Kidnapping
He pressed himself closer to the building when he heard that name, eyes darting back and forth behind his glasses as he searched the street. He didn't want to risk stepping out to look, just in case their feet ended up uncovered. He was quickly growing a little tall to fit others comfortably under the cloak, so he huddled a bit and pulled Lily closer to his chest.
"If it's him... he runs with those bloody Slytherins doesn't he? With Malfoy and his ilk?" James practically spat the name 'Malfoy', eyebrows lowering contemptibly.
"What's going on anyway? Why is someone after you? Who were you with when you left earlier?" The questions came lightning fast, each one whispered against her hair while he continued to scan the street. There were too many small groups of students and patrons walking about that he had a hard time pinpointing just where Lestrange could be.