James was just about to ascend the first stair when he heard a rather loud clunk, James’ first reaction was that Lily had thrown something at him, and he debated to himself whether to turn around. Lily probably just wanted another round. Nonetheless, he turned on his heel, much in the same snappish fashion he turned away from her previously, a hardened look on his face. He just could not say no to Lily Evans, or more like Lily had his attention, always.

Unfortunately James had turned to see Lily take a diving faint and pass out most unceremoniously in front of him in a very, very short skirt, James was horrified that he let himself notice this fact, what was he? Becoming Sirius? His mother had taught him better than that, but right now James was still too much in shock to notice all too much. WHAT THE HELL?! He was obviously and clearly thinking, things like this did not happen in real life, only in sappy muggle movies where the heroine faints and the hero scoops her up and she admits her undying love.

James made the leap to her in 0.345674 seconds and checked her pulse: she was alive. It was then a large lurch erupted from Lily’s stomach, and James knew at once that it was due to lack of food.

James of course had never experienced such a sensation before, his mother fed him at home to the very second, never late, 7 am, 12 noon and 7 pm and at Hogwarts, well, James was an adolescent boy, and he followed his stomach wherever it may lead him.

James bent down and scooped Lily up in his arms, noticing how light she was, his Quidditch arms were obviously doing the trick, he was sure that if she could see him now she would indeed appreciate the time that went into making the arms that were now carrying her.

The hospital wing was all the way over the other side of the fourth floor, which as pressing as it might sound was actually more difficult than you might at first glance think. Firstly, Filch trawled this floor more than any other because of the presence of the marauders on this particular floor and the trouble that seemed to follow them wherever they might go, and to avoid him was of course the number one aim, other than getting Lily to the hospital of course.

Fortunately, behind an ever so tricky tapestry a secret passageway led directly to the portrait of Mrs. Mucletskly, first matron of Hogwarts. James sidled his way over to the ornate portrait of a unicorn just outside the portrait of the fat lady, just as Mrs. Norris, not married to chuck, let out a loud meow, James quickly pressed the correct brick, holding Lily most awkwardly in one arm whilst running for the library, Mrs. Norris following him sounding out loud meows.

Slamming the picture of the elderly woman behind him as she gave a loud stutter James lay Lily down on the nearest bed and hollered for Madame Pomfrey, she gave him a glaring look, as though he had been too many times here before and looked down at Lily.

James watched over Lily as she stirred, eyes closed. Madame Pomfrey was not doing enough to help Lily, only standing there watching her, as he was, James looked at her incredulously as Pomfrey just stood there, doing nothing.

Admittedly, it was Pomfrey’s first year, but still, James knew that she should be doing something, brining her around. Was the spell invernete? Perhaps? Taking a large breath in, James noticed just how little proper air was in here, rushing around like a mother hen James opened the four closest windows and breathed in the air, wondering just who needed it more, Lily or himself.

The kid in the next bed groaned at him telling him most rudely to close the window, James replied with a prompt “no.” he wasn’t Lily Evans and he looked like he had the beginning of a pubescent moustache that went with the hairy tail he had growing from his tailbone. If James wasn’t sick with worry, he might have even been nastier to the child who had himself a tail and the beginning of a moustache. James’ eyes narrowed and he was about to ask the child, not all too nicely, exactly how he had obtained the tail. When he asked Lily say something.

She was blushing, and James’ eyes grew wide as to what she might have been thinking… A smile rest upon her lips and James could not help but smile with her, “Who are you?” James looked her over, could she not see yet? He was James I. Potter, Quidditch Captain and general all round marauder heartthrob. She most definitely knew who he was; he had been obsessed with her for five years.

She whispered ”Potter!”, though James was dismayed to hear that she sounded horrified to notice that it was him standing at her bed’s end. He pursed his lips thinking that she would at least be a little more grateful that he had carried her here, with the perils of Mrs. Norris on his coattails. Her eyes opened and James stopped panicking. Though Pommie was giving her the interrogation, why hadn’t she eaten?

Did Pommie think that this was an eating disorder or something? James looked positively alarmed and Lily didn’t answer.

It was then that she chose to look at him. James gave her a smile, all anger he had with her completely evaporated, James noticed that she was trying to pull up the blanket and he thought maybe she might be cold, going to the windows systematically again he pulled them closed, and the child with the tail thanked him, James looked at him coldly.

. "Thanks, for bringing me here. You didn't have to stay, though."
She was sitting up now, and James smiled at her, taking a seat at the end of her bed.
”You’re welcome, we had a brief encounter with Mrs. Norris, though, on the way here. he said to her hoping that Sirius wouldn’t be too mad at him as he had probably left the fourth floor passageway open to discovery from Filch.

You know, You haven’t eaten yet!” James said looking for Pomfrey to get her some food.

"Well, you were carrying me to the hospital, I don't think Filch can deduct you for that. Plus, I'm sort of prefect, I can't exactly get into trouble. I can't just say I am making a spontaneous round. I was passed out, but I figured someone as high up as you could have come up with that excuse, are you losing it, Potter?"

“Still,” James said, “You think Filch is going to take that? No, most lively I would be pinned as knocking you out and then trying to have my way with you.” James laughed; the thought was ridiculous. However, he wouldn’t put it past someone like Snape or Avery. ”But of course, if worst came to worse I would probably think of something. Maybe I would tell the truth. Which, I know, if something you think I don’t do. But on occasion, when the time is right, I do use that truth thing...” He noticed she was still being biting. Of course she was, she was Lily Evans, even if James had just saved her from a Higgogriff, a Firecrab and a Sphinx all in one night James doubted she would drop her icy demeanour towards him. He Sighed.

There were so many girls at Hogwarts that didn’t eat, James watched Lily eat and smiled, she was one of them that did. Once upon a time when James was going out with Hestia Jones, a Ravenclaw girl that was far, far too skinny for her own good, this happened. The passing out from not eating thing, she would never ever eat in front of him and it made James uncomfortable.

Of course, Hestia Jones had been a special one and she and James had gone out for 3 months, although she scared him somewhat with her intensity. But of course, James only had eye for Lily, as of now, even when he was thinking about Hestia Jones it was only in conjunction with thoughts about Lily. In fact he was thinking about Lily and this was the reason he didn’t resigeter that she was saying something to him.

So, how did you get me here without a run in with Filch. You said the cat caught you, how'd you get away from her?

Doing a double take, it took James a few seconds to process the question that Lily had given him.

“You know the secret passage behind the first ever school nurse?” he inquired, though he doubted she would, she was a prefect after all. “Well I had to sidle along there, and I’m pretty sure it’s been compromised, but basically the chase was, I was father than she was.”

It was at this exact point that Filch decided to burst into the Hospital wing through the portrait of Mrs. Muclutzky who gave another loud shriek and then fell back to sleep.

“Yep, definitely been compromised.”