Title: Don't Let Them Find
Author:
jamie_love13 Beta-Edited: N/A
Pairings/Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black. Mentions of: James/Lily, Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 359 Words
Rating: PG-13 for Innuendo of the very Sexual Nature
Genre: None
Spoilers: All books
Status: Complete
Summary: James goes to a bowling alley and sees something he finds lovely.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Wish I did
Warnings: Sexual Innuendo.
Notes: Written for
hh_sugarquill Just because they’re ghosts, means nothing. They can still do everything that a living, human wizard can do, including apparating. Lily always gets nervous when the boys decide to apparate as ghosts, but there’s nothing she can do about it, so she lets them do it anyways. Sometimes, depending on her mood, she’ll even tag along, but those opportunities are very rare. Plus, as much as James loves his wife, there are days where he just needs to chill with the boys again. This day is definitely one of those days. They don’t know how they decide to go to a bowling alley, or why. All they do know is that James got to pick and he was randomly thinking about putting his fingers in places that the boys no longer talk about putting their fingers in and that made him think of bowling balls and for some reason, made him say Bowling Alley out loud, and wham! They were at a bowling alley. James didn’t mind, and while Sirius and Remus were shocked for a minute, they got over it quickly and grabbed some shoes and an alley. They could see some living people mulling around, but they never really thought about it. At least, not until Sirius perked up, his doggy ears picking something familiar up. James let the bowling ball go, and looked towards the doors, which is where Sirius was looking. Pretty soon, they were all standing around one another, looking at the doors, and when James heard Sirius gasp, he couldn’t help but frown, but soon, he found himself continuing with the game they were playing, with Sirius being the last to join.
A little while later, James could see Sirius staring at the other end of the alleyway, a smile on his face. James goes over to his friend, sees what he’s staring at and smiles back. There, right in their own bowling lane, is his son, at a fine age of 25, with his beautiful fiancé, a girl who’s been there for him since he was eleven years old. And James wouldn’t have it any other way. And neither would his friends.