Who: James Potter, Lily Potter, & Lily Potter. What: Search and rescue. When: 9 January 2000. Late afternoon. Where: Fields.
Groceries and robes. Groceries and robes. Who knew that letting Lily go out alone for sodding groceries and robes would result in the upturning of a future grandchild, one who apparently thought her grandfather to be a lunatic, trouser-shitting rapist.
"She's going to hit me." James warned Lily, who was busy packing a rucksack filled with things that James supposed she thought to be grandmotherly and comforting. Their room at the Three Broomsticks was small, but at least the ceiling wasn't filled with huge, gaping holes. Besides, the food was comforting. After being tossed some robes, James rolled his eyes and put them on, still not keen on rescuing a girl who was probably, no, definitely going to hit him, even if she were his grandaughter. "You go ahead first, who knows what kind of fallen brush there are in this field, and she'll be less inclined to lob it at your head, I suppose."
He had a sneaking suspsicion where to find Lily Potter (not his wife, the other one), and took the rucksack from Lily (his wife, not the other one). "Ready?"