed. “No!”
Across the ward, Jan Lucas, the Hufflepuff captain, sat and called croakily, “What’s that? You’re going down, Potter!”
“No!” James said and attached himself to Sirius’ bedpost. Lily suddenly wondered if she should have been more concerned about the Potters getting the wrong idea about James and Sirius.
Sirius stopped coughing and said feebly, “’Lo, Prongs. What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you dare!” James said. “Don’t you dare betray me.”
Sirius blinked and said indignantly, “Me?”
On the other side of the bed, Remus had finally stopped laughing enough to say, “James, I really don’t think you’re helping. Leave him to his sickbed.”
“I haven’t been sick in the bed!”
“Of course you haven’t,” Remus said soothingly and mouthed, ‘temperature’ at Lily.
“Blown my nose on the sheets, though.”
“That’s revolting!” Lily said immediately.
Sirius gazed at her soulfully. “Remus says he won’t sleep with me again if I keep doing it.”
“Oh, fuck,” Remus muttered.
“What?” Lily said.
“It’s alright,” James said. “I know what he means. But shut up, Pads, before anyone gets the wrong idea.”
“I’m getting the wrong idea!” Lily exclaimed. Surely, they weren’t?
Remus seemed to be doing his best to sink through his chair and into the floor below.
“Remus wriggles,” Sirius said and blinked at her. “Did you know your hair’s on fire, Evans?”
“No, it’s not,” Remus said from behind his hands. “You’re seeing things again. Which means it’s time to shut up and go to sleep.”
“I don’t want to shut up. I don’t like shutting up. Talking to you. Like making you blush. Isn’t he funny when he blushes?”
“Not saying anything,” James said.
Sirius pouted and Lily took pity on him. She smiled sweetly at Remus and said, “He has a very pretty blush.”
“See!” Sirius said triumphantly. “Evans knows. Did you know James fancies you, Evans?”
“I’ve changed my mind,” James said. “Take him away. I never want to see him again.”
“He’s not that bad, really,” Sirius said confidingly. “Apart from being a sick pervert.
But that could probably be a good thing, if you were in the mood. You should give him a try – I mean, you can’t have me and Remus doesn’t like girls-”
“Kill me, please. No, kill him first.”
Sirius beamed. “You can share my grave, Moony.”
Lily looked at James. “Is he always like this when he’s ill?”
James wouldn’t meet her eye. “No.”
“Or we would have killed him years ago,” Remus muttered. “What do you mean, take him away?”
Lily perched on the end of the bed. “The Potters are here. They want to take him home to recuperate.”
“The beach!” Sirius said. “We’re all going to the beach! Oh, Evans, Prongs never told you but he really likes your bikini.”
James buried his head in the blankets, muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“It’s alright,” Lily said sweetly. “I noticed.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
“Especially when you were taking it off.” Sirius sank back against his pillows. “Dirty bugger with a cloak.”
“Really?” Lily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Don’t believe a word he says! He’s delirious!”
“The beach! We’re all going on a summer-”
Remus put his hand firmly over Sirius’ mouth and said, “No singing. Prongs, bugger off. Pomfrey’s spotted you and she’s spitting.”
He was still blushing, Lily noticed gleefully.
“Nmrurkunfrwkurtwu.”
“It’s autumn,” Remus said firmly. “And I am never letting you watch television again.”
James had vanished under the bed. Lily patted Sirius on the shoulder and said, “We can’t come, Sirius. It would just be you. Lots of peace and quiet.”
Sirius looked appalled. Remus looked suspicious. Lily ghosted a wink at him. “Very restful,” she said. “Just what you need. Bit of time to think things through and catch up with all the work you’ve missed.”
Sirius’ eyes were getting wider and wider as she spoke.
“Good place for convalescents, the south coast. You see the old boys all over the place, in their bathchairs, tucked in with their blankets. The poor things look so happy, sitting on the prom all day.”
Sirius pulled Remus’ hand away from his mouth. “Moony?”
Remus gave Lily a hard look. She smiled blandly.
“You’ll have a lovely time with the Potters, Sirius. I’m sure.” Remus was trying to sound reassuring.
“Not going without you.”
“Sirius.”
“Time for us to be going, Potter,” Lily said brightly. Sirius was clutching Remus’ hand.
James was still under the bed. “Going to stay here and die.”
“You’ll get caught. And I’ll get all your jam.”
He crawled out and bolted for the door without looking at her. She strolled after him, feeling rather pleased with herself. Let nobody say Lily Evans stood in the way of true love.
James was waiting in the corridor, arms crossed. “What the hell was all that about?”
She grinned at him and strolled past. “Obvious. Isn’t it? What does Sirius do when he’s on his own and bored?”
“Brood,” James said irritably.
“Which never has happy consequences. Keep him here and he’ll just be crotchety. Send him home and he’ll be miserable, Remus will be miserable, you’ll get sick of them both and poor Peter will be frantic about you all.”
“Hmph,” James said and gave her one of those slow, assessing looks which always warned her he wasn’t the idiot he often pretended to be.
To head him off she poked him in the chest and said, “And now, Potter, I think we need to have a little talk about the appropriate usage of an Invisibility Cloak.”
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Date: 2006-01-19 05:43 pm (UTC)LOVE IT. I'm sorry this is old and I'm popping up to comment, but I was reading your
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Date: 2006-01-19 06:08 pm (UTC)I love working in little bits of foreshadowing. I think Lily must have been quite tricky to cope with James and the others.
Thanks for the comment :)