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Disclaimer: The Plot and Lily’s parents are all my doing. However Lily and James aren’t mine. I’m not JKR and this is in no way connected to her. Live with it.

AN: This chapter I know will turn out a lot better than the last one, well let’s face it. Sirius makes everything funnier. This chapter goes out to California, for all the enthusiasm. It always makes me smile. Also I do reread my chapters, my friends even read them for me, but all our grammar sucks. Please don’t suggest that I get a beta. In my opinion the only way to learn is to do it yourself, and I’m getting better, so bear with me. Thank you and good night.

It had been two weeks since the dinner with Petunia and her…Vernon, and since then James had been over everyday. Either because he needed to help Lily with the plans, he needed to pick Lily up for a meeting with the wedding planner, or to sneak a snogging section with her. I caught them with their lips glued together behind the garage one day. It was so traumatic seeing that little…that little…all over my precious baby doll.

I wouldn’t have minded his coming over, if Lily would give me thirty seconds alone with him whenever he was over. True to her word she hadn’t left us alone for more than an instant. Nowhere near enough time to tell him about this Snape character. On this particular day James was over to help with the plans for the, quickly approaching, wedding day. As Halloween drew closer Lily grew more giddy and Kendra more tense.

“Oh James I’ve been meaning to ask you,” my wife asked after Lily had finished pelting her fiancé with different options for dinner. “Who’s your best man going to be?” James looked surprised at the question.

“Sirius of course,” Lily said, looking forgivingly at her mother. “Right James?” she demanded turning to the dark haired boy.

“Of course. He might as well be my brother. Don’t even have to think about it,”

“Well then we should have him over for tea this week.” I gagged at her last statement.

***

Tea. For once in our thirty years of marriage Kendra is settling for serving someone tea, not dinner, but why…why! This will mean that he’ll have backup. Why would she invite his best friend who, according to he and Lily might as well be his brother? That means he’s got people behind him now. It’s harder to tare him down if there’s moral support involved.

I was helping putting the flowers in the vase on the table in the garden, when Lily came out with the basket of biscuits. I looked up at her. She was wearing a flowing light blue dress and open toe white heels. She didn’t look at me as she slammed the appetizers down in the center of the table, on the patio. Ever since the dinner with her sister my youngest had been freezing me out.

“You ever going to talk to me again Lily Lou?”

“Depends, are you not going to tell James about Severus?”

“That depends to. You still going to marry the boy?” She scowled at this question, and didn’t say a word to me until the doorbell rang. Turning her back on me she headed towards the living room, and I followed her wordlessly. When we entered Kendra was taking Potter’s and a boy, who I was assuming was Sirius Black, coats. He was good-looking, classic tall dark and handsome. I extended my hand coldly to him.

“Sirius Black,” he said in a deep mature voice.

“Edward Evans. You’ve met my wife Kendra I see,” I stated coolly, as she returned from storing the boys’ coats in the closet. “And I’m assuming you know Lily,” gestering towards my daughter, who was standing in the door to the dinning room.

“Of course. Who doesn’t know Lily?” he smiled, doing a show off sort of suave bow in front of her. She punched him on the shoulder.

“Shut it,” she laughed, ruffling his black hair affectionately. “The tea is right through her,” she pointed through the dinning room, and led the two boys out into the garden, while Kendra went to fetch the tea. I fallowed the young ones out to the table. Potter and my Little Lou were laughing at something Black had said. As I sat down though the laughing stopped. A mildly uncomfortable silence replaced it. It didn’t matter though. Kendra arrived with the tea after about three minutes.

“I hope you like this Sirius, James. It’s an old secret family recipe. My mother gave it to me after our wedding day nearly thirty years ago,” she told the two friends as the tea was poured into everyone’s cups. Silence fell as we all took our first sips. “Well?”

“It’s delicious Mrs. Evans,” Sirius charmingly informed my wife. “You are giving Lily this recipe after the wedding right?”

“Family tradition,” Kendra smiled, sitting up happily in her white whicker chair. “And please call me Kendra Sirius. Mrs. Evans makes me feel old.” The boy nodded obediently.

“So, Sirius,” I began, and again all attention shifted nervously to me. “How did you and James here meet?” Potter was quick to come to the aid of his friend.

