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Move Along by Jaggy

Format: Novel
Chapters: 21
Word Count: 67,581
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, General, Romance
Characters: Dumbledore, Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, Skeeter, OtherCanon
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/Lily

First Published: 07/24/2006
Last Chapter: 01/12/2008
Last Updated: 01/12/2008

A companionship and somewhat awkward relationship one year in the making, finally becomes official. But the secretive love of Lily and Sirius is turned upside down as Lily finds a new bond in none other than James. In their sixth year, how is the number one guy in Lily's life changed from Sirius Black to James Potter?

Chapter 21: The Running Rat || Posted January 12, 2008
-on hitus-

Chapter 14: A Minor Incident

A/N: Yes, I know, long wait, short chapter. So sue me. Anyways, I don't yet have the results of the heart monitor test, but I suppose no news is good news. (Or my heart's that vastly complex that I should be worried...) Whatever. So here's the chapter. (Unenthused yay! here.) Enjoy!

Lily doubted very much whether or not she would have remained calm if Remus hadn't given her prior warning that fighting between the two boys was a distinct possibility when Sirius told James. However, it was a doubt that followed her for only a moment as she picked up a crumpled piece of paper as Remus pulled Sirius and James apart by flicking his wand. Calm was no longer an emotion that Lily was feeling.

She hadn't been sure how Snape had managed to get Sirius to cooperate, because she knew that all it would have taken was Sirius' denial of the whole affair to keep James from going off the edge as he'd obviously done. But the photograph now made sense and she felt rage for the intimate moment that Snape had interrupted, but the rage was quickly replaced with absolute dread.

James hadn't been told, he'd been shown. He wasn't braced for what the photo held; he was thrust suddenly into the world of Lily and Sirius' relationship.

"What do you think you're doing?" Remus shouted, drawing Lily's attention from the photograph to James, Sirius, and Remus.

Remus' tranquil demeanor had vanished at the fists flying between his two mates, and Lily visibly winced as she saw James' face littered with bruises, a busted lip and a swelling eye. His arms, she noticed, also held multiple red marks that she knew would turn into bruises in the near future as well. She looked at Sirius, he had much less damage. He had one large and swelling red mark on his face, and she was sure his torso would be mapped with a few as well.

"I believe I asked you what the Hell the two of you think you are doing?"

"Well, Remus, why don't you ask Sirius?" James spat. "Or even the lovely young lady behind you as she's holding the source of the entire problem...then again, I suppose the real source of the problem is hanging right in front of me, backstabbing traitor that he is."

Remus turned at gave Lily a look that clearly stated he knew this would happen. She didn't smile or anything positive and he reached out and took the picture from her hands. She saw him quickly look away from it, a lightly shameful blush on his cheeks. He probably could have lived without seeing, though she felt he felt like she did in that it was an intimate moment between her and Sirius that Snape shouldn't have photographed.

"So you're fighting over a girl?" Remus said, looking up at them, irritated. James and Sirius both looked down, as though Remus had belittled their argument far more than they would have liked. Lily quirked an eyebrow. Something in Remus' tone caused a spark in her. While she sometimes hated what Sirius and James would do to other people through their friendship, she'd admired them for it greatly. So what Sirius had decided to date her? She granted that James had every right to be angry, but they did not need to be fighting. Period.

"You're fighting over me," Lily stated, her voice almost unreadable, but it got the attention of all three boys. Her tone could have easily fallen in each of the categories of anger, confusion, disbelief, and guilt. Though she knew it was far from her fault that she and Sirius had feelings for one another, she knew that without her, this never would have happened. Sirius looked as though he'd just lost his entire world, and reacted in a manner that he probably shouldn't have. He looked guilty too, but James...

James looked utterly heartbroken. Under his angry glare, his disbelieving snarl, under every other emotion he was hiding behind, he looked absolutely heartbroken. Never before had Lily wished to help him as she did in that moment. She'd been terrified when he'd grown so pale and frightened when the Dementor was in the school, and when they fought the Death Eaters together, she wanted nothing more but to make sure that if James were to die that he would not do it alone.

