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While things had been rather bloody mental during Halloween and all that, James and Lily had done all right for themselves. In spite of all the manky creatures running about like mad, they were relatively unscathed, as was POTTER PALACE, which still stood QUITE MAGNIFICENTLY over Green Arrow Estates, lording as only something belonging to James Potter could.
In the days that have come to pass since Halloween, most people had been filling their days with rebuilding, reconnecting, and rejuvenating themselves. James didn't have need for any of that tripe, though he had been thinking an awful lot about Harry in that time. Every so often he would take out his invisibility cloak, remembering what Hermione had said to him about it. One day the cloak would belong to Harry. Or rather, it already did, in Hermione and Ron's time.
That morning James pulled the cloak out of the bottom-most drawer. As Lily slept, James sat on the opposite edge of the bed and curled his fingers into the strange-feeling fabric, thinking about their boy and his friends. The cloak was really of no use to James here. If he'd ever return home, from what he understood things would be exactly as they were when he'd left. That meant the cloak would still be stuffed at the bottom of his trunk in Gryffindor. Therefore, there wasn't any reason he COULDN'T just...pass it on. For now.
After pressing a kiss to the back of Lily's head, James stepped into his trainers and headed down to the beach, cloak tucked under his arm. He reached Ron and Hermione's tent after a couple of minutes. From inside the tent there was faint snoring, so James merely undid the zip and placed the cloak at the head of the tent, a small grin on his face. They'd appreciate having a bit of Harry with them; James was sure of it.
Whistling a crap Celestina Warbeck song that Peter had charmed to play repeatedly for approximately five hours on the Wireless (until Sirius had blasted it into a million pieces) one time back in their dorm room, James headed home. Lord Godric Aelfsi Scirheard Rufus Bythesea Hootington the Third hooted softly as James passed him. Making a mental note to take the old boy to the far side of the island later that afternoon for a hunt, James slipped silently inside the hut. Evans was still asleep, but that didn't stop James from slipping into bed beside her, one hand curling about her stomach.
"Evans," James whispered rather loudly. She didn't move, so he tried again. "OI, EVANS."
Murmuring sleepily, she dug an elbow sharply into his stomach.
"BLOODY HELL, WOMAN," James bellowed.
Lily laughed just then, carefree and sleepy and a wee bit smug. "Serves you right, Potter," she said around a yawn.
"Yeah, I s'pose it does," James admitted. "But I only tease because I LOVE, Evans. Doesn't that count for something?"
"Can't really see to count 'cause your big head's constantly in the way."
"But you wouldn't have it any other way," James said knowingly.
The abrupt silence made him laugh; clamming up was AS GOOD AS ADMITTING IT in his book.
Just then light began to stream through the window, so much so that James had to squint against it. He didn't mind it, though. In that golden, sunlight morning, all was well.
[Yes, James and Lily have now gone home. Potter Palace is empty -- but it won't be for long!]
In the days that have come to pass since Halloween, most people had been filling their days with rebuilding, reconnecting, and rejuvenating themselves. James didn't have need for any of that tripe, though he had been thinking an awful lot about Harry in that time. Every so often he would take out his invisibility cloak, remembering what Hermione had said to him about it. One day the cloak would belong to Harry. Or rather, it already did, in Hermione and Ron's time.
That morning James pulled the cloak out of the bottom-most drawer. As Lily slept, James sat on the opposite edge of the bed and curled his fingers into the strange-feeling fabric, thinking about their boy and his friends. The cloak was really of no use to James here. If he'd ever return home, from what he understood things would be exactly as they were when he'd left. That meant the cloak would still be stuffed at the bottom of his trunk in Gryffindor. Therefore, there wasn't any reason he COULDN'T just...pass it on. For now.
After pressing a kiss to the back of Lily's head, James stepped into his trainers and headed down to the beach, cloak tucked under his arm. He reached Ron and Hermione's tent after a couple of minutes. From inside the tent there was faint snoring, so James merely undid the zip and placed the cloak at the head of the tent, a small grin on his face. They'd appreciate having a bit of Harry with them; James was sure of it.
Whistling a crap Celestina Warbeck song that Peter had charmed to play repeatedly for approximately five hours on the Wireless (until Sirius had blasted it into a million pieces) one time back in their dorm room, James headed home. Lord Godric Aelfsi Scirheard Rufus Bythesea Hootington the Third hooted softly as James passed him. Making a mental note to take the old boy to the far side of the island later that afternoon for a hunt, James slipped silently inside the hut. Evans was still asleep, but that didn't stop James from slipping into bed beside her, one hand curling about her stomach.
"Evans," James whispered rather loudly. She didn't move, so he tried again. "OI, EVANS."
Murmuring sleepily, she dug an elbow sharply into his stomach.
"BLOODY HELL, WOMAN," James bellowed.
Lily laughed just then, carefree and sleepy and a wee bit smug. "Serves you right, Potter," she said around a yawn.
"Yeah, I s'pose it does," James admitted. "But I only tease because I LOVE, Evans. Doesn't that count for something?"
"Can't really see to count 'cause your big head's constantly in the way."
"But you wouldn't have it any other way," James said knowingly.
The abrupt silence made him laugh; clamming up was AS GOOD AS ADMITTING IT in his book.
Just then light began to stream through the window, so much so that James had to squint against it. He didn't mind it, though. In that golden, sunlight morning, all was well.
[Yes, James and Lily have now gone home. Potter Palace is empty -- but it won't be for long!]