Stumbling into the homely kitchen as usual I was greeted by the soft flow of yellowy sunshine streaming through the little window on the far wall. Yawning slightly, I began the process of getting myself a cup of coffee while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It was not long before a tap was heard on the window and I looked up to see a large barn owl staring at me through the glass, perched upon the narrow windowsill on the outside wall. I hurried to open it, removing the roll of paper from its leg and dropping some coins into its little pouch. It flew away without another glance as I dropped the newspaper onto the kitchen table and went to stir some sugar into my coffee, leaving the window open.
It was just as I was sitting down to sip my drink, the newspaper laid out on the table ready to be read, when I heard a knock on the door. Irritated, though really quite flustered, I grabbed hold of my wand which I had tucked behind my ear and crept to the door.
Holding my wand ready I spoke in a loud, clear voice, "Who's there?"
"Malfoy," said a drawling voice, though the tone was slightly too deep to be accurate. I raised an eyebrow.
"Malfoy?" I said incredulously.
The perpetrator drew a long, deep sigh and spoke in a tone of mock-sadness, "I guess I'm just too pretty to pass for such a slimy git. Ah well, are you going to let me in or what Lily?"
I smiled, tucking a lock of my long, dark red hair behind my ear as I leaned against the wall beside the door, not opening it. "I'm afraid I still don't know who you are," I said, fighting to keep the smile out of my voice and failing pathetically.
The man snickered. "Would I be correct in thinking that the only way to get through this door would be engaging in a game of 'Twenty Questions'?" he asked in an amused tone.
"Perhaps," I replied coolly, "Though I'm sure your name would suffice."
"Just my name?" he asked in a suddenly sharp voice, "You know better than that Lily." His tone was reproving.
I just smiled more broadly. "Well then, my dear Sirius, I will ask you a question, though you've made it rather obvious it could be no one else but y-"
"-Oh so suddenly know who I am do you?" he cut me off jokingly. "And here I was starting to feel rather dejected. Well then, on with the question."
I chuckled. "If you insist," I replied, thinking for a moment. "How many pairs of socks does James Potter own?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Thirteen." He answered promptly.
My jaw dropped open and I could feel the crease between my eyebrows. How could anyone know that? I decided to voice this thought.
"How could anyone know that?" I demanded, incredulous.
"Are you going to let me in or what?" he demanded back, attempting to sound frustrated rather than victorious.
I stood up straight and tapped the door's lock with my wand, opening it to a tall, dark haired man with bright eyes and an irritatingly triumphant grin stretched across the unshaved planes of this face. He looked down at me smugly and kissed my cheek before leading the way into the kitchen.
"You know that wasn't a very good question. It'd be pretty easy for a DeathEater to find out the answer," he said as he threw his own copy of the Daily Prophet onto the table and claimed my chair.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't think anybody in their right mind would bother to count James' socks, Sirius," I replied rather drowsily. "But apparently I forgot about his boyfriend in my calculations," I added, smirking slightly.
He ignored my last comment and took a sip of my coffee, though spluttered when tasting it and spat it back out into the cup.
"Eugh, Sirius, you idiot!" I whined as he looked disgustedly into the cup.
"Sugar and cream?" he asked looking sickened. "I don't know how you stand it."
I sighed in exasperation and glanced at the clock on the wall before jumping up, shocked. "It's 7 o'clock already!" I looked longingly at my mutilated cup of coffee before dumping it in the sink and bustling around looking for something to quickly swallow in the way of breakfast.
"Oh, right. James said you were visiting one of your old muggle friends today. Where is he anyway?" he asked looking around the bright kitchen.
"Still asleep," I mumbled around the muesli I had crammed into my mouth.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You're not taking him?" he asked suspiciously.
"Nope," I yelled behind me as I rushed up the stairs to change.
I changed quickly into the simple muggle clothing of jeans and a t-shirt and tugged a brush through my hair while sneaking as silently as possible around the dark bedroom so as not to wake a still-sleeping James. Finally, grabbing a jacket and James' invisibility cloak as discussed, I tiptoed to the bed and knelt beside the head of messy black hair.
His eyes were closed though he was smiling slightly. I stroked the length of his cheek once with my fingertips and kissed him lightly on his soft, warm lips, my heart fluttering as I did so. Smiling, I pulled away slowly only to find my way blocked by a strong arm. I turned my head to see that he was blocking me with the arm he wasn't lying on and looked back towards him to see that his slight smile had morphed into a full-blown grin.
"Sorry," I whispered apologetically, "I didn't mean to wake you."
He opened his eye-lids slowly to reveal his marvelous hazel eyes, staring intently into mine.
"Do you hear me complaining?" He whispered back.
I chuckled as he pulled me closer to kiss me again. His lips were warm and lovely though I pulled away after a couple of seconds and smiled.
"I have to go now," I sighed.
"No," he groaned, irritated.
My smile widened. "I'll be back before you know it, I even got you a babysitter" I laughed quietly.
He smiled at the sound of my laugh, though his eye-lids drooped and closed. I frowned.
"I'm going to write to Dumbledore and get you off duty tonight. You're exhausted," I said disapprovingly.
It was his turn to frown. "I'm fine Lily, love. Really, I am," he said, his eyes still closed.
I laughed a bit again; I was amazed he thought he had a choice. His eyes didn't open this time.
"I better be going then," I said, attempting stand up. His arm tightened around me again and though his eyes didn't open, he pulled me onto the bed and rolled me onto his other side. I laughed yet again and tried to disentangle myself from his hold.
"James, I really have to go," I said, unable to keep the smile from my face.
I looked up into his face and found him staring at me, his eyes open at last and a grin spread across his features.
"Nope," he said coolly.
I frowned. "You know, the longer you hold me hostage here, the longer it'll take for me to get back."
A crease formed between his eyebrows and his lower lip jutted out in a fake pout, though his arms loosened. I chuckled and kissed his forehead before rolling out of the bed and grabbing both my wand and the invisibility cloak where they had dropped onto the floor.
I headed for the door and heard James whisper sleepily, "I love you Lily Evans."
I paused in the door frame, my heart fluttering as I whispered back, "I love you too, James Potter," before closing the door quietly behind me.
I turned around to find Sirius leaning against the wall across from our bedroom door, his arms folded and a smile on his face.
"Babysitting am I?" he asked pleasantly.
A corner of my mouth turned up in half a smile. "Eavesdropping, Sirius? I wouldn't have believed it of you," I replied sarcastically. "But I didn't expect you this early."
His smile grew larger, "Well you know how much I like to wake up my Prongs now don't you?"
I laughed at that. "I guess I do." I reached up to kiss him on his scratchy cheek in farewell.
"Eugh," I said jokingly. "Honestly Padfoot, have you considered using a razor?" I complained, skipping down the stairs two at a time.
"I love you too Lilykins," he retorted from the floor above me as I opened the door.
Smiling broadly I stepped out into the crisp morning air, locking the door behind me and walking over to my portkey, a small and rusty watering can by the low garden fence. Before placing a finger on it I wrapped the invisibility cloak around myself and cast a muffliato charm around me so I would not be seen or heard when my portkey arrived. I took a deep breath and checked my wristwatch. My eyes bulged as I read the time - 7.20 am. The can glowed with a bluish light and I lunged towards it, my hand outstretched, my heart pounding.