Author: James' Lily Flower PM
At the age of nine months, James Potter's dying mother asked Anna Evans to care for her son. Under the belief that Lily is his blood sibling, James worries when his feelings for Lily are more than brotherly. Full summary inside and on profile.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Lily Evans P. & James P. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,305 - Reviews: 65 - Favs: 27 - Follows: 44 - Updated: 07-21-08 - Published: 12-09-07 - id: 3937152
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"What is the problem, James?" Remus asked him slowly.
James sat opposite him, sulking. Eric had asked Lily out the previous evening. James had walked in on the participating in some light snogging and was furious.
James shrugged. "I don't like him."
Remus looked at him sternly. "It's not up to you, James."
The dark haired boy's eyebrows rose, "he's stealing from me!"
Remus almost laughed at the stupidity of this statement, but didn't, knowing it would only anger his friend further. "James," he started in a low but absolutely serious voice, "Lily isn't your property."
James growled, "He's putting his hands on her like a goddamn thief."
Remus stood and walked around to James' back. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "James, she's a woman now."
"But he's still stealing from me!" James repeated in earnest.
"She wants to date him, James," Remus said rubbing his temples. "She can't date you, can she?"
James looked at him in shock. How did Remus know? His feelings were so mixed up. He didn't want his friends to know.
James looked at him furiously. "What are you talking about? Date me?! I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
"I gave you my advice, James, that's all," Remus said, looking at his friend tiredly.
James paused to gather himself. "Well, thanks. Thanks very much. It's just- it's breaking my heart, you know. I-"
"I understand," Remus said softly. "Put it out of your mind. Can you do that?"
James felt the threat of sobs. "I-" he paused, lost for words. "I'll see you around," he said, standing and hastily moving out of the room.
"James, are you okay?" Lily asked, moving up behind him.
He raised his head sharply to look at her, "managed to drag yourself out of your little boyfriend's arms for long enough to talk to your boring old brother?"
Lily narrowed her eyes at his cold, mocking tone, "what?"
"He's a bloody arsehole, Lily," James said, "and you, you are acting like a slut!"
Lily growled at him, "that so called arsehole is my boyfriend, and you need to get used to it! Anyway, how can you say I'm going all slut? You're going out there to shag your girlfriend."
James frowned, "it's different."
"How is it different, James? HOW!?" Lily yelled.
James gave her a stubborn look and moved away from her to pace the corner of the grounds they were sitting in.
"Do you really hate me that much?" he asked her quietly. He was almost afraid of the answer.
Lily quirked an eyebrow at him, "where the hell did that come from?"
"Of course I don't, James," she said moving over and placing her arms around his neck in an embrace.
James sighed, taking in her soft scent as his buried his head into the arch of her neck. He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, before realising that his actions were not meant as friendly.
"I'll see you later, Lil," he said softly.
She opened her mouth to suggest otherwise but it was too late. He'd disappeared in the other direction.
"Mum, I need to talk to you," James said bending over the fireplace.
"What's the problem, honey?" her kind face filled the place.
"It's Lily, I'm feeling these strange… impulses around her, ones I can't explain."
"What sort of impulses?"
"Romantic impulses, mum," he took a deep, calming breath. "Mum, I think I fancy my sister."
She gave him a strained look.
"I can't believe it. She's my sister, and I know, its bloody sick." He admitted.
"James, I have a confession. Something your father and I should have told you a long time ago. You're not our son, and Lily is not your sister. You're adopted, James."
Sorry it's disgustingly short, but I won't leave it as long next time. Promise! My manager is making me write lots, ;).