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Chapter 3: Chapter 3
(Lily’s Point of View)
If I didn’t want to get up yesterday I certainly didn’t want to get up today. My whole body ached, physically and mentally. I’d had the worst night’s sleep. Over and over Petunia’s words had screamed inside my head, along with Severus’s ‘FREAK!’ ‘I don’t need help from filthy little mudbloods like her!’*
I gradually got myself out of bed and into the shower. But drowning in my sorrows didn’t make me feel much better either. I got dressed and went down stairs my mother was in the kitchen, but I decided I wasn’t very hungry. Besides I was already late.
I arrived for work just in time. Mary ready and waiting with today’s list and... Another friendly face.
“Ali! Your back! How was your holiday?” I said running up to the old woman. Momentarily forgetting Petunia.
“Hello Lily love. It was amazing thank you.” She replied giving me a hug.
Ali was in her late 60’s. Her eyes were a pale blue and she had greying hair which she kept (not very successfully) dyed brown.
“There’s time to catch up later! There’s work to do I want you out of here by 11!” Mary yelled heading back into her office.
“Oh ignore her love, grouchy old bat.” The old woman smiled.
“But Ali... I thought Mary was your friend?!” I laughed.
“Oh she is. But that doesn’t stop her from being a grouchy old bat!”
We chatted away idly as we worked; about her holiday in Spain, this and that. In fact it was so good to see her I almost completely forgot about Petunia... almost.
“Petunia’s getting married.” I said.
“Really? To that Vernon bloke? The one that looks like a pig in a moustache?”
“Ha ha that’s the one. I don’t think she wants me at her wedding though.” I said sadly, choking back tears.
“Oh come now, she’ll get over it dear. It’s old fashion sisterly jealousy. Now I know what’ll cheer you up. Mary tells me there are two strapping young lads in room 15... they’re still there... wanna sneak a peek?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Once Ali had gone into a service after there had been no reply at her knocking. She had gone in just as a man came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. She’d apologised in an embarrassed state claiming she was just there to make beds and collect his towels. Just like that the man had whipped off his towel and handed it to her. She’d never lived it down. Since then we’d had quite rough luck when it came to men still being in rooms. We’d seen more men half naked in their boxers than we’d ever care to count.
“I’m good thanks Ali, they’re all yours.”
“Suit yourself love, yummy lovelies here I come!” She said quietly as she knocked on the door. “Morning Lad, room service. We’re just here to collect your dirty towels and replace them.”
“Oh gee thanks.... Umm my friend is still in the bath, could you come back in 5?” That’s funny I thought, I swear I recognise that voice, I just couldn’t picture where.
“Not to worry my lovely, just leave everything you want replaced at the door!” She waited until the door closed to finish speaking. “Gods Lily... you missed out that time, he was definitely yummy. That hair and those abs? To die for!”
“Ha ha maybe next time.”
(James Point of View)
“Oi! Prongs! Hurry up and get out of the bath! The cleaning ladies want our towels!” Sirius yelled through the bathroom door.
“I’m relaxing!” I yelled back.
“I don’t give a pixie. Hurry up, I just got a look at the back of the younger one. She’s got a nice arse.”
Typical bloody Padfoot, all his mind focuses on is quidditch, food and girls.
“Alright, alright I’m hopping out.” I climbed out of the bath and wrapped a towel around my waist exiting the bathroom. “So where’s the girl with the nice arse?”
“Outside, I didn’t get a good look at her.”
“Just her arse?” I laughed.
“What? She’s just your type man, sexy red head.” He replied boastfully.
“Did you happen to find out how old she was?”
“No...” He admitted.
“Exactly. For all you know she could be old enough to be your mother.”
“No one with a body like should ever be compared to my mother Prongs. Never.”
“Alright, alright. Now sod off I want to get changed. Don’t need you sneaking a peek.” I chuckled, he fained horror and disappeared into his room.
I changed and knocked on his door.
“It’s safe now. So what’s the plan today?”
“Tiki tour on the bike? I thought maybe we could drop in on Remus... you know with tomorrow being...”
“Full moon. Sounds good to me.” Open road here we come.
“Sweet as, oh just leave the towels at the door they said they’d collect them later.”
We locked the room and wandered over to wear we’d left the bike. I rode shot gun and Sirius drove. We rode the countryside for a couple of hours until we found another safe place to hide the bike. Then from there we apparated to Remus’s house.
We played rock, parchment, wand to see who had to knock. Mrs Lupin was often... Jumpy with people visiting around this time of the month. Who could blame her poor woman? Sirius lost. Win for Prongs.
“Hey Mrs Lupin, is Remus here?”
“He’s in his room.” She replied timidly.
“Can we see him please?” I asked. She seemed nervous and I was sure she was going to say no, but she surprised me and opened the door.
“Don’t stay long, he needs his rest.”
We climbed the stairs and headed straight for his room. There door was closed but do you think that stopped Padfoot?
“Moony!!!” He yelled as he stormed through the door and jumped onto his bed. This earned him a groan.
“Sorry Remus, my evil twin is rather rude. I got the looks, brains and the charm he got well... what did you get?” That earned me a smile and some laughter from Remus and a scowl from Sirius. Padfoot 0 Prongs 2.
“Hey guys, how’s your little tour going?” He asked as he sat up.
“Brilliant...well up until we got to where we’re staying now. Place is a ghost town, no night life. Although... There is this bird with a nice arse, cleaning our room.” Sirius replied.
“What’s she like? What does she look like?”
“He doesn’t know, only seen the back of her. Oh wait... no he knows she’s a red head” I supplied.
“Typical Padfoot.” Remus chuckled shaking his head. “So where are you anyway?”
“Err... Coketown” Sirius replied.
“Cokeworth, you mean?”
“Yeah, how did you know Moony? Been there?” I asked.
“No, but I know someone who lives there.”
“It’s not important. There is a night life if you know where to look. Scannel Street, it’s full of abandoned factories. The local teens host parties every two days in one of them. But it’s always a different one every night.”
“Sweet! Know what we’re doing tonight Prongs! So what time do you want us to meet you tomorrow night Moony?”
“7pm, same place as last time, under the big maple tree.”
“Boys! It’s time for you to go now!” Mrs Lupin yelled from downstairs.
“See ya tomorrow Moony.”
(Lily’s Point of View)
“Hey sweet how was work? Hungry?” Mum asked when I walked in the door.
“Fine, Ali’s back. No thanks Mum.”
“Lily sweet you didn’t eat breakfast. I’ve gotta get to work but promise me... Promise me you’ll eat something” She replied slinging her purse over her shoulder.
“Yeah sure Mum”
“Promise me Lils.”
“Okay I promise.”
“Word on the grape vine is there’s a party happening tonight.”
“Well I don’t usually condone parties but in this case... I think it’ll do you some good. Ask around, have some fun for once hmm?”
Oh if only you knew, I thought. I won’t lie, the perfect Lily Evans had once snuck out to attend a party. It was after she got home in 5th year. The year Sev called her... that... she’d done it just to spite him. She’d taken Remus Lupin with her for moral support. She’d even enjoyed herself a little. It was her and Remus’s unspoken secret.
“Okay love, see you later. I’ll be home late. I love you Lils”
“Love you too Mum.”
*quote from Order of the Pheonix, US version, p. 648.