A/N:Disclaimer: All Harry Potter-related characters, names, places, objects, spells, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. I only own the original characters and the plot.
On Saturday morning, I wake up early and sneak down to the bottom of the girls’ staircases with Alice to let James, Sirius, and Remus in. James is holding a bunch of balloons, Sirius is holding confetti, and Remus is holding a noise maker. I put my finger to my lips to motion to them to be quiet and we all ascend the staircases together.
Lily is sleeping soundly when we enter. I know her alarm will go off in exactly one minute. (Yes, Lily sets an alarm on Saturdays. We’ve learned to accept her.)
The alarm beeps, and Lily stretches her arm across to turn it off. When she sits up in bed and opens her eyes we yell, “Happy birthday!” Remus blows the noisemakers and Sirius throws the confetti.
She starts a little at the outburst, but breaks into a huge grin. James goes over and gives her a kiss. “Happy birthday, Lils.”
The day passes, and Lily is having a fine time. The morning mail brings her birthday cards, and Petunia even signed the one from her family. At Lily’s request, we have another snowball fight.
“Last time we did this, you couldn’t stand me,” James laughs as we head out to the grounds.
“Don’t remind me,” says Lily with a laugh.
“Last time we did this, let me think…” Sirius says t me with a grin. “Ah, it was right after you saw me shirtless and got, dare I say, quite uncomfortable.”
“Well, I don’t mind so much anymore,” I tell him, smiling back.
“Well, I should hope not,” he says, and captures my lips with his own.
“Hey, you two, knock it off,” says James good-naturedly. “Let’s get this snowball fight started.”
“So, what are the teams?” asks Remus.
“How about…birthday girl versus everyone else!” shouts James. Lily shrieks in delight as everyone begins to pelt her with snowballs.
An hour later, we head back into the castle to get warm.
“I’m just disappointed I can’t eat dinner with any of you on my birthday,” says Lily as she finishes getting ready for dinner.
“I know, we really are sorry about that,” I say guiltily. “But it was awfully nice of McGonagall to let us do our detentions during dinner so we can spend time with you after.”
“I suppose,” says Lily wistfully. “Well, we’d better go; you don’t want to be late for McGonagall. Kimmy offered to eat with me.”
“That’s great!” says Alice. “You’ll be back with us before you know it.”
We walk Lily down to the Great Hall, and disappear in the direction that would lead us to McGonagall’s office. Once we’re out of sight, James shows us the secret passage that will lead us back up to the Common Room.
“Just poke the man’s nose and say, ‘Pish posh’, and he’ll open right up,” he tells us, gesturing to the portrait of an old man in maroon robes. Then he and Sirius sneak off to the One-Eyed Witch Passageway to get everything we’ll need from Hogsmeade, while Remus, Peter, and Frank sneak down to the kitchens.
Alice pokes the man, who scrunches up his nose and says, “And what do you want?”
“Pish posh,” I say, and he swings open, revealing an opening in the wall. Alice and I climb through it and follow the passageway until it ends, bringing us out right outside the Gryffindor Common Room.
We begin our decorating right away. A “Happy Birthday, Lily!” banner, balloons, streamers, the works. When we’ve finished, the place looks pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Alice and I go up to our dormitory and change for the party. Alice dresses in a fitted purple dress and I put on a tight strapless black dress. After fixing our hair and makeup, we inspect ourselves in the mirror. We nod in approval and return to the Common Room.
With about ten minutes left in dinner, the boys reappear, loaded with food from the kitchens, sweets from Honeydukes, Butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks, you name it. We’re all set for what’s sure to be a great party.
The boys take a moment to change as well, and Sirius emerges from the boys’ staircases dressed in black jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt.
Damn he looks good.
“Hello, love,” he says, giving me a peck on the cheek. “This place looks great. As do you.”
“You don’t clean up so bad yourself,” I answer.
Gryffindors start pouring in, and we know there’s only a matter of time before Lily shows up. Professor McGonagall is helping us out again; she said she’d pull Lily aside to discuss our latest essay to buy us enough time to get everyone in and hiding.
“Alright you lot,” says James. “She’s going to be here any minute, so hush up and hide!”
Everyone does as he says, and Sirius and I huddle together behind an armchair. As we crouch in the darkness, we’re so close I can feel him breathing. I could get used to this.
We hear the Fat Lady swing open, and it’s time.
The lights come on to reveal Lily, whose mouth has dropped open. She puts her hand over her mouth in clear shock.
“Happy birthday, Lils,” says James, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Are you surprised?”
“Yes!” Lily manages to get out. “Wait—none of you really had detention, did you?”
We all smile at her from our hiding places. She laughs.
“Let’s party!” yells Sirius. If someone else would’ve yelled that, it would’ve seemed obnoxious and cliché. But he can pull it off.
Alice and I approach Lily and give her hugs. Then we drag her up to our dormitory with us.
