A/N: this story should be pretty amusing. I hope you guys like it! It takes place in the summer after James' and Lily's 6th year at Hogwarts. They've both turned 17, just so you know.

"James?" Mrs. Potter called up the stairs. "Could you come down here, honey? Your father and I want to talk to you."

"Yeah, Mum. Be right down," he yelled back, tossing down his Quidditch magazine and rolling off his bed and onto his feet. He strolled past the piles of junk on his floor and out the Quidditch posters on his door. Thumping loudly down the stairs, he ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up even more than usual.

"Oh, sweetie, don't do that!" his mother scolded. "You look like- I don't even know what, but it isn't good."

Mr. Potter, a tall bald man with laugh lines carved into his face, chuckled, coming up from behind his wife. "Don't see much of a difference, myself. Come on, son. We'll talk at the table."

James followed his parents into the kitchen, where they sat on the tall stools around the pink granite island In the middle of the room.

"Well, son," his father began the discussion. He seemed incapable of calling James by his real name; he was always 'son'. "Your mother and I were thinking of going on vacation."

James took that to mean, "We have a nice, expensive vacation planned and a beautiful summer house picked out for just the two of us. We'll be leaving in a few days and coming back in a few months." "Without me?" he clarified.

"Well… Yes, honey." His mum looked a bit sheepish.

"Okay, great. When?" Honestly, James didn't mink much. Nearly every summer, his parents went on big, costly vacations. It just meant that he got even more free time in the summer.

"We were planning on going next week, actually, son. June 25.

"And we would be back around August 20," Mrs. Potter elaborated.

"Sounds good," James replied, slightly disinterested.

"The thing is, honey, you need someone to stay with." Dang, James thought. It would've been nice to have the house to myself for two whole months. But oh, well.

"Could you think of anyone, son?" his dad asked.

"Well…" James thought for a moment, ticking mentally through his list of friends. "Sirius' mum hates my guts, so that's a no. Actually, I think he was thinking of coming here for vacation, but I guess that's not going to happen. Peter's on vacation, and so's Remus." He looked at his parents.

"That can't be all your friends, sweetie," his mum said slightly desperately. "Are you sure there's no one else?"

"You talk about that Evans girl a lot," his father mused. "What about her?"

James' eyes lit up. Spending the whole summer with Lily Evans… It would be heaven. "I don't know about her plans for the summer," he said honestly. "We could check." He crossed his fingers under the table. `

"I don't know, hon," his mum said hesitantly, running her hand through shoulder length black hair. "A girl? What if things got out of hand?"

I wish, James thought. Out loud, he said, "Lily's not that kind of girl. Besides, she's got responsible parents, too."

Mrs. Potter bit her lip. "Well… All right, we can see. What's her floo address?"

"Uh, her parents are muggles, Mum," he reminded her.

"Oh! Of course. Well, it's a good thing I took muggle studies at school and had the sense to install a telephone. Devon, will you get the telephone directory for me, please? Unless you know her number, James?"

Privately, James thought that Lily wouldn't give him her number under pain of death, but just said, "No, I don't."

"Where is it, Lydia?" Mr. Potter called from the living room.

"In the cabinet near the sliding glass door."

He returned shortly lugging the thick directory in one arm, and set it on the table. "Here you are, Lydia. I have no idea how to work a phone. Go ahead and work your magic."

James and his mother rolled their eyes at the pun as the latter started skimming the phone book for Lily's number. "Ah, here we are," she said at last. "Evans, Christopher and Janine. Does that sond right, hon?" she asked James.

James thought back to the few times he'd heard Lily speak of her parents. "Yeah, I think so," he said.

"Excellent." She moved over to the wall and pulled the phone out of it's cradle, and started punching numbers into it, then raised it up to her ear. There was a pause, then she said, "Hello? Yes, is this Janine Evans? Yes? Oh, my name is Lydia Potter. You have a daughter named Lily, yes?... Oh, good. I got the right number… yes, my son James goes to school with her, I believe… Yes, that's right… Now, I hate to have to ask, but my husband and I are going on vacation, and James needs a place to stay… I really don't want to intrude, but I was hoping… Really?... We'll be gone from June 25 to August 20. I completely understand if that's too long… Are you sure?... Oh, thank you so much! You really are too kind. Thank you, Janine… Yes… Thank you. Goodbye!" She set the phone back in it's cradle, and turned, beaming, to James. "You'll be staying at the Evans', honey! And Janine Evans really is the sweetest woman. I'm sure you'll have a marvelous time."

In his room, James did a little victory dance, then started a letter to Sirius, his best friend.

"Dear Padfoot," he wrote

"I am the luckiest person in the world. I get to stay at Lily Evans' house for two whole months…"

***

Janine Evans set down the phone and called, "Lily?"

"Right here, Mum." Her daughter poked her head into the kitchen, dark red hair swinging. "What is it?"

"One of your classmates is going to be staying here for a while, Lil. His parents are going on vacation."

"Oh?" Lily replied warily. "Who is it?"

"Mother!" Lily's (non-magical) sister, Petunia, pranced into the room, hands on hips, every inch an exasperated teenager. "I can only handle one freak around here. Lily's enough, why do her creepy friends have to stay here too?"

"Tuney, that's enough," Mrs. Evans said. "His mum said you know him, Lily. His name is James Potter."

"WHAT?!?!"Lily shrieked, gaping as her mind blanked out. This could not happen. "You invited POTTER to stay HERE?!? WHY would you do this to me? WHY?!?"

Her mother frowned. "Lily, there's no need to be so melodramatic."

"Mum," Petunia whined. "Why'd you have to let another freak like Lily into the house?"

"Yes, why?" Lily cried. "I can't believe you would let scum like HIM within ten kilometers of this house! If he stays more than two days, I'm gonna die, I swear."

"Uh, try two months, creep," Petunia snapped, looking at the notepad their mother had used to write James' arrival and departure dates.

"TWO MONTHS?!?" Lily yelled hysterically. "I'm not going to survive! Why are you all trying to kill me?" Lily could not believe that her own mother had just invited her worst nightmare to live with them for two whole months.

"Lily, it can't be that bad. Calm down," her mother commanded.

"YOU JUST SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN?!?!!???!!!!" Lily screamed.

Janine buried her face in her hands. "Oh, good lord," she groaned. "I'm trapped in a house with a whining teenager and a crazy hysterical one! And soon there'll be a third! Why do I do these things to myself?"

A/N: As I said, this should be funny. I hope you like it so far! I'll try to update soon-ish, but it could take a while. Also, the current title might not be permanent, just so you know. Please, please please review!

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