It had been in first year that Lily had liked James best, before puberty and his bullying ways came about, before he became James Potter the Marauder, when he was sweet and merely desired to be friends. Lily's first friendly moment with him had been during their first flying lesson. She couldn't grasp the concept. The thought of trusting a broomstick to suspend her in the air did not comfort Lily in the least. It was little James Potter that had helped her. He had smiled at her and helped her up on the broom, and when she was scared she was going to hurt herself, James made her one promise that he'd always kept.

"I'll never let you fall, Evans."

And Lily couldn't return the favor. She could see it in his hurt hazel eyes. He'd fallen from his belief that nothing could rupture his friendship with Sirius, no girl, nothing. He'd fallen for Lily, and he'd gotten hurt. She hurt him...she chose Sirius over him, Sirius who was a bigger bully, had a nastier temper and a shorter fuse. Sirius that normally cared for no one except himself and his friends. And that same Sirius had chosen Lily over James. Lily felt her heart go out to James, even though she knew that it would be Sirius paying for this the most.

"Let me down Remus," James said, finally breaking the eye contact with Lily. His voice was defeated, and hurt. He looked back at Lily, but didn't acknowledge Sirius. "I'm done. I can't be here anymore."


"No Moony, let me down. I'm through," he was now looking at Sirius, that spark of hatred in his voice again. "I'm done."

Remus seemed reluctant, but Lily finished the job for him, letting him drop on his feet. He thanked her with a nod and, with a final contemptuous glare at Sirius', James left. Lily, though she said nothing and had nothing said to her from James, felt nothing short of shame for not having told him before...for being the source of this sudden onslaught of anger and hurt for James. It was a few seconds before Remus let Sirius down as well.

A thick silence filled the room between the three of them, Lily had a suspicion that each of the two boys were thinking as she was. One of them should have told James, and it should have happened a long time ago.

"Should we—"

"No," Lily said quietly, looking up at Sirius.

She knew he'd already known the answer to that question. James needed alone time now. He had to sort out his thoughts on his own. The decision was in his hands now. He could very well decide that Sirius was no longer worthy of his friendship, and never talk to him again except for sly insults, much like he did to Snape. On the other hand, he could decide it was a silly fight and become friends again. The latter, Lily knew, was stretching it. Even if James forgave Sirius, she knew that their friendship was going to be different from that point on. Sirius had put a girl on the line before his mates. He'd put Lily before James...and somewhere, deep inside, Lily was almost ashamed of him for it.

"You lot look about as happy as a beached whale," a cheerful voice said from the door. Three heads looked up as Peter walked into the room, tossing his books onto the bed, a tutoring schedule making its way to his pillow. He rubbed his hands on the side of his sweater as he looked from where his books had landed to the solemn Lily and other two Marauders. "What's got you in such a jovial mood, then?"

The three looked at one another before Sirius sighed.

"I've been dating Lily."

Peter let out a low whistle, his cheerful smile fading instantly. He looked over at Lily, as though in confirmation. When she didn't deny it, he looked towards Remus, who merely nodded, looking shamed for knowing it.

"Then Prongs, ah—"


"Smart move, Padfoot," Peter said, a touch of sarcasm in his voice. Lily saw Sirius cringe at it. Peter shook his head before looking at James' empty bed. "Very smooth move."

Never in her life had Lily seen Sirius so depressed. He hardly ate at meal times, he hardly spoke. It certainly didn't help that everywhere he turned it was like the entire school had taken James' side. James didn't even acknowledge Sirius' existence, save one night when one of James' love-struck admirers had hexed Lily's knife to cut Lily instead of her steak. He'd been furious at the girl, and sent her into hysterics afterwards.

"Come on Lily," he had offered gently. "Madam Pomfrey will have that fixed up in a sec."

Lily distinctly recalled him looking back and almost smirking at Sirius, who squirmed in his seat, but did not get up to make sure Lily and her bleeding finger was alright. Sirius was less than pleased later; said gluing his bum to his seat was childish even by Marauder standards. But he'd made it up all the same, kissing her hand softly, though Lily knew his heart wasn't quite in it, not with James mad at him. It irritated Lily even, to know that Sirius was distancing himself from her.

But Lily couldn't shake the look that James had given her, or the haunted looks he had at meal times when Sirius wasn't there. So three days later, Lily braved his fury, and sought him out at the one place she knew he'd be.

James was soaring around the Quiddich Pitch. He felt as though he'd been there for hours, which, he mentally noted, he just might have. He found no matter how hard he threw the Quaffle, hit it with the tail of his broom, attempted to do any harm to it, his frustration wasn't easing. Perhaps he should try Bludgers instead. He let out a sharp, angry breath, trying not to let thoughts of that photograph swim into his head, or even worse, mental pictures of Sirius and Lily now holding hands in the corridors between classes.

Giving up, James headed for the ground, landing much harder than anticipated, partially because he was livid, partially because he hadn't been judging his distance from the ground because of his fuming. His eyes, however, met an unexpected sight. Standing just in the entrance way of the changing rooms was Lily Evans, and she was quite alone. He wasn't sure if the sight pleased or sickened him.

"You fly beautifully even when you're angry, you know," she said gently. James didn't retort. No matter how upset or angry he was at her for choosing Sirius, he had no plans of turning on her as he did to Sirius. She, at least, had been a bit more honest with him. She had still lied, of course, but it was a different crime. In all actuality she owed him no loyalty. He shouldered his broom and gave her a hard look.

"Was there something you wanted?" he asked in a dry tone. He watched as she turned her eyes to her feet in an almost bashful manner, though he'd watched her more than enough times to know it was what she did when she needed more time to think. Nothing with Lily Evans was as it seemed.

" thank you," she said calmly. "You know, for taking me to the Wing last night."

"It was nothing," he said, losing any pretense hopes that she would laugh and smile and tell him the whole thing with Sirius was a clever ploy to make him jealous and in all actuality it was him that she wanted to be with. Not that he had actually hoped that, more like a vague wish buried deep in his mind. "Now if you'll excuse me."

He tried to walk past her, but she grabbed his upper arm and turned him to face her. He didn't look into her eyes; he knew if he did he would feel very much like a sulking child. Unfortunately, Lily had very different thoughts on the matter and reached up to grab his chin and turned his head to look down at her.

"I am sorry, you know," she said softly. "But even though I couldn't keep you from falling, like you always have done for me, I'm curious if there's any way that I can help you back up on that broom of yours."

It took James a moment to get the reference, and it was perhaps that moment of confusion that allowed him to let Lily in past his resentment. And then he got it. First year, the first time he had realized that perhaps Lily Evans was more human than he had given her credit for. A shadow of a smile crossed his lips at the memory, and he tilted his head to the side to look at her.

"You remember that?" he asked, sounding a bit more normal, though baffled.

"Of course I do."

He smiled, not his usual smile by any means, but a smile none the less. He was touched that she remembered that day; it was the beginning of a crush that he didn't catch onto until third year (or was it second?). Her shy little smile that he'd fallen for so many times over appeared on her face and he knew he couldn't stay angry with her. She was Lily Evans, and James Potter could yell and scream at her when she started it, but he never, never, stayed angry with Lily Evans.

"You are a clever girl, Miss Evans," he said lightly, noticing a breath of a blush on her cheek, though that could be due to the cold November air. "Quite the clever girl."

"Remind me why you gave him the picture again," Regulus Black said, to an annoyed Snape. Snape didn't answer right away as he skimmed through his notes, looking down at the potion he was brewing. "I thought Sirius did everything you told him to."

"He did," Snape confirmed, not looking up at Black.

"And Evans brewed that Potion for you."

"She did."

"So why..."

"Because the great Prat Potter had me cornered you bat-brained fool," he answered finally, shooting Black a dark look that stated clearly that the conversation was over. "I'd like to see you get away with telling him no."

Perhaps he was being a bit less than truthful, of course Potter did have him cornered, and of course Black was bat-brained, but Severus Snape had more reasons than cowardice to have handed over that photograph. He'd been furious when Evans had told him to rot in Hell when he'd tempted the blackmail to her, but he'd been all the more angry when she consented. She never saw the picture, she never even knew what it was that he held over her boyfriend Black, but she knew it was enough to let Black sink to blackmail, and she followed him blindly. He refused to believe she was that weak, that she was in love. Lily Evans loved no Marauder, she wasn't that cruel. She knew what they had done to him time and time again. She couldn't possibly love such ruthless boys.

He smirked as he added the final bit to his potion. He was going to make sure she didn't love them. It was as simple as a Polyjuice Potion with a piece of hair from Peter Pettigrew, and Amortentia brewed by Lily Evans to make any drinker fall madly for Severus Snape.