“We know we’re doing presents later, but here,” I say, holding out a box. “You might find this useful for right now.”
Lily sits down on her bed and takes the box from me. She opens it, and reveals a short yet elegant black dress.
“Oh, I love it!” she exclaims. “Thank you!”
“James is going to die,” Alice puts in. Lily grins.
After Lily has changed, we head back to the Common Room, where the party has gotten very lively, very fast. It’s only fifth through seventh years, because when the party is for the Head Girl, you can’t be too careful.
James spots us coming down the stairs and walks over to us. He has eyes only for Lily.
“Wow,” he says. “You look…wow.”
He kisses her full on the lips and Alice and I take this as our cue to leave. She seeks out Frank and I go find Sirius.
“Got you a drink,” he says, handing it to me.
“Thank you,” I say, taking it from him and taking a sip. “Hey…Lily is of age now.”
He grins at me mischievously. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I think I am.”
We pour another glass of Firewhisky and seek out Lily and James.
“Lily, you’re of age now,” I tell her. “Which means, if you want, you can drink this Firewhisky with absolutely no guilt or fear of breaking the rules or breaking the law.”
She looks from me, to the glass, to James, and I can tell she’s considering it.
“What the hell,” she says, taking the glass from me and downing it in one go.
James’s eyes get wide. “Alright, love, it’s important to remember to go slow the first time you drink, okay?”
Sirius and I are still laughing. “We’ll leave you to it,” he says.
Two hours later, the party is in full swing. James and I made an agreement to not get wasted, so we could watch out for Lily and Mads, both of whom seem to be having a lot of fun.
“Attention everyone!” I hear Lily’s voice from across the room. She’s standing on a table with a glass in her hand. “I have something to say!”
She’s certainly gotten people’s attention now. I’m slightly nervous about where this is going.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” she says slowly, “to my friends, for throwing me this party. And most of all, thank you to my boyfriend, James Potter, who I think is the sexiest man alive, and I don’t care who knows it!”
A cheer rises from the crowd. Lily raises her glass. James parts his way through and lifts Lily off the table and sets her on the ground.
“Alright, babe,” he says. “What did I say about taking it slow?”
“James, I’m having so much fun!” Lily says excitedly.
“You can have fun on the ground,” he tells her.
From next to me, Maddie is laughing.
“Lily is pretty funny when she’s drunk,” I agree.
She shakes her head. “I’m not laughing at that! You know what I just realized?”
“I’m Maddie,” she says, pointing to herself, “and you’re Padfoot,” she says, pointing to me. “We’re Mads…and Pads!” She bursts into a fit of giggles. “Mads and Pads, babe, do you get it?”
“I get it,” I tell her. Looks like she’s had enough as well.
“Sirius, can we dance?” she asks me suddenly.
“Sure,” I tell her. She takes my hand and leads me into the center of the Common Room, which has become a dance floor.
We’re dancing and everything is great, until a face I’d rather not see appears beside us.
“Well, well,” says Lauren, addressing Maddie. “I guess this is why he didn’t want to snog me.”
“Go away, Lauren,” I tell her, not wanting Maddie to realize what she’s talking about. But Maddie has already stopped dancing and drawn herself up to her full height to face Lauren.
“I even thought maybe he was gay or something,” Lauren continues. “Because there had to be a pretty good reason he didn’t want to snog me. I mean, he promised, over and over, then after the holidays he just told me no.”
“Yeah, he has a pretty good reason,” says Mads.
“And that would be…he knew you’d sleep with him right away?” Lauren says with a smirk.
“Bitch, you do not want to mess with me,” Maddie says, glaring at her.
“You know what? I think I do, whore!” Lauren replies angrily.
Before I can stop her, Mads has tackled Lauren to the ground. The two of them begin what can only be referred to as a catfight. They push and pull hair and claw at each other until James appears and we manage to pull them apart.
“Enough,” I say. “Lauren, you need to go.”
She looks at us angrily, then disappears up the girls’ staircases, her flock of friends (who have appeared out of nowhere) frantically rushing after her.
I release Mads, who is fixing her hair and regaining her composure.
“I’m fine,” she says impatiently, even though I haven’t asked.
“Oh, I know you are,” I tell her with a grin. “My girl is a badarse.”
She laughs and leans in to kiss me. I respond enthusiastically.
A few hours later, the party has died down. Mads is pretty exhausted. I carry her up to her dormitory.
After helping her into her pajamas, I lay her down on her bed. She looks up at me tiredly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” I answer.
“Okay,” she says, settling in to her pillows and closing her eyes. “And Sirius?”
“That’s not why you chose me, is it? Because you thought I’d sleep with you?”
“Mads, how could you even think that?” I ask her. “Of course not. I chose you because I love you.”
“Well, good, that’s what I thought,” she says, smiling to herself.
I laugh softly. “Okay, love, good night.”
“I have always, always loved it when you called me Mads.”
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