“We met first year on the train to school,” he answered calmly. “That’s actually how we met our other two friends, Remus and Peter. It’s how a lot of friends at Hogwarts meet.”

“That’s interesting. Lily did you meet your friends like that?” she shook her head wordlessly, lips pursed. “Oh did you meet your school friends a little bit before the first train ride to the castle?” She aimed a kick at me from under the table, but missed and wound up kicking Potter in the shin. The scruffy boy to the left of me leaned forward hazel eyes watering, hand covering his mouth to keep from crying out. Black turned his attention to the girl sitting next to him.

“You all right Lils?” he asked glancing across the table at his best friend. “Your lips are thinner than McGonagall’s were the time we tricked Sni,” he corrected whatever hateful name he had been about to call the Severus bloke at the look on Lily’s face. “I mean Snape into trying to touch the base of the Wamping Willow.”

“I’m fine,” she snapped. Not taking her eyes off me. “Never been better now that you mention it.”

“Yeah,” James hysterically choked out, eyes still watering. “You heard the girl Sirius mate. She’s fine. Never been better in fact.” Lily for once smiled a little and targeted me for another kick for under the table. This time her aim was true and a heel made contact with my shin. I was better though at hiding my discomfort than James. My only reaction was a barely noticeable wince. Key words there being barely noticeable. Her grin widened at this when she spotted this.

***

An hour later I had left Lily, Kendra, Potter, and Black out in the garden while I went to the lavatory. After I had walked into the kitchen briefly I heard footsteps coming in through the dinning room meaning someone was entering the house. For some reason I dove into the pantry. I heard the click of heels on the floor from my hiding place, telling me that it was Lily, probably to get more tea. Another set of footsteps, and then I heard a voice.

“Hey,” it was Potter. “Can I talk to you for a sec Love?”

“Sure, what’s up?” she asked, there was a soft thud. She had set the teapot down.

“Is everything ok with you Lils?” There was a pause. I was assuming she’d nodded her head there. “You sure.” Another nod. “Then what was that?”

“What was what?” she inquired. I heard the rustle of fabric. She’d crossed her arms.

“Out in the garden. You kicked me in the shin, really, really, really, really, hard,” he put an emphasis on the last really. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“No, no. I’m not mad at you. That was an accident.” There was another pause. “Really James I swear. I’m fine. I’m not mad at you. Everything’s peachy.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she groaned exasperatedly. “I promise you I’ve never been happier.”

“No cold feet?”

“Nope none. At least not at the moment.”

“If the moment changes,” Lily cut him off before he could finish.

“If the moment changes you’ll be the first to know. I promise,” she assured him for the millionth time. “Now are you going to help me get this tea back out to everyone or what?” She asked, and I heard her pick the teapot again. There was another thump of china on the counter top. James had forced her to put the kettle back on the stone surface.

“One more thing Lily.” There was another pause. “When Petunia was over two weeks ago,” he faltered a little bit. It had been clear that he’d been working up the nerve to ask her about this since that night. I was holding my breath, just like Lily was too. Was he about to ask about what I thought he was about to ask about? “She asked about the wedding date, and commented on how quick that was. I just wanted to check…” he faltered again. “Just to be sure. There isn’t a reason the date is that soon? Is there?” he asked nervously.

“James…” she comforted him patiently. “Think. You helped pick the date. Would there be a reason for the date to be that close? Or is there something you’re not telling me?”

“No. No,” he clarified quickly. “Lily of course not. You’re right. I just…I had to ask because when she said it…it just got me thinking. Sorry.”

“No it’s fine. So long as the reason for the close date doesn’t change soon.”

“No it won’t. Sorry about all this Lils.”

“Forget about it.”

“And if the cold feet thing changes you’ll tell me. Right?”

“Naturally.” Then I heard her pick up the teapot…again. Footsteps fallowed and finally the sound of the back door closing. I waited a minute then came out of the pantry. I smiled to myself. I had him worried. I had him panicking. I was making things difficult for them. Just the way it was supposed to go. There was a bounce in my step as I rejoined my wife, my daughter, my daughter’s fiancé, and my daughter’s fiancé’s best man, in the garden for more of my wife’s famous tea